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onepieceyaoi100Title: After another close call
words: 775 (too many_)
Pairing: San/Zo
rating: Pg13 (language)
topic: Kindness
notes: This may count as a death fic, but I don't think so.
Zoro could have sworn he should be feeling a lot more pain. That woman was the most challenging swordsman (excluding Mihawk) to date and that last slice had cut him clean and deep across the side as he had twisted to push Usopp out of the way and into the cooks arms.
He had just turned to face her again, pissed that she would interrupt their fight by going after his nakama and felt a painful stab into his chest.
He should feel pain. And for that matter why was everything white?
When a black door appeared and Sanji walked from it, considering a clipboard in his hands, gnawing on a cigarette and in that black suit he hadn’t worn for a while, Zoro was really confused.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Zoro asked, not sure why he had chosen that question and not ‘where am I?’ but it didn’t matter.
Sanji looked up, noticing now that for the first time the room he entered hadn’t been empty. He looked shocked seeing the swordsman there before him.
“What the fuck are YOU doing here?!” He shouted back before a thought occurred to him and he checked his outfit. “You mean even back then?” His expression changed to a pissed off one. “ZORO!!!”
Before the green haired swordsman had a chance to respond an older green haired man walked through the door with a yawn. He was himself for sure- but older, tougher, and in an outfit he had never seen before.
“Morning already?”
Sanji landed a kick atop the mans head and he grunted as he opened his eyes.
“Oi Sanji, what’s this, Baratie version? Nice! Feeling nostalgic? It isn’t even my birthday.”
The cook inclined his head to the bloody younger version of himself. Upon laying eyes on himself, his appearance changed to match the younger bloodier Zoro.
“Care to explain asshole?”
“Nothing to tell…you remember this right? That woman swordsman who went after Usopp in the middle of the fight?”
“You got right back up after that…why didn’t you tell us you nearly died?!! AND!” Sanji leaned in close with a snarl. “all the way back THEN you wanted me to be your person?! Why didn’t you say anything? We could have gotten together way sooner!”
Zoro looked back and forth between the argument between this other self and the cook.
“Am I dead?”
“When you die before it is finalized you are greeted by a person you would most like to see…and they either send you back or help you cross over.” Sanji explained with a glare to the other man to his left.
“But you’re still alive….aren’t you?”
“YOUR Sanji is still alive…” His other self intoned with meaning. “But when everyone dies…occasionally they are called upon to go to the past or future and greet those who wish to see them. Time has no meaning in the face of death. It is the last and greatest kindness of life.”
“That means…”
“It’s not our time yet…get the hell back down there and beat her. I did it once already and you still need to become the greatest.” His older yet identical self smirked.
“Yeah…and since I know you won’t remember this more then a vague feeling and instinctual hunch when you get back….” Sanji walked forward and planted a deep tender kiss against his mouth. “Don’t keep me waiting so long like this idiot did…”
There was a spinning a kick against his chest and as he hurled backwards in the darkness he felt the stabbing pain there grow.
He landed with a thump on ground and felt the area where the kick…no it had been a swordwound…why had he suddenly thought it was a kick? As he stood up and faced down the woman he felt more than just anger. He felt confident.
“Oi! What are you waiting for idiot!? We need to get back to the ship! Hurry up and win!” Sanji shouted from somewhere behind him, the traces of concern and relief suddenly all too evident to Zoro.
He felt a lot more confidant in certain other matters too…he realized with a grin.
OMAKE:
“What the hell was that?!”
“A kiss idiot…I thought that would be obvious even to you.”
“But….”
“Heh...you aren’t feeling jealous of yourself are you?”
They both froze for a moment as a new memory flitted through them. Zoro grinned smugly as he watched Sanjis face turn a bright shade of red.
“What the hell!? Marimo! I only encouraged you to act sooner…Not do THAT…or god…ANY of those things…”
“You brought it upon yourself…a kiss from you isn’t encouragement, it tastes like victory.”
words: 775 (too many_)
Pairing: San/Zo
rating: Pg13 (language)
topic: Kindness
notes: This may count as a death fic, but I don't think so.
Zoro could have sworn he should be feeling a lot more pain. That woman was the most challenging swordsman (excluding Mihawk) to date and that last slice had cut him clean and deep across the side as he had twisted to push Usopp out of the way and into the cooks arms.
