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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,746
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Kick In The Head
Kick In The Head
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, masochism(to a point), yaoi, maybe OOC.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, else we’d be following the Sanji arc of the manga right now.
Rating: PG
For 58: Kick in the head of the 100 themes challenge.
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The only thing Zoro knew about love was that it was very much like a kick in the head.
Now, whether that was to do with the fact that his partner was Sanji, or whether the emotion was just like that in general, he had no idea. He’d never been in love before, and he’d never even wanted to either! As far as he was concerned, being ‘in love’ was some dopey girly thing that only wussy guys and clingy women did, but then he had met the cook and that philosophy had quickly flown out the window. Unless he was now a wuss, which he didn’t think was the case. If anything, he’d gotten stronger from his time with the cook.
He wasn’t even quite sure how the whole thing had come about, but now he could barely spend a few hours without seeing Sanji before he’d get agitated. He wanted to always know where he was, what he was doing… He supposed he was the possessive type. That, or the stalker type; either was viable for his current behaviour.
He’d taken to watching Sanji cook meals now. Sitting on the couches, he’d watch every movement of the blonde’s body with scrutiny that bordered on obsession. And he knew that, yet it didn’t stop him from doing it. Which definitely should have bothered him more, but unfortunately had no effect. Of course, the stalking did effect the cook, who would often turn around and start yelling at him to go away, whilst Zoro would adamantly demand a reason for why he was being kicked out and refuse to budge.
And that was without mentioning the fact that they fought like mad animals almost every day. Swords would be drawn, shoes would crash into faces (mostly his), and they would shout and squabble as if their lives depended upon it. It seemed that at least five times a day, he would taste Sanji’s heel as it smacked into him, and it bothered him less and less as time went on. In fact, he’d begun to welcome it; starting to piss off Sanji on purpose just to feel the leather on his skin and pain in his cheek with the occasional taste of blood on his tongue.
But that’s who he was – and that was who Sanji was too. They had to fight.
Yes; a kick in the head sounded perfect.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, masochism(to a point), yaoi, maybe OOC.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, else we’d be following the Sanji arc of the manga right now.
Rating: PG
For 58: Kick in the head of the 100 themes challenge.
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The only thing Zoro knew about love was that it was very much like a kick in the head.
Now, whether that was to do with the fact that his partner was Sanji, or whether the emotion was just like that in general, he had no idea. He’d never been in love before, and he’d never even wanted to either! As far as he was concerned, being ‘in love’ was some dopey girly thing that only wussy guys and clingy women did, but then he had met the cook and that philosophy had quickly flown out the window. Unless he was now a wuss, which he didn’t think was the case. If anything, he’d gotten stronger from his time with the cook.
He wasn’t even quite sure how the whole thing had come about, but now he could barely spend a few hours without seeing Sanji before he’d get agitated. He wanted to always know where he was, what he was doing… He supposed he was the possessive type. That, or the stalker type; either was viable for his current behaviour.
He’d taken to watching Sanji cook meals now. Sitting on the couches, he’d watch every movement of the blonde’s body with scrutiny that bordered on obsession. And he knew that, yet it didn’t stop him from doing it. Which definitely should have bothered him more, but unfortunately had no effect. Of course, the stalking did effect the cook, who would often turn around and start yelling at him to go away, whilst Zoro would adamantly demand a reason for why he was being kicked out and refuse to budge.
And that was without mentioning the fact that they fought like mad animals almost every day. Swords would be drawn, shoes would crash into faces (mostly his), and they would shout and squabble as if their lives depended upon it. It seemed that at least five times a day, he would taste Sanji’s heel as it smacked into him, and it bothered him less and less as time went on. In fact, he’d begun to welcome it; starting to piss off Sanji on purpose just to feel the leather on his skin and pain in his cheek with the occasional taste of blood on his tongue.
But that’s who he was – and that was who Sanji was too. They had to fight.
Yes; a kick in the head sounded perfect.