I had no idea how to write this prompt
Title: The Mad Tea Party
Theme: Set #3, #12
Claim: Zoro
Words: 1180
Rating: PG
Warnings: References events from the previous instalment about the Davy Back fight.
Disclaimers: Be glad I don't own One Piece, otherwise you'd be stuck reading crap like this in the manga.
Zoro peeked round the door to the galley and breathed a sigh of what he would never admit was relief when he saw it was empty. He had enough shit to deal with right now without having to handle a cook ranting about him borrowing some of his crockery and bothering the ladies, even if it was them who'd asked him to teach them the tea ceremony. Why he'd agreed he would never know. What a waste of good training time.
Still, Robin had said that being an ancient ceremony that had emerged right about the time of the founding of the World Government, the tea ceremony might contain some symbolic clues to the truth behind the Void Century. Personally, he didn't think much of the theory, but if it got her closer to her dream...he shrugged. Nami's more immediate threat of an exponential increase in his debt had probably been the deciding factor anyway.
Now, if he could only find something he could actually use. He flipped open cabinet doors and slammed them shut again, brow furrowing in frustration. Why the hell did the cook stock his kitchen with such fancy dishware? All he needed was one simple bowl...
Zoro pulled open a drawer. No, just forks and knives and spoons. He was about to slam it shut again when a flicker of light from behind the utensils caught his eye. What the devil was that? For a moment there, it had looked like the eyes of a cat, gleaming in the darkness. He extended his arm into the depths of the drawer, groping around for the source of that flash. Aha!
His fingers closed around the object, and he found himself engulfed in a bright flash that knocked him backwards into the kitchen sink. "Whoa. What the hell was that?"
By the time he picked himself up and brushed the dust off his clothes, Roronoa Zoro was no longer the same man.
One hour later
"Where the hell are those...I know I had them in here," Sanji muttered to himself as he rummaged through his kitchen drawers, beginning to panic despite his best efforts. If they fell into the wrong hands, who knew what chaos would ensue?
He began throwing open cabinet doors, looking under plates and into bowls for any sign of the missing item. As he went through his china cabinet, he paused. Something else was missing, maybe not quite so potentially dangerous but much more personally significant.
The Strawhats looked up in some surprise as Sanji stormed out of the galley, looking angrier than they'd seen him for quite a while, since they'd gotten him back from the Shirahama Pirates. "Alright, you lot! Who's taken my best tea set?"
"Tea set? Why would we take your tea set, Sanji?" Luffy asked, taking his eyes momentarily off the fishing line.
"I don't know! All I know is that it's gone and one of you must have taken it!"
"Maybe Nami or Robin took it?" Chopper suggested. "They like tea."
"Yes, but they'd have asked me for it if they'd wanted it."
"Hey, wait a minute, didn't Nami-sis say something about Zoro-bro doing a tea thing for them today?" Franky asked.
"Oh yeah! Robin said she was interested in the tea ceremony, so she asked Zoro to teach it to them," Usopp recalled.
"But...you don't use fine china for the tea ceremony," Sanji objected, remembering the humble clay bowl Zoro had used instead.
"Well, none of us took it, Sanji, so you should go ask them," Luffy said, sounding unexpectedly reasonable.
Sanji swore under his breath. Getting lectured by Luffy of all people did not put him in any better a mood. He set off to look for Zoro, swearing to himself that if the marimo had taken the set of fine china the shit geezer had given him when he'd turned sixteen, he was going to pay.
He went first to the boys' quarters. "Oi, marimo! Are you in here?" he yelled, only to find himself talking to an empty room. He moved next door to the ladies' quarters. "Excuse me, Nami-san, Robin-chan, are you in here?" No response. He headed down to the aquarium bar, but once again it was marimo-free.
"Could the marimo be in the library?" Sanji wondered aloud to himself. Zoro had a pitifully small collection of books, so that hardly seemed likely, but that was the only place left the ladies would be, and surely his two angels of wisdom and beauty would know what had happened...
"Mellorine..." Sanji twirled his way over to the hatch that led down to the library, then snapped out of his trance and pondered. Much as he hated to admit it, he had been oddly moved by the tea ceremony the other day, and he didn't think he should interrupt it.
