[100 Themes] - It's Not Funny
Dear LJ---
I am sorry for neglecting you. So here's a short drabble as my token of apology and appeasement and and...well, just plain attempt at getting back in full swing.
--- Your Mistress
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Title: It’s Not Funny
Theme: 65/100
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: ZoroxRobin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda is GOD for creating the masterpiece that is One Piece, because I sure as hell didn’t do it.
It was embarrassing. Zoro was thoroughly put out. He turned his head right, then swiveled to the left. He scratched the top of his grassy moss of a hair. He pulled on the middle of his three earrings. Then he turned around to look behind him.
That was dumb. It looked like the same road from the back!
He could not have gotten lost again. Only just after asking for directions, too.
How truly, absolutely, frightfully humiliating.
The swordsman didn’t believe such incompetence could be tolerated. In fact, he couldn’t believe there was a level of this incompetence at all. It was even worse because he’d told that stupid ero-cook he’d be able to make his way back to the boat with no problems. Absolutely none. It was a straight line towards the port, he was sure.
“Ara, Swordsman-san.” Zoro’s hair stood on end, his face turning a deep red. He’d been found. Damnation. “Is something troubling you?”
The question was asked innocently enough. But he knew, he knew, that once he turned around, he’d see that coy smile. The one that started from the middle of her lips and spread to the ends of her mouth. The woman with a smile that briefly said, “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!”
That innocent question was her way of laughing at him.
“No,” he mumbled and kept walking, the taut muscles in his body almost refusing to continue onward. He wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t...
“I’m heading back to the ship,” Nico Robin said once it looked like the marimo would keep heading the wrong direction. “I’d feel safer if someone walked with me, though.”
The effect was immediate. Zoro turned and took his step slightly behind Robin’s. She tilted her head and smiled again, but the hint of mockery in her face had already disappeared, replacing it instead with understanding. The swordsman wondered if that was what she looked like as she asked those questions.
Still, he knew she laughed. Thankfully she didn’t see the amount of red on his face as he followed her. She didn’t see the blush deepen as she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, like a mother leading a lost child, or a girlfriend taking her confused boyfriend home.
That was truly embarrassing.
But he didn’t mind that part one bit, at least.
I am sorry for neglecting you. So here's a short drabble as my token of apology and appeasement and and...well, just plain attempt at getting back in full swing.
--- Your Mistress
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Title: It’s Not Funny
Theme: 65/100
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: ZoroxRobin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Eichiro Oda is GOD for creating the masterpiece that is One Piece, because I sure as hell didn’t do it.
It was embarrassing. Zoro was thoroughly put out. He turned his head right, then swiveled to the left. He scratched the top of his grassy moss of a hair. He pulled on the middle of his three earrings. Then he turned around to look behind him.
That was dumb. It looked like the same road from the back!
He could not have gotten lost again. Only just after asking for directions, too.
How truly, absolutely, frightfully humiliating.
The swordsman didn’t believe such incompetence could be tolerated. In fact, he couldn’t believe there was a level of this incompetence at all. It was even worse because he’d told that stupid ero-cook he’d be able to make his way back to the boat with no problems. Absolutely none. It was a straight line towards the port, he was sure.
“Ara, Swordsman-san.” Zoro’s hair stood on end, his face turning a deep red. He’d been found. Damnation. “Is something troubling you?”
The question was asked innocently enough. But he knew, he knew, that once he turned around, he’d see that coy smile. The one that started from the middle of her lips and spread to the ends of her mouth. The woman with a smile that briefly said, “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!”
That innocent question was her way of laughing at him.
“No,” he mumbled and kept walking, the taut muscles in his body almost refusing to continue onward. He wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t look back, he wouldn’t...
“I’m heading back to the ship,” Nico Robin said once it looked like the marimo would keep heading the wrong direction. “I’d feel safer if someone walked with me, though.”
The effect was immediate. Zoro turned and took his step slightly behind Robin’s. She tilted her head and smiled again, but the hint of mockery in her face had already disappeared, replacing it instead with understanding. The swordsman wondered if that was what she looked like as she asked those questions.
Still, he knew she laughed. Thankfully she didn’t see the amount of red on his face as he followed her. She didn’t see the blush deepen as she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, like a mother leading a lost child, or a girlfriend taking her confused boyfriend home.
That was truly embarrassing.
But he didn’t mind that part one bit, at least.