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kakairupowns) wrote2009-01-11 11:17 pm
kakairupowns) wrote2009-01-11 11:17 pm
A little tidbit…
Hey flist! Just found a few minutes to pop in and say hi! *waves madly, like a very obvious tourist*
Anyway, here's another snippet from me! XD
Title: Of Weddings… and Funerals
Author: Me
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: I give you ONE guess. Seriously. If it takes you more than one, you need to get to know me better xP
Word Count: 580
Disclaimer: Not mine. These wonderful characters belong to Eiichiro Oda©
Warnings: None, really. My bad attempt at humor.
Summary: The girls jump an unsuspecting Sanji, who then contemplates suicide.
Sanji was ready to kill himself. He resisted the urge, and restrained himself to simply allowing his head to fall down onto the thick wood table with a solid ‘thunk’.
At the sound, the other occupants of the galley looked up at him, seemingly surprised at his reaction.
“Sanji-kun?” Nami questioned, glancing curiously at him from the end of the table. “Something wrong?”
Lifting his head was a huge effort, and something that, in other circumstances, he mightn’t have done at all. However… “No, not at all, Nami-san.” His geniality was seriously strained today, however. “Why do you ask?”
Nami and Robin shared a dubious look, before Robin answered for her nakama. “Well, Sanji-san, normally you’re not one of the crew who tend toward self-harm. Is there something on your mind?” Her melodic voice rang across the cabin, and instead of his usual ecstatic reaction it just made him want to slam his head back down again. Harder. As many times as was necessary in hopes of causing brain damage so that the last hour and a half wouldn’t have occurred. How many times would it take?
Groaning, he let gravity do it’s work, again. Thud. Muffled moan. Again. Thud. Again.
Thudthudthudthudthudthud!
The girls, it seemed, were back to ignoring him. Quiet giggling could be heard from the other end of the galley, and Sanji, defeated, rested his forehead against the cool wood, heaving a deep sigh and closing his eyes. Why was he so… depressed, you ask? Oh, no reason. Absolutely no reason at all. Unless, of course, you count high class torture on your list of reasons for depression. If having your only two women nakama trick you into getting locked into your own galley, pull out hidden crates of magazines, newspapers, and all other sorts of bits and pieces of advertising needed to discuss, at length, your upcoming wedding to your very male lover and then trot out any and all possible wedding ceremony ideas to you that make you want to curl up into a ball and pretend very very hard that the youngest member of your crew isn’t sitting right outside the door in his human form, making it impossible for you to escape, doesn’t count as a reason, then of course Sanji doesn’t have a reason for his depression.
Oy.
Shaking his head madly back and forth, he slammed his hands up over his ears and squinched his eyes shut tight. They did not just mention a dress, nor the possibility of having one that complimented his eyes.
No way. Not in a million years.
The only thing that could possibly make this even worse, would be –
Faintly, from outside the galley door, Sanji could hear Zoro’s distinct rumble and Chopper’s quiet, high-pitched reply.
Oh, shit.
– that. Whipping around at the sound of the door opening, Sanji’s wild eyes met Zoro’s calming green. The swordsman had one eyebrow cocked curiously, looking between Sanji and the women, back to Sanji, then back to the mound of ‘reference material’ piled impossibly high on the tabletop.
“We’re docked.” Was all he said, before spinning on his heel and pacing across the deck, presumably to head into port. Gaping after him, Sanji sat in stunned anger. How dare that irrepressible lump just up and leave him stranded in the lion’s den, while he went out to drink himself into a stupor?
That’s it. Zoro was so dead.
… As soon as Sanji escaped, of course.
Anyway, here's another snippet from me! XD
Title: Of Weddings… and Funerals
Author: Me
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: I give you ONE guess. Seriously. If it takes you more than one, you need to get to know me better xP
Word Count: 580
Disclaimer: Not mine. These wonderful characters belong to Eiichiro Oda©
Warnings: None, really. My bad attempt at humor.
Summary: The girls jump an unsuspecting Sanji, who then contemplates suicide.
Sanji was ready to kill himself. He resisted the urge, and restrained himself to simply allowing his head to fall down onto the thick wood table with a solid ‘thunk’.
At the sound, the other occupants of the galley looked up at him, seemingly surprised at his reaction.
“Sanji-kun?” Nami questioned, glancing curiously at him from the end of the table. “Something wrong?”
Lifting his head was a huge effort, and something that, in other circumstances, he mightn’t have done at all. However… “No, not at all, Nami-san.” His geniality was seriously strained today, however. “Why do you ask?”
Nami and Robin shared a dubious look, before Robin answered for her nakama. “Well, Sanji-san, normally you’re not one of the crew who tend toward self-harm. Is there something on your mind?” Her melodic voice rang across the cabin, and instead of his usual ecstatic reaction it just made him want to slam his head back down again. Harder. As many times as was necessary in hopes of causing brain damage so that the last hour and a half wouldn’t have occurred. How many times would it take?
Groaning, he let gravity do it’s work, again. Thud. Muffled moan. Again. Thud. Again.
Thudthudthudthudthudthud!
The girls, it seemed, were back to ignoring him. Quiet giggling could be heard from the other end of the galley, and Sanji, defeated, rested his forehead against the cool wood, heaving a deep sigh and closing his eyes. Why was he so… depressed, you ask? Oh, no reason. Absolutely no reason at all. Unless, of course, you count high class torture on your list of reasons for depression. If having your only two women nakama trick you into getting locked into your own galley, pull out hidden crates of magazines, newspapers, and all other sorts of bits and pieces of advertising needed to discuss, at length, your upcoming wedding to your very male lover and then trot out any and all possible wedding ceremony ideas to you that make you want to curl up into a ball and pretend very very hard that the youngest member of your crew isn’t sitting right outside the door in his human form, making it impossible for you to escape, doesn’t count as a reason, then of course Sanji doesn’t have a reason for his depression.
Oy.
Shaking his head madly back and forth, he slammed his hands up over his ears and squinched his eyes shut tight. They did not just mention a dress, nor the possibility of having one that complimented his eyes.
No way. Not in a million years.
The only thing that could possibly make this even worse, would be –
Faintly, from outside the galley door, Sanji could hear Zoro’s distinct rumble and Chopper’s quiet, high-pitched reply.
Oh, shit.
– that. Whipping around at the sound of the door opening, Sanji’s wild eyes met Zoro’s calming green. The swordsman had one eyebrow cocked curiously, looking between Sanji and the women, back to Sanji, then back to the mound of ‘reference material’ piled impossibly high on the tabletop.
“We’re docked.” Was all he said, before spinning on his heel and pacing across the deck, presumably to head into port. Gaping after him, Sanji sat in stunned anger. How dare that irrepressible lump just up and leave him stranded in the lion’s den, while he went out to drink himself into a stupor?
That’s it. Zoro was so dead.
… As soon as Sanji escaped, of course.