Arg. Frustrating.
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chibi_trillianI'm a miserable whore. Sorry, Kajaaaaaa! I'll write your crack sooooon!
Title: Misunderstandings
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jadeprince's request for dysfunctional Zoro/Sanji angst--hopefully not too much with the suck. Crossposted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepieceyaoi. It's a bit like watching a pair of blindfolded people reach for each other and miss over and over again...
You’re so selfish.
You’re uncultured and boorish. You can wear the same clothes for a week running and not care. You sleep too much, eat too much, drink too much, train too much, everything too much. All that’s not really important, though—that’s just you being your idiot self.
What bothers me is that I look into your eyes—at breakfast, over a drink, hell, even after sex—and I see nothing.
No, that’s not true. It’s not nothing. It’s just…you only used to have that flat, hard look when the bandanna came out. But you push yourself harder and harder, force yourself to cut away everything nonessential when you’re fighting. Eventually, some of it quit coming back afterwards. You’re quieter now, more focused. Stronger, like a diamond inside.
They say pressure is what makes diamonds. Diamonds can cut anything. Diamonds don’t scratch, don’t break, don’t bleed.
Don’t love.
Mihawk had eyes like yours are now—sharp and hard and looking at everything like it was a target. Like his soul itself was the sword he cut with, and the one he swung around was just for decoration.
A sword is long, and hard…
…and so goddamn cold.
****
You’re so annoying.
You fuss, you flit, you get upset over the stupidest things. You keep spoiling the girls, even though the entire crew knows what side of your bread you usually butter. You talk too much, try too hard…and you keep asking me for things I can’t afford to give you.
You’re strong and quick and those kicks of yours are nothing to fool with. You can take care of yourself most of the time. You’d probably beat my skull in if I ever implied otherwise.
But eventually, I’m going to run into somebody that I can take, but you can’t. And eventually, one of those people is going to be low enough and desperate enough to try taking out the person or people I look like I’m most attached to in hopes of weakening me.
Six targets is too many for that tactic to work before I kill the fucker for attacking my nakama.
One isn’t.
I don’t want to see a handkerchief draped over your still face. I don’t want to lose anyone else like that ever again. She was enough. If you…because of me…
I wouldn’t break. I don’t think I can break anymore. But I would crack somewhere inside. I might recover, but there’d still be a flaw there where you used to be. And everyone knows that a repaired sword can shatter if pushed too hard—especially if hit in the same place it was damaged before.
I’m keeping you safe this way. If I was a bit stronger, I’d push you away entirely.
Why the hell can’t you understand that?
Stupid idiot cook.
Title: Misunderstandings
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: For
jadeprince's request for dysfunctional Zoro/Sanji angst--hopefully not too much with the suck. Crossposted to onepieceyaoi. It's a bit like watching a pair of blindfolded people reach for each other and miss over and over again...You’re so selfish.
You’re uncultured and boorish. You can wear the same clothes for a week running and not care. You sleep too much, eat too much, drink too much, train too much, everything too much. All that’s not really important, though—that’s just you being your idiot self.
What bothers me is that I look into your eyes—at breakfast, over a drink, hell, even after sex—and I see nothing.
No, that’s not true. It’s not nothing. It’s just…you only used to have that flat, hard look when the bandanna came out. But you push yourself harder and harder, force yourself to cut away everything nonessential when you’re fighting. Eventually, some of it quit coming back afterwards. You’re quieter now, more focused. Stronger, like a diamond inside.
They say pressure is what makes diamonds. Diamonds can cut anything. Diamonds don’t scratch, don’t break, don’t bleed.
Don’t love.
Mihawk had eyes like yours are now—sharp and hard and looking at everything like it was a target. Like his soul itself was the sword he cut with, and the one he swung around was just for decoration.
A sword is long, and hard…
…and so goddamn cold.
****
You’re so annoying.
