Uke-Uke Fruitage.
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chibi_trillianAfter much delay and distraction, it's done. Points to anyone who catches the Madagascar reference.
Sanji's Uke-Uke Fruit Adventure, Part the Sixth
Series = One Piece = not mine.
It had taken a bit, but Sanji was finally starting to get settled in to his newly refurbished body. The problems with this were that a) he wanted his old smoking drinking flirting swearing asskicking body back, goddammit, and b) he wasn’t sure that he was entirely fond of all the shiny new features in this body.
For instance, Sanji had woken up sprawled over Zoro’s broad, meaty frame like some sort of Uke-Uke blanket every morning for the past three weeks. What was truly distressing about this was that he’d originally gone to sleep alone in his own hammock.
The first day, he’d thought Nami or Usopp or both were playing an unusually cruel prank on him, since the swordsman was obviously rather besotted with him (due entirely to the Devil Fruit, no doubt) and Sanji was trying his best to preserve his manly virginity. He’d confronted them tearfully on it, and they’d nearly bent over backwards to say that they wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing, please don’t cry, damn I feel like I kicked a puppy, for the love of any and all gods that might be listening please stop, I’ll do anything you want, you can have my treasure stash if you just stop crying.
The last one was what convinced him that Nami wasn’t lying. The fact that Zoro had shown up with several feet of steel in each hand and fully prepared to filet both of them had made sure that naught but truth spilled from Usopp’s lips. It was probably a first for both of them.
The mystery was finally solved a week later when Robin caught Sanji sleepwalking during her watch. She had awakened him (leading to Usopp screaming that Sanji’s soul would need to be located or the chef would die and Luffy and Chopper taking him seriously and practically tearing the Going Merry apart on a soul hunt) and said that it was probably a side effect of the Fruit. Sanji had burst into tears and said that he was never sleeping ever again.
That night, Sanji had walked into the kitchen to find Zoro already asleep in his, Sanji’s, own personal not-for-Zoro hammock. He’d woken the swordsman up (with some difficulty and the application of an ice cube from the freezer) and asked Zoro what the hell he was doing there.
“Robin said you’re probably gonna wander over to wherever I’m sleeping anyway, so I figured I’d save you the walk. I swear I won’t molest you.”
He’d then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “…Unless you ask me to,” and gone back to sleep. After considerable shaking and shouting failed to awaken the stupid marimo-head, Sanji had sighed and curled up next to him in the hammock. He wasn’t about to be evicted from his sleeping spot by a mere swordsman, and Zoro was nice and warm…
And so it had gone for the last two weeks. Zoro, true to his word, had not molested, groped, fondled, or otherwise sexually harassed Sanji while he was asleep. Nothing was said about the rest of the day, though. Zoro was not made of iron, and Sanji was apparently fair game when he was awake and capable of hitting Zoro with a metal trivet.
On a related note, Sanji had successfully defended what little virtue he had left against Zoro’s careful strategic strikes. It was a near thing, though, especially after the time Zoro snuck up behind him while he was making pie crust and started nibbling on his neck. He’d had to think hard to remember that he was supposed to crack Zoro a good one with his rolling pin.
Usopp had built Sanji a stepstool without being asked and just put it in the kitchen. Sanji had ignored it for two days before breaking down and using it.
Luffy kept giving Sanji odd looks whenever he was sucking the last of the meat off of a bone at dinner. Sanji didn’t care to think about what those looks meant.
Nami went back on her promise and refused to relinquish any of her treasure, but had said that Sanji could have an interest-free loan and a tangerine because he was so damn cute. Sanji had asked her if she was sick, and gotten thwapped over the head for it. He had to admit that he’d deserved that one.
Robin did research upon research and made mysterious notes and occasionally talked to Chopper. Surprisingly, she was the most normal-acting of the crew.
Chopper, in his turn, had given Sanji a head-to-toe exam and declared the chef fit for pretty much everything except the kind of asskicking that he used to do, which displeased Sanji no end. Chopper had made some cautious indications that, based on his combined research with Robin, Sanji might manage to regain some of his leg strength if he trained himself up again. He didn’t think it would be anything spectacular and put a lot of emphasis on the “some” part of the earlier statement, but it gave Sanji something to work towards.
