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onepieceyaoi100Title: Blackout
Word Count: 298.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Kuro/Jango if you squint.
Topic: Black.
His glasses were sliding down his nose again. He couldn’t seem to remember how to fix that.
His mind worried and gnawed at the edge of the blackness that blanketed most of it, but something told him not to look too hard. There was something…unpleasant there. Something dark, something that came out in strange dreams of a blonde girl and a longnosed boy and a dancing man with eyes (glasses?) shaped like hearts, in frightening nightmares of blood and steel and people screaming.
He was an enigma, washed up on shore in a tattered suit and broken glasses, absent name, empty past, blank future. His first (last?) foggy memories were of someone stroking his face gently, like one would pet a cat, and the words “One, two, Jango!” Such an odd thing to say, but it had stuck with him, so he’d started calling himself “Jango” as a result. The name was oddly comforting, felt trustworthy on his tongue. He liked it.
His glasses were almost at the edge of his nose now. His fingers trembled, twitched into an alien, animalistic shape, then slowly relaxed. He pushed his glasses up with one careful, upraised finger. It felt like victory and defeat all in one.
Makino came into the main bar area, wiping her hands on a dishrag, and he offered her a tentative smile. She could tell that today had been a bad day for him, and gave him a little extra breathing space. She was kind and thoughtful like that.
Thinking of her and of the man with pink hearts in his eyes, of the dreams of death and fire and shining scarlet-slicked metal, he carefully tugged the shadows shrouding his memories a little tighter and got up to go get tonight’s beer out of the basement.
Word Count: 298.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Kuro/Jango if you squint.
Topic: Black.
His glasses were sliding down his nose again. He couldn’t seem to remember how to fix that.
His mind worried and gnawed at the edge of the blackness that blanketed most of it, but something told him not to look too hard. There was something…unpleasant there. Something dark, something that came out in strange dreams of a blonde girl and a longnosed boy and a dancing man with eyes (glasses?) shaped like hearts, in frightening nightmares of blood and steel and people screaming.
He was an enigma, washed up on shore in a tattered suit and broken glasses, absent name, empty past, blank future. His first (last?) foggy memories were of someone stroking his face gently, like one would pet a cat, and the words “One, two, Jango!” Such an odd thing to say, but it had stuck with him, so he’d started calling himself “Jango” as a result. The name was oddly comforting, felt trustworthy on his tongue. He liked it.
His glasses were almost at the edge of his nose now. His fingers trembled, twitched into an alien, animalistic shape, then slowly relaxed. He pushed his glasses up with one careful, upraised finger. It felt like victory and defeat all in one.
Makino came into the main bar area, wiping her hands on a dishrag, and he offered her a tentative smile. She could tell that today had been a bad day for him, and gave him a little extra breathing space. She was kind and thoughtful like that.
Thinking of her and of the man with pink hearts in his eyes, of the dreams of death and fire and shining scarlet-slicked metal, he carefully tugged the shadows shrouding his memories a little tighter and got up to go get tonight’s beer out of the basement.
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Date: 2006-09-13 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 04:03 am (UTC)And much, much love for the pushed his glasses up with one careful, upraised finger. It's like watching a baby being born. Except I've never seen it happen. B-but you know what I mean. ;__; b
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Date: 2006-09-13 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-13 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-13 05:12 pm (UTC)This is just crazy fantastic, with the other Jango petting him like a cat and of course the glasses thing and, oh, I love all it implies about the other Jango sooooo much. I am in awe.