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dethoratsBecause I was bored, I wrote some crappy drabbles.
Title: C.O.D.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 497
Following the Alabasta debacle, Smoker had set out derminedly after Straw-Hat Luffy and his crew. Tashigi had stood at his side and vowed that next time she found Roronoa Zoro they would cross blades again and she would show him just how much she could do. Hina had watched them sail away, standing at the bow of her flagship and waving once when Tashigi had glanced back in her direction. It was a long time before Tashigi heard from the pink-haired captain again. Due to the problems with the higher-ups, Smoker had declared that they would maintain their silence. The snail phone had been placed in a box in his office, its operator feeding it and checking it once daily for news but making sure no outgoing calls were made. The news bird too learned to avoid them. The newspaper carriers were still welcome, but postal albatrosses quickly found out that they should either stay away entirely or only drop non-navy letters down to the deck. Smoker was serious when he said that he would capture Luffy regardless of what headquarters wanted.
Tashigi was long used to being separate from Hina. Months at a time would pass with seeing her or hearing her voice. But she had never gone more that two weeks without at least a letter. By the time they’d been gone from Alabasta for a month, she hadn’t received a single missive. The swordswoman was beginning to worry. Hina was helping to shield them from the Navy. What if she had gotten in trouble for aiding them? Or maybe there had been more to Baroque Works than they had initially thought and now she was injured. Tashigi started having nightmares and then she began to wonder if perhaps Hina had gotten tired of her or had been ashamed of her performance in Alabasta and didn’t want to associate with her any longer. The problem was beginning to drive the young lieutenant a bit crazy and she actually contemplated violating Smoker’s strict orders regarding the phone snail just so she could find out if Hina was still alive.
Finally they had to put into port for a stretch of time longer than just a quick, information-gathering run. Tashigi, as soon as shore leave had been granted for the night, counted her belli and took off for the town’s lone snail phone office. Soon the inflections of Hina’s low, sultry voice was coming from the purple gastropod and Tashigi was nearly ready to sob from relief. As it turned out, Hina had been sending her missives but they were all on Navy stationary and bearing Navy stamps and so the postal birds had declined, fearing Smoker’s wrath, to deliver them. Once Hina had promised that all farther deliveries would be civilian materials and had moved on to speaking of other things, Tashigi had gladly expended the rest of her previously unwanted bonus pay on securing the privacy of the snail phone office for the next hour.
Title: Shopping Spree
Rating: PG
Pairing: RoNa
Word Count: 625
Walking through the crowded streets of the city’s high-end fashion district, Nami muttered to herself and paid no attention to the heartstruck chef or the reindeer struggling to keep up with her. Rounding out the small shopping party, Nico Robin looked around with interest, occasionally causing an extra limb or two to sprout on her heavily laden male companions. This was the first opportunity the archaeologist had had to witness all of the navigator’s considerable bargaining skills for herself. Nami was ruthless, mean, cunning, everything the older woman had been led to expect given the swordsman’s considerable fear of her and the obvious difficulty of keeping the ship stocked with food given the propensities of its captain. And yet, despite her considerable success, it appeared that the young woman stalking at least ten yards ahead of the her companions was less than satisfied.
Finally she stopped in front of a small, expensive-looking boutique that seemed to believe that pink alone made for good interior decorating. With a sharp “Wait here and don’t buy anything,” Nami vanished inside. Although Sanji immediately replied with a singsong “Of course Nami-swan,” the chef was initially too tired from carrying his many packages to take note of the name of the shop. Robin of course recognized it right away. She herself owned several items from the store, although not from this particular branch. Finally, after Chopper had set down his own burdens with an exhausted sigh, Sanji too carefully placed their purchases on the curb and lit up a cigarette. Several deep drags later, the cook seemed to revive a bit and he turned to actually examine the store Nami had vanished into. Judging from the trail of blood from his nose and from the slight puddle of drool that trickled out of his mouth, the chef recognized the store as well. Robin carefully propped him up against the brick façade and reassured the young reindeer that he would indeed recover.
Time passed and finally even Robin’s immense patience began to strain. Sanji had recovered from his faint and now sat on the curb, dreamily talking at the clueless Chopper about just what his precious Nami-swan might be trying on. When the shadows from the shops across the street at last reached her feet, Robin gave in and made a single pale blue eye bloom inside the shop. To her relief, Nami was at that very moment heading for the door. In a much better mood now, the navigator stode out to join her waiting nakama and asked very sweetly for Sanji and Chopper to pick up their supplies once more and they could all return to the ship. Her arms were empty and Robin wondered if, after all that time, Nami had decided not to buy anything. It was the lack of apology for the long wait that moved her tongue.
“Oh, Miss navigator. Did you not find anything to your liking?”
Perhaps she expected her male compatriots to be ignorant of the store’s contents. Perhaps the long hours and the strain of bargaining had made her weary. Or perhaps she just didn’t think about it.
“Actually I did. And I decided to wear it out.”
