Forgotten Mementos
Zorro and Sanji actually met once before as kids.how it happened and why they don't talk about it now. No pairings, sorry. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ////
"Hey! Old geezer! Why do I have to do all the rowing?" a young Sanji shouted as his poor muscles burned. The port was too small to accommodate any of the travel ships Barrattie had leaving them to get as close as possible and then row, still that didn't explain why the small blond had to do all of it!
"I was nice enough to let you come brat, that's why."
"Arg! I'm not a little kid!"
"Then you can row and show me what a tough adult you are." Remarked Zeff.
" Pfft! Why are we even here? It doesn't look like it has anything we need, anyway."
"Don't judge things by looks alone, boy! You'll be easily defeated by an opponent or ruin an other wise good meal if you follow that course. This place actually carries a lot of local faire from the surrounding land locked area. Plus we need to stock up before the stormy season." He kicked the small boy every few words to get the lesson burned in.
Sanji stayed silent thinking about it as he tied the boat to the small dock. Noise of boys laughing made the small cook look up though. A small crowd students dressed in black followed their sensei into town toward a large inn.
"A fighting school? Excellent!"
"Sanji."
"Oh, come on old man! I never get to fight with anyone my age let alone off the boat!"
"If you damage my reputation here though no more shore trips."
"Ha! I won't embarrass you old man! I'll win!"
"Yeah sure."
"Are you doubting me???"
"Let's go! Grab our stuff, we need to get to the inn before nightfall."
"Why do I have to grab all the stuff? I rowed! You should carry it!"
"Special training." The small cook grumbled as he lugged the huge load up the hill toward the inn. Secretly, his heart leapt. This was going to be a good chance to see how good he had gotten!
Zorro and Sanji actually met once before as kids.how it happened and why they don't talk about it now. No pairings, sorry. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ////
"Hey! Old geezer! Why do I have to do all the rowing?" a young Sanji shouted as his poor muscles burned. The port was too small to accommodate any of the travel ships Barrattie had leaving them to get as close as possible and then row, still that didn't explain why the small blond had to do all of it!
"I was nice enough to let you come brat, that's why."
"Arg! I'm not a little kid!"
"Then you can row and show me what a tough adult you are." Remarked Zeff.
" Pfft! Why are we even here? It doesn't look like it has anything we need, anyway."
"Don't judge things by looks alone, boy! You'll be easily defeated by an opponent or ruin an other wise good meal if you follow that course. This place actually carries a lot of local faire from the surrounding land locked area. Plus we need to stock up before the stormy season." He kicked the small boy every few words to get the lesson burned in.
Sanji stayed silent thinking about it as he tied the boat to the small dock. Noise of boys laughing made the small cook look up though. A small crowd students dressed in black followed their sensei into town toward a large inn.
"A fighting school? Excellent!"
"Sanji."
"Oh, come on old man! I never get to fight with anyone my age let alone off the boat!"
"If you damage my reputation here though no more shore trips."
"Ha! I won't embarrass you old man! I'll win!"
"Yeah sure."
"Are you doubting me???"
"Let's go! Grab our stuff, we need to get to the inn before nightfall."
"Why do I have to grab all the stuff? I rowed! You should carry it!"
"Special training." The small cook grumbled as he lugged the huge load up the hill toward the inn. Secretly, his heart leapt. This was going to be a good chance to see how good he had gotten!