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Jun. 1st, 2004 01:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: Stuck in the Kitchen
Word Count: 300
Pairing: vague LuSan
Rating: G
Even something you’ve loved forever can occasionally become tedious or painful. Today looked like one of those rare times; he just plain didn’t want to be in the kitchen. But, it was his job to feed his crewmates and his joy to cater to Nami-san, so he was laboring over the stove, though he really wanted was to be out swimming, too. Besides making a great swimming hole, the sheltered lagoon had yielded a bounty of fresh, rare zebra shrimp. The delicacies were currently hissing and popping in the frying pan, sizzling in a marinade carefully concocted to bring out the shrimps’ flavor while still complimenting the garlic pasta boiling on another burner.
The shouts and laughter from outside eddied in and out of the kitchen, swelling when the ship was declared “base” for tag and receding when Usopp found some kind of squid he wanted everyone to see. Stuck inside, Sanji grumbled under his breath, smoking yet another cigarette as he kept a close eye on the shrimp. Out of habit, he stroked his left thumb over the side of his right palm. Zeff had always said a chef’s hands were the most essential tools for cooking. But that didn’t mean they didn’t get neglected, damaged. Years ago, a kitchen accident had burned him badly, charring white and burning with cold rather than fire. Hardly noticeable, other than as a paler spot on his skin, it still lacked complete feeling. When he was tense or annoyed, he liked to rub it, testing if it could feel. Unlike the ungrateful bastards outside. Just then, a dripping Luffy burst in.
“Sanji, food ready? I wanna eat so you can come swimming too.”
“Almost,” he muttered, unable to completely hide the smile in his tone. So he wasn’t entirely forgotten after all.
Title: Nothing...couldn't come up with anything good
Word Count: 131
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG
The door burst inward, torn off its hinges from the force of the kick. A set of heavy iron chains stirred with a faint metallic clinking as Ben managed to stir himself enough to look at the intruder. The marines in the cell were frozen around him, struck dumb from shock and the deadly gaze that swept over each and every man. The cold, merciless expression on his captain’s face could chill a man to the marrow, could scare off a terrorizing sea monster. The carnage that followed added a fresh coat of red to the rusty stains on the floor and walls. When it was over, a thaw slowly melted Shanks’ expression. With a sunny smile, he beamed at his first mate as he opened the padlock to the chains.
Word Count: 300
Pairing: vague LuSan
Rating: G
Even something you’ve loved forever can occasionally become tedious or painful. Today looked like one of those rare times; he just plain didn’t want to be in the kitchen. But, it was his job to feed his crewmates and his joy to cater to Nami-san, so he was laboring over the stove, though he really wanted was to be out swimming, too. Besides making a great swimming hole, the sheltered lagoon had yielded a bounty of fresh, rare zebra shrimp. The delicacies were currently hissing and popping in the frying pan, sizzling in a marinade carefully concocted to bring out the shrimps’ flavor while still complimenting the garlic pasta boiling on another burner.
The shouts and laughter from outside eddied in and out of the kitchen, swelling when the ship was declared “base” for tag and receding when Usopp found some kind of squid he wanted everyone to see. Stuck inside, Sanji grumbled under his breath, smoking yet another cigarette as he kept a close eye on the shrimp. Out of habit, he stroked his left thumb over the side of his right palm. Zeff had always said a chef’s hands were the most essential tools for cooking. But that didn’t mean they didn’t get neglected, damaged. Years ago, a kitchen accident had burned him badly, charring white and burning with cold rather than fire. Hardly noticeable, other than as a paler spot on his skin, it still lacked complete feeling. When he was tense or annoyed, he liked to rub it, testing if it could feel. Unlike the ungrateful bastards outside. Just then, a dripping Luffy burst in.
“Sanji, food ready? I wanna eat so you can come swimming too.”
“Almost,” he muttered, unable to completely hide the smile in his tone. So he wasn’t entirely forgotten after all.
Title: Nothing...couldn't come up with anything good
Word Count: 131
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG
The door burst inward, torn off its hinges from the force of the kick. A set of heavy iron chains stirred with a faint metallic clinking as Ben managed to stir himself enough to look at the intruder. The marines in the cell were frozen around him, struck dumb from shock and the deadly gaze that swept over each and every man. The cold, merciless expression on his captain’s face could chill a man to the marrow, could scare off a terrorizing sea monster. The carnage that followed added a fresh coat of red to the rusty stains on the floor and walls. When it was over, a thaw slowly melted Shanks’ expression. With a sunny smile, he beamed at his first mate as he opened the padlock to the chains.
