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onepieceyaoi100Title: House Call
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 277
All around the sounds of chaos – gun shots and screams and splintering wood and the harsh ringing of steel on steel – reigned. Like ripples in a still pond after the turtle decides to leave his comfortable sunny log to chase his supper, the noise, violent confusion spread outward. Only in the middle was there calm to be found. The captain had vanished from the deck of his great black ship, disappeared below to root around inside what many considered to be the best floating wine cellar on all of the Grand Line. He was laughing and covered in dust when he finally came back to survey the continuing damage to the Navy’s barricade and his first mate gave him back the helm with a resigned sigh.
“Whatever you’re planning, do you think it’s wise to press him?”
“That old man? A little bit of teasin’ will do him good. Too much respect goes to his head.”
Two large hands reached out. One neatly plucked the filthy green-blue bottle from the captain’s sash and the other gently tussled strands brighter than the blood even then being scrubbed from the deck.
“And too much wine goes to yours.”
“Spoilsport. Didn’t you ever learn to respect your captain?”
The first mate snorted. “I’ll have some respect when I stop having to haul you out of trouble and listen to you whine about your head in the mornings.”
“Fine fine. You can come along too if ya really want. All you had to do was ask.”
The crew ignored the shoving match that developed and continued cleaning. After all, it wasn’t every day that Red Haired Shanks went to visit Whitebeard.
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 277
All around the sounds of chaos – gun shots and screams and splintering wood and the harsh ringing of steel on steel – reigned. Like ripples in a still pond after the turtle decides to leave his comfortable sunny log to chase his supper, the noise, violent confusion spread outward. Only in the middle was there calm to be found. The captain had vanished from the deck of his great black ship, disappeared below to root around inside what many considered to be the best floating wine cellar on all of the Grand Line. He was laughing and covered in dust when he finally came back to survey the continuing damage to the Navy’s barricade and his first mate gave him back the helm with a resigned sigh.
“Whatever you’re planning, do you think it’s wise to press him?”
“That old man? A little bit of teasin’ will do him good. Too much respect goes to his head.”
Two large hands reached out. One neatly plucked the filthy green-blue bottle from the captain’s sash and the other gently tussled strands brighter than the blood even then being scrubbed from the deck.
“And too much wine goes to yours.”
“Spoilsport. Didn’t you ever learn to respect your captain?”
The first mate snorted. “I’ll have some respect when I stop having to haul you out of trouble and listen to you whine about your head in the mornings.”
“Fine fine. You can come along too if ya really want. All you had to do was ask.”
The crew ignored the shoving match that developed and continued cleaning. After all, it wasn’t every day that Red Haired Shanks went to visit Whitebeard.
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Date: 2006-11-08 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-08 10:35 pm (UTC)*glees* Oh, I'm looking forward to much, much more fic of Shanks and Ben now!!
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Date: 2006-11-09 12:28 am (UTC)Was this meant to be on the 'wreaking havoc' topic? *looks at strewn Marines* 'cause I think they'd say that havoc has been wreacked.
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Date: 2006-11-09 05:28 am (UTC)I think I'm in love. Great stuff, this.