Oojah

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Title: Oojah
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Various, S/Z
Wordcount: 300
Notes: Interpretation of the theme being extremely abstract.



There'd been no fucking reason--he'd just wanted to look. Not like he'd never touched them before, even. But Zoro'd pitched a fit, grabbed his toys and stomped away.

So he'd followed.

Even from a distance Zoro looks tense, sharp as the metal across his knees. Stupid, dumb, lame. Boring until Luffy wanders up and sits by Zoro. They bump shoulders and a minute later Zoro laughs.

Sanji frowns. To be jealous of that is as ridiculous as being so damn invested in a pointy object. It's not like he intends to stop with Nami. He doesn't expect Zoro will ask.

He entertains the notion anyhow, pushing himself. Or, Zoro pushing, pressing him against the wall, forearms braced close to Sanji's skin, snarling--that same growl now carrying down the deck in an disturbing collusion of fantasy and reality. Sanji shivers, shakes hair out of his eye. Luffy has wrapped his arms several times around Zoro's torso and whines as Zoro tries to shove him away.

Shameless guy.

Sanji sits for dinner, by Zoro, for no reason he can think of except growing insanity. Everyone looks at him, or so it seems. Everyone but Zoro. Zoro just eats.

But later, when he finds Sanji in the cabin, taking long draws on the first smoke of a new pack, just looking at the swords this time, he drops by Sanji's feet and looks too. Sanji refuses to imagine what he sees.

Eventually he tips his head, knocking it slightly against Sanji's thigh. Fucking being nice. Sanji'd like to blame his own cooking for sickness in his belly. "It's about a promise to a girl," Zoro mutters the end so that Sanji can hardly hear, then in stronger tones says, "Shit, cook, you understand things like that."

Sanji scowls at the white sword.

Comments

[yaoi-rulz.livejournal.com]

Jealous Sanji, great.

[dethorats]

Lovely interpretation on the theme and, if I'm understanding right, on more than one level. Beautiful writing!

[xparrot.livejournal.com]

...I have no idea what the title means, but...wholly sheet. like a punch to the stomach. love how much you can say with so little, all unspoken and yet it's there loud & clear all the same, given the proper focus.

[huabot.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. For oojah, the compact oxford has:
something that one cannot or does not want to name.
..which is very pretty. O-ho-ho, how I do amuse myself lexically. Definition more usually given is 'whatcha-call-it', I think.