The Straw Hat Pirates as a whole had been run out of two islands for asking questions about Seme-Seme Fruit availability and looked prime to be driven out of a third without supplies if Luffy didn’t keep his mouth shut long enough for Sanji and Zoro to get to the market and back. Nami and Robin had sworn that they’d keep Luffy at the ship until Zoro and Sanji finished shopping, and then unleash him on the town to go hunt for information. There had to be an easier way to find that stupid Seme-Seme Fruit…
“Those are fifteen beris apiece, young man.”
Sanji’s brain snapped back to the present and the rather odd vegetable he was currently examining. It was very…blue. Bluer than Chopper’s nose, and that was saying something. He’d seen the locals eating them grilled on sticks, so he assumed that they had to be at least marginally tasty.
Zoro had headed back to the ship about ten minutes ago to drop off their first load of supplies, so covered with bags and boxes that he could barely see. They’d been really, really low on supplies.
Sanji turned the knobbly blue thingy over in his hands. He thought it might be good for tempura, if nothing else. “I’ll take five kilograms of these.”
“Five whole kilograms! Goodness me, what an appetite.” What a nice old lady. She’d been lovely once upon a time, and some of that still showed. If Sanji had been his old self, he’d probably have flirted respectfully and half-teasingly with her, at least until her granddaughter showed up and stole his heart away. Now…all he could manage was polite conversation. Ah well, she was still being nice enough to give him a sack to carry the vegetables in. He smiled his best smile at her.
“You know, if you eat these, you’ll grow up big and tall.”
The smile became fixed.
“Are you helping out by going to market for your mother?”
His eyebrow twitched.
“I wish my sons had been as thoughtful at your age! What a sweet boy…I’ll give you a discount because you’re so adorable. Ten beris apiece for you!”
He was rather short with her as he paid.
Sanji shouldered the sack of blue vegetables (which he’d just learned were called indigarls) and headed down the street towards the harbor. Dammit, that was the third time today someone had mistaken him for a fourteen-year-old. He’d been asked if Zoro was his father once and his older brother twice. Zoro had at least had the grace to not tease Sanji about it. Zoro…
Where the hell was Zoro, anyway?
Then Sanji heard screaming, shouting, and cries of “The Marines are fighting the pirates!”
Well just fucking yay. The Navy would have to catch up with them now, wouldn’t it?
Sanji ran towards the combat as fast as his shortened legs and a five-kilo sack of weird vegetables would allow. Most distressingly, he was panting by the time he got near the harbor. Damn this enfeebled body straight to the lowest levels of Hell.
He spotted an explosion of flying timber and a plume of white smoke that moved against the wind from the docks, and knew that Captain Smoker and his crew had been the ones to catch up to them. Well, in that case, they were more likely to have good fight and “just happen” to get away. Sometimes, since Alabasta, Sanji thought that Smoker only caught up to them on occasion to make it look like he really was pursuing them and to keep anyone else from being assigned to chase them.
Then he saw a small Luffy-shaped dot go flying, rapidly chased by that plume of smoke, and thought maybe today was the day that Smoker had decided to quit playing nice.
Distinctive shockwaves from that one ungodly scary attack of Zoro’s sliced the air apart, and actually managed to slow the Smoker-smoke down for a small moment, making it pause to curdle and reconstitute itself. Well, at least Sanji knew where Zoro was. He ran for the ship, hating this helpless feeling that was crawling down his spine. Hating having to run because he was a noncombatant. Hating that he had next to no control over the destructive side of his Uke-Uke abilities. Hating that he had a stitch in his side and that he had to take three steps for every two that he would have taken before. Hating that his too-loose shoes had just come untied and sent him sprawling in the dirt. He fought back frustrated tears and failed miserably.
“Are you okay?”
