Politically Correct ch. 03
I've got a lovely handful of papers due these next two weeks soooo no 3 chapters a week (assuming I can actually tear myself away from writing this long enough to focus on academics). &actually this works out perfectly. The end of this chapter turned out to be a good place to stop for a breather (for me). =]]
Title: Politically Correct
Rating: chapter: T [Overall: probably M we'll see if it goes into NC-17 range (might as well go all out yeah?) ]
Word Count: 2,432
Pairing: eventual Zoro x Sanji + a smattering of side pairings
Summary: AU set in the San Francisco Bay Area
Nami has decided that she's tired of Sanji constantly chasing after girls only to be taken advantage of & decides to take a more active role in Sanji committing to a Real Relationship.
Disclaimer: Odacchiiii is a dear for creating such slashable characters. I, however, am not.
Notes: If there's ever some obscure reference you don't understand, let me know and I'll add a footnote. Unless you guys hate footnotes. Then I can stop putting them in? (or at least stop embedding the markers within the paragraph)
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"Slacking off are we?"
Sanji turned around at the voice and stubbed out the cigarette that had been sticking out from between his lips.
"Namiswaaaaan are you done with your meeting already? Where are the lovely Vivi and Robin?"
"Yeah. I’m done. It's definitely a risky investment, but the profit potential for the movie is really tempting and Vivi seemed quite taken with the actual plot..." Nami muttered, not mentioning that "quite taken" wasn't exactly the right way to put it. Vivi had been frozen in place when she had been told the film concept.
"She and Robin are still caught up in a discussion about Alabasta's recent history and changing social culture. Or something to that effect. Not really my area." She yawned.
Nami wasn't going to let Vivi's eagerness to accept the position as financial backer for the film bother her. The movie was about Alabasta and Vivi had probably seen in it the potential to raise interest in her relatively unknown country.
Tourism would be good business and it would be strategic if the Alabastan government was planning on making itself more of an international presence.
And Nami could understand that.
Afterall, tourists are the Sanji of the marketplace: all too willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money on something that isn't real.
She looked up at Sanji and leaned in just the slightest, sighing.
"It's too bad the meeting went on for so long. I missed breakfast this morning and it looks like you guys have already started cleaning the kitchens."
Sanji didn’t mention that, yes though the stoves were off, the tables were still obviously filled with food. Or that Nami’s meeting was supposed to have lasted for another hour.
"Ohhh my mellorine. I would choose death before hearing such a sad sigh escape from your lips ever again. I will make you a meal befitting your beauty; you’ve only to wait a minute longer!"
She gave him a smile and he twirled away.
For a while she had tried to stop taking advantage of him so much. And then she resolved to at least feel guilty about it. Ultimately she settled for trying to feel guilty and when that failed she made sure to properly reprimand herself.
She felt guilty about not feeling guilty.
Well, admitting is half the solution, right?
She was feeling better already.
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Zoro ripped off his splint and chucked it into the nearest trash bin. After the distraction of amazingly good- how the hell did the studio afford such high quality - food had been finished with, Zoro had finally gotten around to reflecting on the fight.
And he was pissed.
He knew he had been itching for a good fight (his sensei at the dojo had called it 'moping') and now he had just missed his chance.
Normally, the reduced movement caused by the splint wouldn't have been a problem. Normally, it wouldn't even be a handicap. Zoro's santoryuu style left him able to wield a katana one handed. In fact he was better when he had one sword in each hand. He was used to it. Normally, a sore wrist and a papercut on his leg wouldn't even qualify him as being 'wounded'.
But the blonde had noticed. And that meant there was something to notice.
It burned Zoro to think of how weak he must’ve seemed for his opponent to stop the fight.
“Sooo… what’s up with Zoro.”
Ace looked up and accepted the beer being held out to him.
“Why thank you, Good Sir! I’m afraid our dear friend is being haunted by thoughts of a feisty blonde.”
A grin spread across Franky’s face.
Perfect!
“Feisty sounds like his type.”
Zoro’s face twitched.
Ace matched the grin.
“Ohhh yeah. Thin, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pretty face, legs up to here. You know the type.”
“AND he knows where to get good food!” Luffy was staring at Zoro, fascinated by the different colors his face had been turning.
“Aaaand he kicked Zoro’s ass. Literally.” Usopp’s face was scrunched up in what he hoped was an intimidating Zoro-like scowl. Luffy was howling.
