Inspired fic from cloudleaper's post http://community.livejournal.com/onepieceyaoi/591232.html.


Title: Marimo
Obsidianne
One Piece: Zoro+Sanji
PG, R for language


The marimo pic and explanation page is from http://www.strapya-world.com/products/7093.html

16/12/06
Disclaimer: Oda Eiichiro's.

Frowning at a square looking foreign object in his napping spot, Zoro nudges it with his foot and the book skitters across the Going Merry’s deck, stopping just short of going overboard.

The santaryuu swordsman rolls his eyes, *Damned stupid onnas. Leaving their junk all over the damned ship*, and reluctantly goes to pick the *Stupid object* up.

As he leans down, the pages which had been randomly flipping in the wind finally settles.

‘Nami-swaan! Robin-Chaawn! I have your requested drinks which have been freshly prepared with all my love and adoration just for the both of you beautiful beings!’

The aho-cook in all his boneless wriggling and stupid smoke hearts comes barging out of the galley, tray with his frou-frou pansy assed drinks in his hand, twirling and prancing towards the general direction of the women.

‘Argh!’ the cook suddenly stops mid-twirl catching a glimpse of Zoro, ‘Kuso-marimo! What the hell are you doing with Robin-chan’s precious book?!? Give that here and I’ll have to purify it of your stupid stink before I can actually hand it back to her. Ahou! You can’t even read. Give!’

*Can’t read, huh? Shitty-cook. I’ll show you what I just read.*

Face stretched in a parody of a grin his enemies would be familiar with, Zoro slowly holds the book out over the railing, ‘You want it, dartboard brow? Come get it,’ he taunts. Letting the book slip down slightly from his fingers.

‘You idiot Marimo-head! Don’t you fucking Dare!! That’s Robin-chwan’s precious book.’

*Aho-cook’s so predictable sometimes* Watching the curly assed bastard sprint towards him. Tray with drinks still balanced in one hand while the other is stretched out, ready to grab the book out of Zoro’s hands away and to safety.

Just as that reaching hand was about to touch the book, it was grabbed and the cook was pulled to a halt. Zoro also ducked automatically away from the foot which had been aiming for his head.

“Kisama! Let me go! And gimme that book. You wanna fight? Huh?! Leggo! Gimme!’

*Flexible bastard never shuts up* Dodging away from several more long legged swipes for his head.

‘Shaddap, stupid cook. If you can, that is.’ And sneers right into the idiot’s frowning face.

Sees the idiot blinking in confusion at the tone of his voice which he had only used after very pleasant activities with the cook in much more private settings.

And brings the hand captured in his up over his head to ruffle Zoro’s hair.

‘There. For your All Blue. You can thank me by cooking me one of everything when you find it. Baka-Chef.’

Grins at the stunned look on the idiot’s face and closes the cook’s hand around the book. Then, turns away, ‘There. Proof that I can so read,” and saunters away smugly.

Leaving Sanji, still frozen in shock, looking at the book in his hand which was opened to show a diagram and a few explanatory sentences below it.


Marimo (Spherical Moss):
Marimo makes you happy, makes your dream come true...


A twitch of a curly eyebrow. Softening expression.

~Bastard…~

Reluctant smile.

Then, the cook turned away to deliver the girls their refreshments and return the book to a deceptively innocent looking Robin-chan. All the while silently planning out the night’s dinner of stew along with side dishes which could be cut into many tiny pieces before being consumed.