Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Second part of my 100 moods challenge. Once again, some of these will contain yaoi, but warnings will be before the drabble.
Reviews are very appreciated, and other notes are at the end!
100 Moods
Set Two: Bouncy - Crazy
Mood: Bouncy
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Word Count: 500
Vi undrarar ni redo alt vara med
Armarna upp nu ska ni fa se
Kom igjen
Hvem som helst kan vara med
"Remind me again how long it's been?"
"About twenty hours, Nami-san," Robin replied with a smile.
"Robin, how can you be smiling? Ever since we left that last island and Usopp used that blasted tone dial…" she moaned and lay her head on the table. "We're going to be known as the 'dancing pirates' pretty soon!"
"I think it's a good thing," Sanji twirled out of the men's room with an empty tray of food. Usopp and Chopper had gone to sleep for a few hours after exhausting themselves dancing, but Brook and Luffy were still going strong. Franky ducked his head in every once in a while to add calls of "Yow!" and "Super!" to the beat. Sanji had taken to putting in a tray of food periodically as Luffy seemed to be able to eat and dance at the same time. "After all, that music put the Marimo right to sleep," he jerked a thumb at Zoro, who had been snoring for almost the past day.
So ror pa era fotter
O-a-a-a!
Och vicka era hofter
O-la-la-la!
Gjör som vi
Till denna melodi
"It is kinda catchy, though, isn't it?" Franky came up, sipping on a cola, and Robin agreed with a nod.
"Robin, don't encourage them," Nami warned.
"They're only children, Nami-san. Well, except for Brook-san, but he acts like one most of the time," she chuckled.
"It's Luffy. He'll get bored with it in a day," Sanji assured them. "Would you ladies like something to drink? It's going to be a hot day."
"Anything would be fine, Sanji-kun," Nami sighed.
"Mellorine! Right away!" he twirled off.
Oh-ahh-ahh-ahh!
Dansa med oss
Klappa era händer
Gjör som vi gjör
Ta nagrå steg at vanster
"Alright, that's it," Nami stood and slammed the door to the cabin open, meeting the shocked eyes of her four crewmates (Usopp and Chopper having woken up and joined in again). "Enough!"
"But Namiii…"
"I said 'enough!'" she stomped to the tone dial and hit the button to stop the music. "I'm limiting you to only listening to it five times a day until you get tired of it."
"Nami's so mean!" Chopper's nose wiggled as he sniffed.
"What if we get attacked? The Marines aren't going to leave just because they interrupted your dance," she scolded them.
"But Namiii…."
"What, Luffy?"
"One more time?"
"I…"
"Please?" This from all four of them, and she sighed and put a hand to her forehead. "One more time. And if it starts again, I'm throwing that thing in the ocean."
"Yay!"
"Press play, Usopp, press play!"
Lyssna och lar
Missa inte chansen
Nu ar vi har med
Caramelldansen!
Well, Nami thought, maybe one dance couldn't hurt. And Franky was right, after all: it was a pretty catchy song. It could be fun.
She thought differently after realizing that the dance only had one move.
Mood: Broken
Rating: PG-15 ish (touchy subjects)
Pairings: None really, just strong nakama-ship
Word Count: 499
They were all afraid to enter the room. Most of the cabins on the Sunny never got any use, all of them preferring to sleep together in the communal bunks as they were used to doing, but on rare occasions they were needed.
This was one of those occasions, although it was one that everyone would have rather not ever had to experience.
Eventually, and inevitably, Zoro got tired of the hemming and hawing and pushed his way in, unsurprised to see his blonde crewmate sitting on the bed, shoulders slumped and looking utterly and completely broken. He'd had the same look since Zoro's complete lack of direction had led him away from the ship at the last port and into an alley where a group of men had cornered the cook coming back from supply shopping. It had only taken one glance at Sanji's tear-streaked and terrified face to know these men now had a death sentence, and while Sanji, who hurriedly refastened his pants once the men were dispatched, had told him quietly that he had come before anything could happen, it didn't seem to matter.
"Oi, cook."
"Zoro," Sanji sounded weary, defeated, and Zoro felt an irrational flash of anger. "Go away."
"Look, idiot, just stop feeling sorry for yourself already."
"Oh yeah? And how do you suggest I do that, you moronic piece of seaweed? You weren't the one who was almost…who was…" he cursed and flopped on the bed, fist gripping the sheets tightly as a heart-wrenching sob tore from his throat. "And I couldn't…I couldn't even fight them, I…"
"You're not weak," Zoro said firmly, hating the blonde for letting this get to him and at the same time wondering how he himself would react. But there was no time for Sanji to be sitting around in a depressed funk, not with a hungry captain on the loose. "It could have happened to any of us, and besides that, it didn't happen. So get off of your pity pot and go make some dinner. Your girls want to see you."
"No they don't," he sniffed, sitting up and swiping a sleeve across his eyes. "I'm a disgrace. Can't even protect myself from a few street thugs."
"You aren't," Zoro forced himself to be calm, realizing that since yelling at the cook wasn't working, maybe he just had to be a little…nicer. "Sanji," he sat beside the blonde, who flinched before Zoro wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. "I know you aren't. You're a loud-mouthed annoying idiot most of the time, but you're not a disgrace.
Sanji shuddered in his arms before slumping against him, and Zoro held him close. "Stay with me?"
"Yeah," Zoro lay back, pulling Sanji with him, and stayed there as the blonde slowly drifted into sleep. He'd stay with Sanji as long as he needed him to, and then one more day just to make sure he'd be fine.
And he would be.
He would be.
Mood: Calm
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Mentioned LuccixKaku, ZoroxSanji
Word Count: 500
It was a nice town, he supposed. Quaint, quiet, friendly citizens, nice climate…
The fact that they were secret agents (emphasis on 'secret') was probably only to their advantage, as nobody in the little place knew who exactly they were. Blueno had air-doored them practically to the shore, and so for all the citizens knew they were merely shipwrecked; survivors of a pirate attack (and that was true, he supposed, although not in the way these people would presume).
All of this probably explained why he was now seated in a sunny hospital room holding a cup of (very good) coffee with a large white bird on his shoulder. The lack of boisterous team-mates made for a good thinking atmosphere, and he was taking advantage of it.
Nakama. A word he had never really thought of in any context before but suddenly in the past couple of weeks it had been everywhere. From Paulie…thank God he was still alive…to those pirates and that woman, Nico Robin. They had saved her because of that one word, and it…
He sighed and glanced at the man laying in the hospital bed. His…no, nakama was too kind a word to describe Rob Lucci. They were lovers, certainly, but unlike the swordsman and the blonde cook (and he would have to be blind not to notice, even with the tiny bit they interacted in his presence), he could hardly say Lucci would give his life for him because of the concept of nakama.
And besides that, what would the other man do once he woke up? He'd never lost before, and now that he had…well, it was nearly impossible to gauge his mood. Lucci was volatile at the best of times, his so-called 'good moods' bordering on what most people would term sadistic, but he'd never encountered a depressed Lucci (if such a thing were in fact possible) before.
He somehow doubted the older man would be angry, simply because he knew that he would consider his defeat at the hands of someone stronger honourable (in his way) but the biggest question was, of course, what was to become of CP9?
Did the government know they had survived the Buster Call? For that matter, had Spandam survived the Buster Call? (He didn't care, truthfully, and Kalifa at least hoped he hadn't). If he had, they were in danger of being wanted criminals. Spandam would blame it all on them, no doubt.
If he hadn't…would they go back to the government? Or did Lucci have other plans? Because while Rob Lucci wasn't their boss technically, they all looked to him, and if…
Kaku paused, sure the hand in his grasp had given his fingers a slight squeeze, and he glanced up to meet a pair of dark, almost-amused eyes.
"You're thinking too hard again," Lucci informed him, voice raspy from misuse, but he had the calmest smile Kaku had ever seen on his face.
And that one look told him that everything would be alright.
Mood: Cheerful
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Not really…
Word Count: 500
It wasn't particularly hard to tell when he was in a bad mood, which was probably why he was being given unusual privacy. He was seated comfortably in the windowsill, one booted foot hanging off the ledge and a glass of blood-red wine in his hand.
The sun was setting. Only a scant number of hours, and then the greatest war the world had seen in centuries would come to a head. The golden light bathed the ocean and reflected off the whitecaps, flashes of brilliant white that were mirrored in his slightly darker eyes.
The war was worrisome, he thought with a sigh, closing those strange raptor-like eyes for a moment before his thoughts turned inward. All of the warlords had been called to Headquarters, probably on the assurance that since the government was protecting them they would automatically be loyal.
It was a false hope, and a foolish one, considering the current batch of Shichibukai. The government seemed to be forgetting a crucial element, and that was that this was a war of the pirates against the Marines.
Most of the warlords were pirates.
Ex-pirates, perhaps, but that blood ran through them.
He himself was a special case, naturally, but that was only because it got hard doing what he did without some form of guaranteed protection. He had accepted the coveted position because of that protection; because as the greatest, he couldn't afford to be taken out by a fluke.
And currently, there was only one man that he even considered near his level.
A man who travelled with the would-be pirate king.
A would-be pirate king who proudly wore the straw hat of his oldest rival and friend.
And this was where the problem came in. He'd managed to run into the red-haired man on his way to Headquarters, and the change was shocking. Shanks was angry, dark energy pouring off of him in waves, and while it seemed to have something to do with Blackbeard, for once the normally jovial man wasn't talking.
They'd had a drink together, of course, but instead of Shanks being giddy and sloppy and carefree, he was focussed, controlled, and a weaker man than Dracule Mihawk would have been knocked out by the sheer intensity of the emotions pouring out of the pirate emperor.
They'd parted without speaking of the war; they hadn't needed to, but he had to decide between the two: the government, whom he really owed nothing to, or the pirates, who meant essentially the same.
But in the end, at least, it came down to ambition: who wanted it more. He believed in Monkey D. Luffy and his crew; believed that unless they were killed, they would never stop fighting for their dreams.
Shanks had chosen the boy for a reason.
Finishing his wine, Mihawk watched the sun disappear and wondered if he and his longtime rival would ever be able to have a friendly drink again.
And now…
Now, he had a choice to make.
Mood: Chipper
Rating: PG
Pairings: None, really
Word Count: 500
"Good morning!"
"Ugh," was Paulie's eloquent response as he chugged another cup of coffee.
"Is he always like this in the morning?" Lulu, fruitlessly trying to get his cowlick under control, asked aloud.
"MAYBE HE JUST GOES TO BED EARLY EVERY NIGHT."
"Hardly," Iceburg yawned, seating himself beside the other foremen on the stairs. "He's with us at Blueno's bar most nights until late, after all."
"Iceburg-san," Kalifa tapped his shoulder. "You have a meeting scheduled in fifteen minutes…"
"Cancel it."
"As you wish," she scribbled something out and turned as Lucci stalked up, radiating a distinct aura of 'nobody talk to me.' An aura which, predictably, she ignored completely. "Ah, you've finally arrived."
"Lucci!" Paulie waved. "We're just discussing why Kaku there's so chipper in the mornings."
"Don't ask me. Broo-hoo," was Hattori's response, and Lucci snagged a cup of coffee and plopped down beside the others.
"But you're his roommate, aren't you?" Lulu pressed. "If anyone should know…"
"I told you not to ask me," Hattori replied, a tad tersely, and the warning in Lucci's eyes mirrored the tone.
"Has anyone thought to just ask him if you're all so curious?" Kalifa rolled her eyes. "I'm sure he wouldn't be offended."
"Ask me what?" Kaku, all smiles, came over, carrying a beam of wood that normally would have taken about three men to handle properly.
"Why you're so irritatingly chipper in the mornings," Paulie grunted, lighting a cigar and sticking it in his mouth.
"Why not? The sun is shining, the air is warm," Kaku grinned. "And besides, these ships aren't going to build themselves, are they?" he set the board down and set his hands on his hips, strangely reminiscent of a mother talking down to misbehaving children.
"Nmaa, the boy's right," Iceburg stood. "Perhaps if you all shared his attitude, we'd get a lot more done around here. Kalifa, I've changed my mind. I think I will head for that meeting."
"As you wish, Iceburg-san," she turned and gave Kaku a wink before sauntering out after the mayor.
Kaku waved after them before turning and noticing the scowls on the faces of the other foremen. "What?"
"Don't 'what' us, square-nose," Paulie retorted. "Now Iceburg's gonna expect us here early every day!"
"I don't function well before ten," Lulu groaned, getting to his feet.
"WELL, MAYBE IF WE START EARLIER WE CAN GO HOME EARLIER!" Tilestone commented, earning unenthusiastic grunts from the other two as they headed further into the shipyard.
Kaku blinked after them, looking a tad confused, until he felt a presence looming behind him and a voice whispered, "Remember, boy, we're here to blend in, not stand out. Wouldn't do to make our esteemed co-workers angry with us, would it?"
"Says the hypocrite," Kaku replied smartly, and he could feel Lucci's smirk before the other man walked off, pigeon once again talking for him.
And Kaku would never admit it, but the real reason he was a morning person was simply because Lucci wasn't.
