100 Moods

Disclaimer: Of course One Piece isn't mine! It belongs to the marvellous Eiichiro Oda; I'm just borrowing his characters for the sake of fanfiction.

There's a little community over at LiveJournal called 100 Moods, where basically there's a table with 100 moods and you have to write a story on each one. The whole community goes through this claiming process and what-not, and so while I'm not technically writing it for them, I thought it would be a good challenge nonetheless. It's given me a chance to write a lot of characters/situations that I never have, and that's always nice as a writer!

That being said, some of these drabbles will contain yaoi, so please don't flame. You've been warned. Other than that, I hope you all enjoy! These are just the first 10, but I make no promises on the next batch…I'll try to post in batches of ten just to make it easier to read. My other challenge for myself was keeping all of these 500 words or less, so I think that worked out okay!

Enjoy! And please don't be afraid to review and say which ones you like the best!

100 Moods

Set One: Accomplished - Bored

Mood: Accomplished

Rating: PG

Pairings: None; just general Nakama-ship

Words: 375

"Yatta!"

"Yosh, Chopper, we finally did it!"

"Ow! There's nobody on the sea more super than us!"

Nami glanced up from her newspaper and sighed, watching the idiot trio cavort around on the upper deck. "What are they talking about now?"

"We did it, Nami!" Usopp crowed triumphantly. "We've finally created the ultimate pachinko ball!"

"Ultimate pachinko ball!" Chopper echoed happily. "It's taken us weeks to get the proper formula!"

"And it's all right…" Usopp reached for the mixing bowl he had tucked behind him, only to find it missing. "…here."

"AAH! SOMEBODY'S STOLEN OUR FORMULA!"

"Ow! That is so totally not super, dudes!"

"What's all the racket out here?" Zoro appeared on the deck, scratching his head.

"Zoro! Our secret mixture was stolen!"

"Wha…oh, you mean that new marinade the idiot cook's got going in there?"

There was abut three seconds of complete silence before all three yelled, "SANJI!"

"What?" Sanji stuck his head out of the galley.

"Did you…did you just…steal…our secret weapon?" Usopp sputtered, turning a remarkable shade of red.

"You stole my bowl without asking," Sanji shrugged. "Oh, and by the way? Tabasco, basil and cola go together remarkably well. Thanks for the help," he raised a hand in a wave and disappeared, leaving Chopper, Usopp and Franky collapsed in depressed heaps on the deck.

"Well. That'll teach them," Nami went back to reading her newspaper and Zoro, deciding the fun was over, went back to sleeping.

"But I wonder where Captain-san has gone to?" Robin asked aloud.

However, her question was answered quite quickly, as a shout of "Luffy, you idiot! That was for tonight's marinade!" rang from the galley. This roused another groan from the trio on the deck, and Nami sighed and rubbed her temples.

"I suppose nobody's going to be able to utilize that sauce now," Robin commented.

"Yosha! We'll just try again!"

"Again! Again!"

"Super!"

Franky struck a pose just as Luffy went careening by him, and the muffled cursing from the deck below informed them all that he had just had an unfortunate collision with their swordsman.

"It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?" Nami asked nobody in particular.

Although a nearby chuckle told her that Robin, at least, had been listening.

Mood: Amused

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Implied LuccixKaku

Word Count: 454

Because really, it was hard not to be when dealing with absolute idiots twenty-four hours a day, she thought absently as she took a sip of her coffee.

Well, granted, they weren't all idiots, but for the most part…

And of course this was supposed to be a meeting, wasn't it? She sighed and lit a cigarette, wondering whether a convention of morons counted as a serious instructional meeting. But then, if the answer was 'no,' they'd never actually had a serious instructional meeting.

"Kalifa! Do something! This is getting out of hand!"

"Sexual harassment," she said absently, as Spandam sputtered and inevitably spilt coffee on his hand.

