[fic] Information

[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

Title: Information
Rating: PG15
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Smoker, Ace
Topic: Canon

[A/N: Canon for setting...? Also, semi-continued from this pic. ]

The door closes, and the body in the chair tenses.  Errant black hair is now matted, dull, a coarse veil over sallow skin, delicate cheekbones too harshly stark.  The jailhouse shirt sags over hunched shoulders and the arms bound back in cuffs behind the iron chair.  A shackle at the neck runs a heavy chain down to cuffed ankles, and reddish blotches of varying shades stain the striped fabric.  The sensuous lips are split at the left corner, and there’s still a greenish patch over his eye, a fading bruise.  

 

The eyes are the worst: the hard, primal glitter of a caged beast. 

 

Smoker’s throat itches, and habit brings gloved fingers up to empty lips.  Smoking isn’t allowed here, not indoors, and hesitation takes his hand further, to short silver hair.

 

It’s the way the eyes watch his hands instead of his face that finally pisses him off.  He wants to ask what happened but it’s banal, he knows.  The question strangles in his throat, save for the name.

 

“Portgas.”

 

No response, so he waits, and it’s the longest, coldest moment of his life, watching those eyes track his hands as they drop. 

 

Then, the faintest ember, and the split lip twists.  The voice is cracked and raw, but amused.

 

“One five six two.”

 

Smoker glances at the white numbered patch over Portgas’ heart, and his teeth set so tightly they hurt.  He picks at his furred cuff as though in agitation, and the tiny click the small camera makes is hidden in an exhalation.

 

Portgas looks up, and for a moment in time, the embers fan to flame.  I’m still here.  It’s a whisper the banked smoke within him hears, and it’s hard to turn and go, the weight of the information he carries now heavy in his sleeve.   

Comments

[dark-kaomi.livejournal.com]

Ouch.

[tonko.livejournal.com]

Augh. And some more, augh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaace ::flails::

But, except, the end. So it's a bit better. A little bit.

Oda, tell us what's happened to him, or so help me...

[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

the 3 week One Piece manga break makes me sad Q_Q;;

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[horusguard76.livejournal.com]

Oh my... sad stuff. But at least Ace is not alone, ne?

But I have to admit I am a tiny bit confused about the mentioning of a camera? Did Smoker take a pic of Ace? If so then for what? Help please?

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[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

I hit the 300 word limit at then (or more accurately, hit 330 words), and couldn't figure out how to end it nicely, so I cut off the dubious conversation about the Strawhats being close by and the "He now had letters to deliver".

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[horusguard76.livejournal.com]

Gotcha! Thank you. I kind of considered such but your explanation is very helpful.

Ah, I personally consider the 300 word limit an evil thing from outer space or something like that. I have given up on writing a story with so little words. Kinda impossible for me. Far too talkative here. lol

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[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

haha... I find it challenging! Ending and beginning a story neatly within 300 words is difficult : ) Especially for me, since I love writing novel length stuff.

[danyellaskyler.livejournal.com]

It makes me sad... yet eager for more. *hopeful* There will be more? Maybe a sequel?

[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

maybe : ) thanks for reading!