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onepieceyaoi100Title: Booklight
Word Count: 328 FAIL. In my defense, it was originally over 400.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Implied Kuro/Jango, Kuro/Makino if you squint. Yes, it's the sequel to the amnesiac!Kuro fic.
Topic: Bad Company.
It was Makino who had remembered the books.
A pirate named Ben Beckmann had once used this village as his home port, and Beckmann had been an avid reader. He’d amassed quite a library, but when he’d moved on, the books had had to be left behind—too much extra weight, too likely to be damaged at sea. So he’d boxed them up carefully and stored them in the attic over the bar, where the sturdy boxes had quietly gathered dust for over a decade.
Until Jango had washed ashore.
He didn’t know if it was because his mind was so empty or whether it was something he’d always done, but Jango soaked up knowledge like one of Makino’s heavy bar towels mopping up a spill. He’d devoured the books, working his way through the bibliophilic pirate’s abandoned treasure with such speed that there had been talk about sending him to one of the universities, where he could get a proper education and might meet with people who knew him and could bring back his memories.
Jango thought it might be safer if the books came to him instead. The nightmares had been getting worse, more vivid. He’d told Makino, haltingly and in the most careful way possible, that he strongly suspected he might have been a Very Bad Man.
She’d laughed, said that Very Bad Men don’t sit around reading books and daydreaming all day, and besides, he’d never given anyone in this town a moment’s trouble. He’d nodded obediently, but he was fairly certain that anyone who knew him from before wasn’t going to be the kind of person he wanted to meet…except for that one man, smooth mirror fragments slipping through his fingers, a thousand disjointed features and gestures that would coalesce in his better dreams but leave a persistent heart-shaped blank when he awoke.
But that wasn’t enough to gamble on, especially when Jango suspected his former self of having loaded the dice.
Word Count: 328 FAIL. In my defense, it was originally over 400.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Implied Kuro/Jango, Kuro/Makino if you squint. Yes, it's the sequel to the amnesiac!Kuro fic.
Topic: Bad Company.
It was Makino who had remembered the books.
A pirate named Ben Beckmann had once used this village as his home port, and Beckmann had been an avid reader. He’d amassed quite a library, but when he’d moved on, the books had had to be left behind—too much extra weight, too likely to be damaged at sea. So he’d boxed them up carefully and stored them in the attic over the bar, where the sturdy boxes had quietly gathered dust for over a decade.
Until Jango had washed ashore.
He didn’t know if it was because his mind was so empty or whether it was something he’d always done, but Jango soaked up knowledge like one of Makino’s heavy bar towels mopping up a spill. He’d devoured the books, working his way through the bibliophilic pirate’s abandoned treasure with such speed that there had been talk about sending him to one of the universities, where he could get a proper education and might meet with people who knew him and could bring back his memories.
Jango thought it might be safer if the books came to him instead. The nightmares had been getting worse, more vivid. He’d told Makino, haltingly and in the most careful way possible, that he strongly suspected he might have been a Very Bad Man.
She’d laughed, said that Very Bad Men don’t sit around reading books and daydreaming all day, and besides, he’d never given anyone in this town a moment’s trouble. He’d nodded obediently, but he was fairly certain that anyone who knew him from before wasn’t going to be the kind of person he wanted to meet…except for that one man, smooth mirror fragments slipping through his fingers, a thousand disjointed features and gestures that would coalesce in his better dreams but leave a persistent heart-shaped blank when he awoke.
But that wasn’t enough to gamble on, especially when Jango suspected his former self of having loaded the dice.
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Date: 2006-12-06 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 06:58 am (UTC)...he strongly suspected he might have been a Very Bad Man.
That is so sweet. He's such a reformed person now, awww.
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Date: 2006-12-06 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 02:43 am (UTC)