Glancing up, she noticed Blueno was looking rather resigned, but since he was probably the only normal one (besides her, that was a given) of the bunch, that was hardly surprising. Fukurou was spouting off about some rumor or other (seemingly involving a detachment of marines and a killer bat, and after that she more or less ignored him) and Jyabura was lamenting the office girl again (Gyatherine. He'd been off-and-on with her for as long as Kalifa had been in CP9, and she was truly an ugly thing. Not that he deserved better, the inconsiderate cur, but Kalifa couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. Maybe she'd have a chat with her) while Kumadori was praying rather fervently for their blessed union (fervently and loudly, unfortunately).

She resumed drinking her coffee and met the eyes of the new boy (poor lad, being roped in with these jokers) and he gave her a weak smile. Cute little thing, except for his nose, but the boy couldn't help it.

However, she was going to need to talk to him as well. Because if the slightly-shy looks he kept directing at Lucci were any indication, he was in far over his head.

At least, she thought so until Lucci looked back at him, dark and forbidding yet with a hint of something almost-human in his eyes, and stood, Hattori fluttering to his shoulder as he jerked his head to the side and the boy nearly fell over attempting to stand up and follow him out.

Well. This was new. Apparently Rob Lucci had needs just like every other man, although she'd never seen evidence of it before. Of course…she looked back at the rest of the jokers and realized that if this was all he had to choose from, she couldn't blame him for holding off.

"W-wait! Where's he going?! The meeting hasn't even...Kalifa, go…"

"Sexual harassment," she replied automatically, and Spandam shut up, nursing his burnt finger while she sat back comfortably and just watched, an amused smile slowly making its way onto her face.

Mood: Angry

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: None, really. Probably IceburgxFranky in some respect.

Word Count: 500 on the dot

He stands staring at the calm, blue water, thinking on the irony of it all. If the ocean could reflect one's thoughts, it would be storm-grey, lightning streaking the sky and waves the size of buildings crashing onto him. Stronger than Aqua Laguna could ever be, because nothing else could do justice to the roiling mess of emotions filling him.

One day. No, not even. One hour and the two most important men in his life were gone. Just…gone. And if he looks hard enough, he swears he can still see the trail of smoke from the Sea Train, puffing its way to Enies Lobby and the Gates of Justice and…

He collapses on the ground with a shaky sob, fist pounding the hard rock until it hurts and he realizes that it isn't getting him anywhere. It's his fault.

No, not Tom. Tom knew that perhaps one day their idyllic life could crumble, and all because that scum-sucker Spandam was an evil, lying, manipulative…

He couldn't deny smiling when Franky had all but shattered his face, but that brought him right back to thoughts he'd rather ignore. Because Franky was his fault. Franky being…dead.

And all because he got angry. Lost control of his actions because of the onslaught of emotions, said those unforgivable words to his best friend…only friend, really, no matter how annoying and childish and utterly idiotic he can…could be, and thinking of it in the past tense only makes everything more real, more tangible, and what was that idiot thinking, trying to best a train?

The tears are stopping now, drying to leave streaks down his face that cool rapidly in the sea breeze, and he leans forward, forehead to the ground, and reflects on the age-old adage that if he could take the words back; if he could just tell Franky that he forgives him…it won't bring Tom back; nothing can do that now, but maybe it could mean that only one part of his heart had to die today.

This sunny, too-bright, pleasantly warm day, and he stands up only a tad shakily and puts a hand over his heart, dark blue hair whipping into his eyes and dark lips compressed into a tight, mirthless grin as he makes those two his final promise.

Because if Franky will never be able to reach his dream, he'll just have to do it for him. He'll find the best shipbuilders on the Grand Line…no, the world, and he'll build that dream ship, that ship which will travel a thousand seas and circle the world a hundred times. He owes Franky that much.

With one last glance out toward that deceptively blue sea, one last look toward the island where the sun never sets, he turns on his heel, scrubs his eyes, sticks his hands nonchalantly in his pockets, and heads toward town.

Kokoro will probably need groceries for dinner, he figures.

And then maybe he'll get started on finding those shipwrights.

For Tom….

And Franky.

Mood: Annoyed

Rating: PG

Pairings: None

Word Count: 397

Nami was seriously annoyed. She had already told the numbskulls that made up her crew that she was busy mapmaking and therefore no noise would be tolerated, but they just didn't seem to get it.

