Number Seven
Hi, This is Mikochang, a lurker, a ZoSan, One Piece Lover, and this is my first drabble, hope you guys like it!
This contains SPOILERS FOR ONE PIECE CHAPTER : 600, If you are not up to date with the manga, or don't like spoilers, you have a choice of not reading or continuing.
Rating: T..?
Disclaimer: One Piece is not mine, but belongs to the Genius that is named Oda Eiichiro.
FAKELINEFAKELINEFAKELINEFAKELINEFAKELINE~~~~~
ZOROPOV
Saboady Archipelago, Grove #41, you wipe away remaining drops of water on your forehead as you follow a certain Ero Cook, said Ero Cook holding some groceries and mumbling about his "Nami-swans" and "Robin-chans" and something about "target lock ons".
You continue walking, scratching a bit on your left cheek, and just stop, you look at him, and damn does that ass look even better, he's parted his hair to his other side, not embarrassed about that other swirly brow huh? All the more reason to tease, has he gotten taller? He looks like he's changed, but he's still the same cook, same cook that'll swear and kick you, same cook that makes you want to snatch him away from all those deceitful women, and just ravish him, same cook that moans and begs you for more, and yet still swears at you, same cook that cuddles after sex, goddamn, sex, after two years, lucky me--, you shake your head realizing said cook was already quite far away, "Hey Marimo, you might hurt yourself from thinking too hard," he waves, walking ahead some more, "Hurry up and come, Marimo, it's almost time," he calls again, "and don't get lost, we don't have enough time, " you grin at his back, "Who's gonna get lost, huh? Number Seven?" You catch up to him, taunting him, grinning, "Shut up Marimo," He grins back, kicks the back of your knee and continues walking, "Shitty cook," You say, and slightly brush your fingers against his, You're finally back home..
End.
This contains SPOILERS FOR ONE PIECE CHAPTER : 600, If you are not up to date with the manga, or don't like spoilers, you have a choice of not reading or continuing.
Rating: T..?
Disclaimer: One Piece is not mine, but belongs to the Genius that is named Oda Eiichiro.
FAKELINEFAKELINEFAKELINEFAKELINEFAKELINE~~~~~
ZOROPOV
Saboady Archipelago, Grove #41, you wipe away remaining drops of water on your forehead as you follow a certain Ero Cook, said Ero Cook holding some groceries and mumbling about his "Nami-swans" and "Robin-chans" and something about "target lock ons".
You continue walking, scratching a bit on your left cheek, and just stop, you look at him, and damn does that ass look even better, he's parted his hair to his other side, not embarrassed about that other swirly brow huh? All the more reason to tease, has he gotten taller? He looks like he's changed, but he's still the same cook, same cook that'll swear and kick you, same cook that makes you want to snatch him away from all those deceitful women, and just ravish him, same cook that moans and begs you for more, and yet still swears at you, same cook that cuddles after sex, goddamn, sex, after two years, lucky me--, you shake your head realizing said cook was already quite far away, "Hey Marimo, you might hurt yourself from thinking too hard," he waves, walking ahead some more, "Hurry up and come, Marimo, it's almost time," he calls again, "and don't get lost, we don't have enough time, " you grin at his back, "Who's gonna get lost, huh? Number Seven?" You catch up to him, taunting him, grinning, "Shut up Marimo," He grins back, kicks the back of your knee and continues walking, "Shitty cook," You say, and slightly brush your fingers against his, You're finally back home..
End.