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Telling a Story
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Stupid Attitudes
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The fox stared horrified at the wolf.
"You're a wolf," he bristled, pulling back as the other went closer.
"So?" the wolf said, trying to take yet another step closer to the hissing fox.
Sharp teeth were shown, the fur on the back stood on end, and the growl rolled from its throat.
"I don't walk around with wolfs! It's dirty! It's forbidden!"
The wolf growled "Why the hell do you care about what I am? That's stupid!"
"What's stupid is your way of thinking,"
The wolf jumped and attacked the fox,
trapping it to the ground he nuzzled his nose against his.
But the fox turned around and bit him, till blood coloured his face
"Why a fox? Why not me? What's wrong with me?" the wolf asked angrily.
"I don't play with wolfs!" the fox sneered, snapping after him again, and hurried away,
before it felt that special warm he so much longed for, but also feared.
It was a wolf!
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Twenty-five days… no, twenty-six to be more precisely. Zoro sat with his head in his hand, legs crossed and watched the blond who turned more red in the face. He couldn't stop looking at him, observe him, watch him… and oh how that irritated the cook to no end. He pulled a smile and shifted his head into his other hand, as he watched the tension in the man's shoulders. He winced slightly and grimaced as he saw the blue-purple and green-yellow marks on the chef's throat, remembering that day again. Apparently, after he had run away from what he did, he got into another fever induced trance and somehow had fallen into the sea. He remembered sitting on a stone, not too far away from the sea, thinking about what he had done, feeling terrible, and he had tried to stand up. Apparently right after that he must have lost consciousness and tumbled down into the water, where the cook had found him, dived in to grab him and had pulled him back up on the shore… all those other 'memories' had, thankfully, only been dreams.
Sanji roared in frustration and threw a piece of firewood towards the swordsman, who just barely avoided it at the right time. Momo jumped up and hissed at the cook. Said cook stood up and turned around. "STOP FUCKING STARING AT MY ASS ALL THE TIME, YOU DAMN PERVERTED MARIMO!" he roared up and threw a kick towards the swordsman, that just blinked confused at him. He was hit square over the face and tumbled back. Momo jumped up and bit the chef in the leg. Sanji screamed up and stumbled back. "Fucking overgrown housecat! Let go, damn it! Momo, fucking let go! Argh! STOP FUCKING LAUGHING AT ME, SHIT-HEAD, AND MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS OVER HERE AND GET HIM OFF ME! NOW!"
Zoro couldn't help it and roared in laugher. "Okay okay," he said, trying to calm himself down as his stomach hurt from the 'brutal' demonstration "come here, Momo. Don't hurt your teeth on that skinny idiot over there, and don't try to eat him; you'll just get sick from it."
"And the hell you mean with that, shit-head?" Sanji snarled as the tiger let go of his leg. He inspected his leg; it was a bit bloodied, but not much, seems it only had been a light bite. "Damn overgrown shitty-cat," he mumbled for himself, Momo wheezed at him, and he glared back at the kitten.
"Oh?" Zoro said teasingly and pulled a little smile "So, you mean you taste good then, cook?"
"Huh?" the blond said puzzled and yelped as the swordsman all of a sudden sat really close to him. "Oi! Get the hell out of my face, shit-head!" Zoro smiled even wider and Sanji shuddered by it.
"I wonder if you really do taste as good as you say?"
"I didn't say a fucking thing, marimo! Just get your fucking face out of my vie-"
He widened his eyes as he was pulled into a kiss, peering at the marimo's hands that held his head stubbornly where it was. Zoro licked his lips and the chef gasped in surprise. The swordsman used this moment to slip his tongue into the others mouth and began exploring it. Those hands about to curl around his throat, were now leaving it and grabbed his shoulders instead. He smirked into the kiss, deepening it even more, finally getting a moan from the chef. He liked the taste of the blond, even though he had a lack of nicotine in his mouth, the spiced and sweet taste just matched up wonderfully with each other. He sighed in delight, while hearing the chef do the same, before Sanji began trying to fight him again, pushing him away, and with a well placed knee it worked.
Zoro bit Sanji's lip as he suppressed a scream and crumbled down to grab his abused lower parts. Sanji pulled away from him immediately tasting copper in his mouth. He dried the blood off with his fingers, but as they lightly brushed over them, the image of the other kissing him, came into view. Like back then. He gulped and stared horrified at the other man.
"The hell… you did that for… cook?" the swordsman growled at him, and for a moment Sanji felt himself pale and freeze, his heart skipped several beats. Then he put himself together and stood up, though his legs felt very wobbly… damn it!
"Damn shitty marimo," he cursed "the fucking hell you think you're doing, huh?" he could feel the anger boiling inside of him. Damn that fucking shit-head! What did he think Sanji was? Someone you just could kiss whenever he pleased? Fuck! He wasn't even into such things! His hands clenched hard together, so much that his knuckles turned all white. He took a deep breath. "You think you can do whatever it pleases you, you damn FAGGOT?" Sanji bit himself in the tongue as that 'word' slipped out, but couldn't pull it back, and even when the swordsman looked up on him with that look, he felt something shatter inside of him. The marimo looked so… hurt. An expression he never wished never to have seen. Sanji regretted it immediately what he just had spitted out, but that 'word' was out hanging in the air, and couldn't be pulled back. Fuck! He sighed and scratched his neck. "Look, sorry but…" he sighed again "Zoro. I'm not into such things, ya know? You of all people should know that my heart belongs to the lovely women. I'm not a fa- I mean I'm not into being with another man, okay?" 'Damn, stop looking so hurt, marimo. You make me feel like I have beaten a helpless puppy!'
