28 and 29, I Believe
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dethoratsTitle: Sanctuary
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSopp
Word Count: 467
Everyone knew the battered green couch belonged to Zoro. It wasn’t like the swordsman had bought it or had written his name on it or anything but it had fallen to him naturally. Kind of like squatters’ rights, he was the owner of the lumpy, mishapen cushions and of the broken springs and the one arm that made a kind of groaning noise if it was perched on wrong. Besides he was the one that was always sweating and bleeding and drooling on it, which was kind of gross even if they were all guys and not supposed to care about such things, so it was as if he’d marked it like an animal, staked his claim.
Getting sick meant a pallet on the floor or being laid out on Nami’s mattress. Unless it was Zoro who was the one ill, or much more typically, injured. Chopper let him stay on his couch, toes peeking out from whatever blanket could be scrounged to cover him and head resting in the slight divot it had worn into the creaky arm. Zoro spent a lot of time on his couch, most of it sleeping or bleeding of course, but he also sat cross-legged on the tattered green cushions to polish his swords and occasionally he’d settle his palms upright on his knees and close his eyes and woe to anyone – read: Luffy – who tried to disturb him. He had first claim on all three of the seat cushions whenever they had one of their impromptu pillow fights, an unfair advantage the chef had protested but the captain let it slide because Zoro was after all the master of the three sword style and watching him fight with one in his mouth was admittedly hilarious. Everything about Zoro could be found somehow in his couch.
Usopp dragged himself aboard Merry after an hour or so. The weight of his body had pressed him into the rocks and left him numb wherever rubber fists hadn’t already managed to strike the feeling from him. He’d watched through slit, salt-filled eyes as the people he’d once called nakama shuffled past with their belongings. Down in what had been only recently a crowded, somewhat smelly room there were only empty rope hammocks left. Those and the green couch had been left behind. He had sworn to himself that he wasn’t going to cry but it was too much effort for his bruised and broken form to manage the hammock. The arm groaned softly as he gingerly lowered his head and the cushions cradled him as he sunk in deeper, surrounded by the swordsman’s scent. A few final tears, all he had left after the worst day of his life, leaked out and were soaked up by the green couch as he faded into sleep.
Title: Rainstorm
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSopp
Word Count: 479
“I told you it was going to rain. But no~oo. You can’t listen to me. Have to keep training even after the sun is blotted out by clouds darker than the veil of night. Have to keep swinging your swords although the thunder is rumbling louder than a stampeding herd of mamoths as chased by yours truly on my adventure to the land of the Hura people where they made me king and…” Usopp trailed off, sucked down another breath even as his feet pounded in unison with the swordsman’s as they hurtled over the cobblestone streets in what Zoro sincerely hoped was the direction of their hotel since he had no idea where it was.
“And,” Usopp continued after a few panted breaths, “tried to marry me off to the lovely princess Sheila, she of the golden hair and a chest like you wouldn’t believe but I turned them down because the Great Captain Usopp has a restless adventurer’s heart. And it rained there too but I know how to read the sky, something I learned on one of my previous journeys where I met the North Wind when he was trapped in a cave on the Red Line and set him free after a perilous struggle against the gnashing teeth of the sky shark and the deluging tears of the rock maiden. Which, I might add, was far greater than what we’re dashing through now. Nearly swept me away. And I caught a terrible cold and sneezed hard enough to knock over the sacred tree of the Brosnarians and had to run a thousand, no a million times faster than we are now to escape. But I DID esca-“
Zoro cut the sharpshooter’s tirade off with a well-placed sweep of his arm, catching Usopp about the waist and spinning them so that he pinned the younger pirate up against the wet brick of some building or other. Rain pounded down around them and his clothing was heavy with moisture but he ignored it in favor of the sight in front of him. Usopp stared up at him, mouth for once open but no words coming out, and Zoro waited until he tracked a single drop of water as it trailed down over an escaped black curl and tracked across a tan cheek to finally tremble on the edge of the sniper’s lips. The swordsman leaned down and caught it before it had a chance to slip into Usopp’s mouth, his tongue venturing where he wouldn’t let the rain go. The younger boy sagged wetly against him, met him with the same vigor that had been propelling them through the town.
“Sorry,” Zoro muttered when he finally let Usopp up for air. “You can have first go in the shower.”
And Usopp grinned and trotted off back in the lead, calling over his shoulder. “Nah, we can share.”
