(One Piece) Choke
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salmon_pinkTitle: Choke
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 263
Timeline: Thriller Bark
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100moods, prompt "sick".
Summary: He didn't hear it, and he should be grateful for that.
“The scream was incredible!”
Of all the things they could have said, why did it have to be that?
Sanji feels his insides freeze, his face drain of all blood.
He hadn’t been about to let Zoro do something so stupid, had stepped past him, demanded it be him instead.
His head for Luffy’s.
He’d stepped past Zoro, but Zoro hadn’t even done him that kindness, and it’s just another bruise now, mingling with all the other different pains in his body, but it gives an insistent throb at their words.
He wonders idly if the pattern of the sword’s hilt is imprinted in his skin. He refuses to look.
He didn’t hear it. He’s glad he didn’t hear it. Except that only makes it worse.
Because now it’s something else, it’s bigger in his mind. Every grunt of annoyance, every growl in battle. Every cough and hiss and curse that he’s ever heard Zoro hide his pain behind claws at him.
Nothing at all. Nothing, in Zoro’s own words.
Sanji hadn’t stopped him, had made the mistake of turning his back on him.
He doesn’t want to imagine it, but he can’t help it. He can’t even begin to recreate it in his mind, yet it roils within him, and it twists and blends with Zoro’s voice shouting at him, Zoro’s voice murmuring to him, the deeper, yet softer noises Zoro makes above him, behind him, when his hands are on Sanji’s skin, Zoro’s laughter and every cough and hiss and curse, and Sanji feels dizzy and angry and useless and sick.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 263
Timeline: Thriller Bark
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "sick".Summary: He didn't hear it, and he should be grateful for that.
“The scream was incredible!”
Of all the things they could have said, why did it have to be that?
Sanji feels his insides freeze, his face drain of all blood.
He hadn’t been about to let Zoro do something so stupid, had stepped past him, demanded it be him instead.
His head for Luffy’s.
He’d stepped past Zoro, but Zoro hadn’t even done him that kindness, and it’s just another bruise now, mingling with all the other different pains in his body, but it gives an insistent throb at their words.
He wonders idly if the pattern of the sword’s hilt is imprinted in his skin. He refuses to look.
He didn’t hear it. He’s glad he didn’t hear it. Except that only makes it worse.
Because now it’s something else, it’s bigger in his mind. Every grunt of annoyance, every growl in battle. Every cough and hiss and curse that he’s ever heard Zoro hide his pain behind claws at him.
Nothing at all. Nothing, in Zoro’s own words.
Sanji hadn’t stopped him, had made the mistake of turning his back on him.
He doesn’t want to imagine it, but he can’t help it. He can’t even begin to recreate it in his mind, yet it roils within him, and it twists and blends with Zoro’s voice shouting at him, Zoro’s voice murmuring to him, the deeper, yet softer noises Zoro makes above him, behind him, when his hands are on Sanji’s skin, Zoro’s laughter and every cough and hiss and curse, and Sanji feels dizzy and angry and useless and sick.
