Gorimo: A Fictional Narrative
“Marimo-kun, this way!” you whine, pulling at his sleeve. “Where’re you going off to?”
The man grunts and turns to follow you, “Let go, it’s not my fault I can’t see over this pile of shit!”
“That pile of shit is going to be your, and everyone else’s food you ungrateful Gorimo!” Sanji snaps, looking at the list of things he still has to buy. “My dear, you don’t have to bother yourself with this maigo-marimo!”
“Gorimo?” you smile. “Aaaah I get it! Gorilla-Marimo!”
You laugh—no matter how familiar this banther was, it was always fun. Sanji of course was more than capable of finding the swordsman no matter how many times it’d happened over the course the crew had been together—or well, mostly together and usually scattered and individually …show more content…
causing trouble.
Still, you all didn’t have a lot of time to be out today. Franky was the Sunny, making sure the ship made it safely into the shelter of the island’s local caves before the storm that evening was going to hit. With it in the cyborg’s hands, all the rest of the crew had to worry about was finding lodging and supplies. Which meant babysitting the reckless useless combo was your job—come to think of it, you couldn’t remember when it had become your job, it just was how it was.
“Sanji-kun, are you going to be sleeping on Sunny-go tonight?” you ask.
“No, my dear!” Sanji sings, only then looking up from his detailed shopping list. “I’ve got to restock the fridge and pantry before Luffy sees the perishables, but Franky said he’d stay on the ship!”
“Hah, Senchou-san always did like the fresh meat and fish best.” you grin.
“Oi, cook.” Zoro pipes up. “Are we getting sake anytime soon?”
“Not yet, Marimo.” Sanji gripes. “We need to get to the spices before the market closes! You can get your green ass drunk at a tavern later.”
You vaguely wonder about the color of Zoro’s ass and reflexively slap your forehead to prevent your thoughts from drifting to the color of his happy trail. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts—not in public!
“I can go buy the sake to stock the pantry!” You chime in, knowing that was what Zoro meant—and also knowing that Sanji knew that as well, but was merely trying to irk the hell out of Zoro.”I don’t mind!”
Unfortunately, as much as you loved how they squabbled, there wasn’t much time till the afternoon was over and a Sanji who didn’t get his spices in time was not a happy Sanji. It was for their own good to keep the fighting to a minimum. Not to mention the storm that was coming.
“Ah.” Zoro drawls. “Thanks.”
Probably why Nami-san made it a regular thing to encourage the three of you to go shopping together more often.
“Oh!” you all look up to the voice of Franky—accompany dby his heavy set steps as he makes his way through the now gawking crowds of the small town market towards all three of you. “Zoro-bro, Sanji-bro, Little Girl!”
“I have a name, you big clanky bot!” you pout and glare—but the malice behind such actions had long gone way before you had all reunited on Sabaody.
“Have you seen Tiger-bro around?” Franky asked. “I didn’t see him get off Sunny-go, but he wasn’t on it when I docked.”
“Eh?” you blink. “Aaah, if it’s Torao-kun, he’ll most likely be with Luffy-senchou.”
“Poor guy.” Zoro jabs.
Sanji snorts. “Got that right.”
“Oh come on, Senchou-san isn’t that bad.” you smile a little unconvincingly.
Law wasn’t the most social of guys, and the fact that he hated bread clearly got on Sanji’s nerves at first—because hell, nobody insulted Sanji’s sandwiches. His sandwiches were amazing. In fact, you were a little irritated yourself at Law for yelling so openly about hating bread—but still, it was funny too. Perhaps if he wasn’t the captain of another pirate crew, Luffy would’ve gladly added him to yours.
Not that Luffy really cared about all that technical stuff—poor Law, maybe he’d end up unwittingly being forced to join you anyway, you think.
“Ah, sake.” you remember. “Cyborg-kun, do you mind carrying this stuff for awhile?”
It was something you noticed about men—something you perfected from being around Nami too, that they would do almost anything you’d ask them to if you asked nicely enough.
It was one great thing about being a female on the open sea—sailors never treated a woman badly, as they were rare to find on their long haul voyages.
“Oh?” Franky raised a brow and frowned the frown that you knew meant he was thinking it over.
“Please?” he ask, pouting a little. “Marimo-kun gets lost all the time and Sanji-kun is busy doing important stuff so we don’t all starve! We’ll be quick!”
Pirates were a slightly different story—most of the women they encountered were as dangerous as they were beautiful and not at all shy about making sure they knew that as well. Being sweet to pirates not only made them let their guard down, but also made them less inclined to say no when they think there was something in it for them.