Mood: Cold
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Very mild AcexSanji
Word Count: 487
He wasn't quite sure what woke him up. Sounded like clicking, almost, but they were the only ones within miles (well, except for some freaky desert creatures), so what could possibly be making that noise? It wasn't the fire, certainly.
Deciding to avoid any possible danger, he opened his eyes and glanced around. His brother was holed up for warmth in one of the tents with the swordsman, the sniper, and the reindeer, and the two girls had the other.
Meaning…he stood, shaking sand out of his robe and glancing at the fire, unsurprised to see the blonde cook sitting there, huddled in his robe and shaking like there was no tomorrow.
Ace sighed, exhaling a small puff of flame, before walking over, the crunch of his heavy boots on the sand alerting the other man of his arrival.
"H-h-hey, Ace," Sanji muttered, teeth chattering (so that was the mystery noise…)
"Maa, Sanji-kun, it's a night nice, isn't it?" Ace grinned at the blonde as Sanji glanced at him in disbelief.
"I g-g-guess…"
"But then, temperature doesn't really affect me, does it?" Ace pulled a small ball of flame into his palm and tossed it carelessly from hand to hand. Sanji was looking at it longingly, and Ace smirked. He would have been blind not to have noticed how attractive the cook was, and judging by Sanji's reaction when he'd offered to 'help' him in the galley that day, the other man had been having similar thoughts.
"Lucky," Sanji managed to mutter, withdrawing a cigarette that Ace promptly lit for him.
"Here, take that oversized bathrobe off," Ace sat down as Sanji gave him a questioning glance before complying, revealing himself to be dressed in a smart blue dress shirt, black tie and black pants. Man, he was a skinny little kid, Ace thought with a grin. He could fight, though, that much was certain.
"Now what? Gonna let me freeze?"
"Maybe," Ace snagged the light blue robe with a cocky grin.
"Never pegged you for a sadist," Sanji was grinning now as well, and Ace shook his head and dropped down behind the other man, scooting forward so Sanji was leaning back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around the blonde's lithe body. "Mmm, yeah, this could work."
"Tell me if it gets too hot."
"I work in a kitchen, Ace. I'm relatively used to the heat. Besides, when those other idiots run around half-naked I still prefer to wear a full suit," Sanji replied.
"Am I included in 'those other idiots,' then?" Ace asked, sounding slightly offended.
"Nah, you're hardly an idiot," Sanji snuggled back closer. "I could sleep."
"Go ahead. I'll watch the fire."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks. Goodnight, then, Ace."
"Sleep well, Sanji-kun," Ace quipped, earning another quick smile as Sanji dropped off to sleep, content in the knowledge that as long as Ace was around he'd never be cold again.
Mood: Confused
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoroxhis sense of direction…:P
Word Count: 468
"You're sure you're not screwing with me?" Zoro had his hand fisted in the pirate's shirt as the poor man sputtered and babbled that he had, in fact, given out correct directions, and while Zoro wasn't believing it for a minute, he supposed that there was (maybe) a chance he had misheard.
Because he wasn't lost.
No way.
There was only so long you could believe that North was 'up,' after all (even if North was up on a map, and wasn't a map a drawing of the earth? So technically shouldn't North always be 'up'?).
"Fine," Zoro let the poor man go and he scrambled away. Just his luck he was stuck in the forest and had run into a scavenging party from another ship, but one look at him and they'd lost all of the fight left in them, so Zoro had asked directions back to the beach.
And he'd followed them. Unless of course the man had in fact said to turn 'right' at the third evergreen and not the second and…
Well. Third evergreen it was this time.
000
After his fourth return trip to the campsite clearing, he decided that if he saw that pirate again he was seriously going to injure him for leading him on a bogus chase. He'd tried the third evergreen. And the fourth. And the fifth. And he was still back at the…
He blinked as a hand popped out of the ground by his feet, slender fingers beckoning him on, and he decided that it wouldn't hurt to follow Robin's lead. At least she would lead him in the right direction.
Robin, in fact, did send him right at the third tree, but for whatever reason he didn't end up back in the clearing, and instead, after a mere ten minutes (had it really taken him the better part of an hour to find the clearing the first time?) saw the beach and the Sunny anchored offshore.
He trudged toward the remains of their campfire, where Nami was issuing some kind of order. "And…Zoro! We just sent Robin out to look for you!"
Robin herself was emerging from the trees a few yards away, and she gave Zoro an unreadable glance before saying calmly, "It appears Zoro-san has found his own way back."
