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[moe81]

Title: Tired

Rating: PG

Pairing: Zoro and Sanji, in some form or other

A/N: Uhh… hmm… yeah. Well, whatever. Hooray for one-shots that have no sustainable plot.

He’d had enough.

 

It was just one thing after another, with no time in between to breathe. Admittedly, everyone else was having the same problem but his current predicament and subsequent blood loss, was having a serious effect on his stamina and concentration.

 

If he could just stop – just for a moment – to catch his breath, he’d be fine. Maybe he could go find Chopper and ask for something to keep him going for just a little longer.

 

There was a thump off to his left and somebody appeared at the end of the hallway. Light glinted off metal, showcasing evidence of a gun. He tried to sink back into the shadows, knowing that if he tried to take on the damn pirate, he’d be coming out of it a lot worse off.

 

Apparently fate decided it was going to shit-kick him today and as much as he wanted to tell it to fuck off, he just didn’t have the energy.

 

The pirate stalked down the hall, opening all the doors and looking for, what was presumably, treasure. He knew there was no way that there was any just lying around. Nami would never allow that. It also meant that the bastard was getting closer to his hiding space.

 

He would have loved the ensuing confrontation – if only he could move. Move. Move, damn it!

 

Too late. Shit. The pirate halted by his feet and with a resignation that should never have presented itself, he looked up to see one of the ugliest grins imaginable.

 

He swallowed hard. Maybe it wasn’t just killing him that interested the pirate. Before he could speculate further on that particular thought, a big fucking assed gun was brought level with his chest. Apparently, this guy didn’t know that shooting someone in the head was better way to go. Less chance of survival and all that.

 

The click of the hammer resounded in the empty space and he resigned himself to his fate. The rapport of the gun was almost deafening, followed almost immediately by absolute silence.

 

Whether he had dodged, the pirate couldn’t shoot for shit or the line of the gun was out – it would have to be pretty fucking out – he was still breathing. Kind of.

 

Everything around him was beginning to blur but he could still make out a shadow that came flying in from the side, sending his so called executioner through a wall and more than likely, to his death.

 

There was an odd thunk and then all of his senses decided it was time to shut down. The last thing he heard was an exclamation of “What the fuck?” and it went dark.

 

* * * * *

 

He could hear voices in all directions. Above, below, left, right and it was giving him a headache. There was a touch to his shoulder that seemed to linger a lot longer than necessary.

 

“Oi.” One voice, clear amongst the muddy ruins of his mind. “Oi, idiot.”

 

He tried to pry his eyelids open, he really did but they weren’t cooperating. He did release a heavy sigh though, showing that he was in fact, somewhat conscious.

 

The hand at his shoulder tensed and gripped hard, then hesitantly released him. He felt a wash of warm air over his face and a gentle touch in his hair, then a quiet voice whispering into his ear.

 

“Rest now. It’s over.”

 

He allowed a small smile to gently curve his lips and he drifted into a deep sleep; soft voices and long fingers following into his dreams.

Comments

[shaolinqueen.livejournal.com]

Awww! Awesome!
Hooray for one-shots that have no sustainable plot indeed!

[anyjen.livejournal.com]

Me, who needs sustainable plot when it's just a sweet one-shot we're being treated to? :3

[horusguard76.livejournal.com]

You know I expected CSI to turn up at some point...

I like fics where you are thrown right into a huge mess and your only life line is the story teller who has as much clue as you have. Keeps you on your feet (and the edge of the chair. ;) )
I can't help but love your style. Even if there no plot it is damn good story telling!

A happy holiday to you hun. Big huuuugs!

[moe81.livejournal.com]

As long as you don't go falling off your chair, I think you'll be ok. Or if you do, I might come join you down there. We can have popcorn and stuff~

Happy New Year to you sweet~~

[moe81.livejournal.com]

Plot? What's that? I think I lost the plot some time ago~

With the audience I currently have behind me, it's not all that surprising.

[horusguard76.livejournal.com]

Thankies! And joyous and successful Happy New Year to you too hun!

Nahh, I am not in danger of falling of chairs... Actually I always tie myself to it before reading your stories. Safer for me, you know? ;)

But having popcorn and a girls evening with you on the floor sounds VERY tempting... hmmm... *throws self down onto floor* YAY Party! XD