Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

Title: Life is But a Dream
Topic: canon
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: none, really
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: A moment of deja vu. Or something.

Excuse: I really, really obviously need more coffee. Guess the canon!

Notes: I was thinking of Thriller Bark's aftermath here, but this could really be after any battle with an appropriate injury-list, I guess. Also, "Missy", as a translation for "ojousan", rather than as a given (nick)name. Finally, I had to cut this like a sum'gun to make it fit the 300-word limit, so there is back-story missing all over the place that I didn't have anything like space to write. But dreams and memories are like that, nah? You know much more than what is obvious to see, and all sorts of things get jammed up together.

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"Row, row, row your boat," Sanji sang under his breath, because that part, at least, was clear enough. Picking out the next line was a little more difficult. He didn't know this game, but these kids seemed to be enjoying it, even the one with the green hair. That poor guy was broken, confined to his bunk with leg casts from hip to ankle, and his right arm in another cast that was bound to his chest as well. Perhaps the mosshead was lucky to be left-handed after all.

But their soup was going to get cold, and who thought it was a good idea for him to be serving the passengers anyway, even if the little red-haired girl in the group screamed with fear whenever a strange man came near? Sanji couldn't bear to hear that, he just couldn't, and "'Scuse me! That's for everyone, you guys sit down and let Missy have a chance!"

Abashed, the three dancing idiots shuffled to seats at the little table in their quarters, and Missy let her part of the song trickle away with a tiny "Life is but a dream... Nah, it's three o'clock already?"

"Of course, Missy, if you'd have a seat? I've got your afternoon snack."

"Three o'clock, three o'clock," the boys began chanting, and it looked like they were about to create a new round on the spot, but their voices shifted, shifted, shifted, until it was Luffy's voice calling his name. Sanji shook himself back to the present. In another moment it would be time to serve up and then see if he could get Zoro to drink some broth because it was important to feed people, and ladies came first but the injured were next, even if the moron had gone and broken himself stupidly again.

Comments

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

It's... mostly set as a waking dream of a time when Sanji was much younger, or a realization of deja vu or something -- a memory over top of reality. Also, "san ji" is apparently one possible way to say "three o'clock", hence the fade-to-present line. If that helps?
Glad you enjoyed anyway!

[runic-binary.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I think you've done it again. XD I don't know if my brain is somehow broken when I see your writing, or what, but I don't think I really get this one either...waking dream, huh? I suppose that makes sense. Is this based on some other series? The "canon" part being a different canon?

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

Urgh, no, it's probably that my drabble writing is kinda broken. Again. I've been working on longer things lately and I'm evidently having trouble with gearing down the verbiage -- as if it wasn't bad enough that I already often tend to be more obscure than is useful. :( "Waking dream" of a time in Sanji's past as a small boy aboard that liner (and thus a scene that's probably not very canon at all, in that sense), I was thinking, and "canon" in the sense of a round -- the song the kids are singing, which was the first thing that came to mind with the topic. Really should wait for coffee, apparently.
*wanders off to find a drabble-writing retreat* [being clearly in need]
Thanks!