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dethoratsTitle: Zolo’s Secret Past
Rating: G
Word Count: 241
Pairing: Lolli-boy Sanji/Zolo
Note: All credit (blame) goes to xparrot for her comment about Zolo sounding like a candy. And, of course, to 4Kids, for giving us the wonderfully awful, but fun to parody, versions of the crew.
“Wait. What was that?”
“Shove it sucker boy.”
“Did you just say your name was Zolo? Like the candy? Your parents were lame enough to name you after a food? And did you dye your hair to match or was that the deciding factor?”
Zolo growled and moved to stalk past the blonde. The near hysterical laughter was irritating, and those kinds of comments were ones that had grown tiresome long ago. As fate wanted, Sanji chose that moment to start choking on his half-eaten mango-cherry lollipop. A long sigh, one that conveyed ages of frustration and suffering, escaped from Zolo as he performed the Heimlich maneuver on the annoying chef. The candy was finally dislodged, landing on the floor as Sanji gasped for air. Zolo took advantage of the moment to whisper in his ear.
“No, you jerk, they named it after me. I told you my name was RORONOAH Zolo.”
He dropped the shocked, still somewhat airless teen to the floor and strode angrily out the door. He hadn’t admitted to his parentage in years. Sanji watched him go, slack-jawed until a hungry grin picked it up again. It wasn’t every day that the ticket to an unending supply of delicious, mouth-watering lollipops, courtesy of one heir to the Roronoah East Blue Candy Company, visited the restaurant. And it didn’t hurt that his favorite sweet, after the lollipops, were the green, slightly sour, long-lasting hard candies known as Zolos.
Title: Painful Memories
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Zolo/Lollipop Sanji
Note: A little more of poor Zolo's torturous back story.
“You’re weak.”
“Zolo, Zolo, green and sweet.”
“You’ll never defeat me.”
“Candy boy’s just too easy to beat.”
“Weak, weak, weak….”
Sweating and panting, Roronoah Zolo set bolt upright on the deck of the Sheep Ship. He hadn’t had that particular dream in years. Somehow it was all the fault of that damn cook or waiter or whatever he was. Stupid sucker boy and his stupid comments. His past was past. All that remained was his destiny – to become the greatest swordsman, erase from memory the taunted child.
“Kuina,” he sighed. “At least you weren’t partial to such suggestive sweets.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 241
Pairing: Lolli-boy Sanji/Zolo
Note: All credit (blame) goes to xparrot for her comment about Zolo sounding like a candy. And, of course, to 4Kids, for giving us the wonderfully awful, but fun to parody, versions of the crew.
“Wait. What was that?”
“Shove it sucker boy.”
“Did you just say your name was Zolo? Like the candy? Your parents were lame enough to name you after a food? And did you dye your hair to match or was that the deciding factor?”
Zolo growled and moved to stalk past the blonde. The near hysterical laughter was irritating, and those kinds of comments were ones that had grown tiresome long ago. As fate wanted, Sanji chose that moment to start choking on his half-eaten mango-cherry lollipop. A long sigh, one that conveyed ages of frustration and suffering, escaped from Zolo as he performed the Heimlich maneuver on the annoying chef. The candy was finally dislodged, landing on the floor as Sanji gasped for air. Zolo took advantage of the moment to whisper in his ear.
“No, you jerk, they named it after me. I told you my name was RORONOAH Zolo.”
He dropped the shocked, still somewhat airless teen to the floor and strode angrily out the door. He hadn’t admitted to his parentage in years. Sanji watched him go, slack-jawed until a hungry grin picked it up again. It wasn’t every day that the ticket to an unending supply of delicious, mouth-watering lollipops, courtesy of one heir to the Roronoah East Blue Candy Company, visited the restaurant. And it didn’t hurt that his favorite sweet, after the lollipops, were the green, slightly sour, long-lasting hard candies known as Zolos.
Title: Painful Memories
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Zolo/Lollipop Sanji
Note: A little more of poor Zolo's torturous back story.
“You’re weak.”
“Zolo, Zolo, green and sweet.”
“You’ll never defeat me.”
“Candy boy’s just too easy to beat.”
“Weak, weak, weak….”
Sweating and panting, Roronoah Zolo set bolt upright on the deck of the Sheep Ship. He hadn’t had that particular dream in years. Somehow it was all the fault of that damn cook or waiter or whatever he was. Stupid sucker boy and his stupid comments. His past was past. All that remained was his destiny – to become the greatest swordsman, erase from memory the taunted child.
“Kuina,” he sighed. “At least you weren’t partial to such suggestive sweets.”
