They all knew that it was not a match made in heaven. But it was a match made in hell, and that was just fine too.
Published: 05 Oct 2014
DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Narrator's Perspective
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
"Attacks/Raised Voices"
Settings- Place and Time
Memories/ Diary Entries
A Match Made In Hell
An One Piece original fanfiction
Recollection 1: It's that damned cake!
It was a wonderful day. The skies were clear, the waters were calm. A gentle breeze blew through the Thousand Sunny, caressing the resident pirates with it's motherly touch. All things considered, it was a good day for Zoro to take a nap, and that is exactly what he did.
Not.
I lied.
Except for the part about Zoro sleeping, of course. Duh.
The Thousand Sunny was currently having an "extremely fun ride" amidst the turbulence of the seas and the violent wind that buffeted it incessantly.
Everyone on board was panicking, save for three people who were either having the time of their lives or simply lounging around, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings.
Luffy was currently holding on to the figurehead for dear life, swinging back and forth as the wind pummelled him mercilessly. However, his face belied an expression of ridiculous joy, as his laughter fought for dominance over the howling winds.
His fellow crewmates saw him, but chose to let him have his moment, knowing that if he were to fall, their trusty first-mate and swirly-eyed cook would be there to save him before he hit the water.
Besides, they had better things to do. Such as following the orders of their resident dictator-cum-navigator, who had seemingly taken it upon herself to carry out the duties of the captain.
"Usopp, get back to work! Lower the mast! Hurry, or I'll add another two thousand berries to your debt!"
Speak of the devil.
And being the perfectly responsible writer I am, I shall now turn our attention to our main target. *cue peace sign* (Y)
Okay feel free to ignore that last statement.
Zoro seemed to be unaffected by the storm as he caught up on his precious sleep under a nice shady tree – which was currently swaying dangerously in the wind – on the lawned deck, hidden from Nami's sight.
His head rested on his arm, which was in turn cushioned by the wooden planks behind him. The sturdy swordsman didn't need a soft pillow or a comfortable bed. He just needed to have a quiet, peaceful sleep without any interruptions. Especially from that orange-haired witch.
"RORONOA ZORO, GET YOUR GREEN ASS OUT HERE NOW! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FREAKING STORM, AND YOU'RE SLEEPING YOUR ASS OFF!"
Again I say, speak of the devil.
Zoro agrees. Especially with the 'devil' part.
Suddenly, one of the tree's branches smacked him right in the face, waking him up.
"WHAT THE HELL-" Zoro stopped yelling for fear that the witch would find him and make him do – *cringe* – work.
"I could swear that tree did it on purpose. Or the wind," he muttered childishly under his breath, unsheathing his sword and slicing off the offending branch in a single stroke.
Hearing a giggle, he snapped his head to the left and narrowed his eyes at the offender.
Robin was trying to stifle her polite giggles with a dainty hand, albeit ineffectively.
"It's amusing to watch you try to sleep and fail, Kenshi-san."
"Yeah, it's not as easy to sleep as it seems, when people keep interrupting me. People and trees," he shot her a small glare, although it seemed to lack its usual intensity.
"That fucking tree…," he swore under his breath, promising to find an axe and chop that impudent tree down. No, not his swords. He sure as hell wasn't going to use his precious swords for petty things like chopping trees, no thank you.
Robin giggled again. She was being strangely expressive today.
"Would you like to have some cheesecake, Kenshi-san?"
Zoro stared at her like she'd told him to ask Mihawk to be his sensei. Preposterous. That was never going to happen, nope nope nope. Zoro shuddered. He sure as hell wasn't going to ask to be trained by the very man he had sworn to surpass and kill.
Somewhere far far away, a man sneezed so violently that his large black sword nearly slipped out of his hand.
"Onna, are you out of your mind? You know as well as I do that I hate sweet things. Especially cakes, they're too sweet and sometimes creamy. You might as well as me to wear a pink feathered coat and wear ridiculous gay sunglasses. That's right, it's not going to happen."
OH BUUUURRNNNNN!
Donquixote Doflamingo screamed like a little girl as his precious pink feathered coat burst into flames on his shoulders. He ran around, frantically trying to put out the flames, before Admiral Aokiji froze him and put out the flames. The rest of the Shichibukai and Admirals present looked on in faint amusement.
"Besides, I'm not too fond of anything much besides sake, so unless you can find me a sake-flavoured cake, no thank you."