“Oh! Fine, fine.” Franky resigned, taking the load from Zoro.
“Thanks.” Zoro grunts. “Wari naa.”
Marines, well…it was easier to fool the marines when you didn’t have a bounty—admittedly it was only a mere 30,000,000 Beri compared to Luffy’s amazing 400,000,000 Beri, it was still annoying. Annoying because it made it harder to disguise and hide from Marines, but also annoying in the fact that you had a slight competitive streak in you and looking at not just Luffy’s but everyone else’s posters made you feel kinda …show more content…
sad.
“Let’s go!” you grin at Zoro, who follows you with a lighter frown than just a moment earlier.
“I saw a nice place that also has some umeshu! So I’ll treat you!”
“Don’t waste a lady’s time, Marimo!” Sanji called after you two. “And don’t you dare pick out anything particularly expensive!”
Stupid Marimo and his stupid sake, curse whoever bestowed him the blessing of having his precious angel’s attention. The bastard couldn’t even tell the difference between good liquor and piss. You could tell it was the very thing going through the blonde’s head without even having to look at him. The smile crinkles the white bandage stretched across your face to keep your injury from turning into a fracture to a full blown broken nose.
“Hrmph.” Oh well, there’s the deep frown again.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just jealous as usual.” you
laugh.
“You like that though.” Zoro mumbles so low you almost don’t hear it.
“Huh?” you stop, blinking and then continue at a slower pace to keep in time with Zoro’s much longer, much slower steps.
“About the cook.” Zoro simply says.
“What?” you frown.
“S’nothin.” the swordsman sighs through his nose and you can feel that he wants to roll his eyes but he doesn’t.
You figure that it’s your personal head canon of Zoro being more thoughtful and observant than people think simply because they perceive him to be more of a muscle-bull-head. Or something like that—damn, that sounded like something Sanji would’ve come up with, you decide a little proudly.
“Eeeeeeh.” you groan. “Boo, you’re no fun.”
“Don’t talk like Luffy, if you start getting as annoying as him we’ll be doomed.” he frowns even deeper.
You stare at him incredulously, before laughing really hard. “Was that…was that supposed to be a joke?!”
“Uruse.” he growls. “It wasn’t.”
The man grunts and turns to follow you, “Let go, it’s not my fault I can’t see over this pile of shit!”
“That pile of shit is going to be your, and everyone else’s food you ungrateful Gorimo!” Sanji snaps, looking at the list of things he still has to buy. “My dear, you don’t have to bother yourself with this maigo-marimo!”
“Gorimo?” you smile. “Aaaah I get it! Gorilla-Marimo!”
You laugh—no matter how familiar this banther was, it was always fun. Sanji of course was more than capable of finding the swordsman no matter how many times it’d happened over the course the crew had been together—or well, mostly together and usually scattered and individually …show more content…
causing trouble.
Still, you all didn’t have a lot of time to be out today. Franky was the Sunny, making sure the ship made it safely into the shelter of the island’s local caves before the storm that evening was going to hit. With it in the cyborg’s hands, all the rest of the crew had to worry about was finding lodging and supplies. Which meant babysitting the reckless useless combo was your job—come to think of it, you couldn’t remember when it had become your job, it just was how it was.
“Sanji-kun, are you going to be sleeping on Sunny-go tonight?” you ask.
“No, my dear!” Sanji sings, only then looking up from his detailed shopping list. “I’ve got to restock the fridge and pantry before Luffy sees the perishables, but Franky said he’d stay on the ship!”
“Hah, Senchou-san always did like the fresh meat and fish best.” you grin.
“Oi, cook.” Zoro pipes up. “Are we getting sake anytime soon?”
“Not yet, Marimo.” Sanji gripes. “We need to get to the spices before the market closes! You can get your green ass drunk at a tavern later.”
You vaguely wonder about the color of Zoro’s ass and reflexively slap your forehead to prevent your thoughts from drifting to the color of his happy trail. Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts—not in public!
“I can go buy the sake to stock the pantry!” You chime in, knowing that was what Zoro meant—and also knowing that Sanji knew that as well, but was merely trying to irk the hell out of Zoro.”I don’t mind!”
Unfortunately, as much as you loved how they squabbled, there wasn’t much time till the afternoon was over and a Sanji who didn’t get his spices in time was not a happy Sanji. It was for their own good to keep the fighting to a minimum. Not to mention the storm that was coming.
