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onepieceyaoi100Title: My lifeline
WOrds: like 800? Uh. Started writing a drabble and I guess got caught up in it. Sorries.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: Pg13
topic: Sinking
notes: YEah..it's longer. Features some future old man Zoro and death talk...although the ending shouldn't leave any angst.
“There he is…the last one of THAT legendary crew!” One woman whispered to her friend as they passed, pointing a finger at the old man lunging on the grass with weights held over his head.
Zoro ignored the gawking tourists in his normal stoic fashion, opting instead to bring the weights down again in the same familiar rhythm. Significantly less weight then his glory days but that was just a consequence fifty years could bring.
It was surprising to him that the world still saw him as the last living crew member. Maybe it was the irony of it. The one most likely to die, out living them all. Facing swordsman after swordsman, loosing tons of blood, and then to achieve his goal and then inevitably facing all those who wanted the title for themselves. Zoro found it remarkable too…to survive this long.
He still was the strongest swordsman in the world…and at seventy. It did make him a bit of a tourist attraction…especially when he was the pirate kings first mate. In all reality though, he knew he should have lost the title years ago to a better swordsman…but none had showed up to challenge him as he thought they would.
The world had turned a corner, and with the old world government defunct (due to no small part from the legendary crew) everyone seemed more involved in trade, art, and getting involved in their own government these days. The age of pirates, age of people yearning to become the best swordsman, was for all intensive purposes over.
He had little to do these days. Training in case someone finally challenged him was one thing he enjoyed and on the weekend the islands dojo students would come find him and spar. That was fun. He also took it as his job to look intimidating in case of any forgotten pirate still out on the Grandline found the peaceful island.
The tourists words…it was a common story. What if he was the last one? It was that thought that made his heart sink, loosing the Nakama, some he hadn’t seen in years. He knew it shouldn’t bother him so much, even if they did die.
He saw them live good lives…saw their dreams fulfilled…they would have no regrets.
He still saw signs of them everyday…the book of Usopps stories in the bookstore window right next to Namis atlas and Robins book of history. The ships built these days had hints of Frankys design. The islands doctor had been Chopper apprentice. Brooks music would sometimes float from the taverns walls. Then the other little reminders of those later crewmembers in the museum. And Luffy…well he could be seen in the new governments flag…abstract but for those who were there when it was designed…the strawhat symbol included amongst the other symbols of freedom was obvious.
He heard the thump of the cane and click of the lighter. Ah…but he wasn’t alone, he shouldn’t forget that so easily. Another consequence of age perhaps.
“Oi, Looks like even now you aren’t recognized.” Zoro taunted in the private joke. Of course the islanders knew the man…but not like Zoro did.
The people of the island knew he was the long time (but now retired) governor of the island, and chef at the best Inn on any of the seas. A few of the older residents might be able to identify him as the founder of the island…an island that for those who knew the way held the location of All Blue at it’s center the size of a huge lake...but all the Blues poured into its center by way of cliffsway rivers and massive waterfalls, nevertheless.
And the only one who knew that the islands founder, chef, and ex-governor was in fact Blackleg Sanji, former chef to the pirate king…was Zoro.
The curly brow, still evident despite the wrinkles twitched for a second before the blond man leaned on the cane in resignation.
“I’ll just have to be satisfied that you at least can see the rumors of my death have been exaggerated, Marimo.” Sanji called from behind his cigarette. “Poor Nami-swan doesn’t even have that chance!”
“Yeah.” Zoro couldn’t help but smile at the idiot, still the love cook into his golden years, figures. The confidence the cook had that they were all still fine always seemed to pull him up from the sinking dark speculation. And they were wrong about the cook after all.
“I guess it can’t be helped, let the cuties remember me when I was young and handsome.” The cook sighed as he idly twirled the cane in his dexterous fingers, proving to the swordsman yet again it was just for appearances and then swept his golden hair aside as a gust of wind threatened to muss it.
“You still look handsome to me…” Zoro offered truthfully to his long time companion. The smile he got back was exactly the one he hoped for and grinned even wider at Sanjis response.
“Right back at you, you old fool.”
WOrds: like 800? Uh. Started writing a drabble and I guess got caught up in it. Sorries.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: Pg13
topic: Sinking
notes: YEah..it's longer. Features some future old man Zoro and death talk...although the ending shouldn't leave any angst.
“There he is…the last one of THAT legendary crew!” One woman whispered to her friend as they passed, pointing a finger at the old man lunging on the grass with weights held over his head.
Zoro ignored the gawking tourists in his normal stoic fashion, opting instead to bring the weights down again in the same familiar rhythm. Significantly less weight then his glory days but that was just a consequence fifty years could bring.
