Missing Game Plan - Chapter Four
Title: Missing game plan - Chapter 4
Author: nadjeschda
Co-Author & Beta (of the German version): sahiko_chan
Rating: R
Pairing: ZoSa
Warnings: Trash xD, short chapters... well...we still don’t know where to go with this story but...we have fun orso...xD
Notes: Feedback is welcome, bur please remember that it’s just fun.
The child simply appears. Don’t ask how, why, wherefore etc. That’s it. Although it is NOT adopted no man had to become pregnant, that’s for sure!
Disclaimer: The characters are not ours, we only lent them from Oda-san to play with them ^____^
Note: Yes, we are still alive xD" We’re a bit slow, but hey… again, lots and lots of thanks to our goddess-of-the-English-language-with-a-lot-of-patience-to-endure-our-English sinisterbug.
Oh, and thanks to sahiko_chan who spent a LOT of time and nerves on this chapter… thanks to her we know now that her e-mail-provider does not believe in quotation marks. Yay -_-
~.~.~.~.~.~.
It was obvious that Zoro was not happy about his new nickname “mummy”.
He was even unhappier when the crew found out about it and joined Sanji in agreeing that it suited him - unjustly in Zoro’s opinion.
In spite of everything, he watched over his daughter lovingly, deciding that he should reduce his frustration about his new nickname another time.
Furthermore, Kimiko seemed to take after him - her hair was still thin, but green, like his own.
So Sanji had a relatively calm afternoon (with the aid of cigarettes) because Zoro was looking after their daughter.
To be exact he had a nice, calm afternoon until the moment a bloodcurdling scream broke through the silence.
Sanji realised that it was Zoro who had screamed, and he also knew that something disastrous in the category of apocalypse must have happened.
The cause was likely to be obvious, whatever it was.
Of course, he was right.
A moment later Zoro stormed into the galley, slammed the door, and planted himself before the cook.
His white shirt was covered in blood on the left side and so was his neck.
Zoro pressed one hand to his left ear and more blood was percolating through his fingers.
In his right hand he was holding one of his golden earrings.
“YOUR daughter has torn out one of MY earrings!”
“...,” Sanji sighed and reached for the first-aid kit Chopper had placed in the galley for minor wounds.
“Before I stitch up your flesh wound, where is my daughter?”
“I handed her over to Robin,” Zoro muttered, offended, and sat down at the dining table.
“Then show it to me,” Sanji said and surveyed the damage.
The wound was bleeding terribly and hurt for sure, but the good news was that it would need no stitching by Chopper to heal.
Besides, Sanji now knew that their daughter was going to be a strong girl.
The first boy breaking her heart better prepare himself.
Especially when he met her fathers.
Sanji tilted a generous amount of disinfectant over Zoro’s ear, ignoring the disgusted complaints of his lover.
After that, Sanji applied salve and a plaster on the wound. (Stitching up himself was no problem but it ended in drama if the evil cook uses some alcohol for disinfecting!)
“What have you done to deserve this?” Sanji asked, after vetting the swordsman.
“Nothing,” Zoro said, sulking.
“You can’t tell me our daughter tried to tear off your ear without cause.”
“Don’t you feel a little sorry for me?”
“You don’t care about being slit open from top to bottom, and now you’re dying because of a ripped-off earring,” Sanji remarked dryly.
“Since Kimiko’s birth, the first bit of attention I get is a bottle full of disinfectant over an open wound.”
Slowly it began to dawn on Sanji what Zoro wanted to say, and he decided to stop badgering him.
For now.
“Well...Kimiko needs most of our attention. It’s clear that it won’t go on like before.”
“You’re quoting word-for-word from that goddamn book,” Zoro grumbled, still sulking.
“Don’t tell me you are jealous of your own daughter?”
“That is also from the book!” Zoro hissed, and stood up to leave the galley.
It was lovely how nobody took him serious!
“Oh mummy you can be so cute if you want,” Sanji purred.
Zoro didn’t answer and stomp towards the door.
“Zoro!” Sanji called.
It wasn’t that bad.
“Zoro!”
Okay, maybe it was.
“Zoro! Zor...honey!”
He rushed to catch up with the swordsman before he could leave the galley.
He grabbed for Zoro’s arm to stop him.
The Marimo stopped, but continued staring at the door.
