Wanted to post this before I left on holidays, because I've finally got this batch written! I have no idea when the next will be out, though…

Disclaimer: See Chapter One

100 Moods

Set Four: Ecstatic to Flirty

Mood: Ecstatic

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: ZoSan

Word Count: 467

Notes: The sort-of promised omake to my fic "21 Guns," although it's not necessary to read that first! Also spoilers for Chapter 544.

Promises made to yourself were evidently hard to keep. He knew that, way back on Kambakka Island, he had sworn that the first thing he would do upon seeing Zoro was to jump on him and kiss him senseless, but now that the crew was back together (and after the shedding of many happy tears and relieved tears and Franky's adamant shouts of "I'm not crying, you jerks!" and Chopper's shouts of "I'm not happy, you jerks!" and Brook's shouts of "I'm so happy I could cry! But I can't actually shed any tears! Skull Jo~oke!") he was strangely reluctant.

Zoro looked none the worse for wear, and apparently the pink-haired ghost-girl had helped him out, but still…

But still.

A promise was a promise, and he swore that he would, and now that he was finally (finally) out of that horrible sack-y dress and back into his own clothes, his perspective had evidently shifted.

Maybe he should just talk to Zoro…

But no. Zoro wasn't much of a talker.

So then…

He groaned and rubbed his temples, glancing up to notice that Zoro was looking at him, and his expression was completely unreadable. He didn't look happy or relieved, certainly, but it wasn't really scorn and it wasn't really…

Oh, screw it.

He almost expected Zoro to let him fly by completely when he jumped, but the green-haired man caught him in mid-air and the kiss that resulted was hardly the most romantic thing it could have been.

His forward momentum was still a little strong, for one thing, and he almost knocked the swordsman over, but all things considered it could have been worse.

At least Zoro was kissing back.

Scratch that, this wasn't kissing anymore.

He had enough awareness left to register the rest of the crew had gone eerily silent, at least until Robin's knowing chuckle and Nami's exasperated murmur of, "Finally!"

Luffy and Brook's jaws were evidently on the ground; Franky was crying about 'beautiful manly love' (and using Chopper as a handkerchief, apparently, which the little fuzzball was not amused about); and Sanji caught Usopp's eye and the sniper gave him a sigh and a wink.

"Oi, cook, I'm over here," Zoro's low voice rumbled in his ear, and he turned with a scowl as the younger man rolled his eyes.

"But the view's so much better that way," Sanji inclined his head toward Nami and Robin, but there was only a smile in his voice, and Zoro picked up on it and smiled at him in return before leaning in for another kiss. A quick glance showed Nami, Robin and Usopp herding the others away, and he smirked before diving farther into the kiss as Zoro held him steady.

Maybe sometimes acting on instinct was a good thing, after all.

Mood: Embarrassed

Rating: PG-13

Pairing:…it's a surprise. Not really, but I won't say ;P

Word Count: 490

Warnings: Modern AU. And strangely Hamlet-influenced.

"There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow."

I don't know why I spoke the words aloud, and yet for some reason they have always meant something to me. Something intangible, perhaps not what they truly mean, but maybe it has to do with the fact that I see myself as that sparrow.

A sparrow trapped by a cat, unfortunately, and for five long years it has been thus. One of the perils of working as an undercover operative: missions have no time frame, and while we both understood this one would be particularly difficult, neither of us could have predicted the length of it.

I swore to him I would remain faithful.

It's been a long five years.

We come from different backgrounds; different countries even. I've lived in the States long enough for my originally prominent English accent to be all but diminished, and while his family hails from Italy, he's never had an accent to speak of.

I still continue to speak of him in terms of the present, because I can't bring myself to believe, even after all of these years, that he has been killed. I feel a tad like a virginal young maiden, waiting for her lover-to-be to return from some far-off war in some far-off country.

We've all read the stories: the ones that stand on the rocky cliff each day, staring at the ocean and praying.

Not that I do that; of course not, but the comparison seems valid in my eyes.

My colleagues tell me I'm crazy for waiting: not only because it's been so long, but because my lover is hardly the type of man who would return the sentiments had our positions been reversed.

His name means 'light' in his native language, but there has always been this interminable darkness around him. Just another of life's great ironies, I suppose, although when he's with me, and only with me, a different side of him starts to emerge.

He always halts it before it can grow too much, but I know it's there, and the thought is comforting.

I need all the comforting thoughts I can scrounge up to keep my hope alive, and I place my copy of Hamlet back on the bookshelf as the door behind me creaks open, and I turn, not really expecting any visitors.

I didn't expect to see him, of all people, and before I can even speak I'm crying, and oh, Heavens above, it's embarrassing. He hates emotional displays, I know, but I could care less at the moment.

I look at him through the tears, and he looks unchanged: a little older, a tad more weather-worn, but still the same man I fell in love with, and for maybe the first time, I'm not afraid to call it that.

And later that night I discover that, most assuredly for the first time, he's not afraid to call it that either.

Mood: Enamored

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: ZoSan

Word Count: 475

"Ah, my dear, you know I have sailed all over the Grand Line…"

"Really?" The young woman's eyes were wide as she stared at the blonde.

"Indeed; I've braved many dangers and seduced the loveliest women, but I daresay that I have never seen any creature as gorgeous as you. Are you, perhaps, free for the night?" his voice dripped honey, and the girl swooned and nodded.

Zoro watched with a grunt as they left the bar together, and he gave the cook two hours before he'd interrupt them. After all, they were sharing a room, and if some buxom strumpet was currently moaning in pleasure it wouldn't interrupt his sleep.

This was mostly because he'd rather hear the cook moaning in pleasure, but that was beside the point.

So, two hours and a bottle of rum later (it would have been more but the darn witch wasn't putting out in the money department) he left the bar and headed to the room, entering and breathing a sigh as he realized the girl had gone.

Seeing Sanji sitting on the lone bed (and really, Nami was just being cruel now. One bed. Che), naked and smoking save for a sheet pulled strategically over his waist, he tried to stifle all of the many thoughts that were encouraging him to forgo all pleasantries, flip the blonde over and take him.

"Oi."

"Hey," Sanji glanced up lazily, hair golden in the lamplight and his skin darkened with amber highlights. "Who gets the bed this time? I'm too tired to fight you for it."

Zoro grunted and kicked off his boots, sliding his shirt and haramaki off before simply crawling on beside the cook and flinging an arm around the other man's waist as Sanji squawked in surprise.

"Oi! What's the big idea?!"

"I'm tired. I don't want to sleep on the floor. I'm sick of you screwing all these frilly chicks who don't care one way or the other. I'm going to sleep."

Sanji processed this for a moment before asking quietly, "So what? Does that mean you care?"

Zoro grunted and opened one eye, moving over to press a lazy kiss to Sanji's stomach as the blonde blushed. And promptly tried to hide it by kicking him, but even he wasn't flexible enough to kick Zoro with the other man laying basically over his legs.

"Oi. Oi, you can't molest me and fall asleep!"

"Not molesting you. Just don't like to see you get used like that."

"Yeah, well…"

A snore answered him, and he huffed a breath and slid down in the bed, letting Zoro stay where he was.

So.

Idiot was in love or something and too scared to admit it, was he?

Sanji smirked and let his fingers brush the triple chimes as he closed his eyes.

This was going to be fun.

Mood: Energetic

Rating: PG

Pairing: None

Word Count: 496

It wasn't that he was unused to spinning around in the middle of a fight and finding himself pressed against someone else's back (Zoro and he had a pretty solid routine, after all) but when Zoro wasn't there, it was a little disconcerting.

He didn't let it get in his way, though: this was his first fight in far too long, and he revelled in the burst of adrenaline that surged through him at the thought.

Still, it might be good to know who was behind him, because after all…

His eyes met a pair of vaguely familiar ones, and while the first words out of their mouths "So you're alive?" were probably not situation-appropriate, they both shrugged it off and got straight to business.

"How many d'you reckon there are?"

"Fifty, give or take. You?"

"About that. Can you handle half of them?"

"This is nothing. You?"

"Likewise."

And sure enough, mere seconds later they were pressed back-to-back again, but this time the definite lack of new enemies meant they were forced to confront each other.

Marine HQ was a big place, and while he was fairly certain the rest of his crew was there, it might take a while to find them (and those darn Marines kept popping up) so he really couldn't afford any delays. It was lucky, he reasoned, that the other man seemed to share his viewpoint.

"Would you be adverse to us working together?"

"Together?"

"Yes. The old adage: 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.' Unless, of course, you…"

"Oi; oi. I'm a pirate, not a barbarian," he lit a cigarette and sighed.

"You're looking for your crew, I presume."

"Yeah. And you?"

"My team and I split up so as to avoid detection. But I daresay the company would be appreciated. There are a lot of enemies to take down," the other man glanced furtively around, swords steady in his hands.

"So what are you guys now? Fugitives?"

"In a way, I suppose. It's all quite a large misunderstanding, but…"

"What? The government blames you guys for Enies?"

"Precisely."

"Hnn," Sanji exhaled a puff of smoke. "And lemme guess, that sadistic boss of yours got off scot-free."

"You're very perceptive."

"Someone on my crew has to be," he quirked a smile. "Well, should we head out? It's a long way to wherever we're gonna end up, and I still feel like kicking some serious Marine tail. You still in…?" he held out his hand expectantly.

"Ah…Kaku," the agent returned the handclasp.

"Sanji," Sanji replied. "How long can you go?"

"My stamina is rather incomparable. And yourself?" Kaku gave him a quick flash of a smile.

"As long as I need to," Sanji replied truthfully, swearing silently to all of his nakama that he was on his way.

It may be an unconventional pairing, but right now the most important thing was staying alive, and if an ex-government agent was the key to that…well, he'd certainly take it.

Mood: Enraged

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Not really. Nakamaship.

Word Count: 485

"You think he'll come?"

"It's Luffy. Of course he'll come," Sanji almost snapped, but he caught himself. It wasn't Usopp's fault they were stuck in a dank underground cell, chained down to opposite sides.

No, it certainly wasn't Usopp's fault. It was, predictably, the Marimo's. Again. Because he'd gotten lost, and they'd gone to find him, and got captured by a rather irate group of bounty hunters in the process.

But it was impossible to even be mad at Zoro, not with the other man close to death. Those scum-sucking toads had shot him with some kind of sedative, but they'd given him a lethal dose.

For a normal man.

Zoro was far from normal, but Sanji was monitoring the other's fever closely. It wasn't good.

And it wasn't like he cared, or anything, but he still possessed the completely rational urge to storm through the stronghold and make sure all of these Neanderthals got a kick to the groin that buggered all their chances of ever reproducing.

He scowled and lit a cigarette, the chains around his wrists clanking as he moved.

"How is he?"

"His fever's getting worse," Sanji announced grimly, blowing some smoke out of the side of his mouth while one of his fine-boned hands smoothed back Zoro's hair. He'd refused to let go of the man when they'd surrendered (and ended up with a rather nasty punch to the gut because of it. He was sure Usopp was terrified of him, standing there with blood running from his mouth as he held Zoro in a death grip) and as such they'd chained them together. "It's not good, Usopp."

"But he'll make it, right? He's Zoro!"

As if that explained everything, and Sanji sighed and let his fingers rest against Zoro's heated neck, feeling the fluttering pulse beneath his fingertips. Not any weaker than the last time he'd checked, at least. "Usopp, I…"

"Cook?"

It was weak, but definitely there, and Sanji felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. "Baka Marimo."

"I don't feel so hot."

"No kidding," Sanji continued petting the other man's hair, and Zoro sighed and nuzzled closer to the touch, that at least proving how far gone he was. "You've got a fever."

" 'M sorry."

"For what?"

"Getting lost again. Getting you both into this…" he focussed blearily on Usopp before closing his eyes and groaning. "Why isn't Luffy here yet?"

"He'll get here when he gets here," Sanji said, holding his temper by a thread. "Just stay lucid for me."

"What?"

"Should have known. Don't go to sleep."

" 'M tired."

"Zoro! Idiot!" Sanji shook his shoulder gently. "Usopp? Help?"

And Usopp launched headfirst into a tale of dashing bravery while Sanji noticed with relief that Zoro opened his eyes to listen.

Good. Now all they had to do was wait for Luffy.

And then…

Then, some people were going to pay.

