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Midsummer
Title: Midsummer
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Pairing: None
Topic: Reflection
Summary: Usopp reflects on lies.
Notes: This is one of the few drabbles where I desperately wished that I was a better writer so I could convey what I’m trying to say through 300 words.
Usopp doesn’t reflect on his life. Reflecting on the lies he had made for himself would break the illusion, and everything that he hid would become real.
Be brave, she had told him. He found that he couldn’t, and decided that he could pretend to be, to fulfill her last wish.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, his eyes darting everywhere except the gravestone. He bites his lip. “I hit a rabbit with my new slingshot today.” He says quickly, trying to forget why he had come, “It was really hard, the rabbit was running as fast as a deer and I hit it -” The ghost of his mother looks at him, accusing.
He recoils. “Actually, it wasn’t running that fast. Maybe more like a fox. Or a ferret. Okay, maybe I didn’t hit a rabbit at all!” He screams at the accusing ghost. “Shut up! I’m brave! I command-” But that isn’t right either, and the ghost laughs and laughs.
He ends up clutching dirt and patchy grass, suddenly wet, though it’s still midsummer. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
So when he joins a crew of people who lived in complete certainty, it feels wrong. He begins to say that he is a brave warrior, but he freezes when the captain gives him a look of such understanding that to continue would be sacrilege.
And after a long while of looking only at others, he looks at himself and suddenly realizes that somewhere along the road of living with absolute truth, his own lies had become real.
It’s midsummer the next time he walks the path to the grave, and he’s pleased to know that the ghost isn’t there. He sits on the bright, green grass that shrouds the gravestone, and begins to talk.
He starts with, “I have no regrets.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Pairing: None
Topic: Reflection
Summary: Usopp reflects on lies.
Notes: This is one of the few drabbles where I desperately wished that I was a better writer so I could convey what I’m trying to say through 300 words.
Usopp doesn’t reflect on his life. Reflecting on the lies he had made for himself would break the illusion, and everything that he hid would become real.
Be brave, she had told him. He found that he couldn’t, and decided that he could pretend to be, to fulfill her last wish.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, his eyes darting everywhere except the gravestone. He bites his lip. “I hit a rabbit with my new slingshot today.” He says quickly, trying to forget why he had come, “It was really hard, the rabbit was running as fast as a deer and I hit it -” The ghost of his mother looks at him, accusing.
He recoils. “Actually, it wasn’t running that fast. Maybe more like a fox. Or a ferret. Okay, maybe I didn’t hit a rabbit at all!” He screams at the accusing ghost. “Shut up! I’m brave! I command-” But that isn’t right either, and the ghost laughs and laughs.
He ends up clutching dirt and patchy grass, suddenly wet, though it’s still midsummer. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
So when he joins a crew of people who lived in complete certainty, it feels wrong. He begins to say that he is a brave warrior, but he freezes when the captain gives him a look of such understanding that to continue would be sacrilege.
And after a long while of looking only at others, he looks at himself and suddenly realizes that somewhere along the road of living with absolute truth, his own lies had become real.
It’s midsummer the next time he walks the path to the grave, and he’s pleased to know that the ghost isn’t there. He sits on the bright, green grass that shrouds the gravestone, and begins to talk.
He starts with, “I have no regrets.”