First, Sanji waited for what would happen, but it seemed like Zoro was going to remain silent.
Maybe it was time to make a plan.
Gently he laid his arm on Zoro’s shoulder and drew him back.
“Hey, don’t run away.”
Zoro mumbled some incoherent words and let himself being pushed back towards the sofa.
The cook forced him to sit down and wasted no time by crawling into his lover's lap.
“Now you got me,” Sanji whispered, and tousled Zoro’s hair.
Of course he was careful - he didn’t want to touch Zoro’s wounded ear and evoke more drama.
The swordsman relaxed a little bit, leaning back into the seat and placing his hands on Sanji’s hips.
The cook caressed Zoro’s cheek.
“Okay, now tell me what’s up with you.”
Wordless, Zoro drew Sanji closer and buried his face in Sanji’s neck.
“Are you afraid that this won’t work?” Sanji guessed.
“That you’re a bad father? That you won’t succeed in raising a child, or that our relation won’t last?”
“That’s from the book again,” Zoro muttered.
“But it’s still right, isn’t it?”
No answer. Sanji loved the book.
With a sigh he took Zoro’s face in both of his hands and looked deep into the eyes of his lover.
“I feel just the same,” the blonde whispered. “But I’m sure together we will make it through.”
As always when Zoro was thinking something got too sappy, he rolled his eyes.
Funnily enough, it was always Sanji who said kitschy stuff, never him.
However, he could hardly deny his smile.
“I mean...What awaits us? - Teaching her to walk and talk, driving off boys, training her in swordplay,” Zoro grumbled.
Sanji raised his eyebrow, but decided not to complain.
“Correct. And then there are the usual children’s illnesses, the teething, puberty and all the education. The next eighteen years are gonna be a piece of cake!”
“ I'm afraid I'm going to have to read this book,” Zoro remarked.
“Definitely,” Sanji agreed.
“Though we should concentrate on the present now, and that means Kimiko will be in good hands for at least the next thirteen minutes.”
Zoro gave him a knowing smile.
“Oh...so it is?”
“So it is,” Sanji answered, and drew his lover closer to give him a deep kiss.
TBC
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Zoro’s face when he realised that his daughter has the same hair colour like him: >D
Author: nadjeschda
Co-Author & Beta (of the German version): sahiko_chan
Rating: R
Pairing: ZoSa
Warnings: Trash xD, short chapters... well...we still don’t know where to go with this story but...we have fun orso...xD
Notes: Feedback is welcome, bur please remember that it’s just fun.
The child simply appears. Don’t ask how, why, wherefore etc. That’s it. Although it is NOT adopted no man had to become pregnant, that’s for sure!
Disclaimer: The characters are not ours, we only lent them from Oda-san to play with them ^____^
Note: Yes, we are still alive xD" We’re a bit slow, but hey… again, lots and lots of thanks to our goddess-of-the-English-language-with-a-lot-of-patience-to-endure-our-English sinisterbug.
Oh, and thanks to sahiko_chan who spent a LOT of time and nerves on this chapter… thanks to her we know now that her e-mail-provider does not believe in quotation marks. Yay -_-
~.~.~.~.~.~.
It was obvious that Zoro was not happy about his new nickname “mummy”.
He was even unhappier when the crew found out about it and joined Sanji in agreeing that it suited him - unjustly in Zoro’s opinion.
In spite of everything, he watched over his daughter lovingly, deciding that he should reduce his frustration about his new nickname another time.
Furthermore, Kimiko seemed to take after him - her hair was still thin, but green, like his own.
So Sanji had a relatively calm afternoon (with the aid of cigarettes) because Zoro was looking after their daughter.
To be exact he had a nice, calm afternoon until the moment a bloodcurdling scream broke through the silence.
Sanji realised that it was Zoro who had screamed, and he also knew that something disastrous in the category of apocalypse must have happened.
The cause was likely to be obvious, whatever it was.
Of course, he was right.
A moment later Zoro stormed into the galley, slammed the door, and planted himself before the cook.
His white shirt was covered in blood on the left side and so was his neck.
Zoro pressed one hand to his left ear and more blood was percolating through his fingers.
In his right hand he was holding one of his golden earrings.
“YOUR daughter has torn out one of MY earrings!”
“...,” Sanji sighed and reached for the first-aid kit Chopper had placed in the galley for minor wounds.