On the way back to the Going Merry, Robin remarked that the breeze certainly seemed to be picking up despite the fact that the dark strands of her hair under her hat barely stirred. It was that errant wind of course, and not a quickly vanishing hand, that flipped up the back of Nami’s skirt. Robin decided that the view of that pert posterior clad decorated with only a tiny slip of an orange silk thong was worth it even though she had to help the two freaked-out guys back to the ship.
And this last one needs a bit of explanation. One morning recently, I was driving home from work when this image hit me. Hit me and wouldn't leave me alone. Now I usually don't like most crossover fics, but this one is at least somewhat possible. Plus, I think it's hot. So...a vignette because I will never, ever write the background that I thought of because it would take FAR too much effort.
Title: The Perfect Fold
Rating: G
Pairing: Kasumi and Maggie
Word Count: 1161
Papers rustled softly as Michelle opened the door. Crumpled pieces – lined, plain, colored, even squares of newsprint – littered the floor of the small bedroom. The blond papermaster made a small moue of confusion as she took in the mess. Winding her way through the omnipresent stacks of books, she made her way over to the closet. Here the paper was ankle deep and not as formless. Folded and discarded scraps, brief hints of shape, peeped out of the heap. There was a tiny orange frog, here a purple partial crown, the corner of a jewel box made from a page out of a notebook. Origami forms, each one the creation of skilled and gentle hands, covered the floor and the sleeping form of the young woman curled up inside the closet. Michelle gently ruffled Maggie’s untidy mop of hair and decided to let her be. When her sister was this dedicated to something, and it was rare that the something was other than a book, she scarcely would remember to sleep or eat. This rest would be good for her.
Four hours later she came back in with a cup of tea, a cucumber sandwich, and a sympathetic ear. Maggie was the quiet one out of their trio but she had heard the unmistakable sound of a head banging in frustration against the wall. No doubt her younger sister was in need of a helping hand or at least some advice.
“Maggie dear, I brought you some dinner! Are you hungry at all?”
“Oh! M-Michelle. I didn’t…I didn’t know anyone was home.”
“I returned a while ago but you looked so cute sleeping that I decided not to wake you up.” Michelle smiled and cleared a spot for herself on the floor. Sitting down with the tray in her lap, she picked up a perfect but obviously rejected yellow tulip and twirled it between her fingers. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Um, well…” Maggie murmured, a slight flush pinking her cheeks. “I have a kind of, um, date tonight and we don’t have much money right now but I still wanted to bring something nice so…” She gestured vaguely to the origami that covered all the surfaces of the room not already covered in books. “But I can’t make anything that’s good enough. What am I going to do?”
“Why don’t you just, you know?” Michelle waggled her fingers so that green piece of origami paper resting on Maggie’s lap lifted up into the air and quickly folded itself into a clover.
“Because I can.”
“Oh. You really like her don’t you?”
Maggie nodded, ducking her head as she blushed and curled even more in on herself. “I do. She’s…she’s really nice and she doesn’t think anything about what we do is strange and she likes Alcott almost as much as I do. And she cooks so well and she’s beautiful and…” Maggie trailed off with a dreamy smile and Michelle bit back her chuckle. Her tall, soft-spoken sister rarely said so much all at once and she normally only wore that kind of expression when the latest arrival from Amazon Japan showed up in the hands of the postman.
“Well, first I think you should have some tea and eat something. Keep trying too. All of these look fine. But if you don’t like them then you don’t like them. I’ll go see if I can come up with something to help you. I’m pretty sure I have some books that might give you some other ideas.”
“Okay. Thanks Michelle.”
“Oh it’s no trouble Maggie dear.”
Michelle retreated to her own bedroom and picked up the smiling china pig with the flowers painted on it, shaking it. A telltale clink of money sounded and she smiled. All told there was about 3,000 yen inside her special piggy that she counted out on her cluttered desk. A large red circle around Wednesday caught her eye and she sighed. It looked as if she’d just have to resign herself to reading the new Yamizaki in bits and pieces as she was chased from bookstore to bookstore instead of being able to linger over it at home. But it was for Maggie so she could manage just this once.
Maggie was just entering the living room when Michelle went to find her. A single paper rose, perfectly formed, was in Maggie’s hands.
“Do you think it’s okay? It’s the only one that was any good.”
“It’s beautiful dear. Here. I want you to take this too. That way if you want to change your mind, you can.”
“Michelle! I can’t! Isn’t this for the Yamizaki?”
Michelle smiled and gently touched her sister’s arm. “No. It’s for you. The Yamizaki will be there later. But it isn’t everyday that my shy sister goes on a date with someone as wonderful as you describe. Take it.”
After much blushing, stammering, and refusing Michelle finally managed to get her stubborn sister to take the money and then had to hustle her out the door so that she wasn’t late.
The streets of Nerima had a reputation for being a little crazy, a little dangerous. But the inhabitants of the suburb had already learned not to mess with any of the three women who had recently moved in and opened a detective shop. Maggie went unharassed down the street, a tall, thin Chinese girl in semi-formal men’s wear carrying a bouquet of red roses. As far as Nerima went, this sight did not warrant any second looks or even any sideways glances. Her arrival at a small dojo did however occasion some stares and also several exchanges of small currency as to whose suitor she was. All of them were incorrect. