A/N: One-hundred word challenge (I'm in a mood to write them tonight). Implied shounen ai.

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"Cigarette Sunset"

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Sanji can smell cigarettes on himself, which is strange. He's so used to the scent of the smoke that he very rarely notices it. When he does it's usually because he's either deliberately concentrating on it or trying to memorize something. Right now, though, there's nothing to memorize, just the stupid swordsman doing a kata of some kind with his swords.

The sun is setting. Sanji can smell sweat and sea salt and a little blood too. Zoro has hurt himself again. That's nothing new. It still pisses Sanji off.

"Oi, idiot," he snaps. "Come in and eat."

Zoro does.

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. : burn it to the filter : .