Sanji looked up with huge tear-filled eyes at the figure of Smoker’s second-in-command, Tashigi. The only thing he could think was that he was going to be arrested and then used to lure in his nakama and then it was going to be all his fault that none of them could fulfill their dreams…
“Oh, you poor thing! Did those big mean pirates scare you?” He found himself being hugged into Tashigi’s rather nice bosom. Thank you, God, that this woman was so nearsighted that moles were offering to help her read street signs and that women seemed to have this nigh-irresistible urge to cuddle Uke-Uke men.
Sanji, feeling slightly weasely for taking advantage of her good nature, sniffled and said, “Uh-huh,” in his most pathetic voice.
She smiled at him. “Don’t you worry. We’ll stop them, or at least get them away from the island.”
Sanji scrubbed some tears away with his sleeve, looked up at Tashigi…and spotted Zoro out of the corner of his eye. The swordsman was rather obviously looking for him, and if Zoro and Tashigi met there would be a fight to remember, and it might end in his marimo-head getting unpleasantly perforated. At minimum, it would end in a delay that could get Luffy arrested. Sanji felt an instant of blind panic…and then he had an absolutely wonderful idea, provided he could pull it off.
Sanji let Tashigi help him to his feet and picked up his sack of indigarls with one hand. She looked seriously concerned for his wellbeing. So did Zoro, who had just spotted him and started heading in this direction.
“You’re a nice lady,” Sanji said sincerely, starting to smile at her. She looked so relieved that he was all right. Damn, he felt like a dirty bastard. “I’m sorry I have to do this.”
Her face fell, and her hand reached automatically for her sword. “Wha—?”
Sanji thought of how sweet Zoro was for coming to get him, big stupid meathead that he was. It was just enough. He smiled broadly, and the street filled with dazzling, destructive light.
****
“Stupid muscle-for-brains swordsman! You should have had the sense to duck, or at least close your eyes!” Sanji glared back at the half-blinded, half-singed first mate currently holding his hand while they made their way back to the Going Merry. The look itself didn’t do much good, as Zoro couldn’t see much of anything at the moment, but he could hear the glare in Sanji’s voice and assumed it was there. It was the most normal Sanji had sounded in weeks.
“How was I supposed to know what you were going to do? That Navy woman had you cornered!” Zoro hissed angrily as he stumbled over yet another uneven plank. He hadn’t remembered the docks being this shoddily-made before. His distraction allowed the words “I was worried about you, you little fluff-head!” to slip out before Zoro could catch them.
Zoro instinctively braced himself for a solid kick to the head when the hand around his wrist let go. Old habits died hard.
He wasn’t expecting the hand to grab his shirt and pull him down. A puff of warm breath on his face accompanied the words, “Moron marimo. I can take care of myself.” There was no venom behind the words, though. Sanji sounded close enough to…
Sanji’s lips lightly brushed his, half a kiss, half a whisper. “Thanks, idiot.”
Zoro blinked and really wished that he could see. The hand released his shirt and grabbed his wrist again, and they were back to stumbling towards the ship. Somehow, the planks in the dock seemed to have smoothed themselves out.
****
Zeff huffed to himself as Patti and Carne started bickering again over the breakfast rush and snapped open his morning paper. It just happened to open to the bounty posters, as it just happened to do every morning. Not that he was looking for anyone or anything. Not that he was concerned because he’d read many things about the exploits of the Straw Hat Pirates and had heard nothing about Sanji. The eggplant could take care of himself. He didn’t need Zeff’s supervision anymore. Nope. No sense worrying over him. No news was probably good news. No sense at all.
So Zeff naturally did not have a feeling that was something like an overwhelming sense of relief commingled with pride when he saw a bounty for Sanji the Love Cook (set at forty million beris) sandwiched between updated posters for Captain Kangaroo and One-Eyed Willy. No, that was just indigestion or some such.
What he couldn’t dismiss away as indigestion was the fact that the boy—for it wasn’t a man, it was a boy—on the poster looked like he was the result of what happened when someone fed Sanji cute pills until he passed out. The curly eyebrow was rather unmistakable though, as was the swordsman standing behind him with a shopping bag. Somebody had snagged that picture in a marketplace.
