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Log: Complete
When; February 10
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Sanji [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erocook_ftw] & Zoro [snoringsantoryu]
Summary; After constantly exchanging arguments and petty battles, Zoro and Sanji finally duke it out on the deck of the Going Merry to decide who is the stronger of the two.
Log;
This was the last straw.
Sanji kicked open the kitchen door, ignoring it as it slammed against the adjacent wall, and stormed out onto the deck. Zoro had pissed him off for the last time, and he was not going to let him get away with that. The cook had already used up all his willpower in restraining his urge to kick Jyabura to the moon, but he was sure there would be no qualms about doing the same to the swordsman.
"Marimo-head!" Sanji shouted, glancing around in search of his archrival. "Where the hell are you?!"
Zoro was calmly resting in his usual corner on the Merry. A smile lit up across his face as Sanji stormed out, ready to fight.
"I know you're perverted, but I didn't think you were blind, too."
Zoro stood up, unsheathing two of his swords, Sandai Kitetsu, and Nidai Yubashiri. To be honest, he had grown sick of the constant arguments and petty battles. Finally, he'd get his chance to prove who was the stronger one between the two.
"Blind? At least I know the difference between north and south!" Sanji snapped, launching himself in Zoro's direction.
It was a good thing he'd worn the flight shoes Cobray had made him - he wouldn't have escaped the curse if he hadn't been - and once again he mentally thanked his friend for the invention. The kick to Zoro's head was five times faster and a hundred times more powerful. The other man wouldn't even get a chance to ready his swords.
Unfortunately for Sanji, Cobray had made Zoro a nice invention, too. Raising up Nidai Yubashiri as fast as he could, Zoro just barely blocked the attack. The sword Cobray made him, and he quoted, "Would only break when it's user broke." Despite the added strength in Sanji's kick, Zoro's sword staved off the attack. With Sanji so close, Zoro swung Sandai Kitetsu with all his strength, instinctively swinging the blunt side at Sanji; he may have wanted to prove who was stronger, but Zoro didn't want to kill Sanji.
The cook reacted in a split second. He pushed off Nidai Yubashiri and flipped backwards in midair, dodging Sandai Kitetsu by a hair. So he'd been a little reckless. He'd just have to make sure not to do it again.
"Just two swords?" Sanji taunted, crouching. "Come on, smartass! Let's see you really fight!" He sent a kick at Zoro's exposed midsection, the thrusters on his shoe heels burning.
The kick landed, pushing Zoro back a few feet; if he hadn't drove Sandai Kitetsu into the ground, he would've flown further. Serious face finally on, Zoro unsheathed Wado Ichimonji and placed it in his mouth, then began pulling his arms back, twisting his body for the attack.
"You want it? You got it. Hyaku Hachi Pound Hou!!!" Swinging all three of his swords, Zoro sent a destructive wave of energy hurtling towards Sanji at a near-blinding speed.
The smirk on Sanji's face was shortlived; it died the instant Zoro drew his third sword. He'd seen the other man fight enough times to take him seriously, whether it was with three swords drawn or none at all. The blond jumped to dodge, wincing slightly as Zoro's attack caught his right leg, but there was no time to react to that.
A forty-mile-per-hour descent right into the ring of blades. "Epaule!"
"Nitoryuu Iai: Rashomon!"
As Sanji fell towards him, Zoro countered his shoulder strike with his own powerful sword technique. As Sanji was busy dodging the first attack, Zoro was busy preparing his second, bending down on one knee, sheathing his two swords while keeping Wado Ichimonji in his mouth. The move showed little difference to it's train-splitting use back at Water 7, and unless Sanji could think fast, this would be a quick victory for Zoro.
Sanji saw the attack too late. All he could do was reverse his direction, pushing downwards at greater speed to escape. He had to get out of the line of fire somehow - he wouldn't last another minute either way - so he jerked his whole body backwards, cut off the power in his shoes, and flipped backwards. The attack sliced at his back, raking at his jacket.
The cook fell to the deck, not quite fast enough to stop from snapping a few boards, but fast enough to readjust his flight. He sped straight at Zoro, legs snapping out and up. "Slice Shoot!"