“Ah.” Zoro drawls. “Thanks.”
Probably why Nami-san made it a regular thing to encourage the three of you to go shopping together more often.
“Oh!” you all look up to the voice of Franky—accompany dby his heavy set steps as he makes his way through the now gawking crowds of the small town market towards all three of you. “Zoro-bro, Sanji-bro, Little Girl!”
“I have a name, you big clanky bot!” you pout and glare—but the malice behind such actions had long gone way before you had all reunited on Sabaody.
“Have you seen Tiger-bro around?” Franky asked. “I didn’t see him get off Sunny-go, but he wasn’t on it when I docked.”
“Eh?” you blink. “Aaah, if it’s Torao-kun, he’ll most likely be with Luffy-senchou.”
“Poor guy.” Zoro jabs.
Sanji snorts. “Got that right.”
“Oh come on, Senchou-san isn’t that bad.” you smile a little unconvincingly.
Law wasn’t the most social of guys, and the fact that he hated bread clearly got on Sanji’s nerves at first—because hell, nobody insulted Sanji’s sandwiches. His sandwiches were amazing. In fact, you were a little irritated yourself at Law for yelling so openly about hating bread—but still, it was funny too. Perhaps if he wasn’t the captain of another pirate crew, Luffy would’ve gladly added him to yours.
Not that Luffy really cared about all that technical stuff—poor Law, maybe he’d end up unwittingly being forced to join you anyway, you think.
“Ah, sake.” you remember. “Cyborg-kun, do you mind carrying this stuff for awhile?”
It was something you noticed about men—something you perfected from being around Nami too, that they would do almost anything you’d ask them to if you asked nicely enough.
It was one great thing about being a female on the open sea—sailors never treated a woman badly, as they were rare to find on their long haul voyages.
“Oh?” Franky raised a brow and frowned the frown that you knew meant he was thinking it over.
“Please?” he ask, pouting a little. “Marimo-kun gets lost all the time and Sanji-kun is busy doing important stuff so we don’t all starve! We’ll be quick!”
Pirates were a slightly different story—most of the women they encountered were as dangerous as they were beautiful and not at all shy about making sure they knew that as well. Being sweet to pirates not only made them let their guard down, but also made them less inclined to say no when they think there was something in it for them.
“Oh! Fine, fine.” Franky resigned, taking the load from Zoro.
“Thanks.” Zoro grunts. “Wari naa.”
Marines, well…it was easier to fool the marines when you didn’t have a bounty—admittedly it was only a mere 30,000,000 Beri compared to Luffy’s amazing 400,000,000 Beri, it was still annoying. Annoying because it made it harder to disguise and hide from Marines, but also annoying in the fact that you had a slight competitive streak in you and looking at not just Luffy’s but everyone else’s posters made you feel kinda …show more content…
sad.
“Let’s go!” you grin at Zoro, who follows you with a lighter frown than just a moment earlier.
“I saw a nice place that also has some umeshu! So I’ll treat you!”
“Don’t waste a lady’s time, Marimo!” Sanji called after you two. “And don’t you dare pick out anything particularly expensive!”
Stupid Marimo and his stupid sake, curse whoever bestowed him the blessing of having his precious angel’s attention. The bastard couldn’t even tell the difference between good liquor and piss. You could tell it was the very thing going through the blonde’s head without even having to look at him. The smile crinkles the white bandage stretched across your face to keep your injury from turning into a fracture to a full blown broken nose.
“Hrmph.” Oh well, there’s the deep frown again.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just jealous as usual.” you
laugh.
“You like that though.” Zoro mumbles so low you almost don’t hear it.
“Huh?” you stop, blinking and then continue at a slower pace to keep in time with Zoro’s much longer, much slower steps.
“About the cook.” Zoro simply says.
“What?” you frown.
“S’nothin.” the swordsman sighs through his nose and you can feel that he wants to roll his eyes but he doesn’t.
You figure that it’s your personal head canon of Zoro being more thoughtful and observant than people think simply because they perceive him to be more of a muscle-bull-head. Or something like that—damn, that sounded like something Sanji would’ve come up with, you decide a little proudly.
“Eeeeeeh.” you groan. “Boo, you’re no fun.”
“Don’t talk like Luffy, if you start getting as annoying as him we’ll be doomed.” he frowns even deeper.
You stare at him incredulously, before laughing really hard. “Was that…was that supposed to be a joke?!”
“Uruse.” he growls. “It wasn’t.”