Mood: Enthralled

Rating: PG-15 (mind-control, blood)

Pairing: ZoroxSanji

Word Count: 494

Notes: This is what listening to the new Green Day album does to my muse…

He could only watch, and it was killing him. Slowly.

He had no idea what sort of sadistic Devil's Fruit this man possessed, but it seemed to hold an ability almost akin to hypnosis.

Being controlled would be better than this…better than watching his friend…his…

Sanji. Hands…his precious hands, and it was almost like the sadist knew how special they were to him, but if Zoro didn't get through…

He'd never use them again.

They were already almost ruined, courtesy of some sort of serrated knife the cook was holding, compelled by the strange power to…

Zoro shook his head, his throat already raw from yelling at the blonde to stop, but only once had Sanji turned, bright cobalt eyes darkened to a shade that was unearthly. He was completely and utterly under the spell of their enemy, and even in the dim, almost half-light of the room Zoro could see the blood running down his gorgeous hands, snaking in rivulets along his pale arms as he held one palm in front of his face, a weird little smile on his face.

He had to get through to him, break this spell…

The man who had initiated it was long gone, seemingly only appearing to wreak havoc and then departing. Zoro hadn't even seen him.

He was afraid to touch the other man, for fear it would only make him hurt himself worse. But what else could he do? Nothing was getting through to him, not even…

Not even…

He didn't yell the next time, instead simply saying the cook's name in one of those rare instances, the syllables slipping off of his tongue like a lover's caress as Sanji visibly jerked, the knife falling from his suddenly nerveless fingers, and Zoro saw the human light re-enter his eyes, followed by an abject horror, and then…

Indescribable pain, and Sanji collapsed, staring at his ruined hands in disbelief. He glanced to the knife once, and Zoro knew what was running through his mind.

He wouldn't let the cook use it on himself. Not that way.

He jumped, kicking the blade away while Sanji launched himself at the swordsman, sobbing uncontrollably as Zoro just held him, blood smearing down his shirt as Sanji clutched at him.

"It's okay."

"No...my dream…"

"Sanji, it's okay," Zoro pulled him up, stared into those tear-bright eyes, and, almost as if in his own trance, bent his head to catch the cook's lips in a salty kiss. Sanji sobbed into his mouth and pressed against him, moulding their bodies to each other. "Sanji; Sanji," Zoro murmured against his lips, "We'll get Chopper. It's not too late."

Sanji just shook his head, but he closed his eyes and let Zoro lift him, nose pressed into the swordsman's neck as he ran.

"What if I can never cook…"

"Don't think that way. Ever." He started to move faster.

It wasn't too late. The blonde was stronger than this.

He knew it.

Mood: Envious

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: None specified

Word Count: 489

He had thought that it was jealousy. It made sense, after all: this desire to get one of them…just one of them to pick him to hang out with after work. Of course, the problem lay in having an odd number of foremen anyway, and while sometimes Iceburg would invite him over, the other man was busy running a city and didn't have a lot of idle time (plus he had to deal with Kalifa, and that was just stressful).

He could hardly count the number of nights he was sitting alone in the bar, gambling his hard-earned money away (and then having to run like mad from the debt collectors) while he was sure the others were having a good time elsewhere.

Tilestone and Lulu always went out together, to do 'manly things,' which Paulie equated to "we don't want to deal with you and your debt problem." Not that Tilestone was such a great guy to hang with anyway…after all, when he spoke, the city heard. Lulu was relatively normal, but he seemed wary of Paulie's habits, and so unless the whole lot of Galley-La was going to Blueno's he typically avoided the other man.

And the other two…they were worse yet. Always off together whenever they had a break, although Paulie for the life of him couldn't figure out how Kaku could talk to that pigeon-freak without going crazy.

He was convinced Lucci was just playing some sort of elaborate game, anyway.

Feh. Ventriloquism.

It's not like it made the man popular…okay, so people were kind of interested when they saw the bird talk, and the women seemed to think Lucci was handsome, and…

Feh. Not a chance.

So he was relegated to sitting in bars by himself, and planning out how he could get somebody to hang out with him…

At least, until that night at the mansion…

When he'd heard that voice for the first time, and wished he was wrong about Lucci being able to talk, because it made everything hurt more. Silky, full of whispering, poisonous lies: we were never your nakama.