Between Hyaku Hachi Pound Hou and Nitoryuu Iai: Rashomon, Zoro's body needed a moment to recover. It was all he could do to guard against Sanji's attack with all three swords.
Grinning now despite the slight pain in his leg and the blood trinkling down his back, the cook pushed harder against Zoro's parry, sending the swordsman flying into Merry's railing.
Zoro hit the railing hard, nearly breaking it off completely; if Usopp were here, he'd be going crazy over the damage they were inflicting on poor Merry. However, the fight was far from over. Zoro stood up, running at Sanji, his swords set into a very familiar attack. "Oni Giri!"
Familiar was right; Sanji had seen that technique so many times that a sidestep and high kick parried it. He forced one of Zoro's arms aside, jumped up, and drew his leg back in an attempt at one of his more damaging attacks. He wouldn't aim for a killing blow, of course, but if he could disarm his opponent, that would suffice. "Troisième Haché!"
Zoro should have known that Oni Giri wouldn't work. As Sanji kicked his arm aside and readied his attack, Zoro had to think fast, moving with his pushed-aside arm, into a spin. "Saikuru!"
Sanji hissed sharply as steel bit into his abdomen, but his kick continued with full force to collide against the side of Zoro's face. The blond fell gracelessly to the ground, managing to roll a few feet away. Flinching, he clutched at his newest wounds. Blood seeped through his fingers. He stood and turned to face Zoro, drawing his hand away, curling his fingers into fists.
Just as Sanji fell, Zoro fell as well, cluching at his face, while still holding his sword. His nose was bleeding, a thin trail of blood flew from his mouth, and he was certain he was missing a tooth or two. Angered, Zoro stood, ready to finish this fight once and for all. Struggling to maintain his balance, Zoro set his swords in front of him in a bent L-shape, then slowly started to spin them. This move of his had yet to see a successful finish, but Zoro was hopeful that, against Sanji, he'd finally see his move to the end.
This was something new, the cook mused briefly his opponent readied his attack. Sanji tilted his head, relaxing slightly as a vertebra cracked. Then, almost leisurely, he bent down with one leg extended, stretching the muscle. He'd have to finish this fight soon, he decided, and with his most powerful technique.
Standing again, Sanji cracked his knuckles this time, waited a beat, then launched himself at Zoro's left. He rolled beyond the spinning blades, stepped behind the swordsman, and snapped his leg straight up at his rival's back.
"Anti-Manner Kick Course!"
His target had moved, which meant Zoro's attack wouldn't have the power it would've wielded in a straight-forward shot. However, he had to do what he can. Spinning body and swords as fast as he could, Zoro countered Sanji's strongest attack with his own. "Sanzen Sekai!"
Well, shit.
Sanji could do nothing against a point-blank shot, even if it was slightly weaker because Zoro had moved. All the cook could do was brace himself and continue his kick no matter what he hit. He raised his arms to shield his head, gritting his teeth as clothes and flesh tore in the wake of the attack.
Sword and foot collided with massive force, causing an intense impact. The sails were pushed to their limit from the force exerted by the two attacks. The muscles in Zoro's arms couldn't take it any longer, falling limp and near-lifeless, still barely holding onto his swords. Zoro gasped for air, struggling to stay standing. He could certainly fight on, but in his current condition, he wouldn't be launching any attacks for a long while.
Panting and bleeding all over Merry's deck, Sanji leaned forward with his hands on his knees. He certainly hadn't lost yet, though he wasn't sure if fighting more meant staying on one piece or not. A hand strayed to his stomach wounds, pressing against them in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Damn it," he gasped out, straightening up. "Marimo-head, you pack one hell of a punch."
Zoro looked at Sanji, which was hard, because after Sanji's kick to the face, that side of his head had swelled slightly, and the eye on that side was closed. "So do you, ero-cook," Zoro gasped out. "Maybe you'll beat me eventually, when you finally get a girlfriend."
"Tch." The blond fished in his pocket for a cigarette. "Don't get me started again," he warned, glaring at Zoro from behind a lighter flame. He turned and started for his room, limping slightly. "Girls have nothing to do with this."
Zoro silently sheathed his swords.
"Whatever you say."