Franky had been on the verge of making another crack about Zoro’s new woman until-
“He? Well… Zoro’s never been one to care about gender in fights so… actually that’d make a lot of sense!”
“Hahahaha riiiiiight?! Pansexual! Zoro[1] definitely makes sense!”
“OI! What the hell are you two going on about? Stop saying ridiculous shit. And what are you even doing here, Franky? I thought Robin had you tied down for today?”
“Oh nonono. Don’t be silly, Zoro. The tying down is for tonight.” Zoro’s skin prickled.
It was the smile.
He wouldn’t find Robin half as creepy if she didn’t pull this shit (the suggestive jokes and the grabbing Franky’s gonads in public that one time) while keeping that unflinching pleasant smile on her face.
“Ahh Robin, Vivi, you guys all done?”
“Yes. Vivi has asked Nami to look into seriously funding the film and we’ve both agreed to stay on as consultants to make sure the Alabasta they create is as authentic as possible.” She turned her steady gaze towards Zoro.
“It’s actually quite convenient that you’re here, Zoro, because we were hoping to secure your swordsmanship for the film.”
A rectangular nosed man stepped out from behind Robin.
“Ah. How rude of me. I forgot to do introductions. This is Kaku, one of the higher ups in CP9 Studios and this young woman is Vivi Nefertari, the Alabastan diplomat-to-be.”
A bigshot from The Studio? That explains the splurge on food. He didn’t give a second thought to the new girl. Robin was always involved with some priss or another.
“We saw some of your raw footage back in L.A. and figured we might as well come and speak with you while we were in town meeting with the ladies. I realize that this was the first film you’ve worked on and it was really only temporary work, but our new film Suna is a bit more sword intensive. We think you’d be a fine asset to the crew.”
Zoro had enjoyed the work so far and knew he wouldn’t really mind more of the same.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll decline. Working on this film, just as a temp, took away from my personal training enough as it is. I don’t need to spend even more time Not Really fighting.”
While Zoro appreciated the benefits of honing his strategic skills, keeping his reflexes sharp and being able to trust his instincts was better.
“You just have to let him cool down a bit. Apparently some hot blonde just stomped all over his ego in the fighting arena.” Franky shook his head sadly.
“HEY. Would you guys fucking shut up about-“
“Well‼ If it makes any difference,” Vivi interrupted, “two of Alabasta’s elite guard will be flying in to help with teaching the subtleties of our own sword style. And, if you do decide to take the job, I’m sure that they’d both be willing to train with you outside of filming.”
Kaku held a hand up. “I really just popped in to officially extend the offer. It also looks like you guys are better equipped to convince the young man, so I’ll be off. Just know that a job like this could open up all kinds of opportunities for you, Mr. Roronoa.” Kaku shook hands with Vivi and Robin “I look forward to working with you two again” and left.
Zoro finally turned to the girl who had spoken. She was staring at him. Eyes set with resolve.
Zoro let out a grunt.
“I’ll think about it.”
Robin gave a knowing smile.
“So. What’s this about Zoro and a hot blonde?”
“Not. This. Again.”
“Apparently some blonde pretty boy taught Zoro a lesson with his legs.”
“AND THE FOOD. He fed us really good food.” Luffy didn’t understand why they kept forgetting that part. It was damn important and probably the stranger’s best quality.
“Err… are you guys talking about Sanji?” Everyone turned to look at Vivi.
“Um it’s just that Nami mentioned that he’s been on edge lately and that he’d probably be provoking random guys in search of stress relief.”
“… Actually. The guy Ace described really does sound like Sanji.” Feisty. Legs up to here. Good fighter…. Good food. ”A lot like Sanji.”
“Ehhhhhh? Franky…you know that guy?”
“Well, he’s helped out with Robin’s exhibits a lot and he’s hosted most of the dinner parties she’s thrown. I didn’t even think about the fact that he might be handling this event too.”
“Franky. You…” Luffy’s face was grim. “You’ve had this guy over for dinner and YOU’VE NEVER INVITED ME? And I thought you were nakama! Nakama would never hold out on each other! Especially not about THIS!”
And once again Zoro remembered just how hard it was for him to maintain a bad mood around the brothers.
Really, I shouldn’t even try.
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Vivi’s personal chef had arrived from Alabasta a couple weeks after the deal with CP9 had gone through.
Sanji had always loved the peace he found when cooking. He could make his favorite meals on auto-pilot and the smell of spices and herbs eased him in a way nothing else could. But even then, what he really loved was learning new recipes and the more he cooked and the more he traveled, the harder it was to find someone who could teach him something new.
