I have a Zeff collection.
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chibi_trillianI seem to respond phenomenally well to art bribes. It's sad and pathetic, but true. I also seem to be on a backstory kick, as I had the urge to write Zoro/Johnny/Yosaku last night and I wrote this today. For someone who can't cook to save her life, I seem to write about Zeff an awful lot.
Title: Chibinasu
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Sanji has issues with a certain fruit.
Sanji stared at the plate. It stared back, taunting him.
Leftovers. They rarely happened on board the Going Merry, but it did occasionally happen that there was some food that didn’t find its way into the bottomless pit of Luffy’s stomach. In this case, just enough food had escaped that it was liable to go off quickly, and that would never do. There wasn’t more than four or five bites left. Four or five bites. Not much food. Surely he could eat it quickly, get it over with. He picked up a fork…and couldn’t do it. He couldn’t eat it. God dammit.
Dammit, why did there have to be leftovers of eggplant parmesan? He wouldn’t even have made it if Nami-san hadn’t specifically requested it. He’d barely made it through cooking the dish and hadn’t been able to force himself to eat any.
Shit. Figured that it would be eggplant. He used to be able to make eggplant anything. Then, on their way to the Grand Line, he’d started making eggplant tempura and found himself bawling like a lost child over the cutting board.
Shitty old man. Shitty eggplants. He still remembered the day Zeff had given him an answer as to why he called him eggplant.
He’d shouted the question angrily at the old bastard, tired of being referred to as not just small, but a fruit as well. Zeff had sighed and fished an eggplant out of the vegetable bin. He’d naturally picked the smallest one in there, which hadn’t helped Sanji’s temper at all.
“Eggplant is bitter, nasty, and unpleasant when raw. It’s a strange-looking thing, comes in a lot of shapes and sizes and colors. Theoretically, nobody should have come up with the idea of eating this plant.” Sanji had been about ready to kick the old man’s teeth in at that point.
“But when a chef prepares eggplant, it becomes a beautiful thing. More versatile than most other fruits and vegetables, capable of doing crazy things and making the richest vegetable dishes in the world. All it needs is a little help.” He’d tossed Sanji the eggplant and walked away.
Sanji hadn’t cried then, but he was on the verge of crying now. All over a few bites of eggplant. His hand clenched around the fork and he gritted his teeth. He had his pride as a chef. He was not going to burst into tears over food. Not not not.
Then a rubber arm stretched over and stole the plate, and Sanji chased Luffy around the kitchen until he caught him. Luffy just laughed at his rather half-hearted reprimands and gave him a fleeting hug before bouncing out of the kitchen.
Dammit. Rubber jackass always saw right through him.
He still had some eggplant left in the storeroom. Maybe he’d try tempura tomorrow.
Title: Chibinasu
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Sanji has issues with a certain fruit.
Sanji stared at the plate. It stared back, taunting him.
Leftovers. They rarely happened on board the Going Merry, but it did occasionally happen that there was some food that didn’t find its way into the bottomless pit of Luffy’s stomach. In this case, just enough food had escaped that it was liable to go off quickly, and that would never do. There wasn’t more than four or five bites left. Four or five bites. Not much food. Surely he could eat it quickly, get it over with. He picked up a fork…and couldn’t do it. He couldn’t eat it. God dammit.
Dammit, why did there have to be leftovers of eggplant parmesan? He wouldn’t even have made it if Nami-san hadn’t specifically requested it. He’d barely made it through cooking the dish and hadn’t been able to force himself to eat any.
Shit. Figured that it would be eggplant. He used to be able to make eggplant anything. Then, on their way to the Grand Line, he’d started making eggplant tempura and found himself bawling like a lost child over the cutting board.
Shitty old man. Shitty eggplants. He still remembered the day Zeff had given him an answer as to why he called him eggplant.
He’d shouted the question angrily at the old bastard, tired of being referred to as not just small, but a fruit as well. Zeff had sighed and fished an eggplant out of the vegetable bin. He’d naturally picked the smallest one in there, which hadn’t helped Sanji’s temper at all.
“Eggplant is bitter, nasty, and unpleasant when raw. It’s a strange-looking thing, comes in a lot of shapes and sizes and colors. Theoretically, nobody should have come up with the idea of eating this plant.” Sanji had been about ready to kick the old man’s teeth in at that point.
“But when a chef prepares eggplant, it becomes a beautiful thing. More versatile than most other fruits and vegetables, capable of doing crazy things and making the richest vegetable dishes in the world. All it needs is a little help.” He’d tossed Sanji the eggplant and walked away.
Sanji hadn’t cried then, but he was on the verge of crying now. All over a few bites of eggplant. His hand clenched around the fork and he gritted his teeth. He had his pride as a chef. He was not going to burst into tears over food. Not not not.
Then a rubber arm stretched over and stole the plate, and Sanji chased Luffy around the kitchen until he caught him. Luffy just laughed at his rather half-hearted reprimands and gave him a fleeting hug before bouncing out of the kitchen.
Dammit. Rubber jackass always saw right through him.
He still had some eggplant left in the storeroom. Maybe he’d try tempura tomorrow.
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Date: 2006-02-17 03:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-17 03:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-17 03:46 am (UTC)....Art bribes eh....? *raises brow* So... if I said... I would draw something like... Oh, what say... That one race between Zoro, Ryoga, and Hatsuharu... I could perhaps mention that I would adore a ficlet centered on Johnny and Yosaku?
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Date: 2006-02-17 03:56 am (UTC)Is it bad that the two of them are such a fused unit in my head that I frequently have a hardtime remembering which one is which? They are not Johnny and Yosaku, they're JohnnYosaku.
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Date: 2006-02-17 04:48 am (UTC)Oh god. The two of them fused together? That'd be like... the most ultimate fanboy. Ever. =o_o=;
xD
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Date: 2006-02-17 03:51 am (UTC)Zeff calls him "string bean" in the dub. Pffft...!
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Date: 2006-02-17 04:03 am (UTC)What dub do you speak of? One Piece has no dub. *twitchy eye*
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Date: 2006-02-17 09:49 am (UTC)Hee. Food angst is the best angst.
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Date: 2006-02-17 09:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-24 07:47 pm (UTC)Please don't hurt me. (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/29524287/)
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Date: 2006-02-24 07:56 pm (UTC)And
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Date: 2006-02-24 07:59 pm (UTC)Poor, poor Sanji...Seeing Zoro's face everywhere...-__-;;
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Date: 2008-07-30 04:12 am (UTC)