Zoro sat down for a moment, then collapsed on the deck, falling asleep in an instant.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Sanji [
erocook_ftw] & Zoro [snoringsantoryu]Summary; After constantly exchanging arguments and petty battles, Zoro and Sanji finally duke it out on the deck of the Going Merry to decide who is the stronger of the two.
Log;
This was the last straw.
Sanji kicked open the kitchen door, ignoring it as it slammed against the adjacent wall, and stormed out onto the deck. Zoro had pissed him off for the last time, and he was not going to let him get away with that. The cook had already used up all his willpower in restraining his urge to kick Jyabura to the moon, but he was sure there would be no qualms about doing the same to the swordsman.
"Marimo-head!" Sanji shouted, glancing around in search of his archrival. "Where the hell are you?!"
Zoro was calmly resting in his usual corner on the Merry. A smile lit up across his face as Sanji stormed out, ready to fight.
"I know you're perverted, but I didn't think you were blind, too."
Zoro stood up, unsheathing two of his swords, Sandai Kitetsu, and Nidai Yubashiri. To be honest, he had grown sick of the constant arguments and petty battles. Finally, he'd get his chance to prove who was the stronger one between the two.
"Blind? At least I know the difference between north and south!" Sanji snapped, launching himself in Zoro's direction.
It was a good thing he'd worn the flight shoes Cobray had made him - he wouldn't have escaped the curse if he hadn't been - and once again he mentally thanked his friend for the invention. The kick to Zoro's head was five times faster and a hundred times more powerful. The other man wouldn't even get a chance to ready his swords.
Unfortunately for Sanji, Cobray had made Zoro a nice invention, too. Raising up Nidai Yubashiri as fast as he could, Zoro just barely blocked the attack. The sword Cobray made him, and he quoted, "Would only break when it's user broke." Despite the added strength in Sanji's kick, Zoro's sword staved off the attack. With Sanji so close, Zoro swung Sandai Kitetsu with all his strength, instinctively swinging the blunt side at Sanji; he may have wanted to prove who was stronger, but Zoro didn't want to kill Sanji.
The cook reacted in a split second. He pushed off Nidai Yubashiri and flipped backwards in midair, dodging Sandai Kitetsu by a hair. So he'd been a little reckless. He'd just have to make sure not to do it again.
"Just two swords?" Sanji taunted, crouching. "Come on, smartass! Let's see you really fight!" He sent a kick at Zoro's exposed midsection, the thrusters on his shoe heels burning.
The kick landed, pushing Zoro back a few feet; if he hadn't drove Sandai Kitetsu into the ground, he would've flown further. Serious face finally on, Zoro unsheathed Wado Ichimonji and placed it in his mouth, then began pulling his arms back, twisting his body for the attack.
"You want it? You got it. Hyaku Hachi Pound Hou!!!" Swinging all three of his swords, Zoro sent a destructive wave of energy hurtling towards Sanji at a near-blinding speed.
The smirk on Sanji's face was shortlived; it died the instant Zoro drew his third sword. He'd seen the other man fight enough times to take him seriously, whether it was with three swords drawn or none at all. The blond jumped to dodge, wincing slightly as Zoro's attack caught his right leg, but there was no time to react to that.
A forty-mile-per-hour descent right into the ring of blades. "Epaule!"
"Nitoryuu Iai: Rashomon!"
As Sanji fell towards him, Zoro countered his shoulder strike with his own powerful sword technique. As Sanji was busy dodging the first attack, Zoro was busy preparing his second, bending down on one knee, sheathing his two swords while keeping Wado Ichimonji in his mouth. The move showed little difference to it's train-splitting use back at Water 7, and unless Sanji could think fast, this would be a quick victory for Zoro.
Sanji saw the attack too late. All he could do was reverse his direction, pushing downwards at greater speed to escape. He had to get out of the line of fire somehow - he wouldn't last another minute either way - so he jerked his whole body backwards, cut off the power in his shoes, and flipped backwards. The attack sliced at his back, raking at his jacket.
The cook fell to the deck, not quite fast enough to stop from snapping a few boards, but fast enough to readjust his flight. He sped straight at Zoro, legs snapping out and up. "Slice Shoot!"