Terracotta didn’t seem to have that problem.
She had taught him the popular dishes first and, after he had felt comfortable enough to start tweaking the dishes himself, they had moved on.
Sanji stood at the stove sautéing beef that would be stuffed into the zucchini currently soaking in salt water. He looked at the burghul fermenting in water on the counter next to him. It was part of a different recipe that was really more of a long-term project. [2]
A couple more days and I’ll have to seal it and remember to take it out and knead it every other day for the rest of the month. I’m going to need to set a reminder for--
‼CRASH‼
Sanji almost knocked the pan over as the noise startled him out of his reverie.
Fuck was that?
He leaned out the kitchen door and stared into the larger room that Vivi had designated as the general rec room. He saw Chaka standing against the far wall staring at two figures lying on the floor. A bookshelf had fallen over. Sanji noticed that one lump was dotted with four-pointed stars.
That’ll be Pell then.
The two guards had arrived with Terracotta and had been spending most of their time training extras for a movie that hadn’t begun filming yet.
“Shit. These robes are fucking hard to move around in.”
Pell let out a pained breath. “And yet you’ve still got the upper hand. I think I’ll be tagging in Chaka, unless you’re out too?” Pell pulled himself up and helped untangle the other man.
“I’m set to go again.” Zoro was enjoying this. The two men weren’t the best fighters he’d faced, but they were fighters. They were legit.
Chaka moved out onto the section of the room they had cleared and laid out mats.
When the hell did they set this up? Chaka and Pell had never done any training in Vivi’s building before. He looked back at the food he was preparing and decided he could watch for a bit longer.
He had no idea who the third man was. He wore traditional Alabastan clothing: a long robe and a headdress that wrapped around the front, leaving only the eyes exposed.
Sanji stood, still in the doorway, transfixed by the match. Chaka was a large man, but he was quick. He fought with a double-edged sword while his adversary held two single-edged swords. The swordplay wasn’t particularly beautiful or poetic, but it was elegant.
Sanji listened to the clang of metal against metal. He watched the sharp eyes peeking out from the cloth enclosure. They were intense. They were calculating. Sanji could feel the rhythm as he followed the two swords. He understood the weaving footwork. He was fascinated by the grace of the movements. The guy didn’t look the least bit hindered by his layered garb.
Zoro could feel the sweat covering his body.
If only this fucking hat…
He growled and guarded with one blade while tearing the headdress off. He instantly felt the cool air on the back of his neck.
Much better. He dove in for another attack.
“YOU?”
Zoro faltered.
That voice.
And promptly tripped on the hem of his robes.
He jumped up and spun around to glare at the blonde in the doorway.
“What the fuck is your problem you screeching banshee?!” What the hell is he doing here?
“You fucker. You could fight like that? You were fucking holding out on me! Even with your injury, and boy do I know about your injuries, you’d have been able to handle a blade just fine with the one hand!”
“What the hell does that mean? How would you know shit about me? And I’m not the one who stopped the damn fight early!”
“It means your doctor hunted me down after he heard about our little ruckus and decided he’d use me to vent out all the anger he’s stored up regarding your reckless behavior after your numerous and apparently much worse injuries.” Sanji’s leg whipped out and was caught by the blunt edges of the two swords.
Sanji remembered just how pissed he had been when the young intern had mused: ”Actually, his injuries this time weren’t really bad at all compared to normal. I was expecting worse.”
Nami had taken Sanji’s place at the kitchen door. She was peeling an orange as she watched the bickering. Sanji had always been all too willing to pick fights with anyone who wasn’t a girl. She had generally found it annoying, but it was Genuine Sanji.
If Sanji ever picked a fight like this with a girl, I’d pay for their wedding myself.
But she knew it was impossible. He refused to ever take the offensive against a woman, no matter how much of a heinous bitch the girl ended up being. Nami tried not to think about Kalifa and the number she had pulled on Sanji. Why were so many women such femme fatales?
It’d be so much easier if Sanji just liked men.
And there it was.
Nami smiled.
The Thought That Could Not Be Taken Back.
Footnotes:
[1] I’m using pansexual instead of bisexual because I’m emphasizing the fact that Zoro doesn’t assign gender roles [Which also means if Sanji returns to the Sunny having been ‘converted’ in Kamabakka (&assuming his personality hasn’t changed), then Zoro would love him all the same<3]
[2] Odacchi mentioned that Alabasta was def based on Egypt, but I’m going to use food dishes from the general middle east area.
