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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,729
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Scythes
Scythes
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Slightly OOC, sort-of gen but sort-of SanjixZoro. You can take it however you like.
Disclaimer: One Piece isn’t mine. It’s Oda’s, and he’d better damn finish it or else!
Rating: G
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Sanji had never liked swords.
Their only purpose was to harm and kill, and he hated that. The way Zoro used them was as if he was granting death upon anyone who even came close to him, the curved blades reminding the blonde almost painfully of scythes. Not that he was opposed to death in particular – he spend hours and hours around dead things after all – but to see something with such a base purpose pissed him off. They were weapons, nothing more, and he could not see how someone could be as obsessed with them as the swordsman was.
Yet every time they were in battle and Zoro beat down an enemy, he could not have said he wasn’t grateful for them. Time and time again, the swordsman would help to protect the things that Sanji was quickly holding dear, and he was startled to find he was coming to admire them. The way he perceived them seemed to change too; as the more he saw a sword in Zoro’s hand – or mouth – he found them comforting, as a source of protection. He almost felt safe.
And now he couldn’t say he would have changed them for the world.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Slightly OOC, sort-of gen but sort-of SanjixZoro. You can take it however you like.
Disclaimer: One Piece isn’t mine. It’s Oda’s, and he’d better damn finish it or else!
Rating: G
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Sanji had never liked swords.
Their only purpose was to harm and kill, and he hated that. The way Zoro used them was as if he was granting death upon anyone who even came close to him, the curved blades reminding the blonde almost painfully of scythes. Not that he was opposed to death in particular – he spend hours and hours around dead things after all – but to see something with such a base purpose pissed him off. They were weapons, nothing more, and he could not see how someone could be as obsessed with them as the swordsman was.
Yet every time they were in battle and Zoro beat down an enemy, he could not have said he wasn’t grateful for them. Time and time again, the swordsman would help to protect the things that Sanji was quickly holding dear, and he was startled to find he was coming to admire them. The way he perceived them seemed to change too; as the more he saw a sword in Zoro’s hand – or mouth – he found them comforting, as a source of protection. He almost felt safe.
And now he couldn’t say he would have changed them for the world.