Apparently, Sanji had blown the marketplace in question up about fifteen minutes later. He was listed as a Devil Fruit user of unknown type and extreme destructive power. Between the appearance changes, the damage Sanji was supposed to have done, and the swordsman managing to be just a bit too into Sanji’s personal space, Zeff could guess what kind of Fruit Sanji had eaten. He’d seen it exactly once before on the Grand Line, and once had been enough.
Oh, his poor eggplant.
Sanji's Uke-Uke Fruit Adventure, Part the Sixth
Series = One Piece = not mine.
It had taken a bit, but Sanji was finally starting to get settled in to his newly refurbished body. The problems with this were that a) he wanted his old smoking drinking flirting swearing asskicking body back, goddammit, and b) he wasn’t sure that he was entirely fond of all the shiny new features in this body.
For instance, Sanji had woken up sprawled over Zoro’s broad, meaty frame like some sort of Uke-Uke blanket every morning for the past three weeks. What was truly distressing about this was that he’d originally gone to sleep alone in his own hammock.
The first day, he’d thought Nami or Usopp or both were playing an unusually cruel prank on him, since the swordsman was obviously rather besotted with him (due entirely to the Devil Fruit, no doubt) and Sanji was trying his best to preserve his manly virginity. He’d confronted them tearfully on it, and they’d nearly bent over backwards to say that they wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing, please don’t cry, damn I feel like I kicked a puppy, for the love of any and all gods that might be listening please stop, I’ll do anything you want, you can have my treasure stash if you just stop crying.
The last one was what convinced him that Nami wasn’t lying. The fact that Zoro had shown up with several feet of steel in each hand and fully prepared to filet both of them had made sure that naught but truth spilled from Usopp’s lips. It was probably a first for both of them.
The mystery was finally solved a week later when Robin caught Sanji sleepwalking during her watch. She had awakened him (leading to Usopp screaming that Sanji’s soul would need to be located or the chef would die and Luffy and Chopper taking him seriously and practically tearing the Going Merry apart on a soul hunt) and said that it was probably a side effect of the Fruit. Sanji had burst into tears and said that he was never sleeping ever again.
That night, Sanji had walked into the kitchen to find Zoro already asleep in his, Sanji’s, own personal not-for-Zoro hammock. He’d woken the swordsman up (with some difficulty and the application of an ice cube from the freezer) and asked Zoro what the hell he was doing there.
“Robin said you’re probably gonna wander over to wherever I’m sleeping anyway, so I figured I’d save you the walk. I swear I won’t molest you.”
He’d then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “…Unless you ask me to,” and gone back to sleep. After considerable shaking and shouting failed to awaken the stupid marimo-head, Sanji had sighed and curled up next to him in the hammock. He wasn’t about to be evicted from his sleeping spot by a mere swordsman, and Zoro was nice and warm…
And so it had gone for the last two weeks. Zoro, true to his word, had not molested, groped, fondled, or otherwise sexually harassed Sanji while he was asleep. Nothing was said about the rest of the day, though. Zoro was not made of iron, and Sanji was apparently fair game when he was awake and capable of hitting Zoro with a metal trivet.
On a related note, Sanji had successfully defended what little virtue he had left against Zoro’s careful strategic strikes. It was a near thing, though, especially after the time Zoro snuck up behind him while he was making pie crust and started nibbling on his neck. He’d had to think hard to remember that he was supposed to crack Zoro a good one with his rolling pin.
Usopp had built Sanji a stepstool without being asked and just put it in the kitchen. Sanji had ignored it for two days before breaking down and using it.
Luffy kept giving Sanji odd looks whenever he was sucking the last of the meat off of a bone at dinner. Sanji didn’t care to think about what those looks meant.
Nami went back on her promise and refused to relinquish any of her treasure, but had said that Sanji could have an interest-free loan and a tangerine because he was so damn cute. Sanji had asked her if she was sick, and gotten thwapped over the head for it. He had to admit that he’d deserved that one.
Robin did research upon research and made mysterious notes and occasionally talked to Chopper. Surprisingly, she was the most normal-acting of the crew.
