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Who: Roronoa Zoro (threesword), Sanji (baratiesbest), Umi Ryuuzaki (embracethewaves)
Where: Outside the Northern Lights
When: August 11th, During the party at the lights
Rating: PG-13 at least :|
Summary: Things finally reach their breaking point between the two Straw Hats.
the log:
Outrage. It was the only thing that could be used to described what Zoro was feeling right now. That damn stupid ero-cook - he was always forward and flirtatious. He knew that. But this had been too much. Zoro couldn't understand it. Just days earlier, he had his arm wrapped around Umi's shoulder, rubbing it in the swordsman's face. And now? The pervert was fooling around with that girl?
It was wrong in more ways that Zoro cared to comprehend. It was more than vindictive in his eyes to betray his own nakama - to have to watch Sanji constantly go for the one girl who Zoro really cared for, but then do something so intimate with someone else. He didn't know how Umi felt about Sanji, but he knew that she cared for him a lot - and in the event that she really cared for him in that sense, it would hurt her.
Why the fuck would he do that? Sanji had always been so chivalrous. Hurting a woman in any way was unacceptable, but yet - he was on the path to doing so.
Zoro wasn't sure what had changed. But this? This wasn't nakama. This wasn't having each other's back regardless of the situation. It wasn't a silent fist pump. It was a punch straight to the balls. And Zoro wasn't taking it anymore. They'd had their fair share of battles, but this was it. Zoro had already sacrificed enough in Discedo - he wasn't sure what would happen. He was without comfortable home, he was often away from his nakama, and if he won this fight (which he fully intended on), then he could possibly lose his place as a Straw Hat pirate.
Discedo had changed him. For better or for worse, it had. And maybe as long as he was here, he wasn't fit to be a Straw Hat.
Or maybe that was Sanji.
Zoro really didn't know anymore.
Either way, he waited. His body was leaned up against a building across the street from the bar. The bandanna had already been secured to his head. One hand rested over the hilts of his swords. The other was clenched into a tight fist.
This was going to end in splattered blood.
Where: Outside the Northern Lights
When: August 11th, During the party at the lights
Rating: PG-13 at least :|
Summary: Things finally reach their breaking point between the two Straw Hats.
the log:
Outrage. It was the only thing that could be used to described what Zoro was feeling right now. That damn stupid ero-cook - he was always forward and flirtatious. He knew that. But this had been too much. Zoro couldn't understand it. Just days earlier, he had his arm wrapped around Umi's shoulder, rubbing it in the swordsman's face. And now? The pervert was fooling around with that girl?
It was wrong in more ways that Zoro cared to comprehend. It was more than vindictive in his eyes to betray his own nakama - to have to watch Sanji constantly go for the one girl who Zoro really cared for, but then do something so intimate with someone else. He didn't know how Umi felt about Sanji, but he knew that she cared for him a lot - and in the event that she really cared for him in that sense, it would hurt her.
Why the fuck would he do that? Sanji had always been so chivalrous. Hurting a woman in any way was unacceptable, but yet - he was on the path to doing so.
Zoro wasn't sure what had changed. But this? This wasn't nakama. This wasn't having each other's back regardless of the situation. It wasn't a silent fist pump. It was a punch straight to the balls. And Zoro wasn't taking it anymore. They'd had their fair share of battles, but this was it. Zoro had already sacrificed enough in Discedo - he wasn't sure what would happen. He was without comfortable home, he was often away from his nakama, and if he won this fight (which he fully intended on), then he could possibly lose his place as a Straw Hat pirate.
Discedo had changed him. For better or for worse, it had. And maybe as long as he was here, he wasn't fit to be a Straw Hat.
Or maybe that was Sanji.
Zoro really didn't know anymore.
Either way, he waited. His body was leaned up against a building across the street from the bar. The bandanna had already been secured to his head. One hand rested over the hilts of his swords. The other was clenched into a tight fist.
This was going to end in splattered blood.