Vengeance is Not Enough
Aug. 23rd, 2006 09:43 amTitle: Aftermaths
Topic: cold
Word Count: 300
Rating: R, for implications
Pairing: implied ??xNami; permutations of Zo/San/Na; nakamaship
Disclaimer: Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Shit happened. Zoro cleans up.
Excuse: I rather wish I had one for this. Read at your own risk. Not-happy things happened, and continue to happen. I'm sorry?
Notes: Mercilessly cut from a much larger story. It still makes sense to *me*; I'm hoping that's not just because I know why they're there. Don't know where this idea came from, either. Probably the room description, if I had to guess.
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Pale grey walls, light beige carpet, white slat blinds. Hard, uncomfortable chairs. It wasn't the sort of room he'd ever wanted to be in.
But he was here, because *someone* had to be.
He'd volunteered.
They were nakama, and there were... circumstances. He'd given his word.
Luffy had... It hadn't been a smile. Just an acknowledgement that what needed to be done would be done.
Sanji had called him a heartless bastard. Zoro had held the distraught man so Chopper could sedate him, and tucked him gently into his hammock.
The inner door swung open, and Zoro watched them half-carry her out. Then she saw him, blinked, and slipped a carefree mask over her wan features.
He signed the necessary paperwork wordlessly, listened silently to what the doctor had to say, then scooped her up into his arms. Nami only had to turn him the right way once going back.
He'd helped her aboard, taken her to her bed, and told her, "When you're ready, I'll listen. Don't take too long."
Then he left, to wait for Sanji to wake up. To say what little he knew: it hadn't been the blond's. To pretend not to feel the fists that hammered denial against his chest. To let this wound bleed clean. This time, Sanji called him a damned prick. Zoro silently agreed.
23 days later, Nami cornered him on the aft-deck, pressed a mikan into his hand, thanked him for being such a rock, and finally told someone the whole miserable story. Sanji, who arrived in time to see her throw herself into Zoro's arms in a storm of long-overdue weeping, crept close to help comfort her at the swordsman's quiet nod, gracefully accepted Zoro's supportive arm around his shoulders.
Maybe, Zoro thought, he hadn't completely failed them after all.
Topic: cold
Word Count: 300
Rating: R, for implications
Pairing: implied ??xNami; permutations of Zo/San/Na; nakamaship
Disclaimer: Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Shit happened. Zoro cleans up.
Excuse: I rather wish I had one for this. Read at your own risk. Not-happy things happened, and continue to happen. I'm sorry?
Notes: Mercilessly cut from a much larger story. It still makes sense to *me*; I'm hoping that's not just because I know why they're there. Don't know where this idea came from, either. Probably the room description, if I had to guess.
~~~
Pale grey walls, light beige carpet, white slat blinds. Hard, uncomfortable chairs. It wasn't the sort of room he'd ever wanted to be in.
But he was here, because *someone* had to be.
He'd volunteered.
They were nakama, and there were... circumstances. He'd given his word.
Luffy had... It hadn't been a smile. Just an acknowledgement that what needed to be done would be done.
Sanji had called him a heartless bastard. Zoro had held the distraught man so Chopper could sedate him, and tucked him gently into his hammock.
The inner door swung open, and Zoro watched them half-carry her out. Then she saw him, blinked, and slipped a carefree mask over her wan features.
He signed the necessary paperwork wordlessly, listened silently to what the doctor had to say, then scooped her up into his arms. Nami only had to turn him the right way once going back.
He'd helped her aboard, taken her to her bed, and told her, "When you're ready, I'll listen. Don't take too long."
Then he left, to wait for Sanji to wake up. To say what little he knew: it hadn't been the blond's. To pretend not to feel the fists that hammered denial against his chest. To let this wound bleed clean. This time, Sanji called him a damned prick. Zoro silently agreed.
23 days later, Nami cornered him on the aft-deck, pressed a mikan into his hand, thanked him for being such a rock, and finally told someone the whole miserable story. Sanji, who arrived in time to see her throw herself into Zoro's arms in a storm of long-overdue weeping, crept close to help comfort her at the swordsman's quiet nod, gracefully accepted Zoro's supportive arm around his shoulders.
Maybe, Zoro thought, he hadn't completely failed them after all.
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Date: 2006-08-23 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-23 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-23 04:14 pm (UTC)It took me two readings to figure out what had happened... and I guess I'm still not positive. I got the impression Nami and Sanji were in a relationship but Nami ended up pregnant with someone else's child and decided to get an abortion? That understanding came from the line: "To say what little he knew: it hadn't been the blond's", so pardon me if that's incorrect. ^^;
If it's true though, poor Sanji, and poor Nami. It looks like the whole situation surrounding it was painful. ...Were you trying to imply that it was Zoro's child? Sanji's anger and Zoro's guilt suggested that to me, but then at the end Nami tells both of them 'the whole miserable story', which would mean Zoro couldn't be the father because he didn't know. Or is it somehow Zoro's fault she was raped? I suppose that makes much more sense...
Anyway, interesting piece. Intriguing decision to cut it down as well. You certainly have enough plot and character reaction to explore to keep it as a longer fic. Are you still going to post the full piece somewhere?
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Date: 2006-08-23 10:24 pm (UTC)I'm glad it makes sense, even if it did take a couple of readings. It was, all in all, a nasty mucky painful situation for all concerned. And you're very close. Mostly, I think what's missing is that Zoro feels guilt because he arrived only in time to avenge Nami (but not protect her, so he *feels* responsible even if it makes no sense), and then she swore him to silence on it for her own reasons. There're other details (f'rinstance, I hadn't thought about Sanji overhearing Nami's tale!), but since the rest of the fic is still in progress, they're probably subject to change anyway.
As to cutting it down - this *is* a drabble comm! *grin* Also, the full story needs more work, and probably a sounding board person/beta as well, but the germ of it is here ^^ and it was as solid as it's going to get. As to posting it? I'll have to see...
Thanks much for the comments, Yuki!