to witness (One Piece, Zoro/Sanji)
Title: to witness
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Zoro didn’t know why he was there. Future fic.
A/N: Part of a weeklong drabble-a-day project I’m doing with my perfect girlfriend. The prompt was to pick something from this list of tropes; my choice was “curtainfic”. (Her drabble is here!)
Zoro didn’t know why he was there.
“There” being not just the somewhat perilous perch atop a ladder where he was installing the last light fixture in a spacious, unfinished kitchen, but “there” as in that space, that time, with an overly critical cook watching his every move on the floor below, floating on a legendary ocean.
The All Blue-Baratie was having its grand opening in a month and, after proving to be more of a hindrance than a help, Luffy had been banished until then. When Sunny set sail, Franky and Robin had stayed behind and that made all the sense in the world, with Franky being the one taking the new boat-restaurant from blueprints to reality, and Robin’s ability to multitask in a way no one else could.
But why the hell was he there?
It wasn’t as if Sanji valued his opinion at all.
(“No,” he said, eyeing the rug Zoro held up in front of him with disgust. “Put it back.”
“What’s wrong with this one?” The question came forced out from between gritted teeth.
“It’s hideous.”
“Yeah, and so are you. What’s the problem?”
They weren’t welcome in that shop again.)
He never seemed appreciative of anything Zoro did.
“Don’t fall, shithead.”
“Then don’t distract me with your irritating voice.”
Of course, that had never been expected of him.
If anything, Sanji took advantage of the situation. Zoro’s nose wrinkled a little from the still strong smell of paint that clung to the room. The walls had started off white, gone through five shades of blue, then mint green (a particularly cruel move, as Sanji decided immediately after that the color reminded him of “something too terrible”), then yellow, and ultimately back to the second variation of blue just that morning.
Zoro knew very well that he didn’t have to be here, so why hadn’t he left with his captain, with the ship?
When he climbed down the ladder and the lights came on, turning everything bright, he watched Sanji look around the room, empty but full of promise. He watched the way Sanji’s hands moved excitedly in the air, the way he started to smile and the way that smile grew with each word as he described just how he envisioned his perfect, dream kitchen for his perfect, dream restaurant.
He watched happiness bubbling over with each breath Sanji took, and he remembered exactly why he was there.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Zoro didn’t know why he was there. Future fic.
A/N: Part of a weeklong drabble-a-day project I’m doing with my perfect girlfriend. The prompt was to pick something from this list of tropes; my choice was “curtainfic”. (Her drabble is here!)
Zoro didn’t know why he was there.
“There” being not just the somewhat perilous perch atop a ladder where he was installing the last light fixture in a spacious, unfinished kitchen, but “there” as in that space, that time, with an overly critical cook watching his every move on the floor below, floating on a legendary ocean.
The All Blue-Baratie was having its grand opening in a month and, after proving to be more of a hindrance than a help, Luffy had been banished until then. When Sunny set sail, Franky and Robin had stayed behind and that made all the sense in the world, with Franky being the one taking the new boat-restaurant from blueprints to reality, and Robin’s ability to multitask in a way no one else could.
But why the hell was he there?
It wasn’t as if Sanji valued his opinion at all.
(“No,” he said, eyeing the rug Zoro held up in front of him with disgust. “Put it back.”
“What’s wrong with this one?” The question came forced out from between gritted teeth.
“It’s hideous.”
“Yeah, and so are you. What’s the problem?”
They weren’t welcome in that shop again.)
He never seemed appreciative of anything Zoro did.
“Don’t fall, shithead.”
“Then don’t distract me with your irritating voice.”
Of course, that had never been expected of him.
If anything, Sanji took advantage of the situation. Zoro’s nose wrinkled a little from the still strong smell of paint that clung to the room. The walls had started off white, gone through five shades of blue, then mint green (a particularly cruel move, as Sanji decided immediately after that the color reminded him of “something too terrible”), then yellow, and ultimately back to the second variation of blue just that morning.
Zoro knew very well that he didn’t have to be here, so why hadn’t he left with his captain, with the ship?
When he climbed down the ladder and the lights came on, turning everything bright, he watched Sanji look around the room, empty but full of promise. He watched the way Sanji’s hands moved excitedly in the air, the way he started to smile and the way that smile grew with each word as he described just how he envisioned his perfect, dream kitchen for his perfect, dream restaurant.
He watched happiness bubbling over with each breath Sanji took, and he remembered exactly why he was there.