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onepieceyaoi100Title: Aftermath (Yes, title is unbearably lame)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 300
“Why? Why? Why does this always happen to me?”
Perhaps it was the grinding teeth or maybe the unpleasant aura. Either way, people were starting to notice.
“Um, Cap’n?”
Yasopp tapped Shanks on the shoulder, pulling his attention away from the bar tender and one ridiculously large order for alcohol.
“Yeah?”
“I think we got a problem.”
The marksman gestured over to one corner of the bar. If it were possible for the right atmospheric conditions to collide inside a building, there would have been a large black cloud roiling with lightning coalescing over the first mate’s head. The way he was slumped back in one chair caressing the rather large firearm in his lap and muttering under his breath did not bode well for anyone in the immediate area.
Shanks winced at the sight and sighed. This was probably going to hurt. He plastered a grin on his face as he picked his way over the groaning bodies on the floor.
“Yo Ben! You alright?”
If looks could kill, Shanks would have been disintegrated on the spot.
“No.”
The clipped answer and icy tone really didn’t encourage Shanks to ask, but there’d been enough destruction here already.
“What’s the matter?”
“That.”
The captain followed the pointing finger over to one table. It was in bad shape, still smoking in spots from where spilled liquor had caught on fire. Then he saw it – a charred lump that had formerly been leather-bound paper – Ben’s book.
“So…we’ll get you a new one.”
“Shanks.” The words were forced out through clenched teeth. “That was one of maybe two hundred existent copies. It took me five years to find and cost A LOT of money. And I only had two chapters left.”
“Oh. Um…” There was only one choice then. “How ‘bout some rum?”
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 300
“Why? Why? Why does this always happen to me?”
Perhaps it was the grinding teeth or maybe the unpleasant aura. Either way, people were starting to notice.
“Um, Cap’n?”
Yasopp tapped Shanks on the shoulder, pulling his attention away from the bar tender and one ridiculously large order for alcohol.
“Yeah?”
“I think we got a problem.”
The marksman gestured over to one corner of the bar. If it were possible for the right atmospheric conditions to collide inside a building, there would have been a large black cloud roiling with lightning coalescing over the first mate’s head. The way he was slumped back in one chair caressing the rather large firearm in his lap and muttering under his breath did not bode well for anyone in the immediate area.
Shanks winced at the sight and sighed. This was probably going to hurt. He plastered a grin on his face as he picked his way over the groaning bodies on the floor.
“Yo Ben! You alright?”
If looks could kill, Shanks would have been disintegrated on the spot.
“No.”
The clipped answer and icy tone really didn’t encourage Shanks to ask, but there’d been enough destruction here already.
“What’s the matter?”
“That.”
The captain followed the pointing finger over to one table. It was in bad shape, still smoking in spots from where spilled liquor had caught on fire. Then he saw it – a charred lump that had formerly been leather-bound paper – Ben’s book.
“So…we’ll get you a new one.”
“Shanks.” The words were forced out through clenched teeth. “That was one of maybe two hundred existent copies. It took me five years to find and cost A LOT of money. And I only had two chapters left.”
“Oh. Um…” There was only one choice then. “How ‘bout some rum?”
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Date: 2005-07-07 01:57 pm (UTC)This was cute! Please do more in the future! :D
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-07 05:28 pm (UTC)