| First Zo/San fic to see the light of day |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|11:17 pm] |
Title: Glimmer
Rating: R
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Spoiler/Warning: Zoro’s 36 Pound Hou from Skypeia? Fluff. Crack. OOC.
Summary: Zoro gets all the attention, Sanji becomes pouty.
Word count: 1180
Disclaimer: Mine? Mine? Mine? Most definitely not.
A/N: I’m sorry!! I know I write horribly!! I made everyone OOC!! It’s my fault!! I should be kicked and slashed!! I apologize for destroying you day… *whimper* ;___;
He couldn't decide if this was heaven or hell. He looked around. Women. A full ship of them. Beautiful women. Women that made his eyes turn into hearts. Women that made him go giddy and sing “Mellorine~!” at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, all those women were surrounding and fawning over the aho-marimo. And that made it the worst hell he had ever experienced.
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Two days ago
“SHIP!! I SEE A SHIP!!” Luffy yelled. Sanji stopped mid-way in serving the girls their afternoon iced peach tea. Nami and Robin looked up from their books. Usopp and Chopper looked up from their fishing spot at the side of Merry. Zoro casually cracked one eye open from his sleeping spot against the mast.
A ship was approaching. A ship which started firing immediately after they were within range.
“Woooo—aaaahhhh!!!” Luffy laughed as the water sprayed around them. Usopp and Chopper did their usual headless chicken screaming around the ship. “Wha---what’s going on?!” Nami screamed.
“Gomu Gomu no ----“. Zoro took a step forward, “Luffy, let me handle this.” “Cheeeh… Zoro, you always steal my fun…” Luffy sulked beside Zoro.
“Heh. I just want to try a new technique, that’s all.”
Zoro took up his stance as an attack flew directly at him. “Ittoryuu. 36 Pound--- WOAH!!” The entire crew just looked dumbfoundedly at Zoro. In his hand, was a garland of flowers. A bouquet fell on the deck next. “What in the world----“ was all Nami could utter before they heard shrieks and screams coming from the approaching ship.
As it approached, they could make out that the mast was an exact (although bigger, much much bigger) replica of Wadou. And the figurehead was an unmistakable green-haired swordsman displaying the Santoryuu pose.
“S---SU---SUGEEEEEEEEE!!!” Luffy laughed. “Oh…Look at that. I never knew marimos made such interesting figureheads.” Sanji blew a puff of smoke. Zoro’s eyebrow twitched as he slid an inch of steel out of Kitetsu’s scabbard.
“RORONOA-SAMA~~~~!!!! Kyaa~~~!!!” Came the screams from a shipload of women. “Mellorine!!! Mellorine!! Please, let me escort you lovely ladies on boar---aaahh!!” Sanji got trampled as a swarm of the women climbed their way over the railing and rushed around Zoro.
Zoro looked visibly disturbed by the sudden attention. “Wh---wha---what’s this?”
“Ahem.” A petite young woman stepped out from the crowd. “Roronoa Zoro-sama. We are your loyal fans. We have been sailing around this stretch of the Grand Line in hopes of meeting you. Please… SIGN AN AUTOGRAPH FOR MEEEeee…”
“Haaah?” There was nothing Zoro could do but comply and autograph his Wanted poster.
“Kuso marimo…TEMEEEeee!!” Sanji launched a kick at the idiot’s head. “How could you make this group of lovely ladies sail around waiting for you??” “What are you talking about, aho cook?” Sanji barely had time to avoid obliterating the wall of delicate beauties protecting the idiot marimo. “Touch Roronoa-sama and we’ll make sure you never have children, punk!” The petite woman threatened, looking like a mob boss.
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Present day
And so, Sanji had to tolerate the sight of so many beauties fawning over the idiot marimo. Zoro even stopped eating the meals he made. All because those women made the marimo all sorts of snack throughout the day. Cheh…Their cooking could never be as good as mine. The aho-marimo would be begging for Sanji-cooked food by tomorrow. He almost gagged when he realized that he was feeling jealous of a bunch of women. And over the moss-head!! He shook his head to clear the thoughts. I have to get lunch ready.
“Roronoa-sama! Would you like a shoulder massage?” “Uuh….Sure, why not.” It’ll make the aho-cook squirm with jealousy and get his pants in a knot..Heheh Truth be told, Zoro didn’t actually mind all the attention. They made sure he was comfortable, he got all the food he could eat (though not as tasty as the cook’s), his laundry was done to perfection, but most importantly, he could see Sanji steal glances at him all day, with the look of a green-eyed monster. Yeap, that made all the squealing and wibbling of the women around him worth it.
“Roronoa-sama,” the petite woman said “we’re leaving soon. We hate to part with you, but we have other urgent matters to attend to.” “What?!?! So fast?!?! But I still have so many of Zoro’s pictures and things to sell to you!!” Nami whined from her makeshift Zoro-stall near the mikan trees.
“Oi! Why the hell are you selling my underwear, woman?!!!”
“It’s the hottest item, Zoro! Everyone bought at least one!”
Do I even HAVE that many underwear? “Stop selling my stuff, woman!!”
“Haha…You can always buy more at the next town, Swordsman-san.”
“Nami, can I buy one?”
“Stay away from my underwear, Chopper!!”
“Nami-swaan!! You’re as smart and resourceful as ever!”
“Thank you, Sanji-kun. Now please go save Luffy. I think I heard him fall overboard a few minutes ago.”
“Yes, ma’am!!”
“Aaah….Thanks, Sanji. Drowning made me hungry. Got any meat?!”
“AS I was saying, Roronoa-sama. We’ll be leaving soon. But we would like to give you a small gift.” The petite woman took out a small box and opened it. Inside were two simple rings. “These may look simple, but they are made from a special type of iron. These two rings will shine their brightest when worn by true lovers. We hope you’ll like this gift. And we also hope you found someone to give it to from our small group. Psst. I made one ring to fit my finger…”
“Aah…Thanks. I’ve got someone in mind to give it to.”
“Cheh. Don’t break a lady’s heart, you soggy marimo.”
“That wouldn’t be any of your business now, would it, ero-cook!”
“Ho… You wanna fight?”
“Come one. Bring it on!”
*Konk! Konk!*
“Shut up! You’re too noisy! I can’t do my business properly!!”
He couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that as the Marimo Ship sailed away. It was much quieter, definitely. And he could cook for a whole crew again. Still, the past three days had been a strain on his nerves. He needed sleep. A look over his shoulder showed the idiot marimo training. Chopper, Luffy and Usopp were sitting at the corner, fiddling with one of Usopp’s new inventions, The Fangirl Repellent. Nami and Robin had retired to their quarters for a nap. Nothing else to do but get some rest himself.
He quietly closed the door to the men’s quarters and was about to sink into his hammock when a box caught his eye. Slowly, he picked it up from his hammock and opened it. Inside, was one of the rings that the petite woman gave to Zoro earlier in the day. Attached was a note: Oi, kuso-cook. Make me some real food tonight. Double helping. Baka marimo. Sanji slipped the ring around his finger and slept with a smile on his face.
That night, in the dark of the sleeping quarters, a light was seen. Zoro’s ring shone as his fingers laced with Sanji’s.
Owari.
*apologizes profusely* GOMENNASAI!!! I shall now disappear back into the shadows of lurker-dom. I’m sorry for killing these awesome characters. |
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