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onepieceyaoi100Title: Recall
Topic: unsaid
word count: 556 XP
Pairing: still pre-Smoker/Ace
A/N: Follows First Impression
Smoker ground his teeth around his cigars, trying not to intimidate the sketch artist sitting in his office nervously clutching a file that may as well have been labeled Bane of Captain Smoker’s Existence. It wasn’t the poor man’s fault that just thinking of how that damned whelp had slipped through his fingers 4 months ago made him want to strangle someone. But the report of the successful escape of a substantial number of Whitebeard’s men, aided by the detonation of an entire munitions store by an unknown mera-mera devil fruit user, with its accompanying request for any information on said unknown mera-mera fruit user, compelled him to relive that painfully humiliating night.
“Um, I guess we’ll start with a basic description, Captain.”
Smoker glared. The man swallowed. “Young.” Too damned young. “Dark hair.” Disarmingly messy. He clenched his fists. “Had freckles.”
“Ah. Um, build?”
“About your height. Lean. Broad shoulders.” Shoulders that would fill out nicely in a few years. Smoker squashed that line of thought ruthlessly and contemplated lighting a third cigar.
“Any distinguishing features?”
A sense of humor that both acknowledges and mocks his own innocence. Cheeky smile that invites you to laugh with him. “Tattoo on his upper left arm. Letters. Couldn’t make it out in the dark.”
As if to make up for 4 months of suppression, vivid memories of that night’s events flashed through his mind as he relayed more details to the sketch artist. How the brat had not-so-subtly checked him out even while threatened with arrest. How he had skillfully planted a distracting mental image in his head while reinforcing the wayward child act. How he’d blazed into flame the second the seastone had left his skin and then toyed with him the rest of the night. His detachment could have handled the jailbreak attempt without him; he’d only given up the chase because it had been becoming increasingly pointless and because he’d become appalled at his own motivations for continuing it.
When the completed drawing was handed to for inspection, he had to concentrate on not crumbling it in his hands. It was a fair likeness, though missing the light and humor that had shone in the brat’s eyes. “Hair was a little longer.”
“A-Anything else I should pass along to headquarters, sir?” Smoker’s expression had the man trying to make himself as small as possible.
“Make sure they know that this juvenile has full logia abilities. I doubt anything short of seawater or seastone would have any effect. Anyone attempting to approach should use Level 2 precautionary protocols.”
The man’s eyes widened as he glanced down at his sketch. “He looks so harmless.”
“That’s what he wants you to think. Tell them set that bounty high.” Returning the artist’s salute, Smoker sat down at his desk to brood. That file was going to get a lot thicker soon; Whitebeard knew potential when he saw it. The little twerp was going to be a thorn in the World Government’s side and in Smoker’s mind until someone brought him in. Much as he resented being stuck in one place, he was for once thankful that his post prevented him from going after the brat himself. He wasn’t sure which of his motives for wanting his hands on the boy would win out should he ever get the opportunity.
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Date: 2007-09-27 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 03:49 am (UTC)♥
Lovely drabble, great images and turn of phrase, and yeah, we KNOW he gets under your skin, Smoker!
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Date: 2007-09-27 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 06:50 pm (UTC)Don't worry, Smoker, I'm sure you'll figure it out. ;)