Yaaaaaaay erythrocytes!
Jan. 30th, 2007 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianTitle: Cruor
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for blood and gore.
Summary: HAPPY BIRFDAY KAJA. You get bloody Zoro fic from me, just like you're getting from everyone else. XD
Watch a droplet of blood rill up from punctured skin, oozing from the secret dark into the light. Watch it build for a moment, swelling steadily, before sliding down the back of a scarred hand. Watch it meander down to the tip of a sword-calloused finger, following gravity’s inexorable siren call until it can travel no farther.
Watch
It
Fall.
It strikes the water below and immediately transforms from a self-contained world of cells into a thin, gauzy veil, tracing the miniscule currents its impact caused.
If the drop had fallen into fresh water, it would have all be over in an instant. The tiny blood cells would have come under a merciless attack from General Osmosis and his endless army of water molecules until they swelled and burst, spewing their proteinaceous guts out into the water in a millisecond of microscopic carnage.
But the water the droplet hit was the salten water of the sea. Blood cells live and die in the private ocean within every living thing, but for humans, at least, that internal sea is modeled after the ancient brine of yore.
In other words, General Osmosis was still present and active. He just happened to draft all the water within the blood cells to his cause. The cells shrivel, their workings gumming up, locking down from lack of water until they die and leave a million miniature mummified corpses behind.
Up above, a blood-slick finger twitches with coming consciousness, and another drop begins to fall.
****
Zoro awoke with barbed wire digging into his skin and the outgoing tide dragging at his feet.
The Marine captain who had snagged him had done so by poison and subterfuge—a moment of sharp pain in his neck as he’d been wandering around trying to find the docks, a tiny tufted dart in his hand, the unforgivable realization that he hadn’t sensed it coming, and then darkness. But she and her crew apparently hadn’t been averse to making it look like the unconscious swordsman had fought back “a little.”
Like five broken ribs “a little.” Zoro spat coppery crimson into the water below and glared at the smug-looking woman who had apparently ordered him strung up with wire on a large wooden frame like some obscene meat puppet.
“Not such a demon now, are you?” Apparently, a predilection for blowguns and sneak attacks also came with the nigh-irresistible urge to gloat like a villain in one of Usopp’s cornier stories. “Your friends will come for you, we’ll be waiting, and your Hammer of a captain will be caught between my people and the ocean.”
Zoro coughed twice to get the blood out of his throat. “Che. Not even Luffy would be that dumb.”
“After the nice clear trail we left him, I’m willing to bet he’ll come in here with his fists flying, and he’ll be tangled in more of what’s holding you in a trice.”
Okay, so Luffy might have some issues with barbed wire. Zoro was still willing to bet Luffy could break it, though. Luffy would break damn near anything if he was pissed enough.
“I’ve dusted most of my wire in seastone powder. I’ll take great pleasure in presenting that stupid hat of his to my superiors. Possibly with the head still attached.”
Zoro tensed.
“Maybe I’ll even decapitate him with one of your infamous swords.”
Zoro felt wire ripping through his flesh, leaving deep gouges and furrows in his tanned skin, but it barely registered. The wire on his left arm breaking and burying itself deep into his bicep did register, however. Good. He was loose, and he was armed (if one counted metal spikes protruding from your flesh as armed, and Zoro certainly did).
Zoro smiled like the demon of his sobriquet, and the Marine bitch managed one scream before he sent her on an express seatrain to Hell.
****
“Idiot marimo. First you get caught, then you don’t leave anything for the rest of us. Selfish shit.”
“Your fault for taking too long. I got bored.”
Chopper made angry doctor-ish noises at him, and Zoro sensibly held still as another inch-long strand of wire was pulled out of his arm with a soft wet noise. Usopp had declared himself suddenly allergic to the sight of blood after the first piece of wire was extracted, and the shitty chef had turned his back and wandered over to the railing, ostensibly to have a smoke, after the sixth. Didn’t keep his mouth from running, but Sanji tended to yap loudest when he was uncomfortable.
Luffy had complained far more loudly than Sanji about the lack of evildoers in smiteable condition, anyway. Zoro had shrugged at his captain and informed him that sometimes a man has to take care of his own business. Luffy had sulked slightly and reluctantly agreed. The dumb rubber bastard was never going to find out the truth, and that was the way it was.
Another piece of bloody wire clinked into Chopper’s tray. It was a small pain in comparison to losing Luffy or another member of the crew. Insignificant, really.
Zoro leaned his head back and let his eyes slide shut in sleep.
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for blood and gore.
Summary: HAPPY BIRFDAY KAJA. You get bloody Zoro fic from me, just like you're getting from everyone else. XD
Watch a droplet of blood rill up from punctured skin, oozing from the secret dark into the light. Watch it build for a moment, swelling steadily, before sliding down the back of a scarred hand. Watch it meander down to the tip of a sword-calloused finger, following gravity’s inexorable siren call until it can travel no farther.
Watch
It
Fall.
It strikes the water below and immediately transforms from a self-contained world of cells into a thin, gauzy veil, tracing the miniscule currents its impact caused.
If the drop had fallen into fresh water, it would have all be over in an instant. The tiny blood cells would have come under a merciless attack from General Osmosis and his endless army of water molecules until they swelled and burst, spewing their proteinaceous guts out into the water in a millisecond of microscopic carnage.
But the water the droplet hit was the salten water of the sea. Blood cells live and die in the private ocean within every living thing, but for humans, at least, that internal sea is modeled after the ancient brine of yore.
