Close encounters of the yaoi kind...
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onepieceyaoi100I am so barely alive. Damn the heat. Damn my allergies!
But anyway, may I present my crack drabble of the week before I go pass out under the airconditioning vent with some kleenex.
Drabble: Diplomacy
Topic: Close Calls
Word Count: 362 (way long… ;_;)
Pairing: ZoSan, of course.
Rating: PG
A/N: SO OOC.
Zoro blinked.
Furrowed his brow.
Tilted his head.
Frowned.
“It’s um… it’s…”
“Well?” Sanji pushed impatiently, glaring.
Zoro tried to smile reassuringly, but with his facial structure, it just seemed like a painful scowl.
“It’s…different,” he managed to ground out after a second more of Sanji’s unnerving staring.
The chef’s expression darkened marginally. “Different how?”
Zoro swallowed. He knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant he was dangerously close to the “No-sex-cutoff” zone.
“Er…it’s… different different?” he offered, sweat beading at the back of his neck as he gauged the blonde’s reactions.
Now, Zoro wasn’t really a big proponent of self-preservation or anything like that. In fact, he usually was the first idiot in the line of fire.
But this was something else entirely.
No enemies, no explosions, no duels of honor or precious promises lay at stake.
This was different.
This particular situation held the fate of his sex life in its hands.
It was a…delicate…matter. It had to be handled…cautiously.
“Zoro…” Sanji pressed, crossing his arms impatiently.
Oh god. Sanji had used his name. No “Fucker” or “Shitface” or “Dumbass”. Just Zoro.
Dangerzone.
“I uh… I…like it. It’s diff…er… new. It’s a new look. Aheh.”
Sanji studied him for a second, but if Zoro was reading his expressions right, it was a speculative gaze and not a murderous, sex-withholding one.
He suddenly felt hopeful and pushed daringly onward. “I uh…I mean, the way it looked after those uh…marines chopped it up… but uh…when you look at it now…”
He paused for breath, teeth still clenched in his slightly hysterical pain-filled grimace.
“When you look at it now…?” Sanji pushed.
“It looks… um… good. Yeah. Good. On you. I mean… uh… you make it look good. Yeah, that’s it! You make it look good,” Zoro offered, finally finding a lighted path in these darkened woods.
Sanji’s expression softened a bit, and he self-consciously touched his new, much shorter haircut. “Oh. Well, thanks.” He coughed. “Uh, dinner’s on in thirty so don’t be late, shithead.”
Zoro sagged with relief. “Yeah, okay.”
He ducked out of the galley, feeling like he’d just made the most miraculous escape of his life.
END
Well, there's that. Comments? Crits? Violence?
But anyway, may I present my crack drabble of the week before I go pass out under the airconditioning vent with some kleenex.
Drabble: Diplomacy
Topic: Close Calls
Word Count: 362 (way long… ;_;)
Pairing: ZoSan, of course.
Rating: PG
A/N: SO OOC.
Zoro blinked.
Furrowed his brow.
Tilted his head.
Frowned.
“It’s um… it’s…”
“Well?” Sanji pushed impatiently, glaring.
Zoro tried to smile reassuringly, but with his facial structure, it just seemed like a painful scowl.
“It’s…different,” he managed to ground out after a second more of Sanji’s unnerving staring.
The chef’s expression darkened marginally. “Different how?”
Zoro swallowed. He knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant he was dangerously close to the “No-sex-cutoff” zone.
“Er…it’s… different different?” he offered, sweat beading at the back of his neck as he gauged the blonde’s reactions.
Now, Zoro wasn’t really a big proponent of self-preservation or anything like that. In fact, he usually was the first idiot in the line of fire.
But this was something else entirely.
No enemies, no explosions, no duels of honor or precious promises lay at stake.
This was different.
This particular situation held the fate of his sex life in its hands.
It was a…delicate…matter. It had to be handled…cautiously.
“Zoro…” Sanji pressed, crossing his arms impatiently.
Oh god. Sanji had used his name. No “Fucker” or “Shitface” or “Dumbass”. Just Zoro.
Dangerzone.
“I uh… I…like it. It’s diff…er… new. It’s a new look. Aheh.”
Sanji studied him for a second, but if Zoro was reading his expressions right, it was a speculative gaze and not a murderous, sex-withholding one.
He suddenly felt hopeful and pushed daringly onward. “I uh…I mean, the way it looked after those uh…marines chopped it up… but uh…when you look at it now…”
He paused for breath, teeth still clenched in his slightly hysterical pain-filled grimace.
“When you look at it now…?” Sanji pushed.
“It looks… um… good. Yeah. Good. On you. I mean… uh… you make it look good. Yeah, that’s it! You make it look good,” Zoro offered, finally finding a lighted path in these darkened woods.
Sanji’s expression softened a bit, and he self-consciously touched his new, much shorter haircut. “Oh. Well, thanks.” He coughed. “Uh, dinner’s on in thirty so don’t be late, shithead.”
Zoro sagged with relief. “Yeah, okay.”
He ducked out of the galley, feeling like he’d just made the most miraculous escape of his life.
END
Well, there's that. Comments? Crits? Violence?
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Date: 2004-09-23 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-23 02:36 am (UTC)re: diplomacy
Date: 2004-09-23 09:09 pm (UTC)Ahahah. Glad I'm not in Zoro's position.
This is fantastic.
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Date: 2004-09-24 06:53 am (UTC)Really nice piece.