Rescue and the Recursive
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Rescue and the Recursive
Rating: PG
Pairing: S/Z maybe
Wordcount: 300
Notes: Zoro disguises himself as a dashing marine; Sanji disguises himself as a grateful princess. Pardon me, I'm only having cliché clinch theater time again.
They're blocked in sooner than he'd expected--turn to double back but a patrol is there too, swarming up the street.
He's in uniform, but Sanji isn't; while alone in the gloom Zoro might pass easily, it defeats his purpose. He cranes his neck instead, considering the high walls. Sanji yanks the brim of Zoro's cap and ducks under his arm when Zoro, past minor annoyances, reaches to fix it.
It's not a kiss, not the way he considers kissing, and hopefully not the way Sanji does either, so he knows at once what's meant. Even if the idea is stupid he has no better one, so they mash their mouths together and roll their eyes around. There's the Marines' clamor approaching but nothing to see yet, only a glimpse of sweat and dirt on Sanji's skin. The hand on his back feels huge, and he has an absurd desire to shout and struggle, to invite interference.
It comes soon enough anyway. He squints from the lantern but has no time to hold his breath before the cry goes up. He breaks away, giving Sanji a shove when the cook stares into the light at the mouth of the alley like he's waiting for the first shot, or for them to gather enough numbers and courage. Zoro'd welcome it, himself, but they don't have time to fight. Someone has to be practical and it's not Sanji tonight, not that you can blame him.
"It's supposed to work!" Sanji shouts behind him as they flee, entirely unapologetic. He hadn't thought they'd make it, maybe; he's in high spirits--giddy, angry--and Zoro doesn't have anything to say to that, but he can run all night as long as Sanji's chasing him. They'll fight about it in the morning, on the ship.
Rating: PG
Pairing: S/Z maybe
Wordcount: 300
Notes: Zoro disguises himself as a dashing marine; Sanji disguises himself as a grateful princess. Pardon me, I'm only having cliché clinch theater time again.
They're blocked in sooner than he'd expected--turn to double back but a patrol is there too, swarming up the street.
He's in uniform, but Sanji isn't; while alone in the gloom Zoro might pass easily, it defeats his purpose. He cranes his neck instead, considering the high walls. Sanji yanks the brim of Zoro's cap and ducks under his arm when Zoro, past minor annoyances, reaches to fix it.
It's not a kiss, not the way he considers kissing, and hopefully not the way Sanji does either, so he knows at once what's meant. Even if the idea is stupid he has no better one, so they mash their mouths together and roll their eyes around. There's the Marines' clamor approaching but nothing to see yet, only a glimpse of sweat and dirt on Sanji's skin. The hand on his back feels huge, and he has an absurd desire to shout and struggle, to invite interference.
It comes soon enough anyway. He squints from the lantern but has no time to hold his breath before the cry goes up. He breaks away, giving Sanji a shove when the cook stares into the light at the mouth of the alley like he's waiting for the first shot, or for them to gather enough numbers and courage. Zoro'd welcome it, himself, but they don't have time to fight. Someone has to be practical and it's not Sanji tonight, not that you can blame him.
"It's supposed to work!" Sanji shouts behind him as they flee, entirely unapologetic. He hadn't thought they'd make it, maybe; he's in high spirits--giddy, angry--and Zoro doesn't have anything to say to that, but he can run all night as long as Sanji's chasing him. They'll fight about it in the morning, on the ship.
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Date: 2004-07-10 03:19 am (UTC)I love this. Absolutely love this. Interesting choice of tenses, too.
Gah! I don't have words for how cool this is. :wallows in it:
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Date: 2004-07-16 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-22 12:57 am (UTC)"It's supposed to work!" Most definitely hee>/i>!
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Date: 2004-07-30 07:00 pm (UTC)