In other words, General Osmosis was still present and active. He just happened to draft all the water within the blood cells to his cause. The cells shrivel, their workings gumming up, locking down from lack of water until they die and leave a million miniature mummified corpses behind.
Up above, a blood-slick finger twitches with coming consciousness, and another drop begins to fall.
****
Zoro awoke with barbed wire digging into his skin and the outgoing tide dragging at his feet.
The Marine captain who had snagged him had done so by poison and subterfuge—a moment of sharp pain in his neck as he’d been wandering around trying to find the docks, a tiny tufted dart in his hand, the unforgivable realization that he hadn’t sensed it coming, and then darkness. But she and her crew apparently hadn’t been averse to making it look like the unconscious swordsman had fought back “a little.”
Like five broken ribs “a little.” Zoro spat coppery crimson into the water below and glared at the smug-looking woman who had apparently ordered him strung up with wire on a large wooden frame like some obscene meat puppet.
“Not such a demon now, are you?” Apparently, a predilection for blowguns and sneak attacks also came with the nigh-irresistible urge to gloat like a villain in one of Usopp’s cornier stories. “Your friends will come for you, we’ll be waiting, and your Hammer of a captain will be caught between my people and the ocean.”
Zoro coughed twice to get the blood out of his throat. “Che. Not even Luffy would be that dumb.”
“After the nice clear trail we left him, I’m willing to bet he’ll come in here with his fists flying, and he’ll be tangled in more of what’s holding you in a trice.”
Okay, so Luffy might have some issues with barbed wire. Zoro was still willing to bet Luffy could break it, though. Luffy would break damn near anything if he was pissed enough.
“I’ve dusted most of my wire in seastone powder. I’ll take great pleasure in presenting that stupid hat of his to my superiors. Possibly with the head still attached.”
Zoro tensed.
“Maybe I’ll even decapitate him with one of your infamous swords.”
Zoro felt wire ripping through his flesh, leaving deep gouges and furrows in his tanned skin, but it barely registered. The wire on his left arm breaking and burying itself deep into his bicep did register, however. Good. He was loose, and he was armed (if one counted metal spikes protruding from your flesh as armed, and Zoro certainly did).
Zoro smiled like the demon of his sobriquet, and the Marine bitch managed one scream before he sent her on an express seatrain to Hell.
****
“Idiot marimo. First you get caught, then you don’t leave anything for the rest of us. Selfish shit.”
“Your fault for taking too long. I got bored.”
Chopper made angry doctor-ish noises at him, and Zoro sensibly held still as another inch-long strand of wire was pulled out of his arm with a soft wet noise. Usopp had declared himself suddenly allergic to the sight of blood after the first piece of wire was extracted, and the shitty chef had turned his back and wandered over to the railing, ostensibly to have a smoke, after the sixth. Didn’t keep his mouth from running, but Sanji tended to yap loudest when he was uncomfortable.
Luffy had complained far more loudly than Sanji about the lack of evildoers in smiteable condition, anyway. Zoro had shrugged at his captain and informed him that sometimes a man has to take care of his own business. Luffy had sulked slightly and reluctantly agreed. The dumb rubber bastard was never going to find out the truth, and that was the way it was.
Another piece of bloody wire clinked into Chopper’s tray. It was a small pain in comparison to losing Luffy or another member of the crew. Insignificant, really.
Zoro leaned his head back and let his eyes slide shut in sleep.
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Date: 2007-01-30 07:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-30 12:30 pm (UTC)ninety-ninea zillion little red balloons was the metalest day of my science-loving LIFE.(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-30 09:36 am (UTC)You and your way with words... JEALOUS HATE! (naw, love actually, but don't tell... it'll spoil my image)
doctor-ish noises XD YES!
Barbed wire EW BUT YESSS!
the lack of evildoers in smiteable condition XDDDD THE WORDS! THE WORDS! HATE! (love.. again, don't tell)
YU RULES WOMAN! NOW WRITE ME A USOPP/LUFFY OR REDSHIRT-TRIO FIC! XD *is shot - twice for good measure*
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-30 10:21 am (UTC)I. THIS IS LIKE..
THE MSOT.
AMAZING BIRTHDAY IN MY LIFE. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT MY MOM GROUNDED ME OFF THE COMPUTER FIRST THING THIS MORNING (I'M BEING SNEAKY DURING MY PARENTS'A BSENCE, DAD SHOULD BE HOME SOON) I AM SOOOOOOO IN SEVENTH HEAVEN. This fic is BRILLIANT I LOVE IT BARBED WIRE AND BLOOD and lolol Sanji yapping away hee hee sdjhgfkfal;jgakfdlj and AWWWW CHIBI I DON'T KNOW WHAT ESLE TO SAY.
I'm so touched. I'll end up like, bawling or something. Thank youuuuu my darling. I love you. ♥
JGKLFHGJAFHGJAHFDGAFD I totally need to pimp all of these wicked gifts when I'm ungrounded. lol
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-30 12:32 pm (UTC)HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CRAZY GIRL. ILU.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-30 04:08 pm (UTC)Yay, Zoro. You show that stupid marine what a bad idea it is to mess with you. (Oh, you moron. OUCH.)
Love that you've written this such that I can absolutely see him doing this: it's a nice parallel to trying to cut off his own feet on Little Garden. Only, you know, more successful. And now they have a doctor. :)
Also, yaaaaay, science! General Osmosis. Heee!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-31 12:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-31 03:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-31 03:23 am (UTC)my appetite for science has been exceeded by my appetite for bloody zoro.
(though in truth, were I at the extraction process, I would be off watching something else with usopp and sanji. why is it that I can stand it going in but not coming out?)
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-31 06:47 am (UTC)