"Well, well. Miracles do happen," Sanji muttered around his cigarette.
"You want a fight, aho-cook?"
"Perhaps Zoro-san's sense of direction is improving," Robin said kindly, and Sanji began to simper over her intelligence and beauty. Zoro gave her a hurried nod of thanks and Robin returned the gesture with an enigmatic smile as she used a spare hand to fend off the cook.
And besides, it wasn't as if Zoro had needed the help.
Stupid pirate had just given him faulty directions, that's all.
Mood: Content
Rating: PG
Pairings: None, really. ZoSan if you want it.
Word Count: 500
It's a nice night; a clear night. The stars are twinkling brightly in the dark sky, only shadowed once in a while by the smoke from the blazing bonfire on the shore.
He can't remember spending this much time on land ever before (well, there was that one incident on the rock, but he tends to block that out of his calculations when he can) but since he's joined up with Straw-Hat Luffy and his bunch, it seems every week they're stopping somewhere to grab supplies. The stillness of land feels more alien to him than the rocking of the waves; he feels seasick on the shore, as strange as that sounds, and at times it feels like the ground is moving and the ship is still.
And the company…it's alright, he supposes. Luffy and Usopp seem to have bonded, but of course they're still just boys and the same age, and boys make friends oh-so-easily. Nami, too, since the incident at Cocoyashi, and she seems to have what he feels could easily develop into a crush on their captain. Currently the three of them are sprawled out by the campfire in a jumble, and while he knows Nami will screech about it tomorrow, right now she's smiling.
He shakes his head and lights a cigarette, trying to frame the full moon in smoke rings when he hears the crunch of sand under heavy-soled boots and Zoro is beside him, offering the sake bottle.
Zoro is still an anomaly to him. He's fiercely determined and fiercely loyal, sure, and when they were fighting those fishmen he'd proven himself to be a valuable team player…they seemed to think along the same wavelengths…at least within a battle.
Outside, it seemed all they could do was snipe at each other, and yet…
He was a reserved man when it came to dealing with crises, but when he'd seen that hawk-eyed swordsman slash Zoro's chest open…it triggered something within him, some deep primal thing that had been hidden since the god-forsaken rock, and he'd acted on impulse just screamed at the swordsman.
He still didn't know if he was right. Was life more important than realizing your dreams? If somebody told him to give up All Blue and live…
"You're thinking too hard," Zoro nudges his arm, strangely congenial in the darkness, and without really thinking about it he leans his head on the swordsman's broad shoulder, sake sloshing inside the bottle in his hand. "It's a rare night, you know: we're not being chased by anybody and we're not in a snowstorm."
A smile touches his lips and he nods, yawning, before placing the bottle on the ground.
"Oi, Cook?"
"Hmm?"
"If your dream's not worth dying for, then maybe it's not worth living for either."
And there's that whole mind-reading thing once more. But he doesn't mind. Zoro is comfortable, and he can think about life and dreams tomorrow.
And from the quiet snores beside him, he can tell that Zoro agrees.
Mood: Cranky
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: (I told you all this was letting me try new things, didn't I?) LawxKidd
Word Count: 499
"He still out there?"
"What do you think?"
"I take it that's a 'yes,' then."
"Why don't you use that little trick of yours and see if you can drag him over by his sword?" was the hissed reply.
"Well, somebody's in a fine mood."
"May I remind you, Mr. Kidd, that my crew was not the only one captured today," Trafalgar Law peered out from behind the tree, swatting at stray bubbles as they drifted closer.
"Well, you're not going to rescue them by just sitting there, are you?" Eustass Kidd rolled his eyes rather dramatically, wondering why he was stuck on this archipelago with perhaps the most annoying man sailing the seas. Sure, that Monkey D. Luffy was rather childish and naïve, but that was forgivable: he was young.
Law, however, did it merely to get a rise out of him, and while normally this would only have resulted in the other man's death, that strange Paramecia power of his made him someone to be wary of…especially since Kidd didn't know whether or not somebody's body could be put back together once Law separated it.
"Maybe if we both run out there one of us can get away…"
"What are you prattling on about now?" Kidd poked the other man none-too-gently in the back.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to plan an escape route…"
"Why don't we discuss it, then?" Honestly, it was like speaking to a child.
"In case you haven't realized it, Mr. Kidd, I don't really like you."
