One Piece- "Headcase"
AHAHAH I HATED THIS IDEA BUT IT'S ALL I COULD THINK OF. *SOB*
Title: Headcase
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Chopper, Zoro, Sanji (vaguely ZoxSan?)
Topic: Second Best
Word Count: 300
Warning/s: Stupidity, OOC, weird style. No spoilers.
Summary: Zoro gets shot in the head.
Dedication: kotszok- YOURS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE I HATE YOU.
A/N: *fails* The original was like, 400 words. This is pared down to bare bones and THUS SUCKS.
Head wounds bled lots, Chopper said-just a graze, the bullet hadn’t hit anything important, and the others Zoro’d gotten would heal so long as he ate right and rested.
Of course it hadn’t hit anything important. It was Zoro’s head.
Stupid fuck. Still thought he was invincible after the million times he’d been shot or stabbed or lit on fire or launched from something or slammed into the ground.
Well. Sanji would show him. If pain didn’t teach Zoro a lesson the chef would.
From here on out playing not-safe meant soup. Lots of soup and Sanji was gonna make those delicate-ass broths that Zoro hated, chicken-based and vegetable-based without beef or tomato or any of the substantial stuff the swordsman liked because he thought it was more filling.
Zoro’s favorite soup was beef-bone stew.
The kind with big hunks of daikon that took hours to boil-- thick and rich and good with leeks.
Zoro’s second favorite was gumbo.
Sanji only knew this because it was his job of course-he knew everyone else’s favorite everything too.
But now it was also Sanji’s job to teach Zoro a lesson and even if he hated it, the fucker could sulk through the next month on nothing but chicken soup and a dream as far as he was concerned.
Then, after Zoro healed (from eating right and resting as instructed), he’d have learned his lesson and would stop doing stupid things that got him hurt, if only because he was sick of chicken soup.
Yeah.
That decided, Sanji looked down at the vegetables he’d chopped and paused, realizing he was already making gumbo.
Well.
Couldn’t waste ingredients, he supposed.
And it wasn’t beef stew, so… ha.
That’s right.
Ha.
He served Zoro supper in bed and looked smug the whole time.
END
EDITS PLZ.
Title: Headcase
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Chopper, Zoro, Sanji (vaguely ZoxSan?)
Topic: Second Best
Word Count: 300
Warning/s: Stupidity, OOC, weird style. No spoilers.
Summary: Zoro gets shot in the head.
Dedication: kotszok- YOURS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE I HATE YOU.
A/N: *fails* The original was like, 400 words. This is pared down to bare bones and THUS SUCKS.
Head wounds bled lots, Chopper said-just a graze, the bullet hadn’t hit anything important, and the others Zoro’d gotten would heal so long as he ate right and rested.
Of course it hadn’t hit anything important. It was Zoro’s head.
Stupid fuck. Still thought he was invincible after the million times he’d been shot or stabbed or lit on fire or launched from something or slammed into the ground.
Well. Sanji would show him. If pain didn’t teach Zoro a lesson the chef would.
From here on out playing not-safe meant soup. Lots of soup and Sanji was gonna make those delicate-ass broths that Zoro hated, chicken-based and vegetable-based without beef or tomato or any of the substantial stuff the swordsman liked because he thought it was more filling.
Zoro’s favorite soup was beef-bone stew.
The kind with big hunks of daikon that took hours to boil-- thick and rich and good with leeks.
Zoro’s second favorite was gumbo.
Sanji only knew this because it was his job of course-he knew everyone else’s favorite everything too.
But now it was also Sanji’s job to teach Zoro a lesson and even if he hated it, the fucker could sulk through the next month on nothing but chicken soup and a dream as far as he was concerned.
Then, after Zoro healed (from eating right and resting as instructed), he’d have learned his lesson and would stop doing stupid things that got him hurt, if only because he was sick of chicken soup.
Yeah.
That decided, Sanji looked down at the vegetables he’d chopped and paused, realizing he was already making gumbo.
Well.
Couldn’t waste ingredients, he supposed.
And it wasn’t beef stew, so… ha.
That’s right.
Ha.
He served Zoro supper in bed and looked smug the whole time.
END
EDITS PLZ.