candy-of-doom asked: ZoSan. Sanji is cursed and Death breathes down his neck. Whispers silent words into his ear to keep him from danger every time.
Sanji recognized him immediately and greeted him with a sort of resigned politeness, the man with three swords, the personification of death.
Ever since he'd fallen victim to that stupid curse (the tragic result of a lover scorned) he'd seen this vision of death daily and waited for the day when this specter would take the essence of his life from his body.
Today was not that day though, as once again this merciful reaper whispered advice into his ear. "Stay on the left side of the road today, unless you want to die painfully."
giljethepinkgrinch asked: Who sweetheart didn't you thought about continuing that Zoro the Reaper story? It looks really good and interesting
Zoro's job was simple; receive an order to take a life and see the poor sucker's soul to the other side. It wasn't always pleasant; sometimes the victims were children and sometimes they were surrounded by their loved ones when Zoro came to pull them from their lives, but he managed.
His newest mark was supposed to be easy, apparently the guy had it coming. But when Zoro came face to face with the blond's endless blue eyes… he couldn't. Instead he found himself doing the unthinkable.
"Stay home today," He whispered. "Please."
candy-of-doom asked: Death!Zoro/Cursed!Sanji. Zoro killes everything he touches, but he wants to touch Sanji so much.
Zoro's ability couldn't be defeated; after all, nothing could defeat death, and Zoro was the embodiment of death. Anything he touched would succumb to his powers, and even the most vibrant life would be snuffed out by the gentlest brush of Zoro's fingers.
Sanji held completely still as Zoro's hand hovered over his cheek, his fingers traced the line of the blond's cheek bones, just above the skin, close enough to feel the warmth of the living flesh, but much farther away than Zoro would have liked.
Though Sanji held still, his eyes watched Zoro's carefully, betraying the same desires Zoro felt; the need to touch and be touched.
sunshinesthroughtheclouds asked: This is where I beg for a continuation. Any chance of that?
Zoro stared in horror at the body lying at his feet; a once innocent life now nothing more than a crumpled mass of limbs and rapidly cooling flesh.
Zoro looked Sanji over in a panic; if only the blond had listened to him, this could have been prevented, but the bastard had been stubborn and now this!
Zoro should have felt worse, after all, the man now lying dead on the ground had been taken before his time had come, and Zoro had shortened his life by several years. But he couldn't bring himself to care so much when the man had rushed Sanji with a knife, intent on sinking it into the blond's heart.
That heart belonged to Zoro, he wasn't going to let anyone else be the one to stop it.