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Unspoken

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Nosebleed-kun is down and everyone is worried. Thoughts and feelings are brought up to the surface - or do they? Get into the head of one crew member to another in their POV. Mainly Zoro/Sanji. Enjoy! :) Cover image from: http://tegaki.pipa.jp/26549...

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Part 9: Bliss

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by Spidermonkeycatbear

by Spidermonkeycatbear

                                    
                                              In this final part, the POV switches. Don't worry, there are separators. Enjoy! :)
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                          Pure bliss. What an interesting development.
                          "Hmm... I could get used to this." 
                          Oh shit. My thoughts exactly too. Could he read my mind?
                          "You can if you want," I told him. "You know where to find me. Just don't tell the others about this."
                          He paused for a moment, looking confused. "Why not?"
                          "How much more stupid can you get? We already have a resident cook and a doctor. I don't want them to know we have a masseur too. I have a reputation to protect, you know."
                          "But... I can?"
                          "If you tell anyone, I will break your arms and legs and throw you into the sea."
                          "Oh? You're not going to kill me?"
                          "That would be too easy."
                          "So I can?" he repeated "...Whenever I want?" Oh he was so cute.
                          "Hey I'm making this exception for you, blockhead, because you cook for this fucking crew and that's a helluva job I know and you fight with your fucking legs so they need some care too. So, last call, you can either take it or leave it!"
                          "Okay! Okay! I'll take it! I'll take it!" This cook was too easy.
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                          Was this a staring contest? He was looking at me and I looked at him straight on, neither of us breaking contact for what could be five minutes or perhaps five hours. His expression seemed to fall into relaxed mode and his eyes showed peace, as his hands become gentler and moving more slowly. I gave him half a smile and slowly closed my eyes, sighing softly. I had told myself that I shall not pick a fight with him today. I would let him win this time.
                          He must be thinking that I was asleep as I could feel his warm fingers touch my cheek.
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                          It would be another few hours before he should prepare dinner, so I let him sleep. I pushed a curtain of blond hair to the side of his face.
                          You are so beautiful, Sanji. Why must you hide behind your hair?
                          He looked happy and contented. I could not believe that he let me touch his feet. I hope someday he would let me touch more of him and he would still feel happy and contented. Someday perhaps.
                          END