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Title: Life Without Parole
Word Count: 299.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Zoro/Luffy.
Topic: Punishment and Reward.
Luffy’s arms wrapped around him, solid and bony and stiff.
It had been almost a year, now, and Zoro’s skin was still tinted faintly grey; still had that alien sheen when the sun caught it the wrong way. Chopper said the dust was inside him, in his lungs, in his throat, in his skin and flowing through his veins. When Chopper could manage to talk to him, anyway.
Zoro didn’t regret his decision, though. A life sentence of hard labor in a seastone mine would have killed Nami, cutting her off from her trees and her wind and her seas, shattering her body and destroying her mind until there was nothing left to rescue. So he’d gone alone, exchanged himself for her, been exiled to the one place where Luffy couldn’t follow. She, in turn, had come for him, she and Usopp and Sanji, and they’d caused a worldwide seastone shortage as a result. The whole thing had had only one lasting effect, and some argued he was stronger for it, that the World Government’s punishment had turned out to be a gift.
Zoans were forced into their birth forms at his touch, their claws and teeth finding no purchase unless they’d had them to start with. Logia turned to flesh within a foot of his skin, dragging the rest of the person with it. And Paramecia became normal humans, rubber turned to bone, flowering hands dropping to the ground and fading away like dying roses.
Luffy squeezed him, and Zoro could almost hear his captain reminding himself that his joints only bent one way. He knew Luffy couldn’t feel his face or the skin on his arms right now. Couldn’t fight back-to-back with his swordsman anymore. And he still kept trying to make it work.
Life sentence, indeed.
plotbunny_tiff for the idea of that particular sentence in the first place.Title: Life Without Parole
Word Count: 299.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Zoro/Luffy.
Topic: Punishment and Reward.
Luffy’s arms wrapped around him, solid and bony and stiff.
It had been almost a year, now, and Zoro’s skin was still tinted faintly grey; still had that alien sheen when the sun caught it the wrong way. Chopper said the dust was inside him, in his lungs, in his throat, in his skin and flowing through his veins. When Chopper could manage to talk to him, anyway.
Zoro didn’t regret his decision, though. A life sentence of hard labor in a seastone mine would have killed Nami, cutting her off from her trees and her wind and her seas, shattering her body and destroying her mind until there was nothing left to rescue. So he’d gone alone, exchanged himself for her, been exiled to the one place where Luffy couldn’t follow. She, in turn, had come for him, she and Usopp and Sanji, and they’d caused a worldwide seastone shortage as a result. The whole thing had had only one lasting effect, and some argued he was stronger for it, that the World Government’s punishment had turned out to be a gift.
Zoans were forced into their birth forms at his touch, their claws and teeth finding no purchase unless they’d had them to start with. Logia turned to flesh within a foot of his skin, dragging the rest of the person with it. And Paramecia became normal humans, rubber turned to bone, flowering hands dropping to the ground and fading away like dying roses.
Luffy squeezed him, and Zoro could almost hear his captain reminding himself that his joints only bent one way. He knew Luffy couldn’t feel his face or the skin on his arms right now. Couldn’t fight back-to-back with his swordsman anymore. And he still kept trying to make it work.
Life sentence, indeed.
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Date: 2006-11-23 10:48 am (UTC)And ZORO. ♥
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Date: 2006-11-23 10:52 am (UTC)ZOROOOOOO. ♥
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Date: 2006-11-23 04:17 pm (UTC)*sobs*
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Date: 2006-11-23 04:48 pm (UTC)Zoro... ;___; ♥♥
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Date: 2006-11-24 01:51 pm (UTC)This is such a brilliant idea. The best stories are the stories with other stories floating about it. I desperately want to know what happened before, during/after this, but I'm also afraid I already know. And all possible scenarios break my heart in little ways.
*mope*
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Date: 2006-11-24 10:16 pm (UTC)All the Smoker/Zeff I've ever written is here (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=chibi_trillian&keyword=Zeff/Smoker&filter=all), BTW, thanks to my incredibly anal and egotistical habit of organizing all of my fics by series, length, and pairing. >>;
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Date: 2006-12-31 11:42 pm (UTC)Ouch. And also "Yes."
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Date: 2008-10-21 10:31 pm (UTC)And poor Nami. How guilty must she feel, knowing it (really sorta is) her fault that Zolo can't touch his captain ever again? *sobs harder*
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Date: 2015-11-24 03:20 pm (UTC)partyficlet* Ooooh, this is good. So much packed into so few sentences, cause and effect, logic and sacrifice and consequence, the angst of Luffy trying to hold on when he cannot feel, to hold tight when the very essence of Zoro negates that which is the tool (but not the source) of Luffy's strength.