Zoro looked down and grimaced as he mumbled something for himself, and Sanji didn't dare to ask him what he just had said. The blond ran his fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes for a moment. Damn fucking situation he had been thrown into. Damn fucking situation he had thrown himself into!
"Damn it, marimo! I'm a ladies man! Not a men's man! Okay?"
Zoro stood and pushed him away as he walked past him. "Got you pretty clear, cook. You're not a faggot like me,"
"No, wait, Zoro, I didn't mean it like tha-" he stopped at once in his pace after the younger man, as the tip of a sword was shown right up in his face. Following the blade all the way up with a glance, he was met by a dark glare that could even send the devil on the run.
"Leave. Me. Alone… Cook!" the last word was full of venom as the swordsman spat it out in disgust. He turned his back towards him as he retrieved the sword back into its hilt. Momo jumped after him, and with a last glance on the chef, he mewed sadly and disappeared. Even the kittens' eyes were clear enough: How could you?
Sanji slumbered down to the floor and felt his heart arch, sadness slowly was choking him. God, what had he just done? But… it was true! Right? Of course it was! Why the hell should he be with a man? A man, for crying out loud!
'Because he's the first one to show you love? Making you react in a way that no woman has ever done, even though you didn't do anything other than being yourself?' he heard his inner voice ask. Sanji crutched down and grabbed his hair tightly.
"Shut the fuck up, damn it," he growled. "I'm not into that!"
'And what is the problem to even try it?'
"I can't,"
'Why? Because he's a man, and you are one too?'
He gritted his teeth hard together. He hated discussing with himself like this… that voice was always right. 'Why does my heart hurt so much?' he whimpered as he asked himself and felt a tear running down his face.
'It's not always a good thing to suppress things. And you can't destroy his heart more than you already have, right?' Sanji groaned.
'Fuck! What have I done again?'
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Zoro sat on a cliff and stared directly into the sinking sun. Its soft colours floated out on the oceans surface and on the heaven above. Behind him he knew the sky was darkening, slowly taking over it. The little tiger breathed slowly, indicating he was in deep sleep already. Momo hadn't left his side ever since this morning, ever since he had placed himself on this spot to stare out over the endless ocean. A lukewarm wind blew in his hair, making the short strands move a little. He sighed and looked down at the ocean right underneath him. Sharp stones and rocks were pointing out from the cliffs side and up from the frowning waters, about fifteen meters underneath his dangling feet. The skies darkened and the heaven turned black, as the sun disappeared into the ocean. The wind changed to be cold and heartless. Night was over him. Stars lightened and the moon now came into view, just right above his vision. He didn't even want to move his head up to look at it. It just reminded him of himself, and his longing for the sinking sun he would never be able to reach.
He was aware of that…now.
He pushed himself back, until his back hit the side of a large stone. He leaned up against it and crossed both legs and arms, and shivered slightly by the chilly wind. He still had no shirt on, the one he had before was ruined and long gone, the bandages warmed almost nothing, only when the heat was hitting directly on him. Zoro closed his eyes.
Sanji moved on top of his legs, placing himself in his lap. He lit himself a cigarette, inhaled the poisoned smoke, for then to exhale it up in the air. He looked down at him with a smirk. "Yo, you've grown roots already, Marimo?" he plucked the cigarette from his lips and leaned down closer. "I wonder if whatever you'll grow will be eatable." The soft lips touched his, gently, then they opened, let a tongue into his mouth while the blond started moving on top of him. Groins rubbing against each other as the cook sucked out his soul, he was lost at hearing the other's first moan, turning him even more on than he already was. The cook panted and whispered into his ear. "I want you…!"
Zoro jolted to awareness. Fuck. Just a dream. He had to stop dreaming like that.
He cracked an eye open and looked down as he felt movements on his lap. Momo made a sleepy sound and make himself more comfortable in his warm little "nest". Zoro pulled a little smile as the tiger-kitten fell asleep again, and closed his eye again. He frowned as he suddenly pictured the chef sitting on his lap again and his own arms around his thin frame. He imagined how the chef would snuggle into him as he slept peacefully in his lap.
Zoro shuddered. Why couldn't he stop thinking about him?
Why had he ever begun thinking of him as more than a friend?
And why would his heart and mind just not want to forget him?
He felt pretty fine without this new feeling before.
"You think you can do whatever it pleases you, you damn FAGGOT?"
That last word kept echoing in his mind. He should have known it was impossible.
'But you haven't even tried to push him!' Zoro groaned as his inner voice began talking to him. Damn irritating inner voice.
'So what should I do then? Force him? Grab him?'
'Kiss him like never before? Fight against him until you win and show him that you're serious? Is there a problem with that?'
'Yes, fuck-head! It sounds so damn desperate!' he furrowed his brows and squeezed his arms more around his body.
'But aren't you? Don't you think you have been alone for too long?'
"Fucking shut up, already," he mumbled and soon fell asleep into a dreamless sleep. What he wasn't aware of, was that somewhere in the night, two ocean-blue eyes observed him before they disappeared into the woods again.
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~To be continued~
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