Lie to Me | By : kuronekoluna Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 4466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
“Stray” is playing on the playlist,
which explains the weird title.
Standard disclaimers apply. (heck if I owned One Piece, I’d
have a whole arc dedicated to Zoro and Sanji’s love life… then the series would have to be labeled
'BL' instead of 'shounen' xD)
Oh, and yaoi warnings.
Don’t like, don’t read.
I am not your mother/caretaker. Don’t blame me for exposing
your ‘innocent’ little mind to the realities of the world.
BIG THANK YOU to those who reviewed! ;3
it makes me feel really HAPPY to know what people think of this messy fic! LOL Thanks! ;3 (tho it is kinda sad that this has gotten 280 hits—whether or not all
280 read the fic
or not—and yet, only 5 were kind enough to review. T_T)
Ps.
If you find any ooc-ness in this, I’m really sorry. I
tried. (Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped writing when I started on this T-T)
Pps.
This is dedicated to Jyl, my amazing bestfriend who drooled and swooned and ‘kyaa’-ed with me when the amazing box of doujinshi
came (webcams are for sharing the smut! xDD). And
also to Momo-chan, for staying up with me
brainstorming ideas and getting side-tracked while sharing the fangirl-squee over YM. ::wuvvles to you both!::
Ppps.
Anyone know of a good fic that has seme!Sanji in it? Please? (nothing
like my crappy writing…please?) T-T (doujinshi links
and/or doujinshi title suggestions with seme!Sanji would be highly
appreciated, as all the doujin I own seem to be ZoroSanji only x3)
Oh, and yes, behold the result of frustration over homework.
Enjoy.
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Lie to Me ch2:
Don’t Come and Go
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Sanji sat in the galley with his
chin resting on the dining table, the hand with a lazily burning cigarette
dangling off the edge, ash trickling to the wood floor. Breakfast had come and
gone, and the burst of energy that came with it (and Luffy’s
ever excited cheers for meat) had ebbed away from the ship’s kitchen and had
spread itself over the Going Merry with Luffy and Usopp’s boisterous fishing escapades, Chopper’s squee-ing at the marksman’s tall tales and the constant
swish and slash of Zoro’s sword-weights.
Now if he could only delete the last sound from this
glorious after-breakfast morning… and the very sweaty, very muscular, very fucking
distracting mental image of the shitty swordsman every time he’d close his
eyes and hear the goddamn swish of his weights through the small, open
porthole of the galley.
A hand ran through his blonde hair, fisting at the locks in
frustration. It was just too much! And the dark circles under his eyes were not
helping him either, as even his Robin-chwan had asked
him if he was ‘okay’ before she left to read on the deck.
He had just swooned his usual swoon
and told her he was just having one of those ‘odd days’. The archeologist had
then silently considered his answer for a split second before her enigmatic
smile was back in place. Sanji had just swooned a
little more, if that was even possible, before he almost, almost dropped
the cigarette in his mouth as Robin turned from the door and casually told him
that ‘It would be better for Cook-san’s health to
be honest with himself.’
Sanji’s forehead thunked heavily against the kitchen table. Was he
that obvious?
The blonde froze then suddenly jerked his head up.
Wait.
Waitwaitwaitwaitwait.
Back up there a moment.
Did Robin know? Did she have any idea as to
what was tormenting him so?
And there was a fleeting moment where the love-cook
congratulated himself for his perfect prose, that is, until it dawned upon him
that Robin, his Robin-chwan, possibly, possibly
knew of what had happened to him—to him and Zoro...with
Zoro.
And Sanji’s world came crashing
down again…for the second time, and it wasn’t even past two weeks yet!
Okaaaay…So it was the thirteenth
day after the fucking incident (no pun intended). Not that he had been
keeping count, mind you. Not that he’d been subtly aware of how every time Zoro would stalk into the galley to grab a bottle of sake,
he’d always use his teeth to roughly uncork it. How his lips would close around
the bottle’s mouth. How, sometimes, just sometimes, some of the liquid
would trickle down the side of his mouth...and how the cook would hastily look
away, licking his dry lips, swallowing hard at the temptation to lick the
inviting trail of alcohol away—just like that time… that split-second
moment when Zoro was too drunk to be able to take a
swig without wasting any of the bottle’s contents—that exact moment before Zoro had jumped him and dragged him into the alley…
“ARGH!!”
The frustrated scream and the loud bang of the galley door
echoed through the little ship. Luffy had merely
turned his head around (just his head, because the rest of him was too
busy fishing anyway) to see what the ruckus was all about. Usopp
being, well, Usopp almost fell overboard with
surprise and Chopper, who had the presence of mind to grab the nearest object
out of fright—Usopp’s leg—the only thing saving him,
seeing as the little reindeer had his antlers stuck between the ship’s railings
as the sharpshooter dangled dangerously over the ship’s edge.