Chopper, in his turn, had given Sanji a head-to-toe exam and declared the chef fit for pretty much everything except the kind of asskicking that he used to do, which displeased Sanji no end. Chopper had made some cautious indications that, based on his combined research with Robin, Sanji might manage to regain some of his leg strength if he trained himself up again. He didn’t think it would be anything spectacular and put a lot of emphasis on the “some” part of the earlier statement, but it gave Sanji something to work towards.
The Straw Hat Pirates as a whole had been run out of two islands for asking questions about Seme-Seme Fruit availability and looked prime to be driven out of a third without supplies if Luffy didn’t keep his mouth shut long enough for Sanji and Zoro to get to the market and back. Nami and Robin had sworn that they’d keep Luffy at the ship until Zoro and Sanji finished shopping, and then unleash him on the town to go hunt for information. There had to be an easier way to find that stupid Seme-Seme Fruit…
“Those are fifteen beris apiece, young man.”
Sanji’s brain snapped back to the present and the rather odd vegetable he was currently examining. It was very…blue. Bluer than Chopper’s nose, and that was saying something. He’d seen the locals eating them grilled on sticks, so he assumed that they had to be at least marginally tasty.
Zoro had headed back to the ship about ten minutes ago to drop off their first load of supplies, so covered with bags and boxes that he could barely see. They’d been really, really low on supplies.
Sanji turned the knobbly blue thingy over in his hands. He thought it might be good for tempura, if nothing else. “I’ll take five kilograms of these.”
“Five whole kilograms! Goodness me, what an appetite.” What a nice old lady. She’d been lovely once upon a time, and some of that still showed. If Sanji had been his old self, he’d probably have flirted respectfully and half-teasingly with her, at least until her granddaughter showed up and stole his heart away. Now…all he could manage was polite conversation. Ah well, she was still being nice enough to give him a sack to carry the vegetables in. He smiled his best smile at her.
“You know, if you eat these, you’ll grow up big and tall.”
The smile became fixed.
“Are you helping out by going to market for your mother?”
His eyebrow twitched.
“I wish my sons had been as thoughtful at your age! What a sweet boy…I’ll give you a discount because you’re so adorable. Ten beris apiece for you!”
He was rather short with her as he paid.
Sanji shouldered the sack of blue vegetables (which he’d just learned were called indigarls) and headed down the street towards the harbor. Dammit, that was the third time today someone had mistaken him for a fourteen-year-old. He’d been asked if Zoro was his father once and his older brother twice. Zoro had at least had the grace to not tease Sanji about it. Zoro…
Where the hell was Zoro, anyway?
Then Sanji heard screaming, shouting, and cries of “The Marines are fighting the pirates!”
Well just fucking yay. The Navy would have to catch up with them now, wouldn’t it?
Sanji ran towards the combat as fast as his shortened legs and a five-kilo sack of weird vegetables would allow. Most distressingly, he was panting by the time he got near the harbor. Damn this enfeebled body straight to the lowest levels of Hell.
He spotted an explosion of flying timber and a plume of white smoke that moved against the wind from the docks, and knew that Captain Smoker and his crew had been the ones to catch up to them. Well, in that case, they were more likely to have good fight and “just happen” to get away. Sometimes, since Alabasta, Sanji thought that Smoker only caught up to them on occasion to make it look like he really was pursuing them and to keep anyone else from being assigned to chase them.
Then he saw a small Luffy-shaped dot go flying, rapidly chased by that plume of smoke, and thought maybe today was the day that Smoker had decided to quit playing nice.
Distinctive shockwaves from that one ungodly scary attack of Zoro’s sliced the air apart, and actually managed to slow the Smoker-smoke down for a small moment, making it pause to curdle and reconstitute itself. Well, at least Sanji knew where Zoro was. He ran for the ship, hating this helpless feeling that was crawling down his spine. Hating having to run because he was a noncombatant. Hating that he had next to no control over the destructive side of his Uke-Uke abilities. Hating that he had a stitch in his side and that he had to take three steps for every two that he would have taken before. Hating that his too-loose shoes had just come untied and sent him sprawling in the dirt. He fought back frustrated tears and failed miserably.
“Are you okay?”
