old fic
We recently found this already typed so we decided to post it.
TItile: Opera (for no obvious reason)
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Notes: It's really only half done, but we're never going to finish it and it's at an okay stopping point so... We wrote this story after reading a book that takes place in the 1800's. The main character says something about how it people reacted to bad cooking like they do bad opera, there would be a lot more thrown cabbages
Something was wrong with Sanji. Everyone could tell. After breakfast, he had kicked everyone-including Nami and Robin- out of the galley. He then locked himself inside and refused to come out or let anyone in.
Zoro had threatened to slice through the door but had decided that sake wasn’t worth it after a particularly harsh round of insults. Ussop gave up almost immediately and Chopper didn’t last much longer. Luffy thought Sanji was upset at him for stealing food. Again.
Even the combined efforts of Nami and Robin failed to get more than what sounded like halfhearted compliments.
So when the chef gave the call for dinner everyone was relieved. Partly because they hadn’t read anything since breakfast, but mostly because it seemed that their nakama had recovered from whatever was wrong.
That is, until they saw their meal. It was soup. In the soup was a whole cabbage, a couple of un-chopped carrots, and some lumps of something that might have been meat.
“Oi, love-cook,” Zoro commented, “This looks like shit.”
The rest of the crew looked nervously at Sanji, but the blonde just looked away and…blushed?
“Sanji? Are you okay?” Chopper asked. “You look flushed, maybe you have a fever?”
“I’m fine.” Sanji brushed off the reindeer’s attempts to take his temperature.
Zoro decided that he should taste the ‘soup’ first so that only one of them had to suffer if it tasted as bad as it looked.
SPLURT!
The swordsman decided that no, it didn’t taste as bad as it looked, it tasted worse. And it was cold. Upset, Zoro picked out the cabbage and lightly chucked it at the unsuspecting chef.
“It tastes like shit, too!”
The vegetable smushed against the back of Sanji’s head causing him to fall to fall to the floor.
Their crewmates looked between the unconscious chef and the startled swordsman.
“I didn’t throw it that hard!”
TItile: Opera (for no obvious reason)
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Notes: It's really only half done, but we're never going to finish it and it's at an okay stopping point so... We wrote this story after reading a book that takes place in the 1800's. The main character says something about how it people reacted to bad cooking like they do bad opera, there would be a lot more thrown cabbages
Something was wrong with Sanji. Everyone could tell. After breakfast, he had kicked everyone-including Nami and Robin- out of the galley. He then locked himself inside and refused to come out or let anyone in.
Zoro had threatened to slice through the door but had decided that sake wasn’t worth it after a particularly harsh round of insults. Ussop gave up almost immediately and Chopper didn’t last much longer. Luffy thought Sanji was upset at him for stealing food. Again.
Even the combined efforts of Nami and Robin failed to get more than what sounded like halfhearted compliments.
So when the chef gave the call for dinner everyone was relieved. Partly because they hadn’t read anything since breakfast, but mostly because it seemed that their nakama had recovered from whatever was wrong.
That is, until they saw their meal. It was soup. In the soup was a whole cabbage, a couple of un-chopped carrots, and some lumps of something that might have been meat.
“Oi, love-cook,” Zoro commented, “This looks like shit.”
The rest of the crew looked nervously at Sanji, but the blonde just looked away and…blushed?
“Sanji? Are you okay?” Chopper asked. “You look flushed, maybe you have a fever?”
“I’m fine.” Sanji brushed off the reindeer’s attempts to take his temperature.
Zoro decided that he should taste the ‘soup’ first so that only one of them had to suffer if it tasted as bad as it looked.
SPLURT!
The swordsman decided that no, it didn’t taste as bad as it looked, it tasted worse. And it was cold. Upset, Zoro picked out the cabbage and lightly chucked it at the unsuspecting chef.
“It tastes like shit, too!”
The vegetable smushed against the back of Sanji’s head causing him to fall to fall to the floor.
Their crewmates looked between the unconscious chef and the startled swordsman.
“I didn’t throw it that hard!”