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Title: Strawberries
Series: One Piece (got your hopes up for nothing, Bleach fans)
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: G. Maybe PG for violence.
Summary: Sanji attempts food-based romance. Unfortunately, his crewmates are mooching bastards.
The strawberries were for Nami-san.
Sweet, delicious berries, the best in the patch, the ones he’d had to pay extra just so that the farmer would let him pick them himself. They had been nestled in a small padded box like the living rubies they were, and Sanji was going to give them to Nami-san. She would taste one and swoon, and Sanji would, of course, be there to catch her and slowly feed her the rest of them…perhaps, just perhaps, he would get a kiss from strawberry-stained lips today.
And then Luffy had bounced up and asked for one.
Sanji’s denial and explanation that these were his special Love-Love strawberries to be eaten by beautiful women only had failed to make a dent in the captain’s hopeful expression. Sanji had wound up giving him one to make him go away. It wasn’t every day Luffy asked for fruit instead of meat, after all, and Sanji did have a whole boxful to give to his gorgeous Nami-san.
And then Usopp had poked his long nose into the kitchen and asked for one.
Sanji had told him that these precious berries were not to pass lips besmirched by foul lies. Usopp had pointed out that Nami wouldn’t be getting any either, then, and gotten a kick to the solar plexus for his trouble. Sanji had kicked him harder than he’d meant to, and wound up giving him a strawberry as an apology and partial admission that the liar was telling the truth. He did, after all, still have most of a boxful to give to his pulchritudinous Nami-san.
And then Chopper had tugged on his pants leg and asked for one.
Sanji had tried explaining that his Strawberries of Love were for Nami-san alone, but everything he said just made the little reindeer look more and more like he was going to burst into tears. Chopper was so cute and sad that Sanji had caved in and given him a strawberry to keep him from crying. He did, after all, still have half of a boxful to give to his breathtaking Nami-san.
And then Zoro had stomped in and taken one.
Sanji had kicked him angrily, struggling to defend the strawberry from being sacrificed to the belly of the beast, but Zoro had popped it in his mouth faster than Sanji’s foot could kick his arm. The kick to Zoro’s arm had resulted in him punching himself in the mouth most amusingly, and Sanji hadn’t been sure how much of the red stuff coming out of Zoro’s mouth was blood and how much was strawberry juice. Unfortunately, the fruit, once eaten, could not be uneaten, and Sanji had been reduced to simply kicking the berry-stealing demon out of his kitchen. He did, after all, still have…
…one lone strawberry to give to his magnificent Nami-san.
A chain of Hana-Hana hands snaked out of the window and carried their pilfered treasure away. Sanji cried out, but his heart wasn’t in it. He really did wish that Robin-chan had actually asked him for one so that he might have had the pleasure of presenting it to her properly, but the idiot swordsman had likely distracted him at the crucial moment that his Robin-chan was having a strawberry craving. He didn’t blame her in the slightest for just obtaining one by her own means.
Sanji stared at the last berry, a lone gem in an empty box. A beautiful, magnificent specimen of a strawberry, perfectly ripe, perfectly red, with delicate green leaves capping it and tiny seeds gleaming like droplets of sweat on a woman’s skin. It made his mouth water, made his chef’s soul cry out in need. Tasting it secondhand, even from Nami-san’s delicious lips, wasn’t going to be enough.
The strawberries were for Nami-san. Sanji reminded himself of that as he bit down gently on the soft flesh, feeling it give under his teeth at exactly the right moment. The juice trickled into his mouth, and he was transported in a paroxysm of bliss to gustatory Heaven. His toes curled.
Strawberries.
Nami-san.
He’d get her more tomorrow.
Title: Strawberries
Series: One Piece (got your hopes up for nothing, Bleach fans)
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: G. Maybe PG for violence.
Summary: Sanji attempts food-based romance. Unfortunately, his crewmates are mooching bastards.
The strawberries were for Nami-san.
