This one actually scares ME.
SO CRACKY OMG. And Wolverine is so, SO OOC. I hope this cheers you up a bit before you die of exams, Kaja.
Title: X-Over
Series: One Piece/X-Men.
One Piece/X-Men: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Part Whatever of the chibi_trillian/kotszok Fic-Art Exchange. Zoro meets someone even more lost than he is.
Zoro hated to admit it, but he thought he might be just the tiniest bit lost.
He wasn’t sure quite when the streets had switched around on him, but he seemed to be a very long way from the harbor. The darkness wasn’t helping. Zoro sighed. That lightpost over there looked familiar. He’d use that as a landmark.
An hour later, after determining that every lightpost in this stupid town looked just like every other lightpost, Zoro found a bar. He was thankful, as being lost was a thirsty activity. Besides, bars were usually what got him found again-his nakama searched them first, and there were only so many in a given town. So he’d sit in here and drink until Sanji or Usopp or Nami showed up and dragged him out. It was good plan, one that had worked in the past.
A few hours later, having drunk enough to get even him very slightly buzzed, Zoro had to conclude with annoyance that his plan didn’t seem to be working. It was undoubtedly Sanji’s fault somehow.
At least he wasn’t the only one in here who wasn’t sure where he was. There was a short, fuzzy-looking guy who was trying to figure out where he was in relation to somewhere called “Nu York.” Zoro had never heard of such a place, and neither had the bartender.
After threatening the bartender with death if he was lying, the guy had finally asked for a local map. He’d looked at it, shredded it in a minor explosion of rage, and was now sitting at the bar drinking a beer and growling angrily about someone named “Gateway” dumping him here. Maybe Gateway was the captain of his ship?
The man’s short temper and skuzziness reminded Zoro vaguely of Sanji, except not. This guy could at least hold his booze. And he didn’t look like a flaming metrosexual. And he wasn’t a skinny little twig. And he wasn’t annoying Zoro simply by breathing.
The guy caught Zoro staring, and glared back. Zoro narrowed his eyes, focused his gaze, trying to read the other’s soul.
There was a wild animal behind this man’s eyes.
Zoro liked it. The corners of his mouth twitched up before he could catch himself.
The other caught the smile, frowned a bit, stood up, and started walking over to Zoro’s table. He tensed. This was it. He and this feral man were either going to try and kill each other or be instant friends. There was no middle ground when two fierce warriors met. Either way, Zoro was going to have fun.
The man stuck out his hand. “Logan.”
Zoro grinned. Like knew like. “Roronoa Zoro.”
****
“These katana are nice pieces of workmanship. I’m impressed, bub. You say you use all three of ‘em at once?”
****
“Never seen blades like that before. Where are the sheaths?”
****
“He’s an annoying little bastard. Spoils the girls, treats the guys like shit. And he’s got fucked-up eyebrows.”
“My annoying bastard has fucked-up eyes, and doesn’t deserve his girl. Assholes are assholes no matter where you go.”
“Nmm. I’ll drink to that.”
“You’n’me both, Roronoa.”
****
“Gentlemen, if you’re going to fight in the bar, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“We’re not fightin’ for real, so sit down and shut your piehole.”
****
“Tired?”
“…No.”
“Want to get a room anyway?”
****
“DAMN, Roronoa. I thought that green was a dye job.”
****
“Hn. You really do recover fast.”
****
“I hope you had a good time wherever you were, Zoro. Sanji-kun had to go through the city three times before he found you.” Nami shook her head, looking heartily disapproving of first mates who make their ships miss the morning tide.
Zoro thought of muscles that rivaled his own. He thought of a fierce smile and sharp teeth biting his shoulder, carefully avoiding the throat lest passion turn into combat. He thought of too much life crammed into too compact a person, to the point where it welled up out of his skin and knitted injuries closed as fast as they happened.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
Title: X-Over
Series: One Piece/X-Men.
One Piece/X-Men: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Part Whatever of the chibi_trillian/kotszok Fic-Art Exchange. Zoro meets someone even more lost than he is.
Zoro hated to admit it, but he thought he might be just the tiniest bit lost.
He wasn’t sure quite when the streets had switched around on him, but he seemed to be a very long way from the harbor. The darkness wasn’t helping. Zoro sighed. That lightpost over there looked familiar. He’d use that as a landmark.
An hour later, after determining that every lightpost in this stupid town looked just like every other lightpost, Zoro found a bar. He was thankful, as being lost was a thirsty activity. Besides, bars were usually what got him found again-his nakama searched them first, and there were only so many in a given town. So he’d sit in here and drink until Sanji or Usopp or Nami showed up and dragged him out. It was good plan, one that had worked in the past.
A few hours later, having drunk enough to get even him very slightly buzzed, Zoro had to conclude with annoyance that his plan didn’t seem to be working. It was undoubtedly Sanji’s fault somehow.
At least he wasn’t the only one in here who wasn’t sure where he was. There was a short, fuzzy-looking guy who was trying to figure out where he was in relation to somewhere called “Nu York.” Zoro had never heard of such a place, and neither had the bartender.
After threatening the bartender with death if he was lying, the guy had finally asked for a local map. He’d looked at it, shredded it in a minor explosion of rage, and was now sitting at the bar drinking a beer and growling angrily about someone named “Gateway” dumping him here. Maybe Gateway was the captain of his ship?
The man’s short temper and skuzziness reminded Zoro vaguely of Sanji, except not. This guy could at least hold his booze. And he didn’t look like a flaming metrosexual. And he wasn’t a skinny little twig. And he wasn’t annoying Zoro simply by breathing.
The guy caught Zoro staring, and glared back. Zoro narrowed his eyes, focused his gaze, trying to read the other’s soul.
There was a wild animal behind this man’s eyes.
Zoro liked it. The corners of his mouth twitched up before he could catch himself.
The other caught the smile, frowned a bit, stood up, and started walking over to Zoro’s table. He tensed. This was it. He and this feral man were either going to try and kill each other or be instant friends. There was no middle ground when two fierce warriors met. Either way, Zoro was going to have fun.
The man stuck out his hand. “Logan.”
Zoro grinned. Like knew like. “Roronoa Zoro.”
****
“These katana are nice pieces of workmanship. I’m impressed, bub. You say you use all three of ‘em at once?”
****
“Never seen blades like that before. Where are the sheaths?”
****
“He’s an annoying little bastard. Spoils the girls, treats the guys like shit. And he’s got fucked-up eyebrows.”
“My annoying bastard has fucked-up eyes, and doesn’t deserve his girl. Assholes are assholes no matter where you go.”
“Nmm. I’ll drink to that.”
“You’n’me both, Roronoa.”
****
“Gentlemen, if you’re going to fight in the bar, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“We’re not fightin’ for real, so sit down and shut your piehole.”
****
“Tired?”
“…No.”
“Want to get a room anyway?”
****
“DAMN, Roronoa. I thought that green was a dye job.”
****
“Hn. You really do recover fast.”
****
“I hope you had a good time wherever you were, Zoro. Sanji-kun had to go through the city three times before he found you.” Nami shook her head, looking heartily disapproving of first mates who make their ships miss the morning tide.
Zoro thought of muscles that rivaled his own. He thought of a fierce smile and sharp teeth biting his shoulder, carefully avoiding the throat lest passion turn into combat. He thought of too much life crammed into too compact a person, to the point where it welled up out of his skin and knitted injuries closed as fast as they happened.
“Yeah. You could say that.”