Chapter 04
Title: Politically Correct
Rating: chapter: T [Overall: probably M we'll see if it goes into NC-17 range (might as well go all out yeah?) ]
Word Count: 2,432
Pairing: eventual Zoro x Sanji + a smattering of side pairings
Summary: AU set in the San Francisco Bay Area
Nami has decided that she's tired of Sanji constantly chasing after girls only to be taken advantage of & decides to take a more active role in Sanji committing to a Real Relationship.
Disclaimer: Odacchiiii is a dear for creating such slashable characters. I, however, am not.
Notes: If there's ever some obscure reference you don't understand, let me know and I'll add a footnote. Unless you guys hate footnotes. Then I can stop putting them in? (or at least stop embedding the markers within the paragraph)
[Previous Chapters]
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"Slacking off are we?"
Sanji turned around at the voice and stubbed out the cigarette that had been sticking out from between his lips.
"Namiswaaaaan are you done with your meeting already? Where are the lovely Vivi and Robin?"
"Yeah. I’m done. It's definitely a risky investment, but the profit potential for the movie is really tempting and Vivi seemed quite taken with the actual plot..." Nami muttered, not mentioning that "quite taken" wasn't exactly the right way to put it. Vivi had been frozen in place when she had been told the film concept.
"She and Robin are still caught up in a discussion about Alabasta's recent history and changing social culture. Or something to that effect. Not really my area." She yawned.
Nami wasn't going to let Vivi's eagerness to accept the position as financial backer for the film bother her. The movie was about Alabasta and Vivi had probably seen in it the potential to raise interest in her relatively unknown country.
Tourism would be good business and it would be strategic if the Alabastan government was planning on making itself more of an international presence.
And Nami could understand that.
Afterall, tourists are the Sanji of the marketplace: all too willing to spend ridiculous amounts of money on something that isn't real.
She looked up at Sanji and leaned in just the slightest, sighing.
"It's too bad the meeting went on for so long. I missed breakfast this morning and it looks like you guys have already started cleaning the kitchens."
Sanji didn’t mention that, yes though the stoves were off, the tables were still obviously filled with food. Or that Nami’s meeting was supposed to have lasted for another hour.
"Ohhh my mellorine. I would choose death before hearing such a sad sigh escape from your lips ever again. I will make you a meal befitting your beauty; you’ve only to wait a minute longer!"
She gave him a smile and he twirled away.
For a while she had tried to stop taking advantage of him so much. And then she resolved to at least feel guilty about it. Ultimately she settled for trying to feel guilty and when that failed she made sure to properly reprimand herself.
She felt guilty about not feeling guilty.
Well, admitting is half the solution, right?
She was feeling better already.
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Zoro ripped off his splint and chucked it into the nearest trash bin. After the distraction of amazingly good- how the hell did the studio afford such high quality - food had been finished with, Zoro had finally gotten around to reflecting on the fight.
And he was pissed.
He knew he had been itching for a good fight (his sensei at the dojo had called it 'moping') and now he had just missed his chance.
Normally, the reduced movement caused by the splint wouldn't have been a problem. Normally, it wouldn't even be a handicap. Zoro's santoryuu style left him able to wield a katana one handed. In fact he was better when he had one sword in each hand. He was used to it. Normally, a sore wrist and a papercut on his leg wouldn't even qualify him as being 'wounded'.
But the blonde had noticed. And that meant there was something to notice.
It burned Zoro to think of how weak he must’ve seemed for his opponent to stop the fight.
“Sooo… what’s up with Zoro.”
Ace looked up and accepted the beer being held out to him.
“Why thank you, Good Sir! I’m afraid our dear friend is being haunted by thoughts of a feisty blonde.”
A grin spread across Franky’s face.
Perfect!
“Feisty sounds like his type.”
Zoro’s face twitched.
Ace matched the grin.
“Ohhh yeah. Thin, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pretty face, legs up to here. You know the type.”
“AND he knows where to get good food!” Luffy was staring at Zoro, fascinated by the different colors his face had been turning.
“Aaaand he kicked Zoro’s ass. Literally.” Usopp’s face was scrunched up in what he hoped was an intimidating Zoro-like scowl. Luffy was howling.
Franky had been on the verge of making another crack about Zoro’s new woman until-
“He? Well… Zoro’s never been one to care about gender in fights so… actually that’d make a lot of sense!”
