Remember Me?
Mar. 14th, 2006 11:34 pmMy humble and meager offering to the great altar of drabbles.
Title: Forget Me Not
Topic: Memories
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: SanUso
Disclaimer: They're too good to be mine.
Forget Me Not
“He almost died.” Chopper’s words still rang in Usopp’s ears every time he walked into the room and saw Sanji staring out the window. “He’ll be lucky if this is the worst of it.”
The sniper set the sprig of blue flowers down on the table beside the cook, taking in the stark white bandages against his golden hair and remembering when the tresses were dyed crimson with his own blood. Sanji had stepped in to stop a blow aimed at Usopp and ended up with a head wound that left him unconscious for more than a day. His first waking words sent ice through the younger man’s veins: “Who the hell are you?”
Traumatic amnesia, Chopper called it, brought on by the injury. Zoro wanted to hit him again to fix him, but from the panicked expression on the doctor’s face, it was a bad idea. Either Sanji’s memory would return as he got better… or it never would.
That was a week ago, and Usopp was beginning to have his doubts. Sanji was confined to bed to reduce the risk of aggravating his condition, making him sullen and quiet. Every day Usopp came and sat beside him, talking about everything and anything he could think of to try and spark his friend’s memory. Every day Sanji turned and looked at him with a dark, uncaring eye, reminding him of just what he lost.
Gone were the light and laughter. Gone was the sweet, budding warmth that blossomed into a shy smile. Gone was the love that took months of careful nurturing to bloom between them. The emptiness in Sanji’s gaze cut deeper than any knife. Every day, Usopp left the room with that piercing stare at his back.
“Usopp…” Fingers brushed over the flowers as hope returned. “Forget-me-nots?”
Title: Forget Me Not
Topic: Memories
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: SanUso
Disclaimer: They're too good to be mine.
Forget Me Not
“He almost died.” Chopper’s words still rang in Usopp’s ears every time he walked into the room and saw Sanji staring out the window. “He’ll be lucky if this is the worst of it.”
The sniper set the sprig of blue flowers down on the table beside the cook, taking in the stark white bandages against his golden hair and remembering when the tresses were dyed crimson with his own blood. Sanji had stepped in to stop a blow aimed at Usopp and ended up with a head wound that left him unconscious for more than a day. His first waking words sent ice through the younger man’s veins: “Who the hell are you?”
Traumatic amnesia, Chopper called it, brought on by the injury. Zoro wanted to hit him again to fix him, but from the panicked expression on the doctor’s face, it was a bad idea. Either Sanji’s memory would return as he got better… or it never would.
That was a week ago, and Usopp was beginning to have his doubts. Sanji was confined to bed to reduce the risk of aggravating his condition, making him sullen and quiet. Every day Usopp came and sat beside him, talking about everything and anything he could think of to try and spark his friend’s memory. Every day Sanji turned and looked at him with a dark, uncaring eye, reminding him of just what he lost.
Gone were the light and laughter. Gone was the sweet, budding warmth that blossomed into a shy smile. Gone was the love that took months of careful nurturing to bloom between them. The emptiness in Sanji’s gaze cut deeper than any knife. Every day, Usopp left the room with that piercing stare at his back.
“Usopp…” Fingers brushed over the flowers as hope returned. “Forget-me-nots?”
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Date: 2006-03-17 09:02 am (UTC)But such a sweet and hopeful ending.
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