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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,035
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
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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.
Miru
Hot to Go
Summary: A man falls for another, but is this just a one sided infatuation?
Disclaimer: I haven’t sailed the Grand Line, so there’s no way I could own One Piece.
Warning: None for now
Author’s Note: This is my first One Piece fic! *cheers* I think what I really want to do is a fic praising Buggy Senshou for his honor and hilarity…^w^ Of course, Buggy Senshou is so much better in Japanese…
Miru
“It’s so hot out here…” the red head mentioned, fanning herself. “I can’t wait till we get to the next port town. I’m almost out of sun tan lotion.”
Almost immediately, a tray was offered on bended knee, a drink perched near the edge.
“For you, Nami-san!”
The woman smiled and took the drink, squeeing a little. “Thank you Sanji-kun!”
Just as she said it, two shadows stretched over them, both grinning widely.
“Ooo Drinks!”
The blonde’s eyebrow twitched. “Yours is in the kitchen!”
Luffy gave a whoop and shoved Usopp out of the way, the sharp shooter grabbing the back of the Captain’s shirt to over take him as they both tried to squeeze through the door at once. Sanji observed this and shook his head, standing near Nami idly as she sipped at her leisure. Coming up from the lower deck, Zoro appeared, shirtless and sweating in the noon day sun.
“I could use a break…” he said to no one, balancing the weights over his shoulder.
He walked past the two, Nami absorbed in her paper, Sanji watching the green haired warrior, cigarette going slack in his lips.
Sanji swallowed and watched the man until he disappeared into the cabin, his heart thumping. He shook his head and looked over to Nami, the woman’s drink finished.
“Are you finished, Nami-san?”
The woman waved him away and he retreated, fond smile on his face. He approached the cabin then stopped, puzzled as to why his heart had begun to beat so hard again. He shrugged and went inside.
“How do you jack asses like the drinks…”
“GREAT!” Usopp and Luffy announced, toasting glasses.
However, Sanji was barely paying attention as he watched Zoro drink out of a wine bottle.
It was all in slow motion as he watched the man’s throat work up and down as he swallowed smoothly, weights still balanced on his shoulder, the sheen of sweat cooling in the enclosed space.
He blinked once, recognizing the label and again as reality hit him. Before he could stop himself, he kicked out, catching the man in the back of the head and snatched the bottle from him.
“You stupid fuck! That’s my cooking wine!”
Zoro dropped the weights and gripped the back of his head, a stream of curses flowing from his mouth. Luffy laughed and Usopp colored, shaking his head.
“As brave Captain of this ship I can’t allow that sort of language Zoro! That’s an order from me! Captain Usopp!”
Luffy laughed again and poked Usopp’s nose. “If you’re so brave, how come you ran while fighting Arlong?”
Usopp looked offended. “I left it to you so you could prove yourself as one of my nakama…”
Mean while, Zoro and Sanji were engaged in a verbal battle that was quickly escalating.
“We’re no where near port and you’re wasting all my fucking supplies! I’ll kick the teeth outta your fuckin’ head you shitty Samurai!”
“Says you you worthless Lovecook!” He flexed and pointed at Sanji. “You’d better back off if you want to live another day!”
Sanji didn’t say another word, he just moved. The kick was perfectly aimed and would have hit if a hand hadn’t gripped his ankle. He looked over to a smiling Luffy who was shaking his finger, his other arm around Usopp’s neck as he had the youth in a playful head lock.
“We shouldn’t fight you know. You can cook without wine. Zoro, apologize!”
The green haired man spit on the floor and shoved Sanji out of the way, leaving and slamming the door. Luffy let go of Sanji and shrugged.
“Guess he’s angry. He’ll calm down –Eh?!”
Usopp had managed to twist around and lock his legs around Luffy’s neck.
“Who’s got who! Ha ha!”
Luffy scratched his head and gave a wider grin. “Gomu gomu no…”
Usopp’s eyes widened and he panicked. “No fair you’re using your powers on me!”
Sanji shoved the cork back in the bottle. “GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN WITH THAT SHIT!”
Both young men froze and left quickly, realizing just how upset the cook was. When they were gone, Sanji put the wine back in the rack, muttering about that damn samurai.