"But you should try something new, Kenshi-san," she chided gently.
"Fine, then you're having some sake too. Fair enough?" Zoro smirked.
Robin made a funny face, making Zoro snort, proud of himself for being able to draw a reaction out of her, even if it was a negative one.
Robin took a small swig of the sake from the bottle Zoro handed to her.
Immediately, she coughed lightly into her hand, fighting down the violent coughs that tried to force their way out. The bitter taste of the drink was killing her, searing her throat along the way.
Disgusting. How could he stand this?
Simultaneously, Zoro glared at the small piece of cake that sat on the spoon he held, hoping that it would spontaneously combust. Or at least turn into something less sweet.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he stuffed it into his mouth to get it over with quickly.
He immediately gagged, and snatched the bottle of his favourite drink from the wooden table stretched out before himself and his companion. The green-haired swordsman took a long draught out of the bottle to wash down the disgusting taste of the cake.
Ugh. That cake was so sweet that even diabetes would die of diabetes. How could that woman stand it? Maybe she regularly killed her pancreas with sweet food and sprouted new ones with her Devil Fruit ability. Yeah, that must be it.
Now that he thought about it, that was a useful power to have. Now if HE had such a power, he would've drunk all the alcohol in the world, and killed his liver a thousand times over, only to regenerate it again and again. And Chopper wouldn't even be able to complain about it.
Whoops, getting a little off track there.
Robin sighed and took her plate of cake back from Zoro. Perhaps a little forcefully, but she needed it. Desperately.
Who would've known that our favourite Devil Child was a closet sugar addict?
Robin leaned back on her reclining chair, and Zoro relaxed his body against the side of the chair which was covered entirely in a soft velvety fabric.
Not bad, this could make a nice sleeping spot in the future. He had never really appreciated Franky's creations. Sure, he didn't mind sleeping against the rough, hard, wet wooden planks of the ship, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't want a nice comfy chair or even a hammock every once in a while.
"Robin-chwaaaannnnn~~~ Would you like some snacks?" Sanji came noodling into the scene, wriggling his body like a boneless worm. Right, worms don't have bones…
Robin gave a polite smile in return.
Zoro cracked an eyelid open, having been woken up by the voice of an extremely annoying pest. Well, to him at least.
"Actually yes, cook-san. Do you think you could bring me some cheesecake and sake?"
"Right away, my melloriiiineeee~~~"
"Wait, swirly cook. Make that a sake-flavoured cake," demanded Zoro politely (as polite as he could get when talking to his arch-rival), remembering his earlier conversation with the onna.
"Wasn't asking you, marimo! Besides, what the hell are you doing near Robin-chwan's chair?" Sanji exploded.
The swordsman's eyelids twitched in annoyance.
"A-hem," Robin interrupted them, still smiling as though nothing had happened.
"Yeeess Robin-chwan? Would you like anything else?" Sanji melted into a puddle of goo, totally ignoring his rival.
"Same as Kenshi-san. Please make it a sake-flavoured cake. And thank you for being so kind Cook-san," she smiled, eyes crinkling in amusement.
"Of course, Robin-swan~~~," Sanji bobbed away while generating a seemingly endless supply of hearts from his eyes, but not before shooting a deathly glare at his arch-rival. He was clearly torn between denying the swordsman the satisfaction of ordering him around, and fulfilling his "Robin-chwan"'s wish.
And so did the two most reserved members of the Straw Hat crew find themselves lounging back on the reclining chairs, each enjoying their own plates of sake cake.
"Nice, isn't it, Kenshi-san?"
She received a barely audible grunt in response. Of course, he'd be reluctant to ever admit that cake was nice, no matter the flavor. But Robin knew what he was thinking, and smirked in satisfaction.
They finally had a common taste, and a shared preference.
End
Pride: DangoCorn: Dammit, woman, for making me write this. It felt all awkward (and a little cracky). T_T The things I have to do as your onii-chan…Remind my why I even agreed to this in the first place? Anyways, this is my first One Piece fanfic, so I'm sure it's extremely strange and out-of place. OOCness here and there too, cause I'm not too used to the characters; it doesn't come to me naturally. But hopefully I'll get used to it soon. Prompts please? And do drop an honest review on your way out! (i.e. I know this sucks, so please tell me how to improve on it).
- Yours truly, Pride