Seeing the shock, the quickly masked hurt in Kaku's eyes at the words, but he stayed. Stayed to follow that sadistic man, and why?

What did Lucci have that he himself didn't? Why could he compel others to fight with him even when they didn't fully believe?

He supposed he'd never figure it out. He hadn't thought he would survive that night and then…then he was at Enies Lobby, taking on the world, and he still couldn't help feeling that familiar envy, that for five years he had believed a lie.

Revenge was sweet, after all, and maybe he was letting his emotions get the better of him, but…

"Oi."

The swordsman turned, and he heaved a breath and spoke. "When you find those guys…tell them from me…"

No regrets, now. They'd chosen their path, and he his.

"…they're fired."

Mood: Excited

Rating: PG

Pairing: ZoSan if you see it, but extremely mild

Word Count: 497

Nami was excited.

Now, normally he wouldn't care whether or not his navigator was excited (generally because it was over money, and he didn't see the appeal. Food, however…)

And going back to why he cared, that was it. Food.

She had told him to be quiet when they returned to the ship from their shopping excursion, and he was hardly going to listen, but then she'd threatened him with no meat for a week!

Needless to say, he was being quiet.

Usopp was looking a tad more afraid than normal (after all, they were just going back to the ship!) and he kept shooting these suspicious glances at Nami. Luffy had seen the two of them talking before, but he had been distracted by this funny old guy in the marketplace. He had this funny talking parrot with him that repeated everything Luffy said, and he got it running on a continuous mantra of 'Meat, meat, meat!' that was funny until Nami had punched him and dragged him away.

So now they were back at the ship, and Usopp and Nami were talking about money, but he wasn't really listening. He spotted Zoro and Sanji near the railing and was about to rocket over and say hi, but just as he started to call "Zo-" Nami clapped a hand over his mouth and reminded him of her previous 'no meat' threat.

He was about to ask why when she moved stealthily closer, and he and Usopp followed; Usopp was looking more scared by the minute, but he was ready to start laughing in his customary way until a glare from Nami silenced him once more and he began to pout.

Instead of going up the gangplank, however, she snuck around to the far side of the dock so that they could see the bow of the ship. "N-N-Nami, maybe we should just head back into town for a bit…"

"Can it, Usopp," she hissed, crouching low and motioning for the others to follow her. "You're just worried you'll lose."

Oh, was there a bet? Luffy hadn't paid any attention; frankly he was still thinking about the talking parrot. But there was something else going on here, and he peered at Sanji and Zoro as Nami started to grin, Beri signs flashing in her eyes.

"N-N-Nami?" Usopp tried again. "Nami, we shouldn't get so close, they'll…"

"Hah!" she jumped up in triumph and Usopp groaned. Luffy couldn't see what was so exciting; Zoro just had his arm around Sanji's shoulders and they were whispering about something. Boooring. "Pay up, long-nose."

"Hai, hai," Usopp rolled his eyes and handed over the money. "But who would've thought…those two…" he shook his head and walked off.

"Come on, Luffy. Let's go back to the village."

Nami tugged his wrist and he followed, forgetting all about what happened on the ship because right now there was something even more exciting on the way: it was almost time for his afternoon snack.

Mood: Exhausted

Rating: PG

Pairings: None, really…

Word Count: 494

"She's a beautiful ship, isn't she?"

Iceburg glanced at Franky before taking a sip of his beer and turning to stare back at the water. "Nmaa, she's your dream-ship."

"That she is. At least she's got a fine crew to sail her…"

The mayor hardly missed the wistful note in Franky's voice, and he said quietly, "You know you have to go with them."

"Haha, good one, Baka-burg," Franky let out a strained laugh. "My place is here, remember? My dream was…"

"To build a ship to rival the Oro Jackson, I know. But tell me, how will you have proof it sailed the world if you are not there to see it?" he yawned and leant back, glancing sideways at his companion.

"They're good kids. If anyone can do it, it's them."

"But you won't know," Iceburg shook his head.

"What? You trying to get rid of me?" Franky obviously bristled. "What's my family gonna do, huh? I saved them! If it wasn't for me, they'd just be petty criminals. What if they go back to that? And how can I abandon my little sisters?" he guzzled an entire bottle of cola before turning to glare at the older man.