Then he heard the familiar clink of china, and decided to risk a peek.
There it was! His tea set sat in the centre on the room on the desk Nami normally used for her maps, arrayed on a white tablecloth in a most aesthetically-pleasing way. Sitting around the table were Robin, Nami and Brook, who would have looked like they were attending an elegant tea party, if Brook's jaw hadn't fallen so far it had hit the table, if Nami didn't have a stupefied look on her face, and if Robin...well, Robin looked calm as always, but even she looked terribly amused by something. He followed their stunned looks and found the cause.
Zoro, Zoro, the uncouth marimo, the worst-dressed bastard in the world, was wearing what looked suspiciously like one of Sanji's suits. Granted, it was hard to tell from behind, but judging by the tightness around the shoulders and the neck, and the fact that there was no way in hell the marimo owned anything like a suit...
"Biscuits, my swan?"
Oh, that could not be the marimo speaking. Not in that smarmy voice! And calling Nami "swan"? Could he be any less original?
"Er...yes, thank you," Nami stammered in reply, her eyes still wide in shock.
"You're most welcome, my sweet!" Zoro twirled as he set two biscuits on her plate.
Sanji reeled in shock. Zoro twirled. The mosshead had twirled. No he didn't. He couldn't have. But he did!
Sanji didn't look as ridiculous as that when he twirled, did he? No, he must be a helluva lot more graceful than that, since his legs were longer and he wasn't so ridiculously top-heavy...
Right?
Sanji pulled himself together. He knew the cause of all the trouble now, thanks to the marimo's stupid, ungraceful pirouette, and he had to stop this nonsense. No way this was a sacred tea ceremony!
He slid down the ladder, bursting with righteous indignation, and confronted Zoro.
"Oi! Shithead! What the fuck are you doing prancing around in my sunglasses?"
.....
EDIT: Forgot to mention that "sunglasses" was the theme.
And all I could think of was the take-over-your-mind-and-force-you-to-have-a-tea-party properties of Sanji's sunglasses... :-( Actually, Sanji wasn't even wearing his sunglasses at Little Garden, was he? Double fail...let's just pretend Sanji's sunglasses have magic properties, shall we?
Theme: Set #3, #12
Claim: Zoro
Words: 1180
Rating: PG
Warnings: References events from the previous instalment about the Davy Back fight.
Disclaimers: Be glad I don't own One Piece, otherwise you'd be stuck reading crap like this in the manga.
Zoro peeked round the door to the galley and breathed a sigh of what he would never admit was relief when he saw it was empty. He had enough shit to deal with right now without having to handle a cook ranting about him borrowing some of his crockery and bothering the ladies, even if it was them who'd asked him to teach them the tea ceremony. Why he'd agreed he would never know. What a waste of good training time.
Still, Robin had said that being an ancient ceremony that had emerged right about the time of the founding of the World Government, the tea ceremony might contain some symbolic clues to the truth behind the Void Century. Personally, he didn't think much of the theory, but if it got her closer to her dream...he shrugged. Nami's more immediate threat of an exponential increase in his debt had probably been the deciding factor anyway.
Now, if he could only find something he could actually use. He flipped open cabinet doors and slammed them shut again, brow furrowing in frustration. Why the hell did the cook stock his kitchen with such fancy dishware? All he needed was one simple bowl...
Zoro pulled open a drawer. No, just forks and knives and spoons. He was about to slam it shut again when a flicker of light from behind the utensils caught his eye. What the devil was that? For a moment there, it had looked like the eyes of a cat, gleaming in the darkness. He extended his arm into the depths of the drawer, groping around for the source of that flash. Aha!
His fingers closed around the object, and he found himself engulfed in a bright flash that knocked him backwards into the kitchen sink. "Whoa. What the hell was that?"
By the time he picked himself up and brushed the dust off his clothes, Roronoa Zoro was no longer the same man.
One hour later
"Where the hell are those...I know I had them in here," Sanji muttered to himself as he rummaged through his kitchen drawers, beginning to panic despite his best efforts. If they fell into the wrong hands, who knew what chaos would ensue?
He began throwing open cabinet doors, looking under plates and into bowls for any sign of the missing item. As he went through his china cabinet, he paused. Something else was missing, maybe not quite so potentially dangerous but much more personally significant.
