The Art of Cutting

by Eike

(Topic: None. Not part of onepieceyaoi100)

For all what Sanji said about trying to protect his hands, he was extremely adept at using them. When watching him chop vegetables and slice meat, Zoro felt a certain respect for the other man. His cutting was flawless, all the pieces exactly the same size and done in record time. No bloodshed either, save for that of the red meat.

So at times like these, when he had nothing better to do, Zoro sat down and watched the master at work. He couldn't help but think that Sanji might be a natural at using a sword, if he ever felt inclined to pick up the art.

The soft chopping noises stopped for a moment, and Sanji turned to glare at him. "What are you staring at, fucker?"

On the other hand, it was a good thing Sanji kept his pansy ass in the kitchen -- Zoro couldn't stand the thought of his art being desecrated by that bastard.

"I was just thinking about how you cut like a wussy." Zoro stood up and walked out before he could hear the reply.