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onepieceyaoi100Title: All Roads Lead to Rome
Rating: PG-15 for some dark themes.
Word Count: 300, 300, and 285 respectively. Can be read seperately, though all are related.
Pairing: Slight Sanji/Usopp tones, mentions of past Zoro/Sanji, and I know this won't count, but Luffy/Nami. Though if I do continue with this and make it into a whole series, eventual strong Zoro/Luffy nakamaship, and nakamaship in general. Um. Ah, what the hell. Eventual Nakamaship.
Topic: AU / AR
A/N: I'm not a big fan of the whole "Chopper reincarnated as an animal in AU/AR situations" either, but eh. Had this idea tossing about for a bit. Hope it makes sense.
“Did you hear?”
“What about?”
“The boy who came in yesterday. Rescued from a fire – arson, it seemed. Had an older brother; died trying to protect him.”
“Oh my.”
“Yeah. Didn’t escape unscathed though – paramedics said his throat was slashed. Was barely alive when they got him out. He’ll probably never be able to talk again.”
“Is he still unconscious?”
“Mm. Been out of it since then – smoke inhalation, trauma, all that shit.”
“…how old is he, what’s he look like?”
“Your age, actually. Black hair, fair skin. But he looks so damn young, like he’s twelve, or something. At least, what I saw of him. Bandages everywhere. And he’s skinny, too. When that bugger comes round I’m going to have to fatten him up a bit. As with everyone who’s been falling in here like rain, recently.”
“Heh. You do that.”
The wall clock chimed then: thirteen soft bell-like chimes. Sanji made a noise, disgruntled. “Lunch time already, damn.”
Usopp chuckled. “I’ll drop by later. You know what I want.”
“Ah.” The blond’s fingers fluttered on the spokes of his wheelchair, swiftly steering himself out from the tight confinement of the little coffee lounge before he began rolling down the corridor to the lift landing. “Catch you later. And I’ll save something for Chopper, too. If the shitty old geezer lets me get away with it.”
The year-old golden retriever at Usopp’s feet barked once, as though in agreement. Usopp waited until the sound of the wheelchair faded into the distance, smiling when he felt the end of his cane poke against his thigh.
“Thanks, Chopper.” He retrieved it from the puppy’s mouth. There was a series of happy-sounding growls and enthusiastic tail-thumping before the puppy tugged on its leash, pulling them down the hallways, back to their ward.
x x x x x x
Roronoa Zoro didn’t do things he regretted.
He didn’t regret accepting the challenge that had landed a defeat which split his torso in half.
He didn’t regret having to shut out all distractions of his daily life, didn’t regret shunning his sensei and fellow dojo trainees just so he could spend a few more hours alone in training.
He didn’t regret allowing that deceptively frail-looking blond dreamer into his life, into his heart, didn’t regret the friendly spars and playful banter, didn’t regret the times they’d spent as rivals and, a first for him, as friends.
He didn’t regret challenging Mihawk again, didn’t regret finding himself face down on the floor minutes later right next to his own severed arm.
He didn’t regret not believing that he had lost.
He didn’t regret shutting himself off from the blonde while the other raged at him, shook him by the shoulders, yelled at him to snap out of it and kicked him hard enough to leave bruises, break ribs.
He didn’t regret catching the other by the legs and breaking them through the kneecaps clean in half without so much as a flicker of recognition or emotion on his stoic face.
He didn’t regret it when he heard that the other would remain confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, didn’t regret it when Sanji hissed the words, “I hate you.” in his face, didn’t regret it as the blond wheeled himself around and out of sight for the last time.
He didn’t, and still doesn’t, regret staring blankly out of the hospital window each day, the fingers of his remaining arm grasping futilely at where his three swords should be hanging strapped together from his waist, wondering what had happened and where it’d all started to go wrong.
x x x x x x
‘No, I really don’t think we’ve met before,’ she signed, somewhat irritated because the boy wasn’t leaving her alone and she wanted to have the map of the main lobby drawn before lunch was over, ‘but why don’t we introduce ourselves? I can’t hear you, but if you pronounce your words properly I might be able to lip-read. I’m Nami.’
The black-haired boy merely grinned at her again and waved his hands about in the air instead. He made really sloppy hand gestures. It took a few tries before she could interpret them correctly. ‘“Luffy”?’
He nodded, excited, and plopped down into the seat next to her before she could protest. Oh well, the table was big enough to seat four, either way, and Sanji could wheel himself opposite later. She could explain their unexpected guest to him afterward.
She’d managed approximately two strokes on her piece of paper before Luffy jabbed her on the shoulder. She shot him a questioning glare.
‘Whatcha doing?’ Luffy signed, completely unfazed else missing her glare of death completely.
‘Drawing, what else?’ She turned back to her map, scowling for real this time when he tapped her on the shoulder again. She jerked her chin sharply at him in annoyance. ‘Yes?’
He grinned, gesticulated at her head and waggled his fingers about again. ‘I like your hair. It’s a pretty color.’
She blinked at him. Luffy just nodded, pleased with himself, and took to kicking his sandaled feet beneath his chair. He didn’t disturb her after that, however, only studying the way she made careful strokes on the paper, marking lines that were straight even without the aid of a ruler.
‘Weird kid,’ she thought, and kept on drawing.
On to Part 2.
edit oh snaps yes. In case no one's noticed, I'm currently sorting all the entries posted here into their [respective pairings and topics]. Progress is slow but yeah, I'm workng on it.
Rating: PG-15 for some dark themes.
Word Count: 300, 300, and 285 respectively. Can be read seperately, though all are related.
Pairing: Slight Sanji/Usopp tones, mentions of past Zoro/Sanji, and I know this won't count, but Luffy/Nami. Though if I do continue with this and make it into a whole series, eventual strong Zoro/Luffy nakamaship, and nakamaship in general. Um. Ah, what the hell. Eventual Nakamaship.
Topic: AU / AR
A/N: I'm not a big fan of the whole "Chopper reincarnated as an animal in AU/AR situations" either, but eh. Had this idea tossing about for a bit. Hope it makes sense.
“Did you hear?”
“What about?”
“The boy who came in yesterday. Rescued from a fire – arson, it seemed. Had an older brother; died trying to protect him.”
“Oh my.”
“Yeah. Didn’t escape unscathed though – paramedics said his throat was slashed. Was barely alive when they got him out. He’ll probably never be able to talk again.”
“Is he still unconscious?”
“Mm. Been out of it since then – smoke inhalation, trauma, all that shit.”
“…how old is he, what’s he look like?”
“Your age, actually. Black hair, fair skin. But he looks so damn young, like he’s twelve, or something. At least, what I saw of him. Bandages everywhere. And he’s skinny, too. When that bugger comes round I’m going to have to fatten him up a bit. As with everyone who’s been falling in here like rain, recently.”
“Heh. You do that.”
The wall clock chimed then: thirteen soft bell-like chimes. Sanji made a noise, disgruntled. “Lunch time already, damn.”
Usopp chuckled. “I’ll drop by later. You know what I want.”
“Ah.” The blond’s fingers fluttered on the spokes of his wheelchair, swiftly steering himself out from the tight confinement of the little coffee lounge before he began rolling down the corridor to the lift landing. “Catch you later. And I’ll save something for Chopper, too. If the shitty old geezer lets me get away with it.”
The year-old golden retriever at Usopp’s feet barked once, as though in agreement. Usopp waited until the sound of the wheelchair faded into the distance, smiling when he felt the end of his cane poke against his thigh.
“Thanks, Chopper.” He retrieved it from the puppy’s mouth. There was a series of happy-sounding growls and enthusiastic tail-thumping before the puppy tugged on its leash, pulling them down the hallways, back to their ward.
Roronoa Zoro didn’t do things he regretted.
He didn’t regret accepting the challenge that had landed a defeat which split his torso in half.
He didn’t regret having to shut out all distractions of his daily life, didn’t regret shunning his sensei and fellow dojo trainees just so he could spend a few more hours alone in training.
He didn’t regret allowing that deceptively frail-looking blond dreamer into his life, into his heart, didn’t regret the friendly spars and playful banter, didn’t regret the times they’d spent as rivals and, a first for him, as friends.
He didn’t regret challenging Mihawk again, didn’t regret finding himself face down on the floor minutes later right next to his own severed arm.
He didn’t regret not believing that he had lost.
He didn’t regret shutting himself off from the blonde while the other raged at him, shook him by the shoulders, yelled at him to snap out of it and kicked him hard enough to leave bruises, break ribs.
He didn’t regret catching the other by the legs and breaking them through the kneecaps clean in half without so much as a flicker of recognition or emotion on his stoic face.
He didn’t regret it when he heard that the other would remain confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, didn’t regret it when Sanji hissed the words, “I hate you.” in his face, didn’t regret it as the blond wheeled himself around and out of sight for the last time.