It was surprising to him that the world still saw him as the last living crew member. Maybe it was the irony of it. The one most likely to die, out living them all. Facing swordsman after swordsman, loosing tons of blood, and then to achieve his goal and then inevitably facing all those who wanted the title for themselves. Zoro found it remarkable too…to survive this long.
He still was the strongest swordsman in the world…and at seventy. It did make him a bit of a tourist attraction…especially when he was the pirate kings first mate. In all reality though, he knew he should have lost the title years ago to a better swordsman…but none had showed up to challenge him as he thought they would.
The world had turned a corner, and with the old world government defunct (due to no small part from the legendary crew) everyone seemed more involved in trade, art, and getting involved in their own government these days. The age of pirates, age of people yearning to become the best swordsman, was for all intensive purposes over.
He had little to do these days. Training in case someone finally challenged him was one thing he enjoyed and on the weekend the islands dojo students would come find him and spar. That was fun. He also took it as his job to look intimidating in case of any forgotten pirate still out on the Grandline found the peaceful island.
The tourists words…it was a common story. What if he was the last one? It was that thought that made his heart sink, loosing the Nakama, some he hadn’t seen in years. He knew it shouldn’t bother him so much, even if they did die.
He saw them live good lives…saw their dreams fulfilled…they would have no regrets.
He still saw signs of them everyday…the book of Usopps stories in the bookstore window right next to Namis atlas and Robins book of history. The ships built these days had hints of Frankys design. The islands doctor had been Chopper apprentice. Brooks music would sometimes float from the taverns walls. Then the other little reminders of those later crewmembers in the museum. And Luffy…well he could be seen in the new governments flag…abstract but for those who were there when it was designed…the strawhat symbol included amongst the other symbols of freedom was obvious.
He heard the thump of the cane and click of the lighter. Ah…but he wasn’t alone, he shouldn’t forget that so easily. Another consequence of age perhaps.
“Oi, Looks like even now you aren’t recognized.” Zoro taunted in the private joke. Of course the islanders knew the man…but not like Zoro did.
The people of the island knew he was the long time (but now retired) governor of the island, and chef at the best Inn on any of the seas. A few of the older residents might be able to identify him as the founder of the island…an island that for those who knew the way held the location of All Blue at it’s center the size of a huge lake...but all the Blues poured into its center by way of cliffsway rivers and massive waterfalls, nevertheless.
And the only one who knew that the islands founder, chef, and ex-governor was in fact Blackleg Sanji, former chef to the pirate king…was Zoro.
The curly brow, still evident despite the wrinkles twitched for a second before the blond man leaned on the cane in resignation.
“I’ll just have to be satisfied that you at least can see the rumors of my death have been exaggerated, Marimo.” Sanji called from behind his cigarette. “Poor Nami-swan doesn’t even have that chance!”
“Yeah.” Zoro couldn’t help but smile at the idiot, still the love cook into his golden years, figures. The confidence the cook had that they were all still fine always seemed to pull him up from the sinking dark speculation. And they were wrong about the cook after all.
“I guess it can’t be helped, let the cuties remember me when I was young and handsome.” The cook sighed as he idly twirled the cane in his dexterous fingers, proving to the swordsman yet again it was just for appearances and then swept his golden hair aside as a gust of wind threatened to muss it.
“You still look handsome to me…” Zoro offered truthfully to his long time companion. The smile he got back was exactly the one he hoped for and grinned even wider at Sanjis response.
“Right back at you, you old fool.”
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Date: 2008-09-05 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-05 07:16 pm (UTC)I'm quite certain nobody would mind an implication that they were still boinking after so many years. But the sweetness was great too!
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Date: 2008-09-10 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-05 07:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-05 03:58 pm (UTC)I haven't seen you around!? New to the fandom?
Nice Hughes icon!
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Date: 2008-09-05 04:54 pm (UTC)And thanks for the icon love. Hughes is awesome.
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Date: 2008-09-05 12:03 pm (UTC)This makes me want to hug random old men (in anime). Yeah I know I'm weird.
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Date: 2008-09-05 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-05 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-05 03:55 pm (UTC)Yeah..Usopps Fables and Wild Ocean tales is a best seller!
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Date: 2008-09-05 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-05 03:56 pm (UTC)-love your icon btw!
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Date: 2008-09-05 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-06 03:41 am (UTC)OMG!
Date: 2008-09-06 03:51 am (UTC)Re: OMG!
Date: 2008-09-06 03:57 am (UTC)Re: OMG!
Date: 2008-09-06 07:34 am (UTC)I am tempted to do a pic or a fic or SOMETHING in which Sanji and House are included.
Re: OMG!
Date: 2008-09-06 07:39 am (UTC)