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chibi_trillianDamn, but this song is so totally the JohnnYosaku theme song. *snerk*
Title: Resignation
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: I got poked to write dorkmarimolove by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plotbunny_tiff after her computer died on her (BSOD NOES!). This drabble was the result.
Yosaku frowned at the deep nick in the blade of his sword. Better a deep nick in the sword than a deeper nick in his partner, but still, he would have preferred to have avoided the fight in the first place. But Zoro-aniki had gone charging in without thinking too much about it, Johnny had followed, and Yosaku had wound up covering Johnny’s back as usual. They’d taken down the bounty head they were after…
And then that big fucker with the axe had shown up.
Now Yosaku had a damaged weapon and a badly wrenched shoulder. Johnny had escaped with nothing worse than a long, narrow bruise running the length of his back. Aniki had absolutely nothing wrong with him except his usual…overabundance of energy after a fight. Said overabundance was currently pressing into Yosaku’s back as Aniki and Johnny wrapped his shoulder. It was a little embarrassing, but Aniki really couldn’t help it.
What Aniki could help was his wandering hands, and Yosaku was about two seconds or three inches off of clocking the green-haired man with the flat of his poor abused blade.
And then Johnny’s hands got there first, accompanied by a quiet mutter about paying him back for earlier.
Yosaku sighed, set his sword to the side, and leaned back against Aniki’s chest. He should have seen this coming. Really, there was no stopping the two of them once they set their minds to something. It was usually better to just go along.
Title: Resignation
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: I got poked to write dorkmarimolove by
plotbunny_tiff after her computer died on her (BSOD NOES!). This drabble was the result.Yosaku frowned at the deep nick in the blade of his sword. Better a deep nick in the sword than a deeper nick in his partner, but still, he would have preferred to have avoided the fight in the first place. But Zoro-aniki had gone charging in without thinking too much about it, Johnny had followed, and Yosaku had wound up covering Johnny’s back as usual. They’d taken down the bounty head they were after…
And then that big fucker with the axe had shown up.
Now Yosaku had a damaged weapon and a badly wrenched shoulder. Johnny had escaped with nothing worse than a long, narrow bruise running the length of his back. Aniki had absolutely nothing wrong with him except his usual…overabundance of energy after a fight. Said overabundance was currently pressing into Yosaku’s back as Aniki and Johnny wrapped his shoulder. It was a little embarrassing, but Aniki really couldn’t help it.
What Aniki could help was his wandering hands, and Yosaku was about two seconds or three inches off of clocking the green-haired man with the flat of his poor abused blade.
And then Johnny’s hands got there first, accompanied by a quiet mutter about paying him back for earlier.
Yosaku sighed, set his sword to the side, and leaned back against Aniki’s chest. He should have seen this coming. Really, there was no stopping the two of them once they set their minds to something. It was usually better to just go along.
