Dark mood = Darkfic
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Body Art
Rating: PG, likely
Pairing: ZoUso
Word Count: 300
Notes: Written quick; sorry.
He tried to fight the urge to panic, knowing he’d only draw more paraffin into his lungs if he hyperventilated- but regardless, that would only speed up the inevitable. No help was coming; the others were long beaten- taken in sleep, glossy white skin gleamed in the moonlight. Sightless eyes stared upward in Zoro, the only one who had realized what was happening, if too late- and came to consciousness before the end. Somehow he pitied him that, even if he alone shared a prolonged version of that fate.
Petrified now in fear and wax, Usopp listened to Mr. 3 gleefully relate his plan; how the marines would pardon him for the bounty-heads in the crew- how he’d even be allowed to keep the others for his personal ‘collection’.
His look of disgust was met with a response. ‘You don’t understand a true artist- to capture such fear, such abject terror? You are simply a pallet for my work, a canvas to be used as I see fit.’ The other man smiled then, and the sharpshooter could feel the wax thicken in the air- his already hampered limbs stilled as if encased in stone, and when he tried to breath his chest wouldn’t move. Panicked he strained, frantically working his lungs against the descending blackness—
Gasping desperately, Usopp bolted up, nearly toppling out of his hammock and taking Sanji with him. He tried to calm down, he was certain his very heartbeat would wake the others- but they seemed, amazingly, undisturbed.
Then came a low voice, heavy with sleep.
“You can come over here, if you think it’ll help the nightmares.”
Uncertain of what he’d heard, Usopp moved tentatively toward the couch. As he neared the blanket was lifted, granting him an invitation.
No more nightmares threatened him that night.
~
I'm a putz. I still gave it a happy ending. -_-
Don’t know why I feel the need to torture the poor boy, lately… but I’m writing Usopp into a darkfic right now that kinda brought this to mind… heh…. But without the fluffy ending. ^_^
Rating: PG, likely
Pairing: ZoUso
Word Count: 300
Notes: Written quick; sorry.
He tried to fight the urge to panic, knowing he’d only draw more paraffin into his lungs if he hyperventilated- but regardless, that would only speed up the inevitable. No help was coming; the others were long beaten- taken in sleep, glossy white skin gleamed in the moonlight. Sightless eyes stared upward in Zoro, the only one who had realized what was happening, if too late- and came to consciousness before the end. Somehow he pitied him that, even if he alone shared a prolonged version of that fate.
Petrified now in fear and wax, Usopp listened to Mr. 3 gleefully relate his plan; how the marines would pardon him for the bounty-heads in the crew- how he’d even be allowed to keep the others for his personal ‘collection’.
His look of disgust was met with a response. ‘You don’t understand a true artist- to capture such fear, such abject terror? You are simply a pallet for my work, a canvas to be used as I see fit.’ The other man smiled then, and the sharpshooter could feel the wax thicken in the air- his already hampered limbs stilled as if encased in stone, and when he tried to breath his chest wouldn’t move. Panicked he strained, frantically working his lungs against the descending blackness—
Gasping desperately, Usopp bolted up, nearly toppling out of his hammock and taking Sanji with him. He tried to calm down, he was certain his very heartbeat would wake the others- but they seemed, amazingly, undisturbed.
Then came a low voice, heavy with sleep.
“You can come over here, if you think it’ll help the nightmares.”
Uncertain of what he’d heard, Usopp moved tentatively toward the couch. As he neared the blanket was lifted, granting him an invitation.
No more nightmares threatened him that night.
~
I'm a putz. I still gave it a happy ending. -_-
Don’t know why I feel the need to torture the poor boy, lately… but I’m writing Usopp into a darkfic right now that kinda brought this to mind… heh…. But without the fluffy ending. ^_^
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Date: 2005-04-25 11:16 pm (UTC)Usopp darkfic? Sounds interesting.
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Date: 2005-04-27 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-27 07:45 am (UTC)And I'm glad it had a happy ending!
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Date: 2005-04-27 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-27 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-27 09:49 pm (UTC)Thanks, that makes me feel much better about this. ^_^ I was in a mood when I wrote it- so I was actually kinda surprised it turned out with a happy ending (but not displeased, because I like them too ^_^)
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Date: 2005-04-28 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-28 12:27 am (UTC)That was creepy cool btw