"In case you haven't realized it, Mr. Law, I don't really like you," Kidd replied flippantly, earning a growl from the shorter man. "But since we're currently stuck in this predicament, maybe it would be best for us both to put aside our differences and work together."
"You'd work with me?"
"If I must," Kidd sounded resigned as he pursed his dark lips.
"Really, then?" Law had a strange gleam in his shadowed eyes as he pressed himself closer. "Alright. Let's work together."
"Your mood's improved, hasn't it?"
"And yours has soured, oh scourge of the seas," Law chuckled.
"Yes, well, apparently being in close proximity with you does that to me."
"You know," Law scooted even closer, "We could minimize our chances of being captured if we were…occupied."
Kidd didn't miss the innuendo, and snorted. "What makes you think I…"
"Please, Mr. Kidd, you'd scare all women off. It doesn't take a genius to figure our your…persuasions, as it were," Law looked smug.
"And you?"
"I take what I can get," Law shrugged. "So? How about it?"
"How about you shut up and stop being such a cocky little…"
Unfortunately, Law seemed to take 'shutting up' to mean shutting both of them up, and as Kidd ended up with a mass of limber, smoky-eyed pirate on his lap he began to wonder if maybe Law actually had a good idea.
For once.
But even if it was, he'd never admit it to the other captain.
Mood: Crazy
Rating: PG-15 (ish)
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 482
He was going to chalk it up to temporary insanity.
He must have drank something funny at the last bar, in order to have come back to the ship and…and…
Zoro shook his head…or at least, as much as he could without giving himself a blinding headache (what did he drink last night? It usually took more than Nami would ever give him to get him drunk) and cast a careful eye on the sleeping man currently using his shoulder as a pillow.
And…wait, they weren't on the ship at all. This was a hotel room! And…
Sanji sighed and nuzzled against Zoro's neck. "Morning," he slurred, mind obviously still sleep-fogged.
Zoro replied with a few choice phrases that lacked any real rancour, and Sanji glanced up at him, blue eyes bright in the rising sun. "You don't remember."
"I sure as heck don't!"
"Pity," Sanji sighed. "You're a good lay."
"Wait, we had sex?"
"No, that's why I'm naked and you're naked…"
"We're naked?"
"Shh, calm down," Sanji levered himself up, and all Zoro could see was blonde hair and pale skin and…oh, man, he really was naked. And a natural blonde, it seemed, and…no, he wasn't looking there. And then Sanji was kissing him, and he should really have punched the other man across the room, but for some reason he was kissing back…
Flashes of the night before came to him in a jumbled heap, reminders of skin and sweat and whispered endearments that he knew hadn't come from either the cook or himself. Those words weren't in their vocabularies.
He was going crazy; that was the answer. He was…
"We still okay?"
And Sanji was looking at him with those darn blue eyes again, and Zoro found himself caressing the smooth skin along the other man's back without even thinking about it. Sanji apparently took this as an affirmative and sighed, giving him another quick kiss before reaching over to the night-table and drawing out a cigarette. He lit it and smoked, arranging them so that Zoro was leaning back against the headboard and he was sprawled back against his chest, legs everywhere and Zoro's arm somehow around his waist.
"I really don't remember."
"Well, if you hated it, you'd have tried to kill me by now," Sanji chuckled. "You haven't, so I can only assume that some part of you wanted this. Wanted us," he clarified, as if it needed clarification.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
And Zoro really didn't feel like arguing, because he was most assuredly going crazy, if the normally snarky cook was complacent and comfortable in his arms, smoking happily as he twined his fingers with Zoro's.
"Oi, cook?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time we do this, I'm going to be sober. I want to remember it."
"Hnn…fine by me, Marimo."
And Zoro realized belatedly that he'd just instigated a 'next time.'
But he'd worry about that later.
Notes on the drabbles:
Bouncy: Caramelldansen is by the group Caramell, and if you haven't heard it (or seen the accompanying dance) I'll link it here: (the vid is an OP one to keep with the theme, of course:)): www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=aIoyY30pLeQ&feature=channel_page
Cold: I totally just wrote AceSan without connotations of ZoSan anywhere. Go me ;P
Cranky: Okay, I never saw myself writing these two (never written them before and never really saw the fuss) but I watched the anime and now I get it, thanks to the wonder that is episode 394 and Law's wonderful *come hither* look (this part starts about 5 minutes in). Because it's such a flirty little head thing, and when you compare it to the fact that he should canonically be flipping Kidd off…my slash brain got working, I fear…Anyway, it can be found here:www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=6oOtu8jAvv0
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