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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,683
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Baratie
Baratie
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji yaoi undertones, though feel free to interpret as friendship by all means.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece yadda yadda.
Rating: G
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There were two things he had gained from their trip to the Baratie; his scar and Sanji.
One was a constant annoyance that aggravated him on a daily basis no matter how he moved, and the other was a wound that cut deep into his chest. He didn’t even know what he did to piss off the cook so much, but Sanji would always come stomping over, challenging him with even just one glance. The damn cook acted like Zoro’s mere presence was some sort of hindrance or danger to his well-being, or rather like a new male lion trying to square off against the alpha male.
Which was stupid, because everyone on the damn ship knew that Luffy was the guy in charge, so why did it have to be Zoro? If the shithead hated being second-best, it would make sense to take out the boss before anything else… At least, that was how Zoro felt about it. Whenever he’d had to beat groups of pirates for money, he usually went for the Captain first, as the crew would do his bidding if he won.
In any case, neither of the things that damned sea restaurant had given him were any good. The scar – whilst proof of his battle and a motivation to go further – only managed to make things more difficult for him as he went about his day, and Sanji… Well, there was a lot to say about that idiot.
There was only one decent thing about him, Zoro thought. And that was his cooking. It was infinitely better than the things Luffy had conjured, and his own messy attempts. Usopp hadn’t been too bad, but he only knew a small range of things that they quickly became bored of. And all this was why the rest of the crew had warmed up to him so easily. The guy could cook. Nami was happy with it too, so he just put up with all of the guy’s crap, though all he really wanted to do with cut the guy’s pretty head off.
Because, dammit, no one should be that annoying!
But when the cook did things like help him clean off and change his bandages, there was little that he could criticise. The touch Sanji used was gentle but firm, and the smirk on his face as he did it was…almost pleasant.
He still hated him though.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji yaoi undertones, though feel free to interpret as friendship by all means.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece yadda yadda.
Rating: G
--
There were two things he had gained from their trip to the Baratie; his scar and Sanji.
One was a constant annoyance that aggravated him on a daily basis no matter how he moved, and the other was a wound that cut deep into his chest. He didn’t even know what he did to piss off the cook so much, but Sanji would always come stomping over, challenging him with even just one glance. The damn cook acted like Zoro’s mere presence was some sort of hindrance or danger to his well-being, or rather like a new male lion trying to square off against the alpha male.
Which was stupid, because everyone on the damn ship knew that Luffy was the guy in charge, so why did it have to be Zoro? If the shithead hated being second-best, it would make sense to take out the boss before anything else… At least, that was how Zoro felt about it. Whenever he’d had to beat groups of pirates for money, he usually went for the Captain first, as the crew would do his bidding if he won.
In any case, neither of the things that damned sea restaurant had given him were any good. The scar – whilst proof of his battle and a motivation to go further – only managed to make things more difficult for him as he went about his day, and Sanji… Well, there was a lot to say about that idiot.
There was only one decent thing about him, Zoro thought. And that was his cooking. It was infinitely better than the things Luffy had conjured, and his own messy attempts. Usopp hadn’t been too bad, but he only knew a small range of things that they quickly became bored of. And all this was why the rest of the crew had warmed up to him so easily. The guy could cook. Nami was happy with it too, so he just put up with all of the guy’s crap, though all he really wanted to do with cut the guy’s pretty head off.
Because, dammit, no one should be that annoying!
But when the cook did things like help him clean off and change his bandages, there was little that he could criticise. The touch Sanji used was gentle but firm, and the smirk on his face as he did it was…almost pleasant.
He still hated him though.