“Hahahaha riiiiiight?! Pansexual! Zoro[1] definitely makes sense!”
“OI! What the hell are you two going on about? Stop saying ridiculous shit. And what are you even doing here, Franky? I thought Robin had you tied down for today?”
“Oh nonono. Don’t be silly, Zoro. The tying down is for tonight.” Zoro’s skin prickled.
It was the smile.
He wouldn’t find Robin half as creepy if she didn’t pull this shit (the suggestive jokes and the grabbing Franky’s gonads in public that one time) while keeping that unflinching pleasant smile on her face.
“Ahh Robin, Vivi, you guys all done?”
“Yes. Vivi has asked Nami to look into seriously funding the film and we’ve both agreed to stay on as consultants to make sure the Alabasta they create is as authentic as possible.” She turned her steady gaze towards Zoro.
“It’s actually quite convenient that you’re here, Zoro, because we were hoping to secure your swordsmanship for the film.”
A rectangular nosed man stepped out from behind Robin.
“Ah. How rude of me. I forgot to do introductions. This is Kaku, one of the higher ups in CP9 Studios and this young woman is Vivi Nefertari, the Alabastan diplomat-to-be.”
A bigshot from The Studio? That explains the splurge on food. He didn’t give a second thought to the new girl. Robin was always involved with some priss or another.
“We saw some of your raw footage back in L.A. and figured we might as well come and speak with you while we were in town meeting with the ladies. I realize that this was the first film you’ve worked on and it was really only temporary work, but our new film Suna is a bit more sword intensive. We think you’d be a fine asset to the crew.”
Zoro had enjoyed the work so far and knew he wouldn’t really mind more of the same.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll decline. Working on this film, just as a temp, took away from my personal training enough as it is. I don’t need to spend even more time Not Really fighting.”
While Zoro appreciated the benefits of honing his strategic skills, keeping his reflexes sharp and being able to trust his instincts was better.
“You just have to let him cool down a bit. Apparently some hot blonde just stomped all over his ego in the fighting arena.” Franky shook his head sadly.
“HEY. Would you guys fucking shut up about-“
“Well‼ If it makes any difference,” Vivi interrupted, “two of Alabasta’s elite guard will be flying in to help with teaching the subtleties of our own sword style. And, if you do decide to take the job, I’m sure that they’d both be willing to train with you outside of filming.”
Kaku held a hand up. “I really just popped in to officially extend the offer. It also looks like you guys are better equipped to convince the young man, so I’ll be off. Just know that a job like this could open up all kinds of opportunities for you, Mr. Roronoa.” Kaku shook hands with Vivi and Robin “I look forward to working with you two again” and left.
Zoro finally turned to the girl who had spoken. She was staring at him. Eyes set with resolve.
Zoro let out a grunt.
“I’ll think about it.”
Robin gave a knowing smile.
“So. What’s this about Zoro and a hot blonde?”
“Not. This. Again.”
“Apparently some blonde pretty boy taught Zoro a lesson with his legs.”
“AND THE FOOD. He fed us really good food.” Luffy didn’t understand why they kept forgetting that part. It was damn important and probably the stranger’s best quality.
“Err… are you guys talking about Sanji?” Everyone turned to look at Vivi.
“Um it’s just that Nami mentioned that he’s been on edge lately and that he’d probably be provoking random guys in search of stress relief.”
“… Actually. The guy Ace described really does sound like Sanji.” Feisty. Legs up to here. Good fighter…. Good food. ”A lot like Sanji.”
“Ehhhhhh? Franky…you know that guy?”
“Well, he’s helped out with Robin’s exhibits a lot and he’s hosted most of the dinner parties she’s thrown. I didn’t even think about the fact that he might be handling this event too.”
“Franky. You…” Luffy’s face was grim. “You’ve had this guy over for dinner and YOU’VE NEVER INVITED ME? And I thought you were nakama! Nakama would never hold out on each other! Especially not about THIS!”
And once again Zoro remembered just how hard it was for him to maintain a bad mood around the brothers.
Really, I shouldn’t even try.
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Vivi’s personal chef had arrived from Alabasta a couple weeks after the deal with CP9 had gone through.
Sanji had always loved the peace he found when cooking. He could make his favorite meals on auto-pilot and the smell of spices and herbs eased him in a way nothing else could. But even then, what he really loved was learning new recipes and the more he cooked and the more he traveled, the harder it was to find someone who could teach him something new.
Terracotta didn’t seem to have that problem.
