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onepieceyaoi100Title: A last time.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 152
Pairing: Gin --> Sanji
Topic: One More Time
Notes: Um... angst warning. Because Gin-->Sanji is angsty love. My first attempt at Gin/Sanji... please be gentle.
There was no pain. He supposed it was because there were too many wounds for his mind to register all at once.
Gin could feel the life draining out of him as hot blood drained out of the wound in his stomach and flowed down his sides to pool on the ground beneath him.
He wanted to laugh, but he had no breath. To laugh, not because he was dying, but because he found it ironic that the fatal wound be to his stomach.
That was how it started, after all.
His damned stomach... and hunger that couldn't be satisfied.
He could no longer hear the sounds of his crew being annihilated around him.
It didn't matter anymore.
Perhaps, in heaven, he could find it one more time. His light. His ambrosia.
He smiled. Just one more time. That would be nice.
His vision faded last. And then, there was nothing.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 152
Pairing: Gin --> Sanji
Topic: One More Time
Notes: Um... angst warning. Because Gin-->Sanji is angsty love. My first attempt at Gin/Sanji... please be gentle.
There was no pain. He supposed it was because there were too many wounds for his mind to register all at once.
Gin could feel the life draining out of him as hot blood drained out of the wound in his stomach and flowed down his sides to pool on the ground beneath him.
He wanted to laugh, but he had no breath. To laugh, not because he was dying, but because he found it ironic that the fatal wound be to his stomach.
That was how it started, after all.
His damned stomach... and hunger that couldn't be satisfied.
He could no longer hear the sounds of his crew being annihilated around him.
It didn't matter anymore.
Perhaps, in heaven, he could find it one more time. His light. His ambrosia.
He smiled. Just one more time. That would be nice.
His vision faded last. And then, there was nothing.
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Date: 2008-11-15 11:53 pm (UTC)(poor gin, it's his lot in life to suffer it seems)
Very nice!
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Date: 2008-11-17 02:36 am (UTC)I now feel really bad for Gin and must write him crack in the future.
I must have been way emo that day. D=
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