(One Piece) Flagged
September 30th, 2008 19:22![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Flagged
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Rating: G
Words: 300
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "journal".
Every fighting cook aboard the floating restaurant Baratie respected Owner Zeff’s privacy.
Sanji, however, didn’t consider himself a mere cook.
He didn’t particularly care when they called him an arrogant bastard. He was assistant head chef, he’d paid his dues.
So it had been no big deal to Sanji to stride into Zeff’s room like he owned the place, even if the other cooks might have cowered and blustered at the very idea.
Zeff was down in the kitchen anyway, and he’d been working himself into quite a rage when Sanji had slipped away, so he wasn’t likely to venture up to his room any time soon.
Not that Sanji had planned it that way. He wasn’t afraid of the old fart catching him, or anything like that.
He’d been looking for recipes, because the old man always did like to hold out on him.
He wasn’t expecting to see that symbol.
A yellow duck, a chef’s hat, a fork and spoon crossed behind it.
Sanji reached for the book almost instinctively, heart thundering in his chest.
Except it wasn’t his heart pounding like that.
It was a peg leg on the wooden floor.
Zeff glanced between the journal in his hands and Sanji’s face.
His eyes narrowed.
Very slowly, very carefully, Zeff moved closer, and Sanji didn’t remember stepping backwards, but the desk was suddenly pressing against his spine.
Zeff was close, too close, and Sanji could feel the old man’s breath against his face.
Zeff reached forwards, and the brush of calloused fingers against his hand made Sanji shiver.
Zeff wasn’t blinking. Sanji wasn’t breathing.
He didn’t resist when Zeff tugged the book from his grip.
The silence between them was too heavy.
And then Zeff turned and walked from the room.
Sanji, distractedly, realised he was sweating.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Rating: G
Words: 300
Notes: For
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "journal".Every fighting cook aboard the floating restaurant Baratie respected Owner Zeff’s privacy.
Sanji, however, didn’t consider himself a mere cook.
He didn’t particularly care when they called him an arrogant bastard. He was assistant head chef, he’d paid his dues.
So it had been no big deal to Sanji to stride into Zeff’s room like he owned the place, even if the other cooks might have cowered and blustered at the very idea.
Zeff was down in the kitchen anyway, and he’d been working himself into quite a rage when Sanji had slipped away, so he wasn’t likely to venture up to his room any time soon.
Not that Sanji had planned it that way. He wasn’t afraid of the old fart catching him, or anything like that.
He’d been looking for recipes, because the old man always did like to hold out on him.
He wasn’t expecting to see that symbol.
A yellow duck, a chef’s hat, a fork and spoon crossed behind it.
Sanji reached for the book almost instinctively, heart thundering in his chest.
Except it wasn’t his heart pounding like that.
It was a peg leg on the wooden floor.
Zeff glanced between the journal in his hands and Sanji’s face.
His eyes narrowed.
Very slowly, very carefully, Zeff moved closer, and Sanji didn’t remember stepping backwards, but the desk was suddenly pressing against his spine.
Zeff was close, too close, and Sanji could feel the old man’s breath against his face.
Zeff reached forwards, and the brush of calloused fingers against his hand made Sanji shiver.
Zeff wasn’t blinking. Sanji wasn’t breathing.
He didn’t resist when Zeff tugged the book from his grip.
The silence between them was too heavy.
And then Zeff turned and walked from the room.
Sanji, distractedly, realised he was sweating.
