Name: Demon Slash... or Rice Ball?
Main Character(s): Sanji and Zoro
Rated: PG-13 (cursing)
Dedicated to: Again. My grandparents
Catagory: Humor. You know us fangirls.
Reason behind this fanfic: Well, I liked the one in Zoro's point of view, so I decided to write in in Sanji's this time.
Disclaimer: Uh... well, I own an issue of Shonen Jump with One Piece in it... and... okay. No.
Sanji stirred the rice with a look of disapointment on his face. What was Zoro's problem, anyways? So he made fun of some stupid attack... big deal.
Oi. Stupid swordsman.
Then Sanji smirked, stirring the rice harder. That put an idea into his head. Hewalked over to the cabinet and reached for some ingrediants.
This would get him going. Heh.
He finished his scheme and walked towards the door. He opened it and looked around. There was Zoro... sucking on his finger. Yeah... okay then. He stared for a moment, then shook his head to clear his head. He cupped his hands around his mouth and roused the swordsman from his thoughts.
"Hey! Zoro! Get down here, it's time for dinner!"
"Dammit, Sanji. I have dinner when I want,"Zoro replied with obvious anger.
"Are you sure?" The cook smirked evilly. Time to put his plan into action.
"We're having onigiri!" He widened his eyes, then practically flew into the kitchen to avoid Zoro's sword as it whizzed past his head. It stuck to the mast of the Going Merry and quivered where Sanji's head had been moments before.
"Dammit, what are you trying to do, you ass? Kill me?"
"That was the original plan, but scaring the hell out of you is much more fun."
"Bastard."
"Asshole."
"Retarded asshole."
"Dammit, just go back to your god damn kitchen and and eat your god damn riceballs," Zoro replied in rage.
Sanji shrugged and walked back to the kitchen.
Heh, it worked.
Yup, that's it. Um... yeah. Reviews?