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSopp
Word Count: 467
Everyone knew the battered green couch belonged to Zoro. It wasn’t like the swordsman had bought it or had written his name on it or anything but it had fallen to him naturally. Kind of like squatters’ rights, he was the owner of the lumpy, mishapen cushions and of the broken springs and the one arm that made a kind of groaning noise if it was perched on wrong. Besides he was the one that was always sweating and bleeding and drooling on it, which was kind of gross even if they were all guys and not supposed to care about such things, so it was as if he’d marked it like an animal, staked his claim.
Getting sick meant a pallet on the floor or being laid out on Nami’s mattress. Unless it was Zoro who was the one ill, or much more typically, injured. Chopper let him stay on his couch, toes peeking out from whatever blanket could be scrounged to cover him and head resting in the slight divot it had worn into the creaky arm. Zoro spent a lot of time on his couch, most of it sleeping or bleeding of course, but he also sat cross-legged on the tattered green cushions to polish his swords and occasionally he’d settle his palms upright on his knees and close his eyes and woe to anyone – read: Luffy – who tried to disturb him. He had first claim on all three of the seat cushions whenever they had one of their impromptu pillow fights, an unfair advantage the chef had protested but the captain let it slide because Zoro was after all the master of the three sword style and watching him fight with one in his mouth was admittedly hilarious. Everything about Zoro could be found somehow in his couch.
Usopp dragged himself aboard Merry after an hour or so. The weight of his body had pressed him into the rocks and left him numb wherever rubber fists hadn’t already managed to strike the feeling from him. He’d watched through slit, salt-filled eyes as the people he’d once called nakama shuffled past with their belongings. Down in what had been only recently a crowded, somewhat smelly room there were only empty rope hammocks left. Those and the green couch had been left behind. He had sworn to himself that he wasn’t going to cry but it was too much effort for his bruised and broken form to manage the hammock. The arm groaned softly as he gingerly lowered his head and the cushions cradled him as he sunk in deeper, surrounded by the swordsman’s scent. A few final tears, all he had left after the worst day of his life, leaked out and were soaked up by the green couch as he faded into sleep.
Title: Rainstorm
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSopp
Word Count: 479
“I told you it was going to rain. But no~oo. You can’t listen to me. Have to keep training even after the sun is blotted out by clouds darker than the veil of night. Have to keep swinging your swords although the thunder is rumbling louder than a stampeding herd of mamoths as chased by yours truly on my adventure to the land of the Hura people where they made me king and…” Usopp trailed off, sucked down another breath even as his feet pounded in unison with the swordsman’s as they hurtled over the cobblestone streets in what Zoro sincerely hoped was the direction of their hotel since he had no idea where it was.
“And,” Usopp continued after a few panted breaths, “tried to marry me off to the lovely princess Sheila, she of the golden hair and a chest like you wouldn’t believe but I turned them down because the Great Captain Usopp has a restless adventurer’s heart. And it rained there too but I know how to read the sky, something I learned on one of my previous journeys where I met the North Wind when he was trapped in a cave on the Red Line and set him free after a perilous struggle against the gnashing teeth of the sky shark and the deluging tears of the rock maiden. Which, I might add, was far greater than what we’re dashing through now. Nearly swept me away. And I caught a terrible cold and sneezed hard enough to knock over the sacred tree of the Brosnarians and had to run a thousand, no a million times faster than we are now to escape. But I DID esca-“
Zoro cut the sharpshooter’s tirade off with a well-placed sweep of his arm, catching Usopp about the waist and spinning them so that he pinned the younger pirate up against the wet brick of some building or other. Rain pounded down around them and his clothing was heavy with moisture but he ignored it in favor of the sight in front of him. Usopp stared up at him, mouth for once open but no words coming out, and Zoro waited until he tracked a single drop of water as it trailed down over an escaped black curl and tracked across a tan cheek to finally tremble on the edge of the sniper’s lips. The swordsman leaned down and caught it before it had a chance to slip into Usopp’s mouth, his tongue venturing where he wouldn’t let the rain go. The younger boy sagged wetly against him, met him with the same vigor that had been propelling them through the town.
“Sorry,” Zoro muttered when he finally let Usopp up for air. “You can have first go in the shower.”
And Usopp grinned and trotted off back in the lead, calling over his shoulder. “Nah, we can share.”
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Date: 2006-10-10 02:04 pm (UTC)The second made me snicker; and again... really had the OP 'feel'
I love the way you manage to describe situations, objects and surroundings to the point that they almost seem to come to life...
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Date: 2006-10-10 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-25 10:08 pm (UTC)The second, however, gave me that wonderful little tummy-flip~
*purrs*