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Apr. 11th, 2006 03:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianYou remember that fandom milestone I told y'all about? This is it.
My one hundredth One Piece fanfic (or hundredth separate fiction entry, anyhow). That's with two zeroes. Good gods, I have no life.
Alice Cooper still writes the love songs what makes the ZoSan happen. Sorry I went off-topic,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mettathron. Crossposted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepieceyaoi.
Title: Love Should Never Feel Like This
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Sequel to Poison. Sanji's got a problem with Zoro.
The shitty swordsman was a problem.
Actually, he was worse than a problem. He was irritation and an insult, a stone in Sanji’s shoe, a tiny nick in his favorite kitchen knife. An annoyance all the damn time, from the second he’d set foot on the Baratie onwards. He told his crewmates that he didn’t know why Zoro pissed him off so much, but deep down inside, he did.
It was because Zoro was stronger than he was.
Not physically—at least, Sanji thought not right now. The way Zoro trained, he might surpass Sanji someday soon. Not mentally—Sanji could outthink that idiot any day of the week. But in Zoro’s belief in his dream up to the point of being willing to die for it, he’d proven himself the better man. When the testing point had come, Zoro had held tight to his goal while Sanji had screamed that it was better to give up your dream than to die pursuing it.
Sanji desired that same strength for himself, craved it until he wanted to grab Zoro and somehow dig the trick of it out of that tanned skin and solid muscle. But at the same time, he hated Zoro for possessing it so effortlessly. The conflict made his stomach knot up unpleasantly and made his already volatile temper flare and shorten to near-nonexistence around the other man.
His first few weeks on the ship, Sanji had tried avoiding Zoro whenever possible. He’d had distractions aplenty in the form of stubborn longnoses to persuade and beautiful mikan-girls to flatter and bottomless-pit captains to feed, but eventually the need to know Zoro’s secret drew him to the swordsman like a moth to flame. Damn if the fucker didn’t keep scorching him, too. When Zoro snarled angrily at him and picked fights, he relished the chance to take out some of his vexation on the person who had caused it.
And then, during their clashes, steel meeting shoe and bodies moving in a near-deadly dance, he’d noticed something.
Sanji wanted Zoro’s strength.
Zoro just wanted Sanji.
It was an amazing revelation. He had power over the man he envied.
Power that the gentlemanly part of his nature refused to allow him to abuse. God dammit.
But still, Sanji couldn’t help seeing how far that desire would get him. Almost flirting, almost inviting, shading their combat with overtones and heated looks until Zoro’s face flushed red and he broke away. Sometimes Zoro would start to reach out, start to touch him, get so close that Sanji could taste it, taste that magnificent strength enveloping him…
And then Zoro would just shut it down. Pull away like Sanji wasn’t good enough for him.
Sanji had never been so frustrated in his entire life. It was like smelling a fantastic recipe he’d never seen before and having it yanked away before he could taste it. He was about ready to kill the idiot marimo-head in his sleep, but Luffy and Nami-san would probably have something to say about that. Zoro did still owe Nami-san money, after all.
Sanji wondered what the hell he was doing wrong. Wondered how it was possible to want and hate and admire and envy a person all at the same time without tearing yourself apart. Wondered if he was going quietly insane to accompany all the noisily crazy people on this ship. Wondered if feeling this shitty about being rejected meant that he was in love.
He hoped not. Last he’d heard, love wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
My one hundredth One Piece fanfic (or hundredth separate fiction entry, anyhow). That's with two zeroes. Good gods, I have no life.
Alice Cooper still writes the love songs what makes the ZoSan happen. Sorry I went off-topic,
mettathron. Crossposted to onepieceyaoi.Title: Love Should Never Feel Like This
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Sequel to Poison. Sanji's got a problem with Zoro.
The shitty swordsman was a problem.
Actually, he was worse than a problem. He was irritation and an insult, a stone in Sanji’s shoe, a tiny nick in his favorite kitchen knife. An annoyance all the damn time, from the second he’d set foot on the Baratie onwards. He told his crewmates that he didn’t know why Zoro pissed him off so much, but deep down inside, he did.
It was because Zoro was stronger than he was.
Not physically—at least, Sanji thought not right now. The way Zoro trained, he might surpass Sanji someday soon. Not mentally—Sanji could outthink that idiot any day of the week. But in Zoro’s belief in his dream up to the point of being willing to die for it, he’d proven himself the better man. When the testing point had come, Zoro had held tight to his goal while Sanji had screamed that it was better to give up your dream than to die pursuing it.
Sanji desired that same strength for himself, craved it until he wanted to grab Zoro and somehow dig the trick of it out of that tanned skin and solid muscle. But at the same time, he hated Zoro for possessing it so effortlessly. The conflict made his stomach knot up unpleasantly and made his already volatile temper flare and shorten to near-nonexistence around the other man.
His first few weeks on the ship, Sanji had tried avoiding Zoro whenever possible. He’d had distractions aplenty in the form of stubborn longnoses to persuade and beautiful mikan-girls to flatter and bottomless-pit captains to feed, but eventually the need to know Zoro’s secret drew him to the swordsman like a moth to flame. Damn if the fucker didn’t keep scorching him, too. When Zoro snarled angrily at him and picked fights, he relished the chance to take out some of his vexation on the person who had caused it.
And then, during their clashes, steel meeting shoe and bodies moving in a near-deadly dance, he’d noticed something.
Sanji wanted Zoro’s strength.
Zoro just wanted Sanji.
It was an amazing revelation. He had power over the man he envied.
Power that the gentlemanly part of his nature refused to allow him to abuse. God dammit.
But still, Sanji couldn’t help seeing how far that desire would get him. Almost flirting, almost inviting, shading their combat with overtones and heated looks until Zoro’s face flushed red and he broke away. Sometimes Zoro would start to reach out, start to touch him, get so close that Sanji could taste it, taste that magnificent strength enveloping him…
And then Zoro would just shut it down. Pull away like Sanji wasn’t good enough for him.
Sanji had never been so frustrated in his entire life. It was like smelling a fantastic recipe he’d never seen before and having it yanked away before he could taste it. He was about ready to kill the idiot marimo-head in his sleep, but Luffy and Nami-san would probably have something to say about that. Zoro did still owe Nami-san money, after all.
Sanji wondered what the hell he was doing wrong. Wondered how it was possible to want and hate and admire and envy a person all at the same time without tearing yourself apart. Wondered if he was going quietly insane to accompany all the noisily crazy people on this ship. Wondered if feeling this shitty about being rejected meant that he was in love.
He hoped not. Last he’d heard, love wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
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Date: 2006-04-13 01:29 am (UTC)