Nami just shrugged at the outburst
and figured that the blonde cook had realized that his Secret Stash of Meat™
had been raided and was about to kick their captain for it. But when Sanji turned and walked past their rubber captain
without even a side glance, Nami decided to
pause in her sunbathing and follow Robin’s lead as the archeologist closed her
book to lean over the tangerine grove’s railings to follow the fuming cook with
her eyes.
The blonde stomped his way towards the sleeping swordsman,
who was currently snoring away on the other side of the ship. He stood looming
over the sleeping man, hands in the pocket of his pants, glaring down on the
unconscious slouch of human muscle.
“Oi. Kuso-marimo.”
To the casual observer, the blonde’s insult would just come
off as a gruff wake-up call, but to those who knew him, this particular tone
was only used when the cook was really, really pissed—a warning signal
for an impeding storm of kicks and bloodshed.
And Zoro’s snores didn’t even
hitch.
Sanji swore between gritted teeth…
…and proceeded to plant his booted foot heavily on
the swordsman’s haramaki-covered stomach.
To which Zoro twitched.
The throbbing vain on Sanji’s head
doubled in size. He then swiped a leg at the sleep-hazed man, making Zoro tumble, skid and finally sprawl a few good paces along
the deck.
Zoro grunted, shaking his head
once and dusting himself off as he sat up.
“What crawled up your ass?” Zoro’s
tone was quite subdued, though the teasing words only made the cook seethe a
bit more.
“Bastard.” Sanji
spat.
The green-haired swordsman raised an eyebrow at Sanji’s barely-contained anger. To Zoro,
he looked like an agitated blonde cat, its fur bristling, and it amused him.
“What, shitty cook?” [1] Zoro
smirked.
Sanji screamed.
“ARGH!! YOU—!!!”
The blonde viciously jabbed an accusing finger at the crouching swordsman who
had fallen back surprised at the cook’s scream.
“YOU!” Sanji
continued, taking a heaving breath, his voice dripping with unbridled hostility
and anger, words spilling between gritted teeth.
“You fucking get me drunk, drag
me to an alley and fuck me senseless and all you can say
is fucking ‘what’?!”
In the background, Usopp’s (having
managed to swing one leg over the railing, trying to haul himself back on the
deck) and Chopper’s eyes had gone wide, frozen and gaping at Sanji’s outburst. Both had almost really fallen over the
rail again, if not for Luffy’s outstretched hand—the
only physical reaction the mugiwara captain had—as he
silently watched the cook and swordsman, an unreadable expression on his face.
Robin merely had an amused smile on her lips, while Nami’s stare slowly shifted to Zoro,
her mind screaming at her for not buying that videocam
at the last island they stopped at.
Zoro froze as he was about to
stand. His eyes dark, his face betraying nothing as the blonde cook seethed and
struggled to catch his breath at the same time, finger still jabbed—slightly
shaking—at the swordsman’s direction.
The green-haired swordsman slowly stood, his eyes avoiding
the cook, and walked past Sanji. (Nami
had held her breath then.)
The blonde cook had let his arm fall to his side, blonde
bangs falling to hide his eyes.
“Oi.”
A pale hand grabbed the swordsman’s arm.
“Don’t think I’ll let you get out of this that easily.”
For the first time since the cook’s outburst Zoro lifted his head and turned to face Sanji,
looking at him straight.
“Who said I was?”
It was more a statement than a question, and Sanji was caught off guard by the blunt answer. The cook
was so surprised at the unexpected calm and absoluteness of tone in Zoro’s voice that the swordsman had easily pulled his arm
from his slackened grip and was walking away.
Deep down, the blonde cook knew Zoro’s
answer was definitely not meant as a challenge. Suddenly realizing that in the
two weeks that had passed, the swordsman didn’t really avoid him—that is was him
who had avoided Zoro.
The realization rattled him. Prompted him to think about
what he was doing, why he had been so affected—what he wanted out of this whole
mess.
But he didn’t want to think.
He was tired of thinking—had enough of the sleepless nights,
the nagging flashbacks, the feelings he couldn’t quite place. And after all,
thinking didn’t really get him anywhere in the past two weeks. I mean, that’s
why he had stomped off to confront the shitty bastard, right?
So Sanji did what he knew best,
and let his instinct do the thinking as he aimed a kick at Zoro’s
head.
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[1] 「なんだクソコック」--
(read: nanda kuso cook) --
it sounds sooooo lame in english!!!
ARGHH!!! ::frustrates:: (yes, that is a word. don't argue. ::frustrates some
more::)
neko:
Hmm…Sanji is using the word ‘fuck’ too much, isn’t he::swtdrp::
Zoro: ::taking
out ear plugs:: and he’s screaming like a girl too much.
Sanji:
::indignant:: I DO NOT SCREAM LIKE A GIRL FUCKING MARIMO!! ::kicks::
Zoro: ::dodges
& puts ear plugs back on::
Sanji: ::fumes::
KUSO MARIMO!!! ::charges::
neko: ::swtdrop:: ::leaves them to fight::
::sigh:: it feels so ooc… ::crywail:: I’m soooo soooooorrryyyyy minnaaaaa--
::wail::
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