Luffy, her dear captain, was hanging by his knees over the railing and fishing upside down, occasionally trilling "Su-geeeeeiiii!" whenever the ship went over a particularly large wave. Chopper alternated between screeching that Luffy was going to die and covering his eyes and laughing and clapping his little hooves together, and Usopp was telling some rather elaborate story on how the Great Captaaaaaain Usopp-sama had once caught a hundred fish by fishing upside down. At once.

Franky was nowhere to be seen, but judging by the shouts of "Suuuu-peeeeer!" resonating from below-decks, he was obviously working on something important. To him, at least.

And Brook…she swore, if she heard that darned 'Bink's Sake' one more time she was going to crack that violin over his head, and then he'd see what a real 'skull joke' was.

Robin chuckled softly at her obvious exasperation, and while she couldn't be mad at the mature archaeologist, even she wasn't completely quiet; the clink of her tea cup on her saucer and the periodic flipping of newspaper pages filled the air.

And the idiot duo…they were the worst of the lot by far, and at the moment were engaged in a rather heated duel on the upper deck. The pointed 'thunk-clank' of soled shoes meeting crossed swords reverberated around the entire ship, and eventually she just had enough. "Sanji-kun! Zoro! Shut up!"

"Haiii, Nami-swaaaan!"

"Oi, baka-cook, you that woman's dog now? She got you whipped?"

"I'm going to knock that sword so hard all of your teeth will fall out, you green-headed mutation!"

Cue more thunks and clanks, and Nami groaned and slumped over her map, more than likely smudging the ink in the process.

"Nami-san? Perhaps the cabin would be more profitable to your sanity," Robin cut in smoothly, and Nami heaved a resigned sigh and gathered up her materials.

"You're probably right, Robin. I'll head in now."

She made her way past the fighting idiots and thumped both of them in the head for good measure, calls of "Darn witch!" and "Nami-san is so lovely when she's angry!" following her into the cabin.

She was still annoyed.

But maybe just a little less so.

Mood: Anxious

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: If you want it, SmokerxAce

Word Count: 493

He'd never admit it to himself, of course. Never admit that the reason he moved his troops to Marine Headquarters so fast was that the impending execution hit a place far, far too close to the heart that he rarely let get in the way of his job. Tashigi had questioned him at first, wondering whether they should complete their original mission before heading to the stronghold, but he had assured her the orders requested immediate attendance.

They hadn't. It had been a lie, and he had a feeling that his brilliant second-in-command knew it, but she had merely nodded and given the order, not one to question matters such as these.

Whatever 'these' were, and that was the problem, because for the first time in his long career as a Marine officer, he was questioning whether or not he could sit by and watch, with no emotion, as a wanted pirate got executed.

But this wasn't just some wanted pirate. This was a child, a boy who had done nothing wrong.

In fact, he was downright honourable for a pirate: only wanting to avenge the wrongful death of one of his own. He himself would have probably done the same thing, if one of his men had killed another. So what kind of hypocrite was he, to watch a man die who had acted no different than he himself would? What kind of man was he?

And he knew why it had to be done: to eliminate the two biggest threats left to the World Government: Whitebeard, who would come because he thought so much of the boy, and Dragon, who would come because he was the boy's father, of all things.

All of his hopes were now on the younger D brother, with the insufferable good-humor and the infectious smile who would do anything for his concept of nakama. He knew the boy wouldn't let his brother die without a darn good fight, and knowing Luffy personally, he figured that the boy would probably rather die himself than let his brother be wrongfully executed.

But…why should he care? Why did this…this…snarky, rebellious, freckle-faced young man affect him so much that he considered disobeying direct orders just to save him? A pirate?

He sighed, exhaling a cloud of greenish-grey smoke, and watched the Marine stronghold appear on the horizon. He'd decide what to do later…or not at all, if Monkey D. Luffy had anything to do with it.

For once, he really hoped the would-be pirate king would get there in time. Because if he didn't, Marine Commodore Smoker may have to implement his own brand of justice.

For a boy he shouldn't care about but couldn't deny he did.

