Drive-by Fic Attack...Again
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themegalooDon't you love plotbunnies? I do. They attack me when I'm trying to SLEEP and demand I go write. Hey, it happens. And man does it feel good to be able to just sit down and write again. *_*
Title: The Case
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: SanSopp
Rated: PG
Word Count: 900
Spoilers: Just "Who's On the Crew!" post-Arabasta
Summary: There are several problems with maintaining a fire-based habit at sea...But some of them can be solved.
It was bound to happen someday, what with the whole “anchor” business and Luffy being incapable of pulling himself out of the water and all. On a day like many others he just happened to fly off into the ocean for no apparent reason as Sanji was finishing up in the galley after breakfast and walking onto the deck for a breath of fresh air and a smoke.
Clearly he couldn’t just let the idiot drown, so he stuffed away his cigarettes and in he went. Thankfully their trusty captain hadn’t sunk too far yet. It was easier to find him that way.
What a wonderful start to the day. Not even 10:00 and he was already drenched. Time for a cigarette. He reached in his pocket to pull out his last pack of cigarettes from the last island they’d stopped at.
…Only to find it dripping water from one corner and when he opened it up to peek inside, a tiny fish fell out.
Well shit.
“LUFFY YOU ASSHOLE THIS WAS MY LAST PACK!” He flung the soggy, useless cigarettes on the deck and stalked off.
Luffy just grinned and spit water up like a whale.
Chopper did a happy dance.
Nami rolled her eyes.
Robin laughed.
Zoro snored.
Usopp…was somewhere. Hiding, most likely.
The fish flopped its way back into the sea before it accidentally got stepped on.
And lunch was late.
----
That next night when Sanji went to collapse in his hammock after yet ANOTHER day of nicotine deprivation, he nearly sat on something black and suspiciously shaped like a pack of cigarettes. It was closed with a tiny replica of their Jolly Rodger and his name painted underneath. It felt…like oilcloth actually. Waterproof. Inside was his discarded pack of cigarettes, painstakingly dried out, though the box itself looked a bit worse for wear. On the back was a second pouch that looked like…
He pulled his lighter out of a pocket and slid it inside. A perfect fit.
Someone had clearly been paying attention to his dilemma.
“NAMI-SWAAAAAN~!! ♥,” he cried, running into the girls’ cabin. “DID YOU GET ME A PRESENT~??” A dull thunking noise could be heard from back in the boys’ cabin.
Nami looked up from the map she was working on to give him a glare. “No. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt my work, Sanji-kun.”
Sanji drooped before returning to full-blown fawning mode. “Nami-swan draws such wonderful maps! Would you like a nice before-bed treat to make up for my interruption? ♥”
“No, but thank you, Sanji-kun.” Nami smiled and returned to her work, leaving Sanji to the task of figuring out his present. As annoying as the man could be, he was rather…sweet. In a way.
Sanji decided to try Robin next. It was her watch so she’d be on deck with a book. Robin-chan was so thoughtful! It MUST have been her!
“ROBIN-CHAAAN~!! ♥,” he cried, running up on deck into the night air, “DID YOU GET ME A PRESENT~??” Another, duller thunk sounded from below deck. Funny how sound carried so well.
Robin looked up from her book. “No, I don’t believe so. Did someone leave you a gift?”
Sanji nodded, baffled, and held out the cigarette case. “It was in my hammock…But if you didn’t give it to me and Nami-swan didn’t give it to me…” It must have been one of his male crewmates then. Not the stupid marimo-head of course. And Chopper was entirely too happy at his inability to cause damage to his lungs. Luffy would never think that hard about it so that left…
“It looks like Usopp’s work, Sanji.” Robin smiled and handed the gift back to him. He hadn’t noticed she’d taken it from his hand. Robin-chan was so graceful! “Quite thoughtful too, wasn’t it?”
“U…sopp?” Sanji intoned, staring down at the gift. Instinctively he pulled out one of the now-dry cigarettes and lit it, staring off into the sea, deep in thought. Robin smiled vaguely and continued her reading.
----
Long after he’d smoked his much-needed cigarette down to the filter and tucked it away in a pouch, he made his way back to the cabin. Breakfast came early with someone like Luffy on board, after all. Speaking of which; Luffy, Zoro and Chopper were all sleeping soundly, but Usopp seemed to be sporting a rather large bump on his forehead. That certainly hadn’t been there earlier. And he wasn’t breathing quite slow enough to be asleep.
“Usopp?” Sanji said softly, not wanting to wake the others. “What the hell happened to your head?”
One eye opened slowly to look at Sanji. “I have My-Crewmate-Is-An-Idiot Syndrome,” he stated plainly, cheeks flushing a bit as he did so. “Hopefully it will be gone in the morning!”
Sanji had the decency to blush (and not kick him for implying that he was anything less than brilliant), not that it was visible in the dark regardless. “Er…” he said intelligently. Usopp’s eye slid closed again with a sigh. “Usopp?”
“I’m sleeping,” the marksman deadpanned.
Sanji rolled his eye. Idiot. He’d figured out a few things on deck, staring at the sea. It was calming. Helped clear his head.
So did the smoking.
“Thank you for the gift,” he whispered and brushed his lips over Usopp’s reddened forehead.
