Carnivale Meri (Sanji)
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Carnivale Meri (version Sanji)
Pairing: None (Sowie.)
Rating: PG for languageand a cursing chibi!Sanji
Word Count: 372, 299, and 300, respectively.
Topic: Carousel
A/N: The topic deserved a series of drabbles. Really. I have bits of this story for the other Strawhats but I figured that I may as well put this one up first. I doubt I'll finish the others in time, anyway. >x>; But there is more.THERE IS ALWAYS MOAR. DDDD: Whether that's a good or bad thing has yet to be seen.
The annual carnival was back, one of those big events sponsored by the city’s large corporations. There were shows, of course, and multiple rides and games and the like.
A few of the Baratie chefs had asked for a day off to bring their respective loved ones to the event and Zeff had caved simply because he knew the terrors of having to face the wide, begging eyes of children under the age of ten (and the large, teary ones that tended to follow, depending).
Not that any of those were familiar expressions on his sons face. Sanji had too much pride to subject himself to the indignity of begging for things in public but Zeff had seen enough of the look cross the boy’s face every time he asked for a chance in the kitchen.
Crestfallen expressions aside, Zeff never wanted to be faced with a pleading child. He could never bring himself to berate Sanji when he got that look on his face.
However, he mused with his attention on the small boy behind him, there were more painful things to watch than a child with a stupid, hopeful look on his face.
Sanji had stopped subconsciously and was now ogling at a bright poster on the wall. Zeff could see the colorful lettering from where he stood.
‘Carnivale Merri! A week long spectacle of food, shows, rides, and game sponsored by…’
The brat obviously wanted to go but he kept changing the subject every time it was brought up and seemed genuinely concerned with trying to act unaffected by it. Zeff didn’t see what the problem was, the boy had asked for more ridiculous things before.
Maybe he was ashamed of wanting something so childish? Maybe he was anticipating Zeff’s resounding “no”? His little eggplant always did forget that he was only nine.
“Oi, chibi-nasu. Hurry up.” He grunted, deciding to do something about this whole carnival business.
There was a brief moment of confusion as Sanji blinked off the colorful images and stared at Zeff uncomprehendingly. His face melted back into its usual scowl and his voice grew louder in an effort to cover up his interest in the poster.
“Keep your shorts on old man! I’m coming!”
“What the hell do you want now?” Sanji appeared at the doorway, rubbing at his eye and obviously still a little groggy. He was up, however, and looked like he’d just been getting his kitchen clothes ready. But speaking of clothes… “Eh? What’re you wearing?”
Zeff snorted, his thick arms crossed over a pale blue polo buttoned over a white shirt. The weather was a little nippy outside, the late summer months already progressing into a promisingly cold fall.
“We’re going to the carnival, brat. Get dressed.”
Sanji had the gall to give him that dumbfounded look. “Huh? Wh-What do you mean old man…?”
“You heard me. Carnival. Get dressed or I’ll leave you behind.”
The excitement that had just started bubbling behind the boy’s blue eyes died down a little, suddenly. “But what about the restaurant?”
“We can afford a day off.” Said Zeff, honestly enough. He tried to tell himself that it wasn’t happiness he felt when he saw Sanji’s expression light up but his excuse was poor, even in his head. Stupid baby eggplant. “We’re a little short on hands anyway and if you haven’t noticed, almost everyone in the city’s out enjoying the damn carnival. Now are you going to get dressed or am I going to have to fucking drag you to town wearing your pajamas?”
Sanji scowled and it was a pretty damn happy expression, regardless.
“JUST TRY IT YOU SHITTY OLD MAN!”
And fast as lightning the boy was in and out of his room, dressed for the day.
He’d even grabbed Zeff’s hand on the way out, a childish habit they both thought he’d outgrown a few years back.
It was nice.
(And then Sanji composed himself and let go only to get smacked for trying to cross the street unaided.)
A few rides and several hours later found father and son lounging on a shaded bench, (loudly) disapproving of the popcorn they were sharing. It was terrible.
Although Zeff had to admit, he’d learned a few interesting things that morning.
One: While his prosthetic leg meant that he had more reminders about his age than he cared to note, it wasn’t so bad when one of the said reminders grumbled next to him, trying not to appear like he was pacing himself for Zeff’s sake.
Two: He could shatter bottles using his good leg while Sanji could only mildly crack them. The boy was now, however, lugging around two large pandas which he’d sworn to share with the loveliest ladies at the carnival. Zeff had snorted, dodged a kick to the shin, and popped the bag of cotton candy on the ungrateful brat’s head when Sanji was distracted.
And, of course, number three: He could actually enjoy activities with Sanji sans cooking and walloping said stupid son over the head with his hat. They were both in reasonably good spirits that morning and it showed in that they mostly stuck to yelling about the food instead of at each other.
The crunch of salted popcorn permeated the thoughtful silence. It was almost lunch time and Zeff discreetly pointed out that there was enough time to hit one more attraction before they hunted for something more filling to eat.
Sanji looked at him, pensive. “I wanna go ride the carousel.”
“Then go.” The old chef snorted irritably.
Sanji turned his head to hide his grin, but his pleased aura and excited gait told Zeff that he’d given the right answer.
He just wished the boy had the presence of mind to leave the damn pandas behind before running off. Stupid eggplant.
Pairing: None (Sowie.)
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 372, 299, and 300, respectively.
Topic: Carousel
A/N: The topic deserved a series of drabbles. Really. I have bits of this story for the other Strawhats but I figured that I may as well put this one up first. I doubt I'll finish the others in time, anyway. >x>; But there is more.
