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onepieceyaoi100Title: Late
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks/Ben (yet again)
Word Count: 171
The sun had almost disappeared beneath the horizon the fifth time Shanks turned to check. No question at this point. Ben was late. Very late. And Shanks was starting to worry, just a little. It was his role to be late and Ben’s to be punctual. Just one of many examples of how their opposite tendencies kept the ship functioning.
The only other times Ben had ever been late, he had been detained by the navy. One night he’d never returned, and Shanks had taken out half the local contingent before he had found him. If that were the case tonight, he would gladly make a repeat performance. But a familiar figure’s approach killed that line of thought.
“You’re late.”
“It happens sometimes.”
“What were you doin’?”
“There was some trouble with the constabulary and a little girl.”
“Oh.”
“Here.”
He shoved a bottle into Shanks’ hand.
“Idiot. There’s no point to worrying.”
Shanks took a long pull, watching as the last rays painted shimmering streaks across the ocean.
“I wasn’t.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks/Ben (yet again)
Word Count: 171
The sun had almost disappeared beneath the horizon the fifth time Shanks turned to check. No question at this point. Ben was late. Very late. And Shanks was starting to worry, just a little. It was his role to be late and Ben’s to be punctual. Just one of many examples of how their opposite tendencies kept the ship functioning.
The only other times Ben had ever been late, he had been detained by the navy. One night he’d never returned, and Shanks had taken out half the local contingent before he had found him. If that were the case tonight, he would gladly make a repeat performance. But a familiar figure’s approach killed that line of thought.
“You’re late.”
“It happens sometimes.”
“What were you doin’?”
“There was some trouble with the constabulary and a little girl.”
“Oh.”
“Here.”
He shoved a bottle into Shanks’ hand.
“Idiot. There’s no point to worrying.”
Shanks took a long pull, watching as the last rays painted shimmering streaks across the ocean.
“I wasn’t.”
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Date: 2004-10-21 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-21 03:24 pm (UTC)"It was his role to be late and Ben’s to be punctual."
Perfect. I'm still smiling after reading it!
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Date: 2004-10-21 05:50 pm (UTC)