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Pairing: Zoro/Ace
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the boys, Oda-sama does
Notes: Ahaha... Sanji's a perv. Totally stole the idea from Kinbu's super awesome picture. Just let me know if you want me to pull the story down, luv!
"Give it here."
"No way. Get your own."
"You took the last one!"
"Your problem, not mine," Zoro drawled and took a swig from the bottle in his hand. Ace grinned and promptly tackled him, knocking the swordsman onto his back and reaching for the liquor. Zoro wrenched it free of Ace's fingers, holding the bottle out of reach. Ace whined and squirmed, kicking Zoro's kneecap in his quest for the last bottle of alcohol. Zoro yelped and threw his own attack, thus their struggle quickly turning into a full out brawl.
Sanji rolled his eyes as he watched the two wrestle on the floor. "You two really need to grow up."
Ace looked up at Sanji, a fistful of Zoro's shirt between his teeth, Zoro's hand scrunched up in his hair. Zoro growled, still holding the bottle out of Ace's reach, and said, "Deal with it."
"Shut up, asshole. You're both pissing me off," Sanji snapped.
"Then…" Ace grabbed for the bottle and nearly caught it. "How about you…" Another near miss. "Pretend we're doing something other…" Almost got it. "Than pissing you off?"
"What the hell could the shitty swordsman do that wouldn't piss me off?"
"I'd like to know too," Zoro admitted, shoving Ace's face back. "Then he wouldn't have an excuse to nag me."
"What if you pretended Zoro was something you liked?" Ace offered before Sanji could yell at the swordsman and get them off topic. "Like… a woman?"
Zoro froze and Ace cackled, snatching the bottle and chugging what was left.
"What the hell?" Zoro shouted, shoving Ace's head into the floor. "Don't say things like that!"
Sanji blinked. What if Zoro as a girl? Hmm…
She'd be a lot thinner than Zoro was, Sanji mused, with a white shirt falling gracefully off her shoulders. Zoro was too modest (usually) for a miniskirt but would instead wear dark pants that rode dangerously low against her hips, green sash wrapped around her waist. She'd have a black hairpin to hold back her long, flowing green hair rather than that ugly bandana the real Zoro had and black sandals rather than those ugly boots the real Zoro wore.
And Ace… Definitely a miniskirt this time, as short as legally possible. Her black hair was cut chin length and her bangs fell into her face just oh-so right. That ridiculous hat was gone, the color Ace was known for rather in the shape of an orange bikini top. Her freckles gave her a hometown girl sort of appearance, but the knee-high leather boots that hugged her legs and the teasing glimpse of a garter around her thigh told otherwise.
And they were not wrestling because beautiful women did not wrestle. Instead they shoved each other playfully and giggled when they fell to the floor in a pile of legs and arms and bedroom eyes… and…
It was around that moment that Sanji ran out of the gallery in search of something to stop his nosebleed.
And maybe some time alone.
Zoro glared at the man still sprawled on top of him. "You really didn't have to do that to make him leave. Why do you do such stupid things?"
Ace grinned wickedly, sitting up and leaning back to lock the door behind him.
"You did say use any means necessary."
Zoro glared at him before Ace leaned down with a soft chuckle and reminded the swordsman exactly why he tolerated the many stupid things Ace did.
- Kinbu's picture can be found here (remove the spaces): http://kinbu. deviantart. com/art/Boobies-4680218