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salmon_pink) wrote2008-08-30 07:02 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2008-08-30 07:02 pm
(One Piece) For The Want Of Braaaains
Title: For The Want Of Braaaains
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Words: 201
Timeline: Thriller Bark
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100moods, prompt "confused".
Summary: Braaaaaaaains!
He has his orders. That is all he exists for.
And then that shitty penguin-dog tries to kick him.
Jigoroh Of The Wind will not stand for it. He is a General Zombie. He is a legendary obstinate geezer. He is really pissed off.
They are his orders, and to not fulfil them is shame for a warrior.
Fucking penguin-dog.
He blocks every kick, slices out with his blades, watches in annoyance as the stubby little body manages to move with an agility it should not possess.
He snarls and glares, and it just snarls back, narrowing its good eye.
There’s something about it Jigoroh does not understand. Something about the fight, and the way it effects him. Something about the way he feels when each clash vibrates through his swords.
Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Something like vibrancy, or sunlight, or blood flowing through his veins.
Jigoroh does not understand, and judging by the look in that slowly widening eye, the penguin-dog both feels it and fails to understand it as well.
Jigoroh wants to win, and Jigoroh wants to keep fighting.
And then his next order comes, and Jigoroh really wants to jump off the tower.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Words: 201
Timeline: Thriller Bark
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "confused".Summary: Braaaaaaaains!
He has his orders. That is all he exists for.
And then that shitty penguin-dog tries to kick him.
Jigoroh Of The Wind will not stand for it. He is a General Zombie. He is a legendary obstinate geezer. He is really pissed off.
They are his orders, and to not fulfil them is shame for a warrior.
Fucking penguin-dog.
He blocks every kick, slices out with his blades, watches in annoyance as the stubby little body manages to move with an agility it should not possess.
He snarls and glares, and it just snarls back, narrowing its good eye.
There’s something about it Jigoroh does not understand. Something about the fight, and the way it effects him. Something about the way he feels when each clash vibrates through his swords.
Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Something like vibrancy, or sunlight, or blood flowing through his veins.
Jigoroh does not understand, and judging by the look in that slowly widening eye, the penguin-dog both feels it and fails to understand it as well.
Jigoroh wants to win, and Jigoroh wants to keep fighting.
And then his next order comes, and Jigoroh really wants to jump off the tower.