Oh! Love is a battlefield! *dance*
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chibi_trillianAfter reading Ch. 417 of One Piece and going "WHAT," I started thinking a bit about Zoro's fighting style as of late. Bad idea. I'm sorry, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ptps, I'll write yours sooooooon!
Title: Santouryu
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 417, WATER 7, AND ENIES LOBBY. DUH. Zoro vs. Kaku isn't the only fight going on.
He calls upon my abilities again.
For expediency only, Kitetsu.
For strength. Your coquettish elusiveness in the desert offered me an opening in the armor you had around his heart, oh Blade That Cuts Nothing, and now he draws upon me as well as you.
Elusiveness?! I was teaching him! He needed to make the connection himself, or it would have meant nothing! I offer him self-realization, while you offer only raw, tawdry, bloody power—
Bloody yes, tawdry no. He knows my price and is willing to pay it. Whereas you, my lady, nearly let him die before you offered up your secrets to him. And his weak grasp on those so-precious secrets meant that the next time he needed a blade to cut only what he wanted it to, he used me instead.
He didn’t have a choice.
He did. One always has choices. He could have stayed there and drowned. He could have been bright enough not to get stuck in a chimney in the first place. He could have asked the reindeer to try to pull him free, and thus risked injury and possible death. He chose wisely.
He chose as you contrived. Your grasp on him will not remain.
Oh, I think it will. Already he bears my mark—even the giraffe-fool noticed it. And he has fed me richly on blood and rage this day. Even now, he allows me deeper, pulls upon the true extent of my power for the first time. Kyutouryu is only the beginning. Soon he will be wholly mine, just as countless others before him, and I will purge the last of this ridiculous weakness from his heart.
Mercy and honor are not weakness.
He allows his enemies to live that they may attack him again. Weak and foolish. The Black Blade would not—
Do not presume to speak about that which you know nothing of. I have faced the Black Blade and come away whole. Zoro still breathes because of mercy and honor and respect. You feed this day thanks to the “weaknesses” you so mock.
I would be feeding anyway. That puling shopkeep would have passed me on if he had to pay someone to take me, and if they had proved boring I would have taken their life and found another. It was foolish of Mihawk to allow such an enemy to keep living and growing stronger. I will have his heartsblood and power, and then I will have Zoro’s. His strong left arm is mine even now. I have only allowed him to keep it because he promised to be far more entertaining with than without. He has lasted longer than most, but eventually he will pay the price of my purchase in full.
****
Yubashiri guarded her master’s chest, her quick, light edge deflecting the giraffe-man’s nonstop attacks with difficulty. Wadou Ichimonji and Sandai Kitetsu’s bickering argument was both familiar and common, but this time, it looked like Sandai Kitetsu was winning. Even now, the curse that tainted him surged out and wrapped around her, feeling like a thousand grubby, greasy fingers on her blade.
The curse swelled, Zoro slashed out with three blades made nine made a thousand, and Sandai Kitetsu howled victory over Wadou Ichimonji’s protests.
Yubashiri worried and did not worry at the same time. She worried that Sandai Kitetsu would carve his name and bloodthirst into her master’s soul, but at the same time, she did what the other two blades did not—she considered the people around Zoro. Years of sitting quietly masterless in that sword shop had taught her to pay attention to matters other than whether she was clean and dry and sharp and whether her master would use her with skill.
What she had seen these many months heartened her. Sandai Kitetsu might demand his tribute in lives, but the boy in the straw hat would never allow it.
ptps, I'll write yours sooooooon!Title: Santouryu
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 417, WATER 7, AND ENIES LOBBY. DUH. Zoro vs. Kaku isn't the only fight going on.
He calls upon my abilities again.
For expediency only, Kitetsu.
For strength. Your coquettish elusiveness in the desert offered me an opening in the armor you had around his heart, oh Blade That Cuts Nothing, and now he draws upon me as well as you.
Elusiveness?! I was teaching him! He needed to make the connection himself, or it would have meant nothing! I offer him self-realization, while you offer only raw, tawdry, bloody power—
Bloody yes, tawdry no. He knows my price and is willing to pay it. Whereas you, my lady, nearly let him die before you offered up your secrets to him. And his weak grasp on those so-precious secrets meant that the next time he needed a blade to cut only what he wanted it to, he used me instead.
He didn’t have a choice.
He did. One always has choices. He could have stayed there and drowned. He could have been bright enough not to get stuck in a chimney in the first place. He could have asked the reindeer to try to pull him free, and thus risked injury and possible death. He chose wisely.
He chose as you contrived. Your grasp on him will not remain.
Oh, I think it will. Already he bears my mark—even the giraffe-fool noticed it. And he has fed me richly on blood and rage this day. Even now, he allows me deeper, pulls upon the true extent of my power for the first time. Kyutouryu is only the beginning. Soon he will be wholly mine, just as countless others before him, and I will purge the last of this ridiculous weakness from his heart.
Mercy and honor are not weakness.
He allows his enemies to live that they may attack him again. Weak and foolish. The Black Blade would not—
Do not presume to speak about that which you know nothing of. I have faced the Black Blade and come away whole. Zoro still breathes because of mercy and honor and respect. You feed this day thanks to the “weaknesses” you so mock.
I would be feeding anyway. That puling shopkeep would have passed me on if he had to pay someone to take me, and if they had proved boring I would have taken their life and found another. It was foolish of Mihawk to allow such an enemy to keep living and growing stronger. I will have his heartsblood and power, and then I will have Zoro’s. His strong left arm is mine even now. I have only allowed him to keep it because he promised to be far more entertaining with than without. He has lasted longer than most, but eventually he will pay the price of my purchase in full.
****
Yubashiri guarded her master’s chest, her quick, light edge deflecting the giraffe-man’s nonstop attacks with difficulty. Wadou Ichimonji and Sandai Kitetsu’s bickering argument was both familiar and common, but this time, it looked like Sandai Kitetsu was winning. Even now, the curse that tainted him surged out and wrapped around her, feeling like a thousand grubby, greasy fingers on her blade.
The curse swelled, Zoro slashed out with three blades made nine made a thousand, and Sandai Kitetsu howled victory over Wadou Ichimonji’s protests.
Yubashiri worried and did not worry at the same time. She worried that Sandai Kitetsu would carve his name and bloodthirst into her master’s soul, but at the same time, she did what the other two blades did not—she considered the people around Zoro. Years of sitting quietly masterless in that sword shop had taught her to pay attention to matters other than whether she was clean and dry and sharp and whether her master would use her with skill.
What she had seen these many months heartened her. Sandai Kitetsu might demand his tribute in lives, but the boy in the straw hat would never allow it.
