Title: More than Words
Author: Dai Otenba
Disclaimer: One Piece and it's characters belong to Oda Eiichiro, not me. But like any crazy fangirl, I wish they were.
Pairing: slight Zoro x Sanji
Rating: T
Summary: Some things are just too hard to say, and some people just aren't worth the trouble.
Author Notes: Most of the times I get inspired and try out one of those 'creative' writing styles. This was one of those cases. I wouldn't be surprised if this fails horribly and no one has a clue of what's going on.

This is basically my take on the whole fact that, though Zoro and Sanji cannot stand each other, the fact is that they're nakama, and that entitles them to some obligation to the other. Whether that be companionship, comradery, food, a portable pair of scissors, or a punching bag is all up to them. I'm a sucker for nakama-ship stuff. BFF

I really need to stop naming fics after crappy songs. "cause IIII alreeeeady knoooow" ♪


Hey, shitty swordsman. Don't play around with me, I know you're listening. You know damn well I have something to say.

Don't fucking ignore me. I'm right here.

Damn it, look at me! I'm right here!

This is so ridiculous. Nevermind. Forget it.

...no, no no no. I take that back.

Pay attention idiot!

No, don't. Just... I don't know.

Forget it.

Stupid marimo. You don't deserve it anyways.

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"You say something, ero-cook?"

"I said watch where you're going. I'm not going to look for your sorry ass if you get lost."

"Che. Fuck you."

Inhales deeply. Nicotine filling his lungs. Calming his still jittery nerves.

Rubs idly at his numbed shoulder. Hisses under his breath.

Still hurts.

Almost snapped it off.

Someone's getting an accidental spoonful of spices in their soup today.

Quick glance over his good shoulder. Had no idea where that boulder came from.

Pride broken, but not his body.

Thanks.

Dumbass.

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