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chibi_trillianAh, Alice Cooper. You write the love songs what makes the ZoSan happen.
The truly entertaining thing is that my entire collection of Alice Cooper songs were given to me by a guy who was hitting on me via music. I finally figured it out after he sent me "Hell Is Living Without You." I'm slow like that.
Title: Poison
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Zoro's got a problem with Sanji.
The Love Cook was a problem.
Actually, he was worse than a problem. He was a distraction. After the debacle with Mihawk, Zoro felt he couldn’t afford distractions. That was why he’d asked Johnny and Yosaku if they minded parting ways with the Strawhats after the fight with Arlong. They’d gotten better, but Zoro couldn’t look out for them all the time and where Zoro was going, he’d need to. He missed them, but it had to be done. No distractions from his goal, now that he truly knew how far away it was.
But the fact remained that he wasn’t the only one training out on the deck of the Going Merry anymore, and watching Sanji move and stretch and spread his legs impossibly wide made Zoro’s thoughts less clear, less focused. It was a good thing Sanji seemed content to chase Nami and annoy Usopp most of the time.
Most of the time. Every now and then, he’d go out of his way to bother Zoro. Zoro shredded the tension he felt between them by snapping at Sanji, picking fights and snapping at the cook. It worried him, though, that he was enjoying Sanji’s swift temper and the flash of long legs far more than he ought to. And as Sanji and Usopp became friends instead of uncomfortable acquaintances, the Love Cook seemed to need to get his daily dose of arguing in elsewhere and sought out Zoro’s company more and more often.
Poison. The man was an irritating poison designed solely to weaken the resolve of the would-be greatest swordsman in the world. And Zoro hadn’t a clue what to use as an antidote. Well, aside from killing him. Luffy would have something to say about that, and Zoro had already had his fill of fighting his captain after Whiskey Peak.
Like all good poisons, Sanji had gotten worse over time. Lately, whenever their battles were most heated, Sanji would pause and give him a knowing look. His eyes seemed to say, I know you want me. All you need to do is surrender to me, and you can have it all.
But Zoro had vowed never to admit defeat again. So even when Sanji was close enough to touch, even when the Love Cook would too-casually show off his body in front of him, even when desire burned in his veins like acid and he wanted to throw the chef to the deck and take him then and there, he resisted. He was strong. He was focused. He was as purposeful and as sexless as the swords he wielded.
The greatest swordsman in the world couldn’t afford the critical weakness of a lover at his side.
The truly entertaining thing is that my entire collection of Alice Cooper songs were given to me by a guy who was hitting on me via music. I finally figured it out after he sent me "Hell Is Living Without You." I'm slow like that.
Title: Poison
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Zoro's got a problem with Sanji.
The Love Cook was a problem.
Actually, he was worse than a problem. He was a distraction. After the debacle with Mihawk, Zoro felt he couldn’t afford distractions. That was why he’d asked Johnny and Yosaku if they minded parting ways with the Strawhats after the fight with Arlong. They’d gotten better, but Zoro couldn’t look out for them all the time and where Zoro was going, he’d need to. He missed them, but it had to be done. No distractions from his goal, now that he truly knew how far away it was.
But the fact remained that he wasn’t the only one training out on the deck of the Going Merry anymore, and watching Sanji move and stretch and spread his legs impossibly wide made Zoro’s thoughts less clear, less focused. It was a good thing Sanji seemed content to chase Nami and annoy Usopp most of the time.
Most of the time. Every now and then, he’d go out of his way to bother Zoro. Zoro shredded the tension he felt between them by snapping at Sanji, picking fights and snapping at the cook. It worried him, though, that he was enjoying Sanji’s swift temper and the flash of long legs far more than he ought to. And as Sanji and Usopp became friends instead of uncomfortable acquaintances, the Love Cook seemed to need to get his daily dose of arguing in elsewhere and sought out Zoro’s company more and more often.
Poison. The man was an irritating poison designed solely to weaken the resolve of the would-be greatest swordsman in the world. And Zoro hadn’t a clue what to use as an antidote. Well, aside from killing him. Luffy would have something to say about that, and Zoro had already had his fill of fighting his captain after Whiskey Peak.
Like all good poisons, Sanji had gotten worse over time. Lately, whenever their battles were most heated, Sanji would pause and give him a knowing look. His eyes seemed to say, I know you want me. All you need to do is surrender to me, and you can have it all.
But Zoro had vowed never to admit defeat again. So even when Sanji was close enough to touch, even when the Love Cook would too-casually show off his body in front of him, even when desire burned in his veins like acid and he wanted to throw the chef to the deck and take him then and there, he resisted. He was strong. He was focused. He was as purposeful and as sexless as the swords he wielded.
The greatest swordsman in the world couldn’t afford the critical weakness of a lover at his side.
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