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asherhyder, great lover of kitties that she is. The premise of this is a bit cracky in an "Can I have some of whatever you were on when you came up with this?" sort of way, but I'm rather proud of the writing. It does have a second chapter, but I'm not as confident about that one as this one. It also has some fanart. Crossposted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Title: Meow
Series: One Piece
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and severing of limbs.
Sanji leapt through the air between the two pirate ships, foot whirling into position for a solid kick that would drive the enemy captain’s teeth into the back of his skull. The pirate captain’s eyes widened, he brought up a hand to try to stop the inevitable, Sanji grinned savagely…
And then there was a burst of light. Sanji felt warm all over for half a second, and then he screamed in pain, feeling like his body was being run through a garlic press. His very bones felt like they were rebelling against him, warping and twisting as if he’d suddenly become a rubber man. His scream was getting higher, more animalistic. He hurt so bad…
A bundle of black cloth hit the opposite deck. The Nekoko Pirates cheered their captain’s victory, confidence renewed that they could defeat even the mighty Strawhats.
Then the Strawhats’ cannoneer put a hole in their hull. The cannonball hole in and of itself wasn’t so bad, and their ship had had worse. The fact that the “cannonball” was full of burning pitch that made a merry bonfire of their lower decks was quite, quite bad. That demon-man with the black bandanna flying over with all of his swords out and neatly separating the captain from his extended hand was worse. Strawhat Luffy himself snapping their mast in half and using it to club their captain over the head was officially the end, as far as about half the crew was concerned. They made as if to leap overboard, only to be caught by dozens upon dozens of disembodied hands. Any other Nekoko Pirates who were feeling lucky or desperate enough to try attacking were rapidly blasted off their feet by howling winds controlled by that orange-haired bitch or had their ribs precisely fractured by an enraged reindeer monster.
On the smoke-filled, blood-spattered deck, the bundle of cloth moved. It seemed to be fighting against itself, squirming and writhing and producing the most interesting noises. Zoro approached it, bloodslicked Wadou Ichimonji still out. Though battlelust still pulsed hot and eager in his ears, he couldn’t help but note that not all of Sanji appeared to be there. The tang of vengeance filled his mouth, as familiar and welcome as the taste of a swordhilt. He made a decision: the Nekoko captain would suffer. A clean death was for respected enemies. The Nekoko Pirates had attacked entirely unprovoked and their captain had used some kind of Devil Fruit ability to drop Sanji when the hot-headed cook had taken offense to his insulting of Nami’s virtue. The fight had been over in minutes after that, but his nakama remained injured on the deck, possibly crippled for life. Yes, the Nekoko captain would suffer, and suffer long.
Then the bundle gave a strange howl and a convulsive shudder, and Sanji loosed himself from his suit jacket, hissing and spitting. Quite literally. His fur was fluffed up so far as to make him look twice his size, and his tail was lashing viciously. Sanji…as an angry Siamese cat.
Zoro felt his mouth drop open and only training and reflex kept him from dropping Wadou Ichimonji to the deck in shock. All he could think was, So then, that’s why they’re called the Nekoko Pirates.
asherhyder, great lover of kitties that she is. The premise of this is a bit cracky in an "Can I have some of whatever you were on when you came up with this?" sort of way, but I'm rather proud of the writing. It does have a second chapter, but I'm not as confident about that one as this one. It also has some fanart. Crossposted to onepiececrack.Title: Meow
Series: One Piece
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for violence and severing of limbs.
Sanji leapt through the air between the two pirate ships, foot whirling into position for a solid kick that would drive the enemy captain’s teeth into the back of his skull. The pirate captain’s eyes widened, he brought up a hand to try to stop the inevitable, Sanji grinned savagely…
And then there was a burst of light. Sanji felt warm all over for half a second, and then he screamed in pain, feeling like his body was being run through a garlic press. His very bones felt like they were rebelling against him, warping and twisting as if he’d suddenly become a rubber man. His scream was getting higher, more animalistic. He hurt so bad…
A bundle of black cloth hit the opposite deck. The Nekoko Pirates cheered their captain’s victory, confidence renewed that they could defeat even the mighty Strawhats.
Then the Strawhats’ cannoneer put a hole in their hull. The cannonball hole in and of itself wasn’t so bad, and their ship had had worse. The fact that the “cannonball” was full of burning pitch that made a merry bonfire of their lower decks was quite, quite bad. That demon-man with the black bandanna flying over with all of his swords out and neatly separating the captain from his extended hand was worse. Strawhat Luffy himself snapping their mast in half and using it to club their captain over the head was officially the end, as far as about half the crew was concerned. They made as if to leap overboard, only to be caught by dozens upon dozens of disembodied hands. Any other Nekoko Pirates who were feeling lucky or desperate enough to try attacking were rapidly blasted off their feet by howling winds controlled by that orange-haired bitch or had their ribs precisely fractured by an enraged reindeer monster.
On the smoke-filled, blood-spattered deck, the bundle of cloth moved. It seemed to be fighting against itself, squirming and writhing and producing the most interesting noises. Zoro approached it, bloodslicked Wadou Ichimonji still out. Though battlelust still pulsed hot and eager in his ears, he couldn’t help but note that not all of Sanji appeared to be there. The tang of vengeance filled his mouth, as familiar and welcome as the taste of a swordhilt. He made a decision: the Nekoko captain would suffer. A clean death was for respected enemies. The Nekoko Pirates had attacked entirely unprovoked and their captain had used some kind of Devil Fruit ability to drop Sanji when the hot-headed cook had taken offense to his insulting of Nami’s virtue. The fight had been over in minutes after that, but his nakama remained injured on the deck, possibly crippled for life. Yes, the Nekoko captain would suffer, and suffer long.
Then the bundle gave a strange howl and a convulsive shudder, and Sanji loosed himself from his suit jacket, hissing and spitting. Quite literally. His fur was fluffed up so far as to make him look twice his size, and his tail was lashing viciously. Sanji…as an angry Siamese cat.
Zoro felt his mouth drop open and only training and reflex kept him from dropping Wadou Ichimonji to the deck in shock. All he could think was, So then, that’s why they’re called the Nekoko Pirates.
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