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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,740
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.
Banana
Banana
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji; yaoi, sexual implications, attempted humour.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece…
Rating: PG
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Anyone else would have said his hair was ‘golden blonde’ or ‘honey-coloured’. But not Zoro. No, that shithead had to pick what was perhaps the least complimentary way to describe the shade, and Sanji had been infuriated for hours.
After kicking him in the face, he had stormed out of the galley and tugged his clothes back on properly. Soon after, he went back into the men’s quarters and went to bed, pulling his covers over his head moodily. When Zoro had nudged at his side, he’d just rolled over and ignored him, and after two more attempts the swordsman had given up and gone to bed too. And the bastard damn deserved it too.
The next morning when he had been preparing breakfast, Zoro had come in and tried to hug him from behind.
“Oi, cook…about last night…”
“Shut up.” Brandishing a knife at him – though he wasn’t sure whether it was a punishment to the swordsman or not – the blonde scowled. “I’m busy; fuck off.” Without a word of complaint, Zoro just sighed and left, shaking his head. If Sanji wasn’t going to listen, there was no point him staying, right?
However, when everyone came down to breakfast half an hour later, Zoro sat and stared at the item on his plate in agitation. The self-satisfied look on the cook’s face as he looked over was annoying, so he picked up and ate it without complaint, bowing his head before leaving. He’d take that as a warning never to do it again, though he felt fucking bad enough about it already. Yet as he went to lunch and found the same thing, he raised an eyebrow. Sanji’s point had gotten across already…
For dinner, it was the same thing too, and he lost his temper. He would never ever compare anything related to the cook to food ever again. Even if Sanji fucking asked him to. How the hell was he meant to think of anything else when he had Sanji pinned under him after a hard day’s work? Glancing up, he’d seen a flash of yellow and said the first word that came to mind; it wasn’t like he’d wanted to say that!
It had just been there, like some magical answer to his prayers. He couldn’t think like that anyway!
Dammit, he swore that if he ever saw another banana, he’d shove it up Sanji’s ass.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji; yaoi, sexual implications, attempted humour.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece…
Rating: PG
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Anyone else would have said his hair was ‘golden blonde’ or ‘honey-coloured’. But not Zoro. No, that shithead had to pick what was perhaps the least complimentary way to describe the shade, and Sanji had been infuriated for hours.
After kicking him in the face, he had stormed out of the galley and tugged his clothes back on properly. Soon after, he went back into the men’s quarters and went to bed, pulling his covers over his head moodily. When Zoro had nudged at his side, he’d just rolled over and ignored him, and after two more attempts the swordsman had given up and gone to bed too. And the bastard damn deserved it too.
The next morning when he had been preparing breakfast, Zoro had come in and tried to hug him from behind.
“Oi, cook…about last night…”
“Shut up.” Brandishing a knife at him – though he wasn’t sure whether it was a punishment to the swordsman or not – the blonde scowled. “I’m busy; fuck off.” Without a word of complaint, Zoro just sighed and left, shaking his head. If Sanji wasn’t going to listen, there was no point him staying, right?
However, when everyone came down to breakfast half an hour later, Zoro sat and stared at the item on his plate in agitation. The self-satisfied look on the cook’s face as he looked over was annoying, so he picked up and ate it without complaint, bowing his head before leaving. He’d take that as a warning never to do it again, though he felt fucking bad enough about it already. Yet as he went to lunch and found the same thing, he raised an eyebrow. Sanji’s point had gotten across already…
For dinner, it was the same thing too, and he lost his temper. He would never ever compare anything related to the cook to food ever again. Even if Sanji fucking asked him to. How the hell was he meant to think of anything else when he had Sanji pinned under him after a hard day’s work? Glancing up, he’d seen a flash of yellow and said the first word that came to mind; it wasn’t like he’d wanted to say that!
It had just been there, like some magical answer to his prayers. He couldn’t think like that anyway!
Dammit, he swore that if he ever saw another banana, he’d shove it up Sanji’s ass.