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chibi_trillian) wrote2006-04-22 02:01 pm
chibi_trillian) wrote2006-04-22 02:01 pm
Em-O's. Part of this complete breakfast.
Title: Defeat
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Luffy/Zoro, set right after Arlong Park. Zoro's not pleased with himself.
The last thing to invade Zoro’s body had been Mihawk’s black sword. It had slipped under his skin, ripped him open from hip to shoulder, and left a taint of failure in his flesh that no amount of bleeding would purge.
Even as he’d shouted his promise to the sky, tears of shame and pain running down his face, the feeling hadn’t faded. Even as Johnny and Yosaku had performed the same service that he’d done for them so many times, stuffing his guts back in and sewing him up as quickly and neatly as they could, the worst agony had been knowing that he’d been so badly outclassed.
Then Nami had run off, and they’d had to go find her. Vanquishing that six-armed merman had helped draw some of the poison from his veins (even as those same veins spilled more of what little lifeblood Zoro had left). Seeing his captain and navigator safe by his actions had cured a little more.
But still, he could feel that hideous loss seething just under his skin. He hated it, hated the phantom sensation of an impossibly long black blade thrusting into him, hated the thick bandages and the raw stitches that were holding his chest together, hated the pain that traced his every movement. He wanted to feel something else.
And that was why he had taken advantage of this tiny fragment of privacy as they headed towards Loguetown and the Grand Line. It was why he slid Luffy’s vest off of his shoulders for the first time since he and Mihawk had crossed blades. It was why he tangled his tongue with one that moved in impossible ways and encouraged his captain to take him here and now on the floor. Luffy’s murmurs of concern and gentle touches on his bandages were met with hurried negatives, even though Zoro knew that his body wasn’t ready for this. He’d live, he’d heal, and he needed this now. Luffy somehow knew, and was gentle with him anyway.
This was a cleansing, like Usopp’s request for secrecy, like Sanji’s tears and thanks, like Nami’s pickpocketing farewell. He didn’t want to enter the Grand Line with defeat inside of him.
He vastly preferred love.
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Luffy/Zoro, set right after Arlong Park. Zoro's not pleased with himself.
The last thing to invade Zoro’s body had been Mihawk’s black sword. It had slipped under his skin, ripped him open from hip to shoulder, and left a taint of failure in his flesh that no amount of bleeding would purge.
Even as he’d shouted his promise to the sky, tears of shame and pain running down his face, the feeling hadn’t faded. Even as Johnny and Yosaku had performed the same service that he’d done for them so many times, stuffing his guts back in and sewing him up as quickly and neatly as they could, the worst agony had been knowing that he’d been so badly outclassed.
Then Nami had run off, and they’d had to go find her. Vanquishing that six-armed merman had helped draw some of the poison from his veins (even as those same veins spilled more of what little lifeblood Zoro had left). Seeing his captain and navigator safe by his actions had cured a little more.
But still, he could feel that hideous loss seething just under his skin. He hated it, hated the phantom sensation of an impossibly long black blade thrusting into him, hated the thick bandages and the raw stitches that were holding his chest together, hated the pain that traced his every movement. He wanted to feel something else.
And that was why he had taken advantage of this tiny fragment of privacy as they headed towards Loguetown and the Grand Line. It was why he slid Luffy’s vest off of his shoulders for the first time since he and Mihawk had crossed blades. It was why he tangled his tongue with one that moved in impossible ways and encouraged his captain to take him here and now on the floor. Luffy’s murmurs of concern and gentle touches on his bandages were met with hurried negatives, even though Zoro knew that his body wasn’t ready for this. He’d live, he’d heal, and he needed this now. Luffy somehow knew, and was gentle with him anyway.
This was a cleansing, like Usopp’s request for secrecy, like Sanji’s tears and thanks, like Nami’s pickpocketing farewell. He didn’t want to enter the Grand Line with defeat inside of him.
He vastly preferred love.