The annual carnival was back, one of those big events sponsored by the city’s large corporations. There were shows, of course, and multiple rides and games and the like.
A few of the Baratie chefs had asked for a day off to bring their respective loved ones to the event and Zeff had caved simply because he knew the terrors of having to face the wide, begging eyes of children under the age of ten (and the large, teary ones that tended to follow, depending).
Not that any of those were familiar expressions on his sons face. Sanji had too much pride to subject himself to the indignity of begging for things in public but Zeff had seen enough of the look cross the boy’s face every time he asked for a chance in the kitchen.
Crestfallen expressions aside, Zeff never wanted to be faced with a pleading child. He could never bring himself to berate Sanji when he got that look on his face.
However, he mused with his attention on the small boy behind him, there were more painful things to watch than a child with a stupid, hopeful look on his face.
Sanji had stopped subconsciously and was now ogling at a bright poster on the wall. Zeff could see the colorful lettering from where he stood.
‘Carnivale Merri! A week long spectacle of food, shows, rides, and game sponsored by…’
The brat obviously wanted to go but he kept changing the subject every time it was brought up and seemed genuinely concerned with trying to act unaffected by it. Zeff didn’t see what the problem was, the boy had asked for more ridiculous things before.
Maybe he was ashamed of wanting something so childish? Maybe he was anticipating Zeff’s resounding “no”? His little eggplant always did forget that he was only nine.
“Oi, chibi-nasu. Hurry up.” He grunted, deciding to do something about this whole carnival business.
There was a brief moment of confusion as Sanji blinked off the colorful images and stared at Zeff uncomprehendingly. His face melted back into its usual scowl and his voice grew louder in an effort to cover up his interest in the poster.
“Keep your shorts on old man! I’m coming!”
“What the hell do you want now?” Sanji appeared at the doorway, rubbing at his eye and obviously still a little groggy. He was up, however, and looked like he’d just been getting his kitchen clothes ready. But speaking of clothes… “Eh? What’re you wearing?”
Zeff snorted, his thick arms crossed over a pale blue polo buttoned over a white shirt. The weather was a little nippy outside, the late summer months already progressing into a promisingly cold fall.
“We’re going to the carnival, brat. Get dressed.”
Sanji had the gall to give him that dumbfounded look. “Huh? Wh-What do you mean old man…?”
“You heard me. Carnival. Get dressed or I’ll leave you behind.”
The excitement that had just started bubbling behind the boy’s blue eyes died down a little, suddenly. “But what about the restaurant?”
“We can afford a day off.” Said Zeff, honestly enough. He tried to tell himself that it wasn’t happiness he felt when he saw Sanji’s expression light up but his excuse was poor, even in his head. Stupid baby eggplant. “We’re a little short on hands anyway and if you haven’t noticed, almost everyone in the city’s out enjoying the damn carnival. Now are you going to get dressed or am I going to have to fucking drag you to town wearing your pajamas?”
Sanji scowled and it was a pretty damn happy expression, regardless.
“JUST TRY IT YOU SHITTY OLD MAN!”
And fast as lightning the boy was in and out of his room, dressed for the day.
He’d even grabbed Zeff’s hand on the way out, a childish habit they both thought he’d outgrown a few years back.
It was nice.
(And then Sanji composed himself and let go only to get smacked for trying to cross the street unaided.)
A few rides and several hours later found father and son lounging on a shaded bench, (loudly) disapproving of the popcorn they were sharing. It was terrible.
Although Zeff had to admit, he’d learned a few interesting things that morning.
One: While his prosthetic leg meant that he had more reminders about his age than he cared to note, it wasn’t so bad when one of the said reminders grumbled next to him, trying not to appear like he was pacing himself for Zeff’s sake.
Two: He could shatter bottles using his good leg while Sanji could only mildly crack them. The boy was now, however, lugging around two large pandas which he’d sworn to share with the loveliest ladies at the carnival. Zeff had snorted, dodged a kick to the shin, and popped the bag of cotton candy on the ungrateful brat’s head when Sanji was distracted.
And, of course, number three: He could actually enjoy activities with Sanji sans cooking and walloping said stupid son over the head with his hat. They were both in reasonably good spirits that morning and it showed in that they mostly stuck to yelling about the food instead of at each other.
The crunch of salted popcorn permeated the thoughtful silence. It was almost lunch time and Zeff discreetly pointed out that there was enough time to hit one more attraction before they hunted for something more filling to eat.
Sanji looked at him, pensive. “I wanna go ride the carousel.”
“Then go.” The old chef snorted irritably.
Sanji turned his head to hide his grin, but his pleased aura and excited gait told Zeff that he’d given the right answer.
He just wished the boy had the presence of mind to leave the damn pandas behind before running off. Stupid eggplant.
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:47 pm (UTC)NOW, SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, DRAW ME A CHIBI!SANJI WITH DAMN PANDAS IN CAROUSEL!
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:56 pm (UTC)MY SCANNER'S BUSTEDPIRATES CAME AND STOLE MY SCANNER. :/ *is thinking of dialing 1-800-MUGIWARA but fears the expenses*I'm glad the cute made you "!" though. x)
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Date: 2007-08-28 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-01 01:06 pm (UTC)Because those pirates seriously don't want to let go. Rawr.no subject
Date: 2007-08-28 06:28 pm (UTC)This is a threatened thing, that we're talking about. Its amount should be much higher.
(I don't know what I'm talking about!!)
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Date: 2007-09-01 01:20 pm (UTC)