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Title: Predator
Characters/Pairing: X-DrakexSmoker
Rating: PG
Word count: 252
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Topic: Hungry Eyes
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Well, he certainly never thought he'd see him here. Then again, the man was a pirate now, so perhaps finding him in a shady bar wasn't so surprising after all.
It would have taken a quadruple axe to have cut through the tense atmosphere hanging in the air between them. Smoke billowed from lips that were pulled thin with a dead set scowl.
“You know, I'm going to have to arrest you.”
“Why aren't you then?” Another puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, Smoker's face darkening further. Still, the look he wore was nothing compared to that of the masked pirate's next to him, not quite exceeding Drake's almost inhuman ability to look serious. “Don't tell me you got soft, Ensign?”
“...It's Commodore.”
Blue eyes flashed behind the mask, narrowing with interest. “You have been busy, Commodore.”
“All the most reason to haul your ass in.”
Knocking back the rest of his drink, Drake laid his palms flat on the table. The slightest twitch of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, flashing Smoker a glimpse of canine. In that moment, the white hunter remembered with disturbing certainty he was up against a higher predator. Probably the top of the food chain.
“Don't be bitter, Smoker.” The mask made it more difficult than ever to read Drake's expression, but even with it on, Smoker knew when he was being looked at like a piece of meat. “Regardless of whether I left, I'm still not done with yours.”
Characters/Pairing: X-DrakexSmoker
Rating: PG
Word count: 252
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
Topic: Hungry Eyes
--
Well, he certainly never thought he'd see him here. Then again, the man was a pirate now, so perhaps finding him in a shady bar wasn't so surprising after all.
It would have taken a quadruple axe to have cut through the tense atmosphere hanging in the air between them. Smoke billowed from lips that were pulled thin with a dead set scowl.
“You know, I'm going to have to arrest you.”
“Why aren't you then?” Another puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, Smoker's face darkening further. Still, the look he wore was nothing compared to that of the masked pirate's next to him, not quite exceeding Drake's almost inhuman ability to look serious. “Don't tell me you got soft, Ensign?”
“...It's Commodore.”
Blue eyes flashed behind the mask, narrowing with interest. “You have been busy, Commodore.”
“All the most reason to haul your ass in.”
Knocking back the rest of his drink, Drake laid his palms flat on the table. The slightest twitch of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, flashing Smoker a glimpse of canine. In that moment, the white hunter remembered with disturbing certainty he was up against a higher predator. Probably the top of the food chain.
“Don't be bitter, Smoker.” The mask made it more difficult than ever to read Drake's expression, but even with it on, Smoker knew when he was being looked at like a piece of meat. “Regardless of whether I left, I'm still not done with yours.”
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Date: 2009-06-05 06:44 pm (UTC)