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Title: Polishing Swords
Rating: PG for juvenile innuendo
Pairing: Johnny/Yosaku and Zoro
Word Count: 300
Being relatively incompetent bounty hunters, Johnny and Yosaku didn’t often have a lot of money. Not having a lot of money meant spending a great deal of time in one another’s company. If they were lucky, the inns they could afford would have two beds in a single room. But more often than not, they ended up crammed together in the lone bed fighting over the blanket. As a result of all this impecuniary-enforced closeness they’d developed a code of sorts, certain words or phrases that sounded innocuous enough but whose intended meaning was quite clear to the pair of them. Indeed they’d become so accustomed to their shared speech that by the time they’d hooked up with their aniki, they’d sort of forgotten the original definition of those words.
“I’m going to go polish my sword,” was a phrase Zoro uttered nearly every night. The green-haired young man would say this and then go tramping off from the campfire or retreat to the hotel room or simply disappear. The white blade, the one that never left his side, was always with him. And as often as he had them, the other two blades also went. But nothing else. No sword polish or cleaning rags that the other two bounty hunters could see. And this, combined with their own euphemism about the exact same task, led them to begin speculating. Finally, after several months in Zoro’s company with him repeatedly retreating for some alone time with his blade, they couldn’t resist their curiosity any longer. After all, even though Zoro was young, no normal person would polish his sword so often or for so long. It was with some minor dismay that the pair discovered their aniki was a literal man and hadn’t picked up on their own speech peculiarities.
A/N: Don't ask what was up with the long word choices.
Rating: PG for juvenile innuendo
Pairing: Johnny/Yosaku and Zoro
Word Count: 300
Being relatively incompetent bounty hunters, Johnny and Yosaku didn’t often have a lot of money. Not having a lot of money meant spending a great deal of time in one another’s company. If they were lucky, the inns they could afford would have two beds in a single room. But more often than not, they ended up crammed together in the lone bed fighting over the blanket. As a result of all this impecuniary-enforced closeness they’d developed a code of sorts, certain words or phrases that sounded innocuous enough but whose intended meaning was quite clear to the pair of them. Indeed they’d become so accustomed to their shared speech that by the time they’d hooked up with their aniki, they’d sort of forgotten the original definition of those words.
“I’m going to go polish my sword,” was a phrase Zoro uttered nearly every night. The green-haired young man would say this and then go tramping off from the campfire or retreat to the hotel room or simply disappear. The white blade, the one that never left his side, was always with him. And as often as he had them, the other two blades also went. But nothing else. No sword polish or cleaning rags that the other two bounty hunters could see. And this, combined with their own euphemism about the exact same task, led them to begin speculating. Finally, after several months in Zoro’s company with him repeatedly retreating for some alone time with his blade, they couldn’t resist their curiosity any longer. After all, even though Zoro was young, no normal person would polish his sword so often or for so long. It was with some minor dismay that the pair discovered their aniki was a literal man and hadn’t picked up on their own speech peculiarities.
A/N: Don't ask what was up with the long word choices.
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