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One Piece
Dragonheart287 - Fanfiction

"You're sewing?" Jeice blinked hard, hoping that the image of Zarbon sitting and repairing his cape was only some sort of mirage; perhaps born from something funny that just happened to be seeping through the vents. Perhaps.

No such luck, it was real.

Zarbon's eyebrow twitched but he didn't look up from his work. "What are you doing here?"

"Bored. Came to bother you. I like the look of you flustered."

"You came all the way to my quarters just to annoy me," Zarbon managed to keep his voice sounding neutral. "How nice of you."

"Seriously, what the hell?" quickly returning to his original topic, Jeice jabbed a finger forward to point at the garment that was being repaired. "Frieza has people to fix armour and uniforms. What do you need to do it for? You're enough of a sissy sometimes as it is."

"When you're off base for a few days, you might need some quick repairs and the people that Frieza has won't be around then," Zarbon's eyes remained trained upon his work. "There's nothing sissy about having a few skills that may come in handy."

"You don't do those sorts of assignments. A lot of the time, all you have to do is stand behind Frieza and look pretty," Jeice could feel himself becoming very irritated by the fact that Zarbon still refused to look up at him. He had come all this way especially to bother him and the selfish jerk wouldn't even acknowledge his presence!

"I used to back when I was lower down in the ranks. Unlike you, I earned my position."

"Oh yes, but there are other stories of just how you got your position. And why the very pretty boy remains the favoured mercenary," now Jeice was suddenly grinning. This was guaranteed to get Zarbon worked up. And, yes, there it was. The eyes were narrowing, the lips were pulled back a little, the shoulders had tensed slightly.

"I'm well aware of those rumours," Zarbon sounded very displeased as well. Jeice was starting to get his way. "And rumours are exactly what they are."

"Oh I know," there was a smug and triumphant grin on Jeice's face, his arms folded across his chest. "But they're quite fun to make up."

Zarbon looked up and stabbed Jeice in his thigh with the needle.