For a man who had far more honor than half of the Marines he knew.

For an enemy; a rival; a pirate who worked for the other side and yet had the same values.

For an equal.

For…

For Portgas D. Ace.

Mood: Apathetic

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Mild LuSopp, or just strong friendship

Word Count: 351

By nature, Monkey D. Luffy was not an apathetic person. He had strong opinions on everything from what nakama truly meant to what kind of fish he liked the best. And meat. And appetizers (those funny little things on sticks Sanji served before dinner). And dessert.

But especially meat, and…well, he wasn't an apathetic person. And in his heart, all he wanted to do was scream from the mainmast that he wanted Usopp back. But he couldn't. He…Zoro met his eyes, and the hooded gaze the swordsman bestowed on him told him clearer than words that it was lose Usopp or lose Zoro, and the respect of his entire crew.

So he couldn't. He had to stand there, dodging cannonballs sent from his grandfather's ship, with no expression on his normally laughter-filled face and a stony glare levelled at the sobbing, pitiful wreck of a boy back on the shore, amongst the scrap pieces of ships that once sailed the ocean…ships like Merry, who was fixed with those very pieces to make that final journey.

And Luffy loved the little ship, but sometimes you just had to let go. He understood Usopp: Merry was like Hat, and it would tear Luffy right from the inside if he ever had to give up Hat. But some things were more important; nakama was more important, no matter how wonderful a vessel the little ram-headed caravel was.

He could hear every word Usopp said; every sob, every painful gasp of breath, and it broke him, shattered the part of his heart he tried to harden and he couldn't…he couldn't take it, he had to…he had to…

But Usopp beat him to it, and screamed those two words to the wind: I'm sorry.

And that was it, Usopp was rocketing back onto the ship, back into his arms, and he held his friend tightly and laughed and cried and felt himself heal from the inside. Zoro's approving smile only convinced him that this was right, and he swore to himself that he and Usopp were never, ever going to have a fight like that again.

Mood: Aroused

Rating: R (yaoi and swordplay)

Pairing: ZoSan (you knew it was coming…)

Word Count: 460

The only reason he agreed to this was because Zoro had promised him that the next time, he'd call the shots.

The only reason.

Otherwise there was no reason for him to be spread out on a pile of blankets in the storage locker, blindfolded with Zoro's bandana and with both hands and feet restrained so he couldn't so much as move.

The gasp that broke from his throat at the first touch was uncontrollable, and as the blade...

"Oi, Marimo, you sure you can use that sword on me? I'm important…enough…"

"I don't trust Kitetsu, and Shuusui is too new," was the brisk response. "Wadou won't hurt you, at least."

"At least? What does…nnn…" Sanji arched, the slow circling of the cool metal around a rapidly hardening nipple sending small ripples of pleasure to his groin. Zoro was moving so slowly, and the sensory overload was overwhelming, ice-cold metal around one nipple and Zoro's hot, hot mouth on the other, blade and man moving in perfect harmony as Sanji moaned and thrashed, feeling himself harden as Zoro's free hand ghosted down his stomach, over the fastenings of his pants to rub at the growing bulge.

The sword moved, sharp edge trailing up to his throat, caressing the pale flesh with enough pressure to break the skin, but it didn't, and Sanji couldn't deny holding his breath as it stroked over his jugular.

He felt Zoro's mouth pressing small kisses down to his waistband, undoing the belt, button and zipper with one hand and pushing the black slacks down while Wadou swept over his thin boxers, sensually tracing around his arousal as Sanji moaned in need, wrists unknowingly tugging at his bonds as Zoro's mouth replaced the sword, heat through thin fabric and Sanji needed Zoro to do something.

The white sword moved over his thighs then, tracing down his legs before he heard the 'clink' of it being set down and Zoro moved, claiming his mouth with a highly calculated and, for Zoro, highly hedonistic kiss as his tongue stroked Sanji's, one hand undoing the blindfold as Zoro moved to kiss his eyelids gently before letting him open his eyes.

"Marimo…"

"Don't," Zoro put a finger over his lips and kissed and nipped his way down Sanji's pale body, fingers sliding into the waistband of his boxers and slipping them off as Sanji let out a whine at the need for pressure where he craved it most.

