One Piece: Green and Fuzzy
Title: Green and Fuzzy
Author/Artist: Leone
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy/Zoro/Nami/Usopp
Fandom: One Piece
Theme: Jamie’s Theme, #7: Kiwi
Ratings/Warnings: PG
I'm really sorry if this is OOC. Please don't hesitate to let me know if it is.
“Hey Sanji. Hey Sanji. Hey Sanji. Hey Sanji.”
“What?” the cook in question snapped, angrily planting the tip of his knife in the cutting board. He took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm. “What is it, Luffy?”
“What’s that?” the rubber boy asked, jabbing a finger at the fruit Sanji was cutting.
“It’s kiwi fruit,” Sanji said wearily, pulling the knife free and continuing to skin the fruits and slice them into sections. He finished one, and before moving on to the next, he paused and glanced up at the captain sitting cross-legged on the table. “You’ve never seen a kiwi before?”
Luffy shook his head, staring at the fruit in fascination. Sanji sized him up; he seemed slightly less insane than usual, which meant one of two things: A) he was plotting a way to steal the fruit salad Sanji was making or B) he was genuinely interested. Considering that he had been sitting there for ten minutes and had made no move to swoop in for the kill, it was the latter of the two.
“Here.” Sanji sliced a kiwi fruit in half and tossed one of the sections to the captain, who caught it and began to examine it, turning it around in his hands before biting into it and attempting to pull the prickly brown skin off with his teeth. Sanji watched, amused, until Luffy looked up and past him at whoever was now standing in the doorway. The chef turned to see Zoro looking back at their captain with a puzzled expression, no doubt at the way Luffy was staring at him with kiwi juice dripping from the corner of his mouth and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly, the rubber boy began to laugh, loud and ludicrous and uncontrolled, with his head thrown back and one finger pointing at the alarmed swordsman in the doorway.
“What’s so funny?” Zoro snapped, feeling as though he had missed something vitally important.
“Kiwi!” Luffy shouted, still laughing, at this point half sprawled out and kicking his sandal-clad feet against the tabletop.
“What the hell are you talking about?” said Zoro, still perplexed, and looked over at Sanji in case the cook knew the cause of this insanity. He didn’t actually expect him to, and was surprised to see him smirking as he leaned back against the counter. “What?!”
“Look, you idiot,” Sanji said, tossing the remaining half of the kiwi fruit to Zoro. The swordsman stared at it, and then back up at the cook, raising an eyebrow. “It’s green and fuzzy,” he clarified, looking at once put-upon and smug. “Like you.”
Zoro could only stare from the fruit to the chef to the laughing captain for several seconds before Luffy collected himself enough to launch himself at the swordsman, effectively knocking him back into the bulkhead. He perched on Zoro’s shoulders and ruffled the short, sea green hair that covered his scalp with both hands, still giggling. Zoro’s eyes widened in understanding and then narrowed in anger, and he snatched both of the hands in his hair and used them to fling Luffy across the room. The captain hit the wall and slid to the floor, unharmed and even more amused than he had been to begin with.
“Listen, target-brow,” Zoro snarled, jabbing a finger in Sanji’s chest. “Don’t even think about calling me ‘kiwi-head’ or anything, because if you do I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Sanji challenged, arms crossed. Normally he would’ve been more than happy to simply give Zoro a good kick in the head for violating his personal space, but he saw the hidden amusement at the corners of the swordsman’s mouth.
Zoro would have said something good and threatening if not for the fact that, while the older boys were talking, Luffy had gotten into the fruit salad supplies and was waving one hand for their attention while using the other to hold a banana up to his nose. “Look, guys! Usopp impression!”
Sanji disguised his snort of amusement as a cough, and Zoro outright refused to find it funny. His mouth, however, blatantly overlooked this decision and twisted itself into a smile regardless. Sanji regarded said smile curiously for roughly three seconds before leaning over and kissing it.
“You should do that more often,” the cook said nonchalantly as he shooed Luffy away from the counter.
“Do what?” Zoro asked, bemused.
“Smile, moron,” Sanji replied, rolling his eye and picking up the knife he had earlier abandoned. He pointed it at the captain and jerked it toward the door. “Out, before you ruin Nami-san’s salad. Both of you.”
Zoro muttered something about not having any interest in Nami’s stupid salad, stupid love-cook, and made ready to leave, but Luffy flung one arm around his neck and the other around Sanji’s and gave them both a kiss on the cheek before bounding out the door. Zoro glared after him, pretending to feel violated, and then followed him out.
“Seeya later, kiwi-head,” Sanji said under his breath.
He was vaguely amused and not at all surprised to find himself pinned to the wall two seconds later by a swordsman who was making a valiant attempt to be angry and failing quite miserably.