“Before I stitch up your flesh wound, where is my daughter?”
“I handed her over to Robin,” Zoro muttered, offended, and sat down at the dining table.
“Then show it to me,” Sanji said and surveyed the damage.
The wound was bleeding terribly and hurt for sure, but the good news was that it would need no stitching by Chopper to heal.
Besides, Sanji now knew that their daughter was going to be a strong girl.
The first boy breaking her heart better prepare himself.
Especially when he met her fathers.
Sanji tilted a generous amount of disinfectant over Zoro’s ear, ignoring the disgusted complaints of his lover.
After that, Sanji applied salve and a plaster on the wound. (Stitching up himself was no problem but it ended in drama if the evil cook uses some alcohol for disinfecting!)
“What have you done to deserve this?” Sanji asked, after vetting the swordsman.
“Nothing,” Zoro said, sulking.
“You can’t tell me our daughter tried to tear off your ear without cause.”
“Don’t you feel a little sorry for me?”
“You don’t care about being slit open from top to bottom, and now you’re dying because of a ripped-off earring,” Sanji remarked dryly.
“Since Kimiko’s birth, the first bit of attention I get is a bottle full of disinfectant over an open wound.”
Slowly it began to dawn on Sanji what Zoro wanted to say, and he decided to stop badgering him.
For now.
“Well...Kimiko needs most of our attention. It’s clear that it won’t go on like before.”
“You’re quoting word-for-word from that goddamn book,” Zoro grumbled, still sulking.
“Don’t tell me you are jealous of your own daughter?”
“That is also from the book!” Zoro hissed, and stood up to leave the galley.
It was lovely how nobody took him serious!
“Oh mummy you can be so cute if you want,” Sanji purred.
Zoro didn’t answer and stomp towards the door.
“Zoro!” Sanji called.
It wasn’t that bad.
“Zoro!”
Okay, maybe it was.
“Zoro! Zor...honey!”
He rushed to catch up with the swordsman before he could leave the galley.
He grabbed for Zoro’s arm to stop him.
The Marimo stopped, but continued staring at the door.
First, Sanji waited for what would happen, but it seemed like Zoro was going to remain silent.
Maybe it was time to make a plan.
Gently he laid his arm on Zoro’s shoulder and drew him back.
“Hey, don’t run away.”
Zoro mumbled some incoherent words and let himself being pushed back towards the sofa.
The cook forced him to sit down and wasted no time by crawling into his lover's lap.
“Now you got me,” Sanji whispered, and tousled Zoro’s hair.
Of course he was careful - he didn’t want to touch Zoro’s wounded ear and evoke more drama.
The swordsman relaxed a little bit, leaning back into the seat and placing his hands on Sanji’s hips.
The cook caressed Zoro’s cheek.
“Okay, now tell me what’s up with you.”
Wordless, Zoro drew Sanji closer and buried his face in Sanji’s neck.
“Are you afraid that this won’t work?” Sanji guessed.
“That you’re a bad father? That you won’t succeed in raising a child, or that our relation won’t last?”
“That’s from the book again,” Zoro muttered.
“But it’s still right, isn’t it?”
No answer. Sanji loved the book.
With a sigh he took Zoro’s face in both of his hands and looked deep into the eyes of his lover.
“I feel just the same,” the blonde whispered. “But I’m sure together we will make it through.”
As always when Zoro was thinking something got too sappy, he rolled his eyes.
Funnily enough, it was always Sanji who said kitschy stuff, never him.
However, he could hardly deny his smile.
“I mean...What awaits us? - Teaching her to walk and talk, driving off boys, training her in swordplay,” Zoro grumbled.
Sanji raised his eyebrow, but decided not to complain.
“Correct. And then there are the usual children’s illnesses, the teething, puberty and all the education. The next eighteen years are gonna be a piece of cake!”
“ I'm afraid I'm going to have to read this book,” Zoro remarked.
“Definitely,” Sanji agreed.
“Though we should concentrate on the present now, and that means Kimiko will be in good hands for at least the next thirteen minutes.”
Zoro gave him a knowing smile.
“Oh...so it is?”
“So it is,” Sanji answered, and drew his lover closer to give him a deep kiss.
TBC
~.~.~.~.~.~.
Zoro’s face when he realised that his daughter has the same hair colour like him: >D