Sanji looked up with huge tear-filled eyes at the figure of Smoker’s second-in-command, Tashigi. The only thing he could think was that he was going to be arrested and then used to lure in his nakama and then it was going to be all his fault that none of them could fulfill their dreams…
“Oh, you poor thing! Did those big mean pirates scare you?” He found himself being hugged into Tashigi’s rather nice bosom. Thank you, God, that this woman was so nearsighted that moles were offering to help her read street signs and that women seemed to have this nigh-irresistible urge to cuddle Uke-Uke men.
Sanji, feeling slightly weasely for taking advantage of her good nature, sniffled and said, “Uh-huh,” in his most pathetic voice.
She smiled at him. “Don’t you worry. We’ll stop them, or at least get them away from the island.”
Sanji scrubbed some tears away with his sleeve, looked up at Tashigi…and spotted Zoro out of the corner of his eye. The swordsman was rather obviously looking for him, and if Zoro and Tashigi met there would be a fight to remember, and it might end in his marimo-head getting unpleasantly perforated. At minimum, it would end in a delay that could get Luffy arrested. Sanji felt an instant of blind panic…and then he had an absolutely wonderful idea, provided he could pull it off.
Sanji let Tashigi help him to his feet and picked up his sack of indigarls with one hand. She looked seriously concerned for his wellbeing. So did Zoro, who had just spotted him and started heading in this direction.
“You’re a nice lady,” Sanji said sincerely, starting to smile at her. She looked so relieved that he was all right. Damn, he felt like a dirty bastard. “I’m sorry I have to do this.”
Her face fell, and her hand reached automatically for her sword. “Wha—?”
Sanji thought of how sweet Zoro was for coming to get him, big stupid meathead that he was. It was just enough. He smiled broadly, and the street filled with dazzling, destructive light.
****
“Stupid muscle-for-brains swordsman! You should have had the sense to duck, or at least close your eyes!” Sanji glared back at the half-blinded, half-singed first mate currently holding his hand while they made their way back to the Going Merry. The look itself didn’t do much good, as Zoro couldn’t see much of anything at the moment, but he could hear the glare in Sanji’s voice and assumed it was there. It was the most normal Sanji had sounded in weeks.
“How was I supposed to know what you were going to do? That Navy woman had you cornered!” Zoro hissed angrily as he stumbled over yet another uneven plank. He hadn’t remembered the docks being this shoddily-made before. His distraction allowed the words “I was worried about you, you little fluff-head!” to slip out before Zoro could catch them.
Zoro instinctively braced himself for a solid kick to the head when the hand around his wrist let go. Old habits died hard.
He wasn’t expecting the hand to grab his shirt and pull him down. A puff of warm breath on his face accompanied the words, “Moron marimo. I can take care of myself.” There was no venom behind the words, though. Sanji sounded close enough to…
Sanji’s lips lightly brushed his, half a kiss, half a whisper. “Thanks, idiot.”
Zoro blinked and really wished that he could see. The hand released his shirt and grabbed his wrist again, and they were back to stumbling towards the ship. Somehow, the planks in the dock seemed to have smoothed themselves out.
****
Zeff huffed to himself as Patti and Carne started bickering again over the breakfast rush and snapped open his morning paper. It just happened to open to the bounty posters, as it just happened to do every morning. Not that he was looking for anyone or anything. Not that he was concerned because he’d read many things about the exploits of the Straw Hat Pirates and had heard nothing about Sanji. The eggplant could take care of himself. He didn’t need Zeff’s supervision anymore. Nope. No sense worrying over him. No news was probably good news. No sense at all.
So Zeff naturally did not have a feeling that was something like an overwhelming sense of relief commingled with pride when he saw a bounty for Sanji the Love Cook (set at forty million beris) sandwiched between updated posters for Captain Kangaroo and One-Eyed Willy. No, that was just indigestion or some such.
What he couldn’t dismiss away as indigestion was the fact that the boy—for it wasn’t a man, it was a boy—on the poster looked like he was the result of what happened when someone fed Sanji cute pills until he passed out. The curly eyebrow was rather unmistakable though, as was the swordsman standing behind him with a shopping bag. Somebody had snagged that picture in a marketplace.