With one last glance at the blonde, desire and trust showing plainly in both sets of eyes, Zoro lowered his head and Sanji was engulfed with mind-numbing pleasure, and his last thought before he gave himself over to it was that Zoro was going to pay for being such an insufferable tease.

Mood: Awake

Rating: PG

Pairing: Mild ZoSan

Word Count: 497

He hated night watch. You would think that for a man who slept all day, being awake at night would hardly be a challenge, but for whatever reason, it was.

Yawning, he stuck his hands under his armpits and shivered a bit, wishing he had thought to bring a coat from the bunkroom. They were a couple of days out of Water 7, and it was supposed to be warm, but for some reason the temperature at night dropped rapidly. Reminded him of Alabasta, actually, but…

He yawned again, forcing his eyes open. Ever since he'd let that creepy kid with the seahorse steal their memories, the others had been wary about giving him night watch, but he promised that he'd never fall asleep again. He'd promised…his head drooped lower…he'd…

"Oi, Marimo."

Zoro's head came up with a jerk and he turned as Sanji clambered up. "What, love-cook?"

"Here," Sanji held out a pile of blankets and a steaming mug of cocoa, and Zoro accepted it gratefully.

"What? Did the witch send you up to make sure I was awake?" Zoro grumbled, taking a sip of the burning liquid and not looking at the blonde. He heard the snick of a lighter and the smell of smoke reached his nostrils, but Sanji didn't reply for a long while.

"I came by myself," Sanji finally admitted. "Because it was cold, and I saw that you were stupid and came up without a blanket again."

"Don't need you to mother me," Zoro mumbled.

"Yeah, no kidding. You're too ugly for anyone to want to act like your mother," Sanji snorted. "Well, if you're just going to be all roses and sunshine, I'm going to bed."

"Sanji."

Sanji stopped, and Zoro knew that using his name was the reason. "Yeah?"

"You have watch tonight?"

"No, idiot, I'm not taking your watch," Sanji was annoyed now, and he put one lanky leg over the wall of the crow's nest.

"I'm not asking you to! Let me finish," Zoro snapped, and Sanji paused halfway out, his visible eye narrowed in confusion. "I just…I'm tired, okay? I want you to stay so I can stay awake."

Sanji paused, and Zoro could almost see the wheels turning. Sanji was a snarky little cretin, but he rarely refused a nakama's request…even if that nakama was Zoro. Heaving a sigh, he pulled himself back into the crow's nest and stalked over, settling himself against the wall and wrapping a blanket around himself.

Zoro wouldn't thank him, of course, but he sat beside the skinny blonde anyway and couldn't mask a smile when Sanji leaned against him, stroking his arm gently and nuzzling his shoulder.

"You know what the worst part about losing my memory was?"

"Hmm?"

"That I could get along with the others fine, but this…this might never have happened again," Sanji whispered.

"Idiot. I'm not falling asleep again. I promise."

Sanji didn't reply as Zoro gently kissed his hair, but his smile said enough.

Mood: Blank

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Sanjixeveryone (nakama-ship)

Words: 497

His face was expressionless. He sat, staring out at the ocean, chest full of unshed emotions though no tears ran down his face.

"Sanji…" Luffy was the first to approach him. A gentle hand on his shoulder, the press of a beloved straw hat landing softly on his head, a quick hug from behind, and he was gone. Sometimes he knew better than anyone what to say and do.

"Sanji-kun…" Nami was crying, but she hugged him fiercely. "You'll always have us. Always," she promised, and he was too detached to realize how nice she felt in his arms.

"Oi, bro…" Franky looked awkward for a second before clapping his shoulder. "It's fine, right? Still super?" He nodded tiredly as Franky offered to bring him some cola, the lack of theatrics telling Sanji that the shipwright could sympathize.

Chopper, bawling although he didn't, couldn't know the man in question, clung to Sanji's leg while patted the small reindeer's hat and tried to force a reassuring smile on his face. He failed miserably, but Chopper said nothing.