He didn’t, and still doesn’t, regret staring blankly out of the hospital window each day, the fingers of his remaining arm grasping futilely at where his three swords should be hanging strapped together from his waist, wondering what had happened and where it’d all started to go wrong.
‘No, I really don’t think we’ve met before,’ she signed, somewhat irritated because the boy wasn’t leaving her alone and she wanted to have the map of the main lobby drawn before lunch was over, ‘but why don’t we introduce ourselves? I can’t hear you, but if you pronounce your words properly I might be able to lip-read. I’m Nami.’
The black-haired boy merely grinned at her again and waved his hands about in the air instead. He made really sloppy hand gestures. It took a few tries before she could interpret them correctly. ‘“Luffy”?’
He nodded, excited, and plopped down into the seat next to her before she could protest. Oh well, the table was big enough to seat four, either way, and Sanji could wheel himself opposite later. She could explain their unexpected guest to him afterward.
She’d managed approximately two strokes on her piece of paper before Luffy jabbed her on the shoulder. She shot him a questioning glare.
‘Whatcha doing?’ Luffy signed, completely unfazed else missing her glare of death completely.
‘Drawing, what else?’ She turned back to her map, scowling for real this time when he tapped her on the shoulder again. She jerked her chin sharply at him in annoyance. ‘Yes?’
He grinned, gesticulated at her head and waggled his fingers about again. ‘I like your hair. It’s a pretty color.’
She blinked at him. Luffy just nodded, pleased with himself, and took to kicking his sandaled feet beneath his chair. He didn’t disturb her after that, however, only studying the way she made careful strokes on the paper, marking lines that were straight even without the aid of a ruler.
‘Weird kid,’ she thought, and kept on drawing.
On to Part 2.
edit oh snaps yes. In case no one's noticed, I'm currently sorting all the entries posted here into their [respective pairings and topics]. Progress is slow but yeah, I'm workng on it.
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Date: 2006-06-29 06:49 pm (UTC)Holy shit. I'm not normally one for begging, but mmgmghgg. Please?
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Date: 2006-06-30 02:46 am (UTC)(Did that specific AR you read happen to be
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Date: 2006-06-29 08:17 pm (UTC)ALSO WTF don't you have a shitload of work. DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING SWAMPED THEN. >O Ganbatte though! ♥
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Date: 2006-06-29 08:38 pm (UTC)You don't pull punches, do you? Zoro is paralyzed from the mid-torso down, is missing an arm and broke Sanji's legs. And doesn't regret it. *whimpers* Luffy had better hurry up and meet them all because his Nakama need help...
In light of that and your busyness, I will totally accept the next part of this as a "first impressions" drabble if you'd like to do this instead and/or don't have an idea yet. ^_^ I can't wait to see what Luffy thinks of the others and what they think of him. XD Luffy's inexplicable charm and Nakamaship always makes me happy.
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Date: 2006-06-29 11:57 pm (UTC)Zoro's the worst hit of the lot. :( Thank you :D
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Date: 2006-06-30 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-29 10:01 pm (UTC)fabulous, awesome, darkly rich, involvingdrabble set because I can't. So I'm not, dammit!Instead I'm commenting on your total awesomeness in organizing the entries thus far. It's an overwhelming job, I'm sure, and I'll have you know that due to my organizational kink, it's made me want to lick at your ankles and give you .
Great, great job.
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Date: 2006-06-29 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-30 05:46 am (UTC)this is more like a mere introduction to a nicely developing multi-chapter fic, so many angsty opportunities to fool around with! XD
i have to agree tho, despite all the emotionally/physically hurt strawhats, that Zoro's bit was the most heart-wrenching T_T" it could even be a gr8 drabble all by itself!
oh, and poor chopper has no choice watsoever in being reincarnated as a cute furry animal with human intelligence ^.^ ever seen reindeer anthros trotting around ur neighbourhood lately?
summary: excellent fic!!~
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Date: 2006-06-30 06:21 am (UTC)Wow, so many problems... Zoro definitely seems to be the worst off, but each of their afflictions seem particularly heart-wrenching 'cause of the impact it has on them. Luffy would easily be of benefit to them all, since nothing ever seems to really faze the kid.
(And even though this is in a yaoi community, I think the Luffy/Nami is cute. :D )
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Date: 2006-07-05 12:38 am (UTC)I'm off to the second part.XDD