Usopp smiled. It looked like his “disease” was clearing up sooner than expected..
And now, to SLEEP! ♥ Comments will make my morning awesome.
Title: The Case
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: SanSopp
Rated: PG
Word Count: 900
Spoilers: Just "Who's On the Crew!" post-Arabasta
Summary: There are several problems with maintaining a fire-based habit at sea...But some of them can be solved.
It was bound to happen someday, what with the whole “anchor” business and Luffy being incapable of pulling himself out of the water and all. On a day like many others he just happened to fly off into the ocean for no apparent reason as Sanji was finishing up in the galley after breakfast and walking onto the deck for a breath of fresh air and a smoke.
Clearly he couldn’t just let the idiot drown, so he stuffed away his cigarettes and in he went. Thankfully their trusty captain hadn’t sunk too far yet. It was easier to find him that way.
What a wonderful start to the day. Not even 10:00 and he was already drenched. Time for a cigarette. He reached in his pocket to pull out his last pack of cigarettes from the last island they’d stopped at.
…Only to find it dripping water from one corner and when he opened it up to peek inside, a tiny fish fell out.
Well shit.
“LUFFY YOU ASSHOLE THIS WAS MY LAST PACK!” He flung the soggy, useless cigarettes on the deck and stalked off.
Luffy just grinned and spit water up like a whale.
Chopper did a happy dance.
Nami rolled her eyes.
Robin laughed.
Zoro snored.
Usopp…was somewhere. Hiding, most likely.
The fish flopped its way back into the sea before it accidentally got stepped on.
And lunch was late.
----
That next night when Sanji went to collapse in his hammock after yet ANOTHER day of nicotine deprivation, he nearly sat on something black and suspiciously shaped like a pack of cigarettes. It was closed with a tiny replica of their Jolly Rodger and his name painted underneath. It felt…like oilcloth actually. Waterproof. Inside was his discarded pack of cigarettes, painstakingly dried out, though the box itself looked a bit worse for wear. On the back was a second pouch that looked like…
He pulled his lighter out of a pocket and slid it inside. A perfect fit.
Someone had clearly been paying attention to his dilemma.
“NAMI-SWAAAAAN~!! ♥,” he cried, running into the girls’ cabin. “DID YOU GET ME A PRESENT~??” A dull thunking noise could be heard from back in the boys’ cabin.
Nami looked up from the map she was working on to give him a glare. “No. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt my work, Sanji-kun.”
Sanji drooped before returning to full-blown fawning mode. “Nami-swan draws such wonderful maps! Would you like a nice before-bed treat to make up for my interruption? ♥”
“No, but thank you, Sanji-kun.” Nami smiled and returned to her work, leaving Sanji to the task of figuring out his present. As annoying as the man could be, he was rather…sweet. In a way.
Sanji decided to try Robin next. It was her watch so she’d be on deck with a book. Robin-chan was so thoughtful! It MUST have been her!
“ROBIN-CHAAAN~!! ♥,” he cried, running up on deck into the night air, “DID YOU GET ME A PRESENT~??” Another, duller thunk sounded from below deck. Funny how sound carried so well.
Robin looked up from her book. “No, I don’t believe so. Did someone leave you a gift?”
Sanji nodded, baffled, and held out the cigarette case. “It was in my hammock…But if you didn’t give it to me and Nami-swan didn’t give it to me…” It must have been one of his male crewmates then. Not the stupid marimo-head of course. And Chopper was entirely too happy at his inability to cause damage to his lungs. Luffy would never think that hard about it so that left…
“It looks like Usopp’s work, Sanji.” Robin smiled and handed the gift back to him. He hadn’t noticed she’d taken it from his hand. Robin-chan was so graceful! “Quite thoughtful too, wasn’t it?”
“U…sopp?” Sanji intoned, staring down at the gift. Instinctively he pulled out one of the now-dry cigarettes and lit it, staring off into the sea, deep in thought. Robin smiled vaguely and continued her reading.
----
Long after he’d smoked his much-needed cigarette down to the filter and tucked it away in a pouch, he made his way back to the cabin. Breakfast came early with someone like Luffy on board, after all. Speaking of which; Luffy, Zoro and Chopper were all sleeping soundly, but Usopp seemed to be sporting a rather large bump on his forehead. That certainly hadn’t been there earlier. And he wasn’t breathing quite slow enough to be asleep.
“Usopp?” Sanji said softly, not wanting to wake the others. “What the hell happened to your head?”
One eye opened slowly to look at Sanji. “I have My-Crewmate-Is-An-Idiot Syndrome,” he stated plainly, cheeks flushing a bit as he did so. “Hopefully it will be gone in the morning!”
Sanji had the decency to blush (and not kick him for implying that he was anything less than brilliant), not that it was visible in the dark regardless. “Er…” he said intelligently. Usopp’s eye slid closed again with a sigh. “Usopp?”
“I’m sleeping,” the marksman deadpanned.
Sanji rolled his eye. Idiot. He’d figured out a few things on deck, staring at the sea. It was calming. Helped clear his head.
So did the smoking.
“Thank you for the gift,” he whispered and brushed his lips over Usopp’s reddened forehead.
Usopp smiled. It looked like his “disease” was clearing up sooner than expected..
And now, to SLEEP! ♥ Comments will make my morning awesome.
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