He had just turned to face her again, pissed that she would interrupt their fight by going after his nakama and felt a painful stab into his chest.
He should feel pain. And for that matter why was everything white?
When a black door appeared and Sanji walked from it, considering a clipboard in his hands, gnawing on a cigarette and in that black suit he hadn’t worn for a while, Zoro was really confused.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Zoro asked, not sure why he had chosen that question and not ‘where am I?’ but it didn’t matter.
Sanji looked up, noticing now that for the first time the room he entered hadn’t been empty. He looked shocked seeing the swordsman there before him.
“What the fuck are YOU doing here?!” He shouted back before a thought occurred to him and he checked his outfit. “You mean even back then?” His expression changed to a pissed off one. “ZORO!!!”
Before the green haired swordsman had a chance to respond an older green haired man walked through the door with a yawn. He was himself for sure- but older, tougher, and in an outfit he had never seen before.
“Morning already?”
Sanji landed a kick atop the mans head and he grunted as he opened his eyes.
“Oi Sanji, what’s this, Baratie version? Nice! Feeling nostalgic? It isn’t even my birthday.”
The cook inclined his head to the bloody younger version of himself. Upon laying eyes on himself, his appearance changed to match the younger bloodier Zoro.
“Care to explain asshole?”
“Nothing to tell…you remember this right? That woman swordsman who went after Usopp in the middle of the fight?”
“You got right back up after that…why didn’t you tell us you nearly died?!! AND!” Sanji leaned in close with a snarl. “all the way back THEN you wanted me to be your person?! Why didn’t you say anything? We could have gotten together way sooner!”
Zoro looked back and forth between the argument between this other self and the cook.
“Am I dead?”
“When you die before it is finalized you are greeted by a person you would most like to see…and they either send you back or help you cross over.” Sanji explained with a glare to the other man to his left.
“But you’re still alive….aren’t you?”
“YOUR Sanji is still alive…” His other self intoned with meaning. “But when everyone dies…occasionally they are called upon to go to the past or future and greet those who wish to see them. Time has no meaning in the face of death. It is the last and greatest kindness of life.”
“That means…”
“It’s not our time yet…get the hell back down there and beat her. I did it once already and you still need to become the greatest.” His older yet identical self smirked.
“Yeah…and since I know you won’t remember this more then a vague feeling and instinctual hunch when you get back….” Sanji walked forward and planted a deep tender kiss against his mouth. “Don’t keep me waiting so long like this idiot did…”
There was a spinning a kick against his chest and as he hurled backwards in the darkness he felt the stabbing pain there grow.
He landed with a thump on ground and felt the area where the kick…no it had been a swordwound…why had he suddenly thought it was a kick? As he stood up and faced down the woman he felt more than just anger. He felt confident.
“Oi! What are you waiting for idiot!? We need to get back to the ship! Hurry up and win!” Sanji shouted from somewhere behind him, the traces of concern and relief suddenly all too evident to Zoro.
He felt a lot more confidant in certain other matters too…he realized with a grin.
OMAKE:
“What the hell was that?!”
“A kiss idiot…I thought that would be obvious even to you.”
“But….”
“Heh...you aren’t feeling jealous of yourself are you?”
They both froze for a moment as a new memory flitted through them. Zoro grinned smugly as he watched Sanjis face turn a bright shade of red.
“What the hell!? Marimo! I only encouraged you to act sooner…Not do THAT…or god…ANY of those things…”
“You brought it upon yourself…a kiss from you isn’t encouragement, it tastes like victory.”
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Date: 2008-10-17 09:17 pm (UTC)Nicely done! *Happily adds to memories*
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Date: 2008-10-17 09:19 pm (UTC)That makes me wish I had spent longer on it and polished it up first!
DAng!
Well...thanks! It makes me happy to hear it!
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Date: 2008-10-18 05:02 am (UTC)You're very welcome! ^_^ I like all your stuff.
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Date: 2008-10-17 10:00 pm (UTC)Sweet and cute and makes me grin.
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Date: 2008-10-18 04:07 pm (UTC)Glad it was a happy sort of surprise!
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-10-18 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 04:07 pm (UTC)