30 Day Writing Prompt Challenge
Day 01
'Getting lost somewhere'
By aoi koneko chan
"It's your damned fault!"
"Really? Curly? Gonna blame it all on me when you were ogling those women and missed the turn off?"
"How can I miss the turn off when you are driving! You imbecilic piece of shit!"
"You're playing navigator, damned cook!"
"You said you fucking know the way asshole! I've only been telling you to stay straight every fucking time you want to take the exit ramp!"
"…."
"…."
Sunflower fields surrounded the two belying the tense mood with their sunny optimism.
"Do you have any idea where we are?"
"If I knew, we wouldn't be lost, marimo!"
Zoro took a deep breath and let it out as silently as he could. That fucking Sanji just loved to get on his nerves but he hated letting the blond know just how much he pissed him off, even when it was really true. It was one of the blond's worst character traits that Zoro usually was too apathetic towards to care. However, when he really was pissed at the blond, it grew on his nerves that the blond was enjoying making him angry.
Another deep breath.
Fuck. It was his own fault wasn't it?
He clenched his fists.
Sanji had been about to put the navigation on through his S7 but he had jumped to the conclusion that the blond who never seemed to use the device for himself was mocking the swordsman's sense of direction by turning it on now. He'd hissed at the blond to put it away, ─ he knew the way. Well evidently he didn't and really it's not liked they'd ever been to Tottori before so well….fuck.
He glanced at Sanji from the corner of his eyes. The blond's eyebrow was twitching and his mouth was turned up into that sour pout he only had when he was really ticked off, Zoro had rarely been on the receiving end of that truly pissed look. Fuck. They'd miss the wedding at this point. He wasn't much for stupid grand displays of affection but he knew how much the cook liked them and looked forward to them. Also, there was the cook's stupid moral code to think about as well.
'Fuck you, marimo, there's no way we're just going to the reception that's what lazy fucks who don't even care about the couple do! Showing up to the wedding is the important part, that's the special part of the day. Fuck, anyone who doesn't rock up to my wedding ceremony can kiss their reception seat goodbye!'
He glanced at the dashboard clock. 11:48. Shit. He looked at the cook again who was now using his glossy fringe to cover his eyes, a gambit he usually did when his eyes were watering.
Fuck.
"Hey, cook." He started softly all of the anger had left him now. He just felt like an asshole who had stuffed up majorly on an important day. Oh wait, he was one of those assholes.
The blond didn't respond for a moment before he growled out a 'what?' The cook's raspy voice said it all. He was on the verge of tears, angry ones, frustrated ones, disappointed ones, Zoro couldn't tell, but he knew that Sanji was at the point of almost closing himself completely off again. It was a habit the blond had from childhood, he hated letting people see him sad and masked that with layers upon layers of anger and bitterness and sass.
"I'm sorry."
He saw the cook stiffen but still refuse to sweep his hair away or say anything. However it seemed he got the chef's attention.
"I'm sorry I said I knew the way, we should have used the GPS. Do you still have the cords?"
Sanji gave a curt nod, still hiding his face behind his golden curtain and knelt down to untangle some of the cords in the glove box. Zoro watched him a little concerned. He hoped he hadn't stuff things up too badly now. The wedding was supposed to start midday and he'd heard enough from Sanji over the week to know that rocking up after the bride was one of the heights of rudeness at a wedding. But hadn't Sanji also said that it was customary for brides to arrive later than the scheduled time for their wedding.
He needed to know, but wasn't sure if asking would send Sanji off into another fit. The blond was fiddling with the car charger adaptor and searching on his phone the address. When it looked like the blond had all the gadgetry in order he summoned up the courage to ask.
"Do you think we can still make it before she arrives?"
A small sniff sounded before the automated voice came on over the speakers.
"You are on the fasted route..Destination in..fourteen..minutes..turn left..in..four hundred..meters…"
Another sniff.
"Yeah. Maybe if we're lucky."
Zoro gave a small smile that he knew Sanji could see through his curtain of hair, and indicated off the shoulder. They drove now in comfortable silence. He indicated his turn.
"Hey marimo,"
Over the clicking of the indicator the blond's voice sounded better. Lighter and even…jovial? Zoro slowed before the turn and glanced at the blond and saw his stupid watery eyed grin.
"Nav said turn left, you dolt."
Hi there! aoi koneko chan here!
It's been a rather long while since I've written anything and posted. I have so many half baked ideas for stories but like to have them practically gleaming before I let anyone see, which can be a bad thing because then I never think they're perfect enough.
So to break from that kind of thinking I am challenging myself to do this 30 Day Challenge I found on Pinterest saved by Kiwi Fantasy. The idea is to follow the prompts for the day to write a piece and post the same day. This is gonna be tough for me, cause I definitely am a person who likes to usually wait a day to reread and see if I still like it with a fresh mind. So here's hoping for the best with this challenge.
I'm sorry if Sanji was a little whiny in this piece, I just liked the idea of him holding weddings in such high regard that he's absolutely beside himself with frustration that he and Zoro are going to be 'those people who showed up late.' Also I really like considerate Zoro because I think that's really part of his character. Despite all his gruffness, he really does care to look out for people and make them feel comfortable.
Feedback is great and constructive criticism is always welcome!
