Title: Midnight Snack
Rating: PG-13 (for mentions of background sex)
Word Count: 460
Pairing: Inferences of ZoSan
Notes: I was actually trying to work on another fic, but this one just demanded to be finished. Chopper's wonderfully lame excuse was again supplied by BluePard . I'm very sorry to those of you who don't care for yaoi. I, myself, happen to like it, and I hope the mention of it won't ruin the story for you.
Chopper was flat out amazed at how well Zoro had bought his gastromical anomaly excuse. Once he had explained to the swordsman that bububolitus was a stomach condition, Zoro was out of the room like a shot, muttered grumbles about shitty cooks and their crappy food left in his wake.
Chopper was in the middle of sending Sanji a silent apology when the consequences of what he'd done hit him.
An angry Zoro was going to confront Sanji, who was in the crows nest, having his turn at watch. The ensuing argument would escalate to the point where the voice of reason (known to some as Nami) usually broken things up, but, being the middle of the night, they would have to fight things through to the end. And Zoro and Sanji's way of finishing arguments could take a very long time…which made it the perfect time to look for Sanji's porn!
He left the cabin quickly and made his way silently to the galley, lest Sanji or Zoro hear him (doubtful though it was that either would hear a thing over the noises they were making). The galley was Sanji's territory. If he had any porn to be found, it would be there.
Chopper tried the cupboards first, hoping to find what he was looking for mixed in among the cookbooks. He tried the fridge next, maneuvering around the Luffy-traps to get there. Then came the broom closet, underneath the sink, the silverware drawer, and amongst Sanji's collection of aprons and oven mitts. When each search turned up nothing, Chopper set his sights on the hold.
Every can was shaken to test that they actually held what their labels said. The contents of open boxes were checked, and sealed boxed were examined for signs they might have been opened and resealed. Still nothing.
Chopper couldn't believe it. This was Sanji after all. How could Sanji have no porn? Knowing that this just couldn't be so, Chopper thought about the places he'd already looked. They were all places Luffy pawed through on a daily bases. He had to look somewhere Luffy wouldn't bother with… like the flour bin!
He dragged a stool over to the bin, climbed onto it, and opened the lid, staring down at the white powder. It would be easy to slip something into a plastic bag, then burry it in the flour. He just had to dig it out.
Chopper stood on his tip-toes and reached deep into the flour, just as the door to the hold banged open, hard. Startled, Chopper fell forward into the bin.
Two hands gripped him around his waist, pulling him from the bin. "Chopper?" Sanji, shirtless and sweating despite the night chill, peered down at him. "What are you doing?"
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