The Strawhats looked up in some surprise as Sanji stormed out of the galley, looking angrier than they'd seen him for quite a while, since they'd gotten him back from the Shirahama Pirates. "Alright, you lot! Who's taken my best tea set?"
"Tea set? Why would we take your tea set, Sanji?" Luffy asked, taking his eyes momentarily off the fishing line.
"I don't know! All I know is that it's gone and one of you must have taken it!"
"Maybe Nami or Robin took it?" Chopper suggested. "They like tea."
"Yes, but they'd have asked me for it if they'd wanted it."
"Hey, wait a minute, didn't Nami-sis say something about Zoro-bro doing a tea thing for them today?" Franky asked.
"Oh yeah! Robin said she was interested in the tea ceremony, so she asked Zoro to teach it to them," Usopp recalled.
"But...you don't use fine china for the tea ceremony," Sanji objected, remembering the humble clay bowl Zoro had used instead.
"Well, none of us took it, Sanji, so you should go ask them," Luffy said, sounding unexpectedly reasonable.
Sanji swore under his breath. Getting lectured by Luffy of all people did not put him in any better a mood. He set off to look for Zoro, swearing to himself that if the marimo had taken the set of fine china the shit geezer had given him when he'd turned sixteen, he was going to pay.
He went first to the boys' quarters. "Oi, marimo! Are you in here?" he yelled, only to find himself talking to an empty room. He moved next door to the ladies' quarters. "Excuse me, Nami-san, Robin-chan, are you in here?" No response. He headed down to the aquarium bar, but once again it was marimo-free.
"Could the marimo be in the library?" Sanji wondered aloud to himself. Zoro had a pitifully small collection of books, so that hardly seemed likely, but that was the only place left the ladies would be, and surely his two angels of wisdom and beauty would know what had happened...
"Mellorine..." Sanji twirled his way over to the hatch that led down to the library, then snapped out of his trance and pondered. Much as he hated to admit it, he had been oddly moved by the tea ceremony the other day, and he didn't think he should interrupt it.
Then he heard the familiar clink of china, and decided to risk a peek.
There it was! His tea set sat in the centre on the room on the desk Nami normally used for her maps, arrayed on a white tablecloth in a most aesthetically-pleasing way. Sitting around the table were Robin, Nami and Brook, who would have looked like they were attending an elegant tea party, if Brook's jaw hadn't fallen so far it had hit the table, if Nami didn't have a stupefied look on her face, and if Robin...well, Robin looked calm as always, but even she looked terribly amused by something. He followed their stunned looks and found the cause.
Zoro, Zoro, the uncouth marimo, the worst-dressed bastard in the world, was wearing what looked suspiciously like one of Sanji's suits. Granted, it was hard to tell from behind, but judging by the tightness around the shoulders and the neck, and the fact that there was no way in hell the marimo owned anything like a suit...
"Biscuits, my swan?"
Oh, that could not be the marimo speaking. Not in that smarmy voice! And calling Nami "swan"? Could he be any less original?
"Er...yes, thank you," Nami stammered in reply, her eyes still wide in shock.
"You're most welcome, my sweet!" Zoro twirled as he set two biscuits on her plate.
Sanji reeled in shock. Zoro twirled. The mosshead had twirled. No he didn't. He couldn't have. But he did!
Sanji didn't look as ridiculous as that when he twirled, did he? No, he must be a helluva lot more graceful than that, since his legs were longer and he wasn't so ridiculously top-heavy...
Right?
Sanji pulled himself together. He knew the cause of all the trouble now, thanks to the marimo's stupid, ungraceful pirouette, and he had to stop this nonsense. No way this was a sacred tea ceremony!
He slid down the ladder, bursting with righteous indignation, and confronted Zoro.
"Oi! Shithead! What the fuck are you doing prancing around in my sunglasses?"
.....
EDIT: Forgot to mention that "sunglasses" was the theme.
And all I could think of was the take-over-your-mind-and-force-you-to-have-a-tea-party properties of Sanji's sunglasses... :-( Actually, Sanji wasn't even wearing his sunglasses at Little Garden, was he? Double fail...let's just pretend Sanji's sunglasses have magic properties, shall we?