Author/Artist: Leone
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy/Zoro/Nami/Usopp
Fandom: One Piece
Theme: Jamie’s Theme, #7: Kiwi
Ratings/Warnings: PG
I'm really sorry if this is OOC. Please don't hesitate to let me know if it is.
“Hey Sanji. Hey Sanji. Hey Sanji. Hey Sanji.”
“What?” the cook in question snapped, angrily planting the tip of his knife in the cutting board. He took a deep breath and forced himself to be calm. “What is it, Luffy?”
“What’s that?” the rubber boy asked, jabbing a finger at the fruit Sanji was cutting.
“It’s kiwi fruit,” Sanji said wearily, pulling the knife free and continuing to skin the fruits and slice them into sections. He finished one, and before moving on to the next, he paused and glanced up at the captain sitting cross-legged on the table. “You’ve never seen a kiwi before?”
Luffy shook his head, staring at the fruit in fascination. Sanji sized him up; he seemed slightly less insane than usual, which meant one of two things: A) he was plotting a way to steal the fruit salad Sanji was making or B) he was genuinely interested. Considering that he had been sitting there for ten minutes and had made no move to swoop in for the kill, it was the latter of the two.
“Here.” Sanji sliced a kiwi fruit in half and tossed one of the sections to the captain, who caught it and began to examine it, turning it around in his hands before biting into it and attempting to pull the prickly brown skin off with his teeth. Sanji watched, amused, until Luffy looked up and past him at whoever was now standing in the doorway. The chef turned to see Zoro looking back at their captain with a puzzled expression, no doubt at the way Luffy was staring at him with kiwi juice dripping from the corner of his mouth and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly, the rubber boy began to laugh, loud and ludicrous and uncontrolled, with his head thrown back and one finger pointing at the alarmed swordsman in the doorway.
“What’s so funny?” Zoro snapped, feeling as though he had missed something vitally important.
“Kiwi!” Luffy shouted, still laughing, at this point half sprawled out and kicking his sandal-clad feet against the tabletop.
“What the hell are you talking about?” said Zoro, still perplexed, and looked over at Sanji in case the cook knew the cause of this insanity. He didn’t actually expect him to, and was surprised to see him smirking as he leaned back against the counter. “What?!”
“Look, you idiot,” Sanji said, tossing the remaining half of the kiwi fruit to Zoro. The swordsman stared at it, and then back up at the cook, raising an eyebrow. “It’s green and fuzzy,” he clarified, looking at once put-upon and smug. “Like you.”
Zoro could only stare from the fruit to the chef to the laughing captain for several seconds before Luffy collected himself enough to launch himself at the swordsman, effectively knocking him back into the bulkhead. He perched on Zoro’s shoulders and ruffled the short, sea green hair that covered his scalp with both hands, still giggling. Zoro’s eyes widened in understanding and then narrowed in anger, and he snatched both of the hands in his hair and used them to fling Luffy across the room. The captain hit the wall and slid to the floor, unharmed and even more amused than he had been to begin with.
“Listen, target-brow,” Zoro snarled, jabbing a finger in Sanji’s chest. “Don’t even think about calling me ‘kiwi-head’ or anything, because if you do I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Sanji challenged, arms crossed. Normally he would’ve been more than happy to simply give Zoro a good kick in the head for violating his personal space, but he saw the hidden amusement at the corners of the swordsman’s mouth.
Zoro would have said something good and threatening if not for the fact that, while the older boys were talking, Luffy had gotten into the fruit salad supplies and was waving one hand for their attention while using the other to hold a banana up to his nose. “Look, guys! Usopp impression!”
Sanji disguised his snort of amusement as a cough, and Zoro outright refused to find it funny. His mouth, however, blatantly overlooked this decision and twisted itself into a smile regardless. Sanji regarded said smile curiously for roughly three seconds before leaning over and kissing it.
“You should do that more often,” the cook said nonchalantly as he shooed Luffy away from the counter.
“Do what?” Zoro asked, bemused.
“Smile, moron,” Sanji replied, rolling his eye and picking up the knife he had earlier abandoned. He pointed it at the captain and jerked it toward the door. “Out, before you ruin Nami-san’s salad. Both of you.”
Zoro muttered something about not having any interest in Nami’s stupid salad, stupid love-cook, and made ready to leave, but Luffy flung one arm around his neck and the other around Sanji’s and gave them both a kiss on the cheek before bounding out the door. Zoro glared after him, pretending to feel violated, and then followed him out.
“Seeya later, kiwi-head,” Sanji said under his breath.
He was vaguely amused and not at all surprised to find himself pinned to the wall two seconds later by a swordsman who was making a valiant attempt to be angry and failing quite miserably.