Hey, what do you know. I wrote something.
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chibi_trillianInsufficient slashiness for crosspostery, though.
Title: Footsteps
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A bit of vaguely ZoSan almost kind-of fluff written for Metta-chan. Even the bestest swordsman evar occasionally has a serious accident while fighting. Points to anyone who spots the crossover reference. :D
“Now, hold still, Zoro…there.” Zoro hated this.
“You’re sure…?” This helpless, horrible feeling.
“Your vision should be fine.” Chopper’s voice was cheery, and Zoro could hear him smiling. “Your eyes just need time to heal, and that’s what the bandages are for.” He also knew Chopper was fully capable of out-bullshitting Usopp to keep a patient from panicking or hurting themselves.
“I’m going to go put the rest of these bandages away. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” Small hooves clicked on wood, and then it was quiet, and Zoro was alone in the dark.
He’d be fine, of course, even if his vision never returned. One heard about blind swordsmen all the time, and he’d actually met one once. The old man had been incredible, beyond belief, capable of tracking an enemy’s movements by the sound of their heart (or so he had claimed). The best blind swordsman in the world.
But not the best, period. He needed his eyes to beat Hawkeye.
Hell, what if Mihawk refused to fight him because he was blind?
His fingers groped out, skimming the floorboards, searching for his swords. Where? He’d had them up until he’d been led in here, an unlucky collateral victim of a backfiring rifle (the Marine holding it had died instantly), up until they’d been eased out of his hands and the dark red haze of his universe had turned black with whatever Chopper had given him.
His hand closed on Wadou’s familiar hilt. Had she been cleaned? Had someone taken care of her? He drew her and ran his fingers lightly across her blade.
The door to the storeroom opened, footsteps thumped on the wood. Not the quick tapping of Chopper’s hooves. Not the click-click of women’s shoes. Not the lazy slap of sandals. Too crisp to be Usopp’s heavy boots…
“ASSHOLE! You’re going to cut your goddamn fingers off!”
Zoro smiled despite himself. “Not likely, shitty chef. What the hell do you want?”
A pause, and the smell of cigarette smoke tickled his nose.
“Came down to get you for dinner. Chopper said it was okay.”
“Thanks, Nurse Sanji-chan, but I think I can find the galley all right.” Zoro resheathed Wadou, reached out and picked up the other two blades, and stood…only to realize he had no idea where the door was.
Sanji snorted. “Fine, marimo. See if I care about your blind ass.” Sanji’s shoes thumped angrily away. Footsteps…Zoro could follow them. He took a few unsteady steps, but Sanji was walking quickly.
“Oi. Wait up, dartboard-brow.”
The footsteps stopped, and so did Zoro. Where…?
“Fine, idiot. Your horrible face had better not spoil my ladies’ appetites, though.” Zoro swore he heard a smile there too, but Sanji never smiled at him. Ever.
Sanji’s steps were firm and deliberate, almost like he knew what Zoro was doing. Zoro shrugged to himself, and carefully followed those footsteps through the dark.
Title: Footsteps
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A bit of vaguely ZoSan almost kind-of fluff written for Metta-chan. Even the bestest swordsman evar occasionally has a serious accident while fighting. Points to anyone who spots the crossover reference. :D
“Now, hold still, Zoro…there.” Zoro hated this.
“You’re sure…?” This helpless, horrible feeling.
“Your vision should be fine.” Chopper’s voice was cheery, and Zoro could hear him smiling. “Your eyes just need time to heal, and that’s what the bandages are for.” He also knew Chopper was fully capable of out-bullshitting Usopp to keep a patient from panicking or hurting themselves.
“I’m going to go put the rest of these bandages away. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” Small hooves clicked on wood, and then it was quiet, and Zoro was alone in the dark.
He’d be fine, of course, even if his vision never returned. One heard about blind swordsmen all the time, and he’d actually met one once. The old man had been incredible, beyond belief, capable of tracking an enemy’s movements by the sound of their heart (or so he had claimed). The best blind swordsman in the world.
But not the best, period. He needed his eyes to beat Hawkeye.
Hell, what if Mihawk refused to fight him because he was blind?
His fingers groped out, skimming the floorboards, searching for his swords. Where? He’d had them up until he’d been led in here, an unlucky collateral victim of a backfiring rifle (the Marine holding it had died instantly), up until they’d been eased out of his hands and the dark red haze of his universe had turned black with whatever Chopper had given him.
His hand closed on Wadou’s familiar hilt. Had she been cleaned? Had someone taken care of her? He drew her and ran his fingers lightly across her blade.
The door to the storeroom opened, footsteps thumped on the wood. Not the quick tapping of Chopper’s hooves. Not the click-click of women’s shoes. Not the lazy slap of sandals. Too crisp to be Usopp’s heavy boots…
“ASSHOLE! You’re going to cut your goddamn fingers off!”
Zoro smiled despite himself. “Not likely, shitty chef. What the hell do you want?”
A pause, and the smell of cigarette smoke tickled his nose.
“Came down to get you for dinner. Chopper said it was okay.”
“Thanks, Nurse Sanji-chan, but I think I can find the galley all right.” Zoro resheathed Wadou, reached out and picked up the other two blades, and stood…only to realize he had no idea where the door was.
Sanji snorted. “Fine, marimo. See if I care about your blind ass.” Sanji’s shoes thumped angrily away. Footsteps…Zoro could follow them. He took a few unsteady steps, but Sanji was walking quickly.
“Oi. Wait up, dartboard-brow.”
The footsteps stopped, and so did Zoro. Where…?
“Fine, idiot. Your horrible face had better not spoil my ladies’ appetites, though.” Zoro swore he heard a smile there too, but Sanji never smiled at him. Ever.
Sanji’s steps were firm and deliberate, almost like he knew what Zoro was doing. Zoro shrugged to himself, and carefully followed those footsteps through the dark.
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Date: 2006-11-25 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-25 04:00 am (UTC)Damn, I loved that movie. XD
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Date: 2006-11-25 03:40 am (UTC)Awww...that's so sweet. Even though there's still the delicious portion of denial I love so much about them.
"Nurse Sanji-chan"
"Hell, what if Mihawk refused to fight him because he was blind?"
*cackles*
(I couldn't figure out the crossover ;_; haven't seen that much manga/anime...*dies*)
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Date: 2006-11-25 03:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-25 05:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-25 03:56 am (UTC)As for the crossover...Usui from Rurouni Kenshin?
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Date: 2006-11-25 06:24 am (UTC)In his case, I think it would drastically improve. XD
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Date: 2006-11-25 06:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-25 02:25 pm (UTC)I... I have no idea if I've seen Zatoichi, I pretty much fail at remembering titles, but it also reminds me of that guy 3rd part of matrix, where Neo had that rag around his constantly-covered-in-fresh-blood face... it was weird, but hes aw LIGHTS. And Zoro would manage agaist Mihawk that way too. :D
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Date: 2006-11-25 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-25 08:36 pm (UTC)>3 What if Sanji tried to use this opprotunity to top Zoro?