Sweet, delicious berries, the best in the patch, the ones he’d had to pay extra just so that the farmer would let him pick them himself. They had been nestled in a small padded box like the living rubies they were, and Sanji was going to give them to Nami-san. She would taste one and swoon, and Sanji would, of course, be there to catch her and slowly feed her the rest of them…perhaps, just perhaps, he would get a kiss from strawberry-stained lips today.
And then Luffy had bounced up and asked for one.
Sanji’s denial and explanation that these were his special Love-Love strawberries to be eaten by beautiful women only had failed to make a dent in the captain’s hopeful expression. Sanji had wound up giving him one to make him go away. It wasn’t every day Luffy asked for fruit instead of meat, after all, and Sanji did have a whole boxful to give to his gorgeous Nami-san.
And then Usopp had poked his long nose into the kitchen and asked for one.
Sanji had told him that these precious berries were not to pass lips besmirched by foul lies. Usopp had pointed out that Nami wouldn’t be getting any either, then, and gotten a kick to the solar plexus for his trouble. Sanji had kicked him harder than he’d meant to, and wound up giving him a strawberry as an apology and partial admission that the liar was telling the truth. He did, after all, still have most of a boxful to give to his pulchritudinous Nami-san.
And then Chopper had tugged on his pants leg and asked for one.
Sanji had tried explaining that his Strawberries of Love were for Nami-san alone, but everything he said just made the little reindeer look more and more like he was going to burst into tears. Chopper was so cute and sad that Sanji had caved in and given him a strawberry to keep him from crying. He did, after all, still have half of a boxful to give to his breathtaking Nami-san.
And then Zoro had stomped in and taken one.
Sanji had kicked him angrily, struggling to defend the strawberry from being sacrificed to the belly of the beast, but Zoro had popped it in his mouth faster than Sanji’s foot could kick his arm. The kick to Zoro’s arm had resulted in him punching himself in the mouth most amusingly, and Sanji hadn’t been sure how much of the red stuff coming out of Zoro’s mouth was blood and how much was strawberry juice. Unfortunately, the fruit, once eaten, could not be uneaten, and Sanji had been reduced to simply kicking the berry-stealing demon out of his kitchen. He did, after all, still have…
…one lone strawberry to give to his magnificent Nami-san.
A chain of Hana-Hana hands snaked out of the window and carried their pilfered treasure away. Sanji cried out, but his heart wasn’t in it. He really did wish that Robin-chan had actually asked him for one so that he might have had the pleasure of presenting it to her properly, but the idiot swordsman had likely distracted him at the crucial moment that his Robin-chan was having a strawberry craving. He didn’t blame her in the slightest for just obtaining one by her own means.
Sanji stared at the last berry, a lone gem in an empty box. A beautiful, magnificent specimen of a strawberry, perfectly ripe, perfectly red, with delicate green leaves capping it and tiny seeds gleaming like droplets of sweat on a woman’s skin. It made his mouth water, made his chef’s soul cry out in need. Tasting it secondhand, even from Nami-san’s delicious lips, wasn’t going to be enough.
The strawberries were for Nami-san. Sanji reminded himself of that as he bit down gently on the soft flesh, feeling it give under his teeth at exactly the right moment. The juice trickled into his mouth, and he was transported in a paroxysm of bliss to gustatory Heaven. His toes curled.
Strawberries.
Nami-san.
He’d get her more tomorrow.
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Date: 2006-01-28 07:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-28 09:41 pm (UTC)...or maybe the boys are trying to tell him something by snitching his Love-Love strawberries? ^_~
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Date: 2006-01-29 03:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-08 01:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-29 07:42 am (UTC)Awww, is something going on that's making you depressed? I hope that it ends soon so you can be happy again. Maybe this will cheer you up a little (made it myself). Or maybe this might (again, made myself). Or this (again again made myself). But if you really feel down, then this one can share what you might be feeling (made myself, idea and words come from ironpuncher2).
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Date: 2008-04-26 09:09 pm (UTC)