"Nmaa, we'll take care of them, Franky. I'm sure that if they can dismantle ships they can learn how to build them. We need more competent workers, regardless, after…" he closed his eyes and stopped, pointedly not thinking about the three people he'd employed who had lied to him for five long years.

"Yeah," Franky cleared his throat, looking a little shamed, and Iceburg sighed.

"Regardless, Franky, you know you have to join them."

"It's your ship as much as mine. If I go…"

"I'm the mayor," Iceburg said sternly. "I can't just run off. Besides…I'm old."

"I'm hardly young anymore, either," Franky muttered.

"But you're…" Iceburg stopped, reluctant to phrase the words 'not human,' although Franky caught the gist of what he was going for.

There was silence for a while, and Iceburg leaned back, finally feeling the many hours he'd put into the ship catching up. He was preparing to sleep when Franky said quietly, "Do you think that…if I hadn't gone after Tom…it would have turned out this way?"

"We'll never know," Iceburg stared up at the clear sky. "I know it changed me forever."

Franky visibly flinched at the words. "I…"

"No, I overreacted. It wasn't your fault, Franky, but…" he sighed and got to his feet, emptying the rest of his mug as he gestured to the boat in the water. "Think about it. Your dream is too big to let go of now."

"You…"

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," Iceburg raised his hand in a wave as he walked off, looking for a proper bed, while Franky stared after him for a good while before turning back to the water and gazing upon the ship…his ship.

" 'Too big to let go of, eh?' Heh, we'll see."

Mood: Flirty

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: LawxKidd

Word Count: 494

"One of these days, he's really going to kill that boy."

"Perhaps, but it will not be this day," Basil Hawkins said absently, glancing from one young captain to the other and blinking slowly.

Drake silently reminded himself never to make those empty comments around the eccentric man; sometimes he tended to forget that Hawkins had some strange Devil-Fruit power of future-sight, but the blonde man always reminded him of it soon enough.

However, Hawkins' continual oddities weren't what had caught his attention this time around: rather, it was two of his fellow high-bounty captains, namely Eustass Kidd and Trafalgar Law.

And the large, burly man whose lap Law was currently seated in; the smoky-eyed young pirate was whispering things into the strange man's ear, and by the rather tight grip said man had on Law's waist, Drake could pretty much guess what was being said.

"Love problems." Hawkins was absently flipping over tarot cards.

And of course he was right. It wasn't hard to tell that Kidd was insanely jealous, but by the seductive smirk on Law's face and the almost-resigned one on Kidd's, it also wasn't hard to tell that, somehow, it was the red-haired man's fault.

And while Drake suspected that perhaps the two young men thought their secret flings were in fact secret, you would have had to be blind not to see that they were lovers.

"There's going to be a confrontation soon," the enigmatic man beside him muttered, and Drake was beginning to regret sitting beside him. It took a lot of the fun out of life when he knew what was going to happen before it did.

But, sure enough, it appeared that Law wasn't satisfied with just provocative whispers, and he was now quite unashamedly making out with the yet-unnamed man.

Kidd apparently had also decided that it was enough and stood up, holding out his hand as Law raised his own.

And if it was a battle between their abilities, Drake wasn't sure he wanted to be around. Things were going to start flying very soon.

"What's the matter, Mr. Kidd? Can't stand seeing me have a little fun?" Law said, his clear tenor carrying through the tavern.

"When I suggested we get a drink, Trafalgar, I had no idea that the words somehow implied that you should feel up another man," Kidd replied, an evident growl in his voice.

They continued to stare each other down, electricity crackling from Kidd's fingers while strange rotating wheels of light appeared under Law's outstretched hand.

"Well, I daresay I could use a refill."

"Hawkins, you realize that…" Drake motioned, indicating that the other man would have to walk between Law and Kidd to get to the bar.

"Naturally. But I am not going to die today," Hawkins slid off the stool and walked forward with a polite, "Pardon me, gentlemen."

Drake groaned and rubbed his temples with a pained grimace.

They were all crazy.

All of them.

That's it for this time around ;)

Hope everyone enjoyed, and please let me know what you think!!!