Title: Show Must Go On
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 554
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei and I shamelessly got this idea from
sybile and
this picture.
A/N: This is dedicated to
greensan because of the simple reason that I love her.
The music was pumping out loud from the boombox, and Zoro felt the vibrations in the floor he sat on with every beat. The gym hall was filled with teens and kid, all gathered to watch the people of Loguetown who claimed they knew how to breakdance. So far, it was kinda like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but his friends, Luffy and Chopper especially, seemed to enjoy it so he remained seated on the floor between the grinning Luffy and Usopp. At least they had good seats up in the front so he could see people fail.
The guy on the floor right now tried to do a six-step, but fell over and landed on his own elbow in a way that looked quite painful. The music was turned down as the guy was helped away from the circle by his friends, shame written in his face with big letters.
The injured kid was soon replaced with a new potential dancer. He took his time, taking a last drag of his cigarette before he crushed it under his white sneakers. Smirking, he removed the hood from his blond hair as soon as the music got turned up again, and the moment later, he was down on the floor, spinning. At first, Zoro was just waiting for the skinny teen to fall over and break his arm, but to his surprise, he managed to support his whole weight (not that it seemed to be so much) on one arm without even breaking a sweat. And then he started moving.
It seemed like the blond's legs never needed to touch the ground; he was floating in the air. Zoro knew he was staring, but at least he wasn't the only one. Everybody had their eyes glued on the impossibly bendy dancer. Limbs swished in complex moves, yet the guy seemed to have impossible control over his body. When his blue hoodie flew up during the handstands the green haired man got to enjoy the pale skin and the muscles under it. He might be a skinny bastard, but no one could deny that those muscles couldn't do their work.
The dull dance off had suddenly turned into something much more interesting. Zoro couldn't rip his eyes of the man, and he felt how a blush was beginning to creep up his cheeks. He couldn't deny the fact that he was enjoying the show. He rested his chin in his palm and watched the next single handstand the teen pulled of like it was a walk in the park with a smug smile.
Unfortunately, the song was coming to an end, and so was the blond's performance. He finished everything off with a pike, and when he stood still, upside down with his hair and clothes hanging draped around his perfect body, his blue eyes met Zoro's, neither of them breaking away.
Finally, the dancer jumped down and landed on both feet. He moved aside so the next dancer could take his place, but he didn't move far away from Zoro, neither did he let go of his gaze. Instead he searched his back pocket and fished up a cigarette that was soon lit and placed between his lips. Smirking, he looked down on the sitting teen.
“You like what you see?”
Part two, written by
greensan