kitsune_wolf (kitsune_wolf) wrote in lucid_daydreams, @ 2007-06-05 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | fanfiction, one piece |
One Piece crack, part 2
For ecphrastic On Lj
Title : Sanji's Perverted Kitchen
Pairing : Zosan
Word count : 423
Warnings/Rating: Pg-13 Slash
A naked Sanji and Zoro laid out on the galley floor should have been a wonderful thing to watch, unfortunately, not everything thing in the room was able to enjoy it.
“This is all your fault you know.” The pan complained.
“ME? What are you blaming me for?” Kitetsu demanded.
“I’m blaming all fucking three of you and your stupid idiot master!”
“Do all you kictchen...things...swear as much as your master does?” Wadou asked curious.
“How many times! It’s Cook Or Chief Not master! Overgrown kitchen knives”
“Don’t compare me to those midgets!” Kitetsu shouted.
There was a whole chorus of complaints and curses from the knife stand And the Wadou begged their forgiveness for her partners’ brutish attitude.
The wok had was in his cupboard but Yubashiri had been kind enough to tell him what was going on, and was now answering the Wok’s never ending stream of questions on previous activities that he had missed out on.
“What are you moaning about anyway?” Kitetsu asked the pan.
“Your fuckard of a master is sleeping on my fucking cook! And now the food in me is going to be burned because he too fucked to turn the stove down!”
“One missed meal never killed anyone.”
“Burned food means the cook will be angry and that means no sex for us to watch, I mean, your Master might lose his mate...” The pan said.
The three swords were silent for a second.
“Yubashiri is the closest.” Wadou said finally.
“The closest for what?” The pan asked.
But Yubashiri was already falling from where the three swords had been propped up against the cupboard.
Her hilt mashing right on to Sanji’s hand.
Sanji swore and sat up rubbing the back of his hand glaring at the sword, and was about to kick the swordsman because of course he must be to blame, when he caught the smell , he froze, sniffed the air and was suddenly on his bare feet, knocking the cupboard door open in his rush, and the pan was on its way to the sink.
Once the cook was sure that dinner wasn’t spoiled he turned and kicked the swordman in the head. He of course roared and shouted back , the death threats and bad language flying thick and fast between them.
“Here we go again.” The white sword sighed. “Don’t they ever get tired?”
“Hey I can watch this time!” The wok cheered.
“Hey!” The pan cried out. “Hey take me out of the sink first! I can’t see!”