Between Hyaku Hachi Pound Hou and Nitoryuu Iai: Rashomon, Zoro's body needed a moment to recover. It was all he could do to guard against Sanji's attack with all three swords.
Grinning now despite the slight pain in his leg and the blood trinkling down his back, the cook pushed harder against Zoro's parry, sending the swordsman flying into Merry's railing.
Zoro hit the railing hard, nearly breaking it off completely; if Usopp were here, he'd be going crazy over the damage they were inflicting on poor Merry. However, the fight was far from over. Zoro stood up, running at Sanji, his swords set into a very familiar attack. "Oni Giri!"
Familiar was right; Sanji had seen that technique so many times that a sidestep and high kick parried it. He forced one of Zoro's arms aside, jumped up, and drew his leg back in an attempt at one of his more damaging attacks. He wouldn't aim for a killing blow, of course, but if he could disarm his opponent, that would suffice. "Troisième Haché!"
Zoro should have known that Oni Giri wouldn't work. As Sanji kicked his arm aside and readied his attack, Zoro had to think fast, moving with his pushed-aside arm, into a spin. "Saikuru!"
Sanji hissed sharply as steel bit into his abdomen, but his kick continued with full force to collide against the side of Zoro's face. The blond fell gracelessly to the ground, managing to roll a few feet away. Flinching, he clutched at his newest wounds. Blood seeped through his fingers. He stood and turned to face Zoro, drawing his hand away, curling his fingers into fists.
Just as Sanji fell, Zoro fell as well, cluching at his face, while still holding his sword. His nose was bleeding, a thin trail of blood flew from his mouth, and he was certain he was missing a tooth or two. Angered, Zoro stood, ready to finish this fight once and for all. Struggling to maintain his balance, Zoro set his swords in front of him in a bent L-shape, then slowly started to spin them. This move of his had yet to see a successful finish, but Zoro was hopeful that, against Sanji, he'd finally see his move to the end.
This was something new, the cook mused briefly his opponent readied his attack. Sanji tilted his head, relaxing slightly as a vertebra cracked. Then, almost leisurely, he bent down with one leg extended, stretching the muscle. He'd have to finish this fight soon, he decided, and with his most powerful technique.
Standing again, Sanji cracked his knuckles this time, waited a beat, then launched himself at Zoro's left. He rolled beyond the spinning blades, stepped behind the swordsman, and snapped his leg straight up at his rival's back.
"Anti-Manner Kick Course!"
His target had moved, which meant Zoro's attack wouldn't have the power it would've wielded in a straight-forward shot. However, he had to do what he can. Spinning body and swords as fast as he could, Zoro countered Sanji's strongest attack with his own. "Sanzen Sekai!"
Well, shit.
Sanji could do nothing against a point-blank shot, even if it was slightly weaker because Zoro had moved. All the cook could do was brace himself and continue his kick no matter what he hit. He raised his arms to shield his head, gritting his teeth as clothes and flesh tore in the wake of the attack.
Sword and foot collided with massive force, causing an intense impact. The sails were pushed to their limit from the force exerted by the two attacks. The muscles in Zoro's arms couldn't take it any longer, falling limp and near-lifeless, still barely holding onto his swords. Zoro gasped for air, struggling to stay standing. He could certainly fight on, but in his current condition, he wouldn't be launching any attacks for a long while.
Panting and bleeding all over Merry's deck, Sanji leaned forward with his hands on his knees. He certainly hadn't lost yet, though he wasn't sure if fighting more meant staying on one piece or not. A hand strayed to his stomach wounds, pressing against them in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Damn it," he gasped out, straightening up. "Marimo-head, you pack one hell of a punch."
Zoro looked at Sanji, which was hard, because after Sanji's kick to the face, that side of his head had swelled slightly, and the eye on that side was closed. "So do you, ero-cook," Zoro gasped out. "Maybe you'll beat me eventually, when you finally get a girlfriend."
"Tch." The blond fished in his pocket for a cigarette. "Don't get me started again," he warned, glaring at Zoro from behind a lighter flame. He turned and started for his room, limping slightly. "Girls have nothing to do with this."
Zoro silently sheathed his swords.
"Whatever you say."
Zoro sat down for a moment, then collapsed on the deck, falling asleep in an instant.