"Death is always hard to take," was Brook's contribution, and when Sanji glanced at him, he offered, "Shall I play for you?" A nod, and Brook gladly took the invitation, the sad melody echoing through the ship.

"Sanji-san, I know how important he was to you, even though I'd never met him," Robin also gave him an uncharacteristic hug and used an extra hand to smooth his hair. "It will take time to heal, but you can talk to any of us. That's what nakama are for." He came close to crying but stopped as soon as a graceful hand caught the first teardrop, and she gave him a smile in return.

Usopp was quiet, saying nothing as he reached an arm around Sanji's shoulders and leaned their heads together, and that suited Sanji fine. Usopp knew what it was like, too, having that loss, and he told Sanji in a low voice about his mother, leaving Sanji with a new understanding of the sniper and, perhaps, a deeper connection, though their friendship had always been strong.

Zoro was the last to approach him, two days after he had received the letter. "Love-cook," was grunted from behind, but he didn't turn; stayed still and chewed on his unlit cigarette, wishing Zoro would just leave. It didn't happen; idiot was too dense to get a clue, but instead of, as Sanji feared, using insults to get the cook to snap out of his funk, all Zoro did was put a hand on his shoulder, solid warmth seeping through his thin t-shirt, and then the tears came.

Zoro let him cry, stood steady and comforting until the tears ran out, and Sanji rasped out his first words in two days. "All Blue. I'll find it for him."

"Yeah, you will. And we'll be right there beside you."

And when Sanji kicked him for being sentimental, they all knew he would be just fine.

Mood: Bored

Rating: PG

Pairings: Nakamaship only, really

Word Count: 468

Luffy was bored. Bored, bored, bored, booooorreeed…

It was another hot day sailing through a summer climate, they weren't scheduled to land for about a week, and it had been days since the last Marine battle.

So, he decided it was time for a little fun. He decided that he would do something to let his nakama know how much he appreciated them.

Shanks had always told him that when you loved somebody, you gave them a kiss, and while Luffy was pretty sure he was talking about guys and girls, he loved all of his nakama, so it should work in pretty much the same way, right?

He was proven wrong rather nicely by the varied reactions of his crewmates (he had only kissed them on the cheek! What was the big deal?) and with Nami's punch still stinging, was back to sitting on the deck being bored.

"Aah, I'm bored!"

Waiting for inspiration to strike, he decided to swipe some food, get Usopp to play with him, and, failing that, get Chopper to play with him. This resulted only in a kick, an explosion, and Chopper being so shocked by Luffy's sudden appearance that he automatically transformed and cracked his best herb-mixing bowl.

And so, Luffy was back to being bored.

"Captain-san?"

"Maah, what is it, Robin?" Luffy asked from his prone position on the deck.

"Cook-san was wondering if you and the others would like to come into the galley? Apparently he has something for you to do."

Something to do! Luffy hopped up excitedly and sprinted to the galley, surprised to find several pots full of colored dye and a few dozen hard-boiled eggs. So that was what Sanji, Usopp and Chopper had been working on! "Sugei! What's all this for?"

"Next week is Easter, idiot," Sanji informed him bluntly.

"Really?" To be honest, with all of the changing climates, Luffy generally lost track of holidays. "Do we get to paint all of them?"

"You have to share," Nami walked in, followed by a yawning Zoro, and Luffy simply laughed and nodded.

A few hours later, the galley was painted a lovely shade of rainbow, but the eggs were done, and Luffy perked up even more upon hearing that they would all have to be eaten afterward. Sanji looked ready to murder somebody, but as soon as Nami and Robin assured him that they would all help to clean up he wiggled happily and let the matter drop.

Luffy finally managed to convince the others to play with him, and soon they were all involved in 'egg duels': that is, cracking two eggs together to see which one broke. With the number of eggs, this was sure to go on for a while.

And the best part of all was, he wasn't bored anymore.

It's pretty much a family Easter tradition in my family to have 'egg duels' so that's where the idea comes from (my family also likes to shoot those giant circular rubber bands from canning jars at each other. We're a strange lot xD

So this concludes the first set! Be sure to look for the next one :P

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