She had taught him the popular dishes first and, after he had felt comfortable enough to start tweaking the dishes himself, they had moved on.
Sanji stood at the stove sautéing beef that would be stuffed into the zucchini currently soaking in salt water. He looked at the burghul fermenting in water on the counter next to him. It was part of a different recipe that was really more of a long-term project. [2]
A couple more days and I’ll have to seal it and remember to take it out and knead it every other day for the rest of the month. I’m going to need to set a reminder for--
‼CRASH‼
Sanji almost knocked the pan over as the noise startled him out of his reverie.
Fuck was that?
He leaned out the kitchen door and stared into the larger room that Vivi had designated as the general rec room. He saw Chaka standing against the far wall staring at two figures lying on the floor. A bookshelf had fallen over. Sanji noticed that one lump was dotted with four-pointed stars.
That’ll be Pell then.
The two guards had arrived with Terracotta and had been spending most of their time training extras for a movie that hadn’t begun filming yet.
“Shit. These robes are fucking hard to move around in.”
Pell let out a pained breath. “And yet you’ve still got the upper hand. I think I’ll be tagging in Chaka, unless you’re out too?” Pell pulled himself up and helped untangle the other man.
“I’m set to go again.” Zoro was enjoying this. The two men weren’t the best fighters he’d faced, but they were fighters. They were legit.
Chaka moved out onto the section of the room they had cleared and laid out mats.
When the hell did they set this up? Chaka and Pell had never done any training in Vivi’s building before. He looked back at the food he was preparing and decided he could watch for a bit longer.
He had no idea who the third man was. He wore traditional Alabastan clothing: a long robe and a headdress that wrapped around the front, leaving only the eyes exposed.
Sanji stood, still in the doorway, transfixed by the match. Chaka was a large man, but he was quick. He fought with a double-edged sword while his adversary held two single-edged swords. The swordplay wasn’t particularly beautiful or poetic, but it was elegant.
Sanji listened to the clang of metal against metal. He watched the sharp eyes peeking out from the cloth enclosure. They were intense. They were calculating. Sanji could feel the rhythm as he followed the two swords. He understood the weaving footwork. He was fascinated by the grace of the movements. The guy didn’t look the least bit hindered by his layered garb.
Zoro could feel the sweat covering his body.
If only this fucking hat…
He growled and guarded with one blade while tearing the headdress off. He instantly felt the cool air on the back of his neck.
Much better. He dove in for another attack.
“YOU?”
Zoro faltered.
That voice.
And promptly tripped on the hem of his robes.
He jumped up and spun around to glare at the blonde in the doorway.
“What the fuck is your problem you screeching banshee?!” What the hell is he doing here?
“You fucker. You could fight like that? You were fucking holding out on me! Even with your injury, and boy do I know about your injuries, you’d have been able to handle a blade just fine with the one hand!”
“What the hell does that mean? How would you know shit about me? And I’m not the one who stopped the damn fight early!”
“It means your doctor hunted me down after he heard about our little ruckus and decided he’d use me to vent out all the anger he’s stored up regarding your reckless behavior after your numerous and apparently much worse injuries.” Sanji’s leg whipped out and was caught by the blunt edges of the two swords.
Sanji remembered just how pissed he had been when the young intern had mused: ”Actually, his injuries this time weren’t really bad at all compared to normal. I was expecting worse.”
Nami had taken Sanji’s place at the kitchen door. She was peeling an orange as she watched the bickering. Sanji had always been all too willing to pick fights with anyone who wasn’t a girl. She had generally found it annoying, but it was Genuine Sanji.
If Sanji ever picked a fight like this with a girl, I’d pay for their wedding myself.
But she knew it was impossible. He refused to ever take the offensive against a woman, no matter how much of a heinous bitch the girl ended up being. Nami tried not to think about Kalifa and the number she had pulled on Sanji. Why were so many women such femme fatales?
It’d be so much easier if Sanji just liked men.
And there it was.
Nami smiled.
The Thought That Could Not Be Taken Back.
Footnotes:
[1] I’m using pansexual instead of bisexual because I’m emphasizing the fact that Zoro doesn’t assign gender roles [Which also means if Sanji returns to the Sunny having been ‘converted’ in Kamabakka (&assuming his personality hasn’t changed), then Zoro would love him all the same<3]
[2] Odacchi mentioned that Alabasta was def based on Egypt, but I’m going to use food dishes from the general middle east area.
Chapter 04