You fuss, you flit, you get upset over the stupidest things. You keep spoiling the girls, even though the entire crew knows what side of your bread you usually butter. You talk too much, try too hard…and you keep asking me for things I can’t afford to give you.
You’re strong and quick and those kicks of yours are nothing to fool with. You can take care of yourself most of the time. You’d probably beat my skull in if I ever implied otherwise.
But eventually, I’m going to run into somebody that I can take, but you can’t. And eventually, one of those people is going to be low enough and desperate enough to try taking out the person or people I look like I’m most attached to in hopes of weakening me.
Six targets is too many for that tactic to work before I kill the fucker for attacking my nakama.
One isn’t.
I don’t want to see a handkerchief draped over your still face. I don’t want to lose anyone else like that ever again. She was enough. If you…because of me…
I wouldn’t break. I don’t think I can break anymore. But I would crack somewhere inside. I might recover, but there’d still be a flaw there where you used to be. And everyone knows that a repaired sword can shatter if pushed too hard—especially if hit in the same place it was damaged before.
I’m keeping you safe this way. If I was a bit stronger, I’d push you away entirely.
Why the hell can’t you understand that?
Stupid idiot cook.
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Date: 2006-06-01 12:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 01:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 01:22 am (UTC)I liked the style this was written in. With Zoro and Sanji speaking of each other. It's refreshing. And I ABSOLUTELY love your reasonings. Utterly perfect. (I couldn't think of any other reason that's better for these two.) *hearts*
This is so touching and heart-wretching and...definitely one of the best ZoSan I've read. Damn.
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:23 am (UTC)<3
(I'm sorry I can never think of anything decent to say about your stories.)
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:46 am (UTC)*stares at screen*
I love the feelings coming off this, especially in the Sanji POV, and Zoro's. So sad. "A sword is long, and hard… …and so goddamn cold." <-- so much love for this line. TT b
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:06 am (UTC)Now I have the urge to smack someone. Preferably both of them.
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 02:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 02:44 am (UTC)This is gorgeous logic, gorgeous reasoning and just all-around pretty writing. Very true to their characters and an issue that is skirted around a lot in fanfiction.
"I wouldn’t break. I don’t think I can break anymore. But I would crack somewhere inside." Very much love of this line, as well as all the other comparisons of Zoro to a sword.
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:58 am (UTC)I did like that line, despite the "it's pervy...it's pervy...it's SAD!" XD
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 03:01 am (UTC)Six targets is too many for that tactic to work before I kill the fucker for attacking my nakama.
One isn’t.
The fact that he’s keeping the love Sanji wants to see inside makes me squirm with angst love. (And makes me slap’em both in the head.)
Awesome work!
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Date: 2006-06-01 03:09 am (UTC)Your comment summed this up perfectly: It's a bit like watching a pair of blindfolded people reach for each other and miss over and over again... They both want/need something, but just can't seem to understand the other's position. And I feel like they are so IC as well.
<3
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Date: 2006-06-01 03:21 am (UTC)Zoro is a sword in a way--one that's still being forged and honed. Eventually, he'll be sharp enough to slash out against Mihawk and win. *roots for Zoro* ^_^
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Date: 2006-06-01 03:31 am (UTC)They do keep missing each other in the dark, don't they? Zoro thinking he's keeping Sanji safe when he's doing nothing of the kind...
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Date: 2006-06-01 03:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 04:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 05:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 06:58 am (UTC)Exactly like it, guhhh T___T Well, no, Zoro seems to have something of a clue at least, but more like he's actively trying to avoid the hand reaching out to him. Such an immense dorkus, that Zoro, as usual--heart's in the right place, but damn it all, it's Sanji -_-
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Date: 2006-06-01 09:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 09:18 am (UTC)Wonderfully written, keep up the great work.
Kea
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Date: 2006-06-01 09:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 11:36 am (UTC)Should they have tons of hot sex while being locked in said room... all the better. Very nice pull on the heart strings.
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 03:01 pm (UTC)