Apparently, Sanji had blown the marketplace in question up about fifteen minutes later. He was listed as a Devil Fruit user of unknown type and extreme destructive power. Between the appearance changes, the damage Sanji was supposed to have done, and the swordsman managing to be just a bit too into Sanji’s personal space, Zeff could guess what kind of Fruit Sanji had eaten. He’d seen it exactly once before on the Grand Line, and once had been enough.
Oh, his poor eggplant.
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Date: 2005-12-13 10:38 am (UTC)I adore Zeff cameos. And Sanji finally got to use his new powers... AND get a bounty (even if it's kind of for a stupid reason). Would he actually get something that high for blowing up a market place? Luffy had to defeat several people for his 30 million first bounty. Well, a bounty is a bounty. Sanji should send in an older photo so he wouldn't look like a housewife.
Hee.
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Date: 2005-12-13 01:04 pm (UTC)1) Sanji is associated with Luffy, who is a scary scary man. Zoro too. That gets him an automatic unfair bounty bonus.
2) He displayed a rare and rather destructive Devil Fruit power. Once the figure out what the hell he ate, they might lower his bounty while pointing at him and going "Ha ha!"
Ah well, it could have been worse. The Navy could have had to print out a poster with a composite sketch on it, and all that would be on it would be a pair of big, sparkly eyes and curly eyebrows.
I'm scared for Sanji, because somewhere Tashigi is waving her katana and shouting that she's going to skewer him for using his Devil Fruit wiles upon her. Brrr, angry!Tashigi.
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Date: 2005-12-13 01:39 pm (UTC)*sigh* Sorry. Dar is in full smut demon mode this morning. He's not even tryin' to make like he ever visited the higher functioning parts of my brain.
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Date: 2005-12-13 10:07 pm (UTC)Sanji already is a squeaking, protesting uke. He just needs to realize it first.
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Date: 2005-12-14 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-15 12:40 am (UTC)On the other hand, Sanji will probably accept fucked-up, half-assed romance from Zoro, as he knows that Zoro's trying. Awww.
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Date: 2006-03-10 08:34 pm (UTC)I REALLY REALLY hope you'll go on with this great fic one day. *puppy eyes* Please please please (*___*)
And there are lot of things I wish I knew like: What happened with the Uke-Uke case that Zeff witnessed in the past? Will Seme-Seme Kuro meet Uke-Uke Sanji?! (this one is bugging me), Will Uke-Uke Sanji have a taste of Seme-Seme Zoro's fruit in the end? (this one is bugging me even MORE, strangely enough...*winks*)?
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Date: 2006-03-10 09:00 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading my very first One Piece fic, though. ^_^
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Date: 2006-03-10 11:27 pm (UTC)I understand your reasons (it makes lot of sense). *nods*
I will wait patiently for the current arc to be finished then: maybe you will go on with this or maybe not, who knows...but I'm happy to know there is a little chance for more, at least! Yeaaah~~ *happy*
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Date: 2006-03-28 09:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-03-29 06:01 am (UTC)Hopefully, I'll pick it up again. Hopefully.
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Date: 2006-05-15 01:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-15 05:13 am (UTC)Uke-Uke Sanji bounty: 40,000 beri
Uke-Uke stepladder: Sevveral feet of wood
Getting all the way here from the beginning, only to find out the fic is in limbo: heartbreaking
;_; It was so, so cracky and adorable while it lasted. If I had a Love-Cook, he would be making you cookies right now. *worships*
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Date: 2007-05-26 11:28 pm (UTC)friended you because I'd love to read the locked stories
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Date: 2007-05-27 08:54 am (UTC)Friended you back. Read away. ♥
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Date: 2008-04-25 06:50 pm (UTC)Best line XD
So...this is it? This CAN'T be it! *wails*
...You better believe I'm about to go through all your stories. They're going to pull me through this sick day and make me feel better, dammit!
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Date: 2008-10-21 05:07 am (UTC)Oh, but was this a fun ride. Sanji's new powers are sort of... scary.