He opened a small book and flipped through it, his mind going over the ingredients they had available.
Fuck…looks like fish all next week then. Knowing how Luffy eats I’ll probably run out of everything tonight…
He sighed and began taking out pots and pans. If he started now, he’d be finished before sundown when he knew the Straw Hat captain would want to eat.
Out on the rear deck, Zoro leaned against the railing, looking out to sea.
Shitty cook. I just wanted some fuckin’ wine! If Luffy’d just get some fuckin’ sake more often, I wouldn’t have to drink that jackass’s precious “wine”…wasn’t even good wine…
He walked over and sat against the cabin wall.
I’ll take a quick nap… He put his hands behind his head and crossed his feet. Fuckin’ blonds…if he weren’t so good looking he’d be nothing…
Sanji turned his head away and sneezed, continuing to stir the sauce.
Someone must be talkin’ about me…
He finished and stepped away from the stove, tapping ash from his cigarette and sitting on the table edge. He heard the door open and his eyebrow twitched.
“The food ain’t done! Fuck off!”
“Sanji?”
He spun, grinning. “Hai Nami-san?!”
“When will dinner be ready, I’m getting hungry!”
“Very soon!” he smiled, noticing for the first time how when he held it this long, his face hurt. The woman sighed and left and he relaxed, leaning against the table again.
“Hmmm Nami-san…” he thought of her long legs, the sun shining off of them as the woman tanned. He would often stand by the kitchen window and just watch, Zoro training in the background.
Zoro’s always training…he needs to learn to relax…although…after what I saw today, it’s definitely paying off…
He shook his head and went to check the sauce again. “Who cares about that ass right?”
His heart jumped. That ass…
He’d watched Zoro go into the kitchen today. Watched him walk all the way there and would have kept watching if he’d eaten some sort of devil fruit that gave him the power.
Everyday he watched Zoro tan –no, he watched Nami tan. He watched Nami tan while Zoro trained in the background. Sometimes he wondered about that scar. He’d seen the man go up against Mihawk, seen the slash that took him down, but he hadn’t known the scar was so long. So lickable –
“Fuck!” he jumped as he burned his thumb against the skillet. “Pay attention Sanji…that Old geezer would kick you right upside your head for something like this…”
He ran it under some water and got back tot eh food, laying out plates and setting the table. He took special care with Nami’s plate, making sure the presentation was just right.
The blond tossed his hair a bit, running his fingers through the golden wing that lay over his eyes the took a drag on his cigarette, knowing the peace that had been was about to be shattered.
He cleared his throat and said in a normal tone:
“Dinner’s ready.”
It didn’t matter if he whispered it. He knew for a fact that Luffy would hear it no matter where he was.
The door burst open and two limbs stretched in, followed by the red vested body of his captain, glee written all over his features. Usopp was a quick second, followed by Nami who clapped her hands in delight at the meal she sat down to.
“It’s so pretty!” she chimed.
Sanji bowed. “Thank you Nami-san!” He chimed back, grinning.
The door was just about to close again when Zoro entered, yawning and scratching his neck.
The blond watched, standing up again. He put his shirt back on…
They eyed each other and Zoro sat down, then looked at his food. Sanji smirked and leaned against the counter, picking up his own plate.
“This isn’t poisoned is it?”
Sanji nearly choked on his first bite. He put down his plate, stormed over to where Zoro was and snatched the plate up, setting it down in front of Luffy where it was promptly scarfed down.
Zoro looked like he’d been shot. “What the fuck!”
“Don’t you ever insinuate that I’d do that! Starve so that you’ll remember the lesson!”
The swordsman grumbled and looked to Usopp for pity and only found an eager boy stuffing his face. He shoved away from the table and stormed out again, Nami setting down her fork and wiping her mouth.
“You two have really been at each other today. What happened?”
Luffy licked a bone clean and eyed Usopp’s plate. “Zoro drank his wine. Usopp…”
The sharpshooter held his plate protectively. “You ate already!”
The straw hat let out a whine and put his chin in his hands. “Sanji…I’m hungry! Can I have some meat?”
