Cook and Swordsman
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,993
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Free Marimo!
“You shitty marines better let the damn swordsman go.”
A few marines pulled guns but the man in charge confidently pushed his way forward to the blond cook.
“And who the fuck are you to make demands?”
Sanji sighed and lit a cigarette. Not recognized, AGAIN.
“The negotiator. The strawhats are willing to deal for the idiot bastards release.”
“Oh. Well, let’s discuss this in my office.”
The cook walked easily next to the man, not missing the knowing glances and leers.
“Do you know what it would take me too look the other way, this one time?”
The cook blew the smoke out slowly as he watched the other mans eyes roam over his body.
“I think we can come to an agreement.”
In the privacy of his office negotiations would REALLY begin.
In the cell down the hall, the den den mushi rang.
Zoro watched his guard excitedly laughed back into the phone. When he hung up he chuckled the swordsman’s way.
“Looks like your blond negotiator is getting on his hands and knees to arrange for your release…not that it would matter, we’ll just recapture you again. ”
Blond Negotiator? Fucking A! That idiot cook had better not be doing any such thing for him.
Sanji walked in minute later swinging the keys idly around a finger, cigarette still in his mouth.
The guard looked surprised at his arrival.
“That was fast!”
Sanji smirked as he tossed the marimo the cell keys.
“What can I say? I’m THAT good.” But his black boot had already connected to the mans groin in a painful kick that probably distracted the guard from understanding the blonds words, instead rolling on the ground in pain.
Zoro stepped out of the cell with the keys…he didn’t want to ask but had too.
“Oi, cook…what did you do to get these?”
“Same thing as with this guy but imagine a man other than you foolish enough to drop his pants in front of me.”
Zoro felt sorry for the marine that had the misfortune of propositioning the cook.
Sorry he couldn’t have disemboweled the guy himself. The blond was HIS.
A few marines pulled guns but the man in charge confidently pushed his way forward to the blond cook.
“And who the fuck are you to make demands?”
Sanji sighed and lit a cigarette. Not recognized, AGAIN.
“The negotiator. The strawhats are willing to deal for the idiot bastards release.”
“Oh. Well, let’s discuss this in my office.”
The cook walked easily next to the man, not missing the knowing glances and leers.
“Do you know what it would take me too look the other way, this one time?”
The cook blew the smoke out slowly as he watched the other mans eyes roam over his body.
“I think we can come to an agreement.”
In the privacy of his office negotiations would REALLY begin.
In the cell down the hall, the den den mushi rang.
Zoro watched his guard excitedly laughed back into the phone. When he hung up he chuckled the swordsman’s way.
“Looks like your blond negotiator is getting on his hands and knees to arrange for your release…not that it would matter, we’ll just recapture you again. ”
Blond Negotiator? Fucking A! That idiot cook had better not be doing any such thing for him.
Sanji walked in minute later swinging the keys idly around a finger, cigarette still in his mouth.
The guard looked surprised at his arrival.
“That was fast!”
Sanji smirked as he tossed the marimo the cell keys.
“What can I say? I’m THAT good.” But his black boot had already connected to the mans groin in a painful kick that probably distracted the guard from understanding the blonds words, instead rolling on the ground in pain.
Zoro stepped out of the cell with the keys…he didn’t want to ask but had too.
“Oi, cook…what did you do to get these?”
“Same thing as with this guy but imagine a man other than you foolish enough to drop his pants in front of me.”
Zoro felt sorry for the marine that had the misfortune of propositioning the cook.
Sorry he couldn’t have disemboweled the guy himself. The blond was HIS.