“Wait till breakfast, geez. You keep eating like this and we’ll have no food for the next few days.”
The youth just whined again and laid his head on the table, watching Usopp finish his food. “Uso~pp…”
“Forget it Luffy!” the boy finished and licked his plate clean, winking. “Don’t forget about desert!”
The boy perked up. “DESERT! SANJI!”
The blond laughed and went for the fridge. “Yeah yeah…”
When everything was said and done, every serving of pudding the man had prepared was eaten. He’d made twelve servings, knowing Luffy would want more than everyone else and had prepared a special vanilla fudge pudding for Nami.
Ah, Nami-san…how was I supposed to know you didn’t like that combo…
The woman had waved it off immediately, trading it for Usopp’s plain chocolate, not realizing she’d hurt the love cook yet again.
He finished cleaning up and left the kitchen, reading to crash in his hammock.
Hopefully, that jackass is already asleep…
He went out on deck and froze as he saw Zoro. The swordsman was sitting on the railing, fishing pole in hand, watching the dark seas in sign of a bite.
The blond cursed under his breath and Zoro craned his neck around to see who it was. He rolled beryl green eyes and turned back to fishing.
Sanji growled. “Well fuck you too!”
“Shut the fuck up! I can get my own damn dinner anyway!”
“Hope you like raw fish ‘cause I’m locking the kitchen door!”
Zoro turned, scowling. “You bastard!”
“Ha!”
He didn’t know why, but the blond felt triumphed. He crossed his arms and headed for the stairs that’d take him to the lower deck and to the sleeping quarters. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zoro’s shoulders slump and heard him muttering something about how bothersome it was cleaning and eating raw fish.
He’s eaten raw fish before?
He looked over his shoulder and Zoro looked at him again, scowling.
Jackass… he thought, going into the cabin.
Blue eyes stared at the ceiling, no longer trying to count sheep or how many times Luffy mutter “meat” in his sleep. Zoro hadn’t come to bed yet and he knew why.
He was still trying to catch fish.
Shit shit shit…I know what it’s like to starve…why am I doing this…
He lay there a while longer, sitting up when he heard Usopp murmur about being a captain again.
Fuck this…
Zoro snapped awake again, his stomach giving a loud growl. He’d moved off the railing after nearly falling in and was now safely behind the rails, letting the waves tug gently at the line.
He yawned and stretched, popping his back. Maybe I should just try again tomorrow…
The pole bent and he grabbed it, reeling in what might be his last chance at dinner tonight. He pulled and pulled, hope welling up in his chest and then, the line snapped.
Zoro fell back on deck, cursing, running up to the rails and swearing black and blue.
He pounded the rail. “Fuck!”
“Shut ya trap…”
Zoro turned, a murderous gleam in his eyes when a plate was shoved under his nose with a sandwich on it. The green haired man clenched his fists and turned away.
“I don’t need your stupid sandwich, I’ll feed myself!”
Sanji sighed, taking the cigarette from his lips. “Look ya asshole, just eat it. I’m sorry alright, whatever.”
Zoro didn’t move and Sanji smirked, his eyes traveling downward.
Damn…
A throat cleared and Sanji looked up, his face turning an interesting shade of red.
“Can I help you?”
Sanji swallowed and held out the sandwich. “Yeah, eat the fuckin’ sandwich you stupid Samurai –”
“Wanna tell me why you were staring at my ass?!”
“Fuck you, I’m going to bed…” He put the plate in Zoro’s hand and walked away, storming towards the cabin door. He went in, but took a peek through the window before he disappeared completely. Zoro was sitting on deck, wolfing down the three layer sandwich like there was no tomorrow.
He smiled and walked away down the hall, noticing how even though he held it, his face didn’t hurt.
A door opened and Nami appeared, looking tired. “Sanji?”
“Hai Nami-san?” he said softly.
“What are you doing awake, is there a problem?”
“Just admiring the view…”
The red haired woman nodded sleepily and returned to her room, the cook strolling down the hall to return to his hammock.
Just admiring the view…
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*Ahh, this is my first One Piece fic. I don’t know how it will develop, but reviews or not, kind or not, I shall continue.
*Schwarzwald loves Buggy Senshou!
Summary: A man falls for another, but is this just a one sided infatuation?
Disclaimer: I haven’t sailed the Grand Line, so there’s no way I could own One Piece.
Warning: None for now
Author’s Note: This is my first One Piece fic! *cheers* I think what I really want to do is a fic praising Buggy Senshou for his honor and hilarity…^w^ Of course, Buggy Senshou is so much better in Japanese…
Miru
“It’s so hot out here…” the red head mentioned, fanning herself. “I can’t wait till we get to the next port town. I’m almost out of sun tan lotion.”
Almost immediately, a tray was offered on bended knee, a drink perched near the edge.
“For you, Nami-san!”
The woman smiled and took the drink, squeeing a little. “Thank you Sanji-kun!”
Just as she said it, two shadows stretched over them, both grinning widely.
“Ooo Drinks!”
The blonde’s eyebrow twitched. “Yours is in the kitchen!”
Luffy gave a whoop and shoved Usopp out of the way, the sharp shooter grabbing the back of the Captain’s shirt to over take him as they both tried to squeeze through the door at once. Sanji observed this and shook his head, standing near Nami idly as she sipped at her leisure. Coming up from the lower deck, Zoro appeared, shirtless and sweating in the noon day sun.
“I could use a break…” he said to no one, balancing the weights over his shoulder.
He walked past the two, Nami absorbed in her paper, Sanji watching the green haired warrior, cigarette going slack in his lips.
Sanji swallowed and watched the man until he disappeared into the cabin, his heart thumping. He shook his head and looked over to Nami, the woman’s drink finished.
“Are you finished, Nami-san?”
The woman waved him away and he retreated, fond smile on his face. He approached the cabin then stopped, puzzled as to why his heart had begun to beat so hard again. He shrugged and went inside.
“How do you jack asses like the drinks…”
“GREAT!” Usopp and Luffy announced, toasting glasses.
However, Sanji was barely paying attention as he watched Zoro drink out of a wine bottle.
It was all in slow motion as he watched the man’s throat work up and down as he swallowed smoothly, weights still balanced on his shoulder, the sheen of sweat cooling in the enclosed space.
He blinked once, recognizing the label and again as reality hit him. Before he could stop himself, he kicked out, catching the man in the back of the head and snatched the bottle from him.
“You stupid fuck! That’s my cooking wine!”
Zoro dropped the weights and gripped the back of his head, a stream of curses flowing from his mouth. Luffy laughed and Usopp colored, shaking his head.
“As brave Captain of this ship I can’t allow that sort of language Zoro! That’s an order from me! Captain Usopp!”
Luffy laughed again and poked Usopp’s nose. “If you’re so brave, how come you ran while fighting Arlong?”
Usopp looked offended. “I left it to you so you could prove yourself as one of my nakama…”
Mean while, Zoro and Sanji were engaged in a verbal battle that was quickly escalating.
“We’re no where near port and you’re wasting all my fucking supplies! I’ll kick the teeth outta your fuckin’ head you shitty Samurai!”
“Says you you worthless Lovecook!” He flexed and pointed at Sanji. “You’d better back off if you want to live another day!”
Sanji didn’t say another word, he just moved. The kick was perfectly aimed and would have hit if a hand hadn’t gripped his ankle. He looked over to a smiling Luffy who was shaking his finger, his other arm around Usopp’s neck as he had the youth in a playful head lock.
“We shouldn’t fight you know. You can cook without wine. Zoro, apologize!”
The green haired man spit on the floor and shoved Sanji out of the way, leaving and slamming the door. Luffy let go of Sanji and shrugged.
“Guess he’s angry. He’ll calm down –Eh?!”
Usopp had managed to twist around and lock his legs around Luffy’s neck.
“Who’s got who! Ha ha!”
Luffy scratched his head and gave a wider grin. “Gomu gomu no…”
Usopp’s eyes widened and he panicked. “No fair you’re using your powers on me!”
Sanji shoved the cork back in the bottle. “GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN WITH THAT SHIT!”
Both young men froze and left quickly, realizing just how upset the cook was. When they were gone, Sanji put the wine back in the rack, muttering about that damn samurai.
He opened a small book and flipped through it, his mind going over the ingredients they had available.
Fuck…looks like fish all next week then. Knowing how Luffy eats I’ll probably run out of everything tonight…
He sighed and began taking out pots and pans. If he started now, he’d be finished before sundown when he knew the Straw Hat captain would want to eat.
Out on the rear deck, Zoro leaned against the railing, looking out to sea.
Shitty cook. I just wanted some fuckin’ wine! If Luffy’d just get some fuckin’ sake more often, I wouldn’t have to drink that jackass’s precious “wine”…wasn’t even good wine…
He walked over and sat against the cabin wall.
I’ll take a quick nap… He put his hands behind his head and crossed his feet. Fuckin’ blonds…if he weren’t so good looking he’d be nothing…
Sanji turned his head away and sneezed, continuing to stir the sauce.
Someone must be talkin’ about me…
He finished and stepped away from the stove, tapping ash from his cigarette and sitting on the table edge. He heard the door open and his eyebrow twitched.
“The food ain’t done! Fuck off!”
“Sanji?”
He spun, grinning. “Hai Nami-san?!”
“When will dinner be ready, I’m getting hungry!”
“Very soon!” he smiled, noticing for the first time how when he held it this long, his face hurt. The woman sighed and left and he relaxed, leaning against the table again.
“Hmmm Nami-san…” he thought of her long legs, the sun shining off of them as the woman tanned. He would often stand by the kitchen window and just watch, Zoro training in the background.
Zoro’s always training…he needs to learn to relax…although…after what I saw today, it’s definitely paying off…
He shook his head and went to check the sauce again. “Who cares about that ass right?”
His heart jumped. That ass…
He’d watched Zoro go into the kitchen today. Watched him walk all the way there and would have kept watching if he’d eaten some sort of devil fruit that gave him the power.
Everyday he watched Zoro tan –no, he watched Nami tan. He watched Nami tan while Zoro trained in the background. Sometimes he wondered about that scar. He’d seen the man go up against Mihawk, seen the slash that took him down, but he hadn’t known the scar was so long. So lickable –
“Fuck!” he jumped as he burned his thumb against the skillet. “Pay attention Sanji…that Old geezer would kick you right upside your head for something like this…”
He ran it under some water and got back tot eh food, laying out plates and setting the table. He took special care with Nami’s plate, making sure the presentation was just right.
The blond tossed his hair a bit, running his fingers through the golden wing that lay over his eyes the took a drag on his cigarette, knowing the peace that had been was about to be shattered.
He cleared his throat and said in a normal tone:
“Dinner’s ready.”
It didn’t matter if he whispered it. He knew for a fact that Luffy would hear it no matter where he was.
The door burst open and two limbs stretched in, followed by the red vested body of his captain, glee written all over his features. Usopp was a quick second, followed by Nami who clapped her hands in delight at the meal she sat down to.
“It’s so pretty!” she chimed.
Sanji bowed. “Thank you Nami-san!” He chimed back, grinning.
The door was just about to close again when Zoro entered, yawning and scratching his neck.
The blond watched, standing up again. He put his shirt back on…
They eyed each other and Zoro sat down, then looked at his food. Sanji smirked and leaned against the counter, picking up his own plate.
“This isn’t poisoned is it?”
Sanji nearly choked on his first bite. He put down his plate, stormed over to where Zoro was and snatched the plate up, setting it down in front of Luffy where it was promptly scarfed down.
Zoro looked like he’d been shot. “What the fuck!”
“Don’t you ever insinuate that I’d do that! Starve so that you’ll remember the lesson!”
The swordsman grumbled and looked to Usopp for pity and only found an eager boy stuffing his face. He shoved away from the table and stormed out again, Nami setting down her fork and wiping her mouth.
“You two have really been at each other today. What happened?”
Luffy licked a bone clean and eyed Usopp’s plate. “Zoro drank his wine. Usopp…”
The sharpshooter held his plate protectively. “You ate already!”
The straw hat let out a whine and put his chin in his hands. “Sanji…I’m hungry! Can I have some meat?”
“Wait till breakfast, geez. You keep eating like this and we’ll have no food for the next few days.”
The youth just whined again and laid his head on the table, watching Usopp finish his food. “Uso~pp…”
“Forget it Luffy!” the boy finished and licked his plate clean, winking. “Don’t forget about desert!”
The boy perked up. “DESERT! SANJI!”
The blond laughed and went for the fridge. “Yeah yeah…”
When everything was said and done, every serving of pudding the man had prepared was eaten. He’d made twelve servings, knowing Luffy would want more than everyone else and had prepared a special vanilla fudge pudding for Nami.
Ah, Nami-san…how was I supposed to know you didn’t like that combo…
The woman had waved it off immediately, trading it for Usopp’s plain chocolate, not realizing she’d hurt the love cook yet again.
He finished cleaning up and left the kitchen, reading to crash in his hammock.
Hopefully, that jackass is already asleep…
He went out on deck and froze as he saw Zoro. The swordsman was sitting on the railing, fishing pole in hand, watching the dark seas in sign of a bite.
The blond cursed under his breath and Zoro craned his neck around to see who it was. He rolled beryl green eyes and turned back to fishing.
Sanji growled. “Well fuck you too!”
“Shut the fuck up! I can get my own damn dinner anyway!”
“Hope you like raw fish ‘cause I’m locking the kitchen door!”
Zoro turned, scowling. “You bastard!”
“Ha!”
He didn’t know why, but the blond felt triumphed. He crossed his arms and headed for the stairs that’d take him to the lower deck and to the sleeping quarters. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zoro’s shoulders slump and heard him muttering something about how bothersome it was cleaning and eating raw fish.
He’s eaten raw fish before?
He looked over his shoulder and Zoro looked at him again, scowling.
Jackass… he thought, going into the cabin.
Blue eyes stared at the ceiling, no longer trying to count sheep or how many times Luffy mutter “meat” in his sleep. Zoro hadn’t come to bed yet and he knew why.
He was still trying to catch fish.
Shit shit shit…I know what it’s like to starve…why am I doing this…
He lay there a while longer, sitting up when he heard Usopp murmur about being a captain again.
Fuck this…
Zoro snapped awake again, his stomach giving a loud growl. He’d moved off the railing after nearly falling in and was now safely behind the rails, letting the waves tug gently at the line.
He yawned and stretched, popping his back. Maybe I should just try again tomorrow…
The pole bent and he grabbed it, reeling in what might be his last chance at dinner tonight. He pulled and pulled, hope welling up in his chest and then, the line snapped.
Zoro fell back on deck, cursing, running up to the rails and swearing black and blue.
He pounded the rail. “Fuck!”
“Shut ya trap…”
Zoro turned, a murderous gleam in his eyes when a plate was shoved under his nose with a sandwich on it. The green haired man clenched his fists and turned away.
“I don’t need your stupid sandwich, I’ll feed myself!”
Sanji sighed, taking the cigarette from his lips. “Look ya asshole, just eat it. I’m sorry alright, whatever.”
Zoro didn’t move and Sanji smirked, his eyes traveling downward.
Damn…
A throat cleared and Sanji looked up, his face turning an interesting shade of red.
“Can I help you?”
Sanji swallowed and held out the sandwich. “Yeah, eat the fuckin’ sandwich you stupid Samurai –”
“Wanna tell me why you were staring at my ass?!”
“Fuck you, I’m going to bed…” He put the plate in Zoro’s hand and walked away, storming towards the cabin door. He went in, but took a peek through the window before he disappeared completely. Zoro was sitting on deck, wolfing down the three layer sandwich like there was no tomorrow.
He smiled and walked away down the hall, noticing how even though he held it, his face didn’t hurt.
A door opened and Nami appeared, looking tired. “Sanji?”
“Hai Nami-san?” he said softly.
“What are you doing awake, is there a problem?”
“Just admiring the view…”
The red haired woman nodded sleepily and returned to her room, the cook strolling down the hall to return to his hammock.
Just admiring the view…
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*Ahh, this is my first One Piece fic. I don’t know how it will develop, but reviews or not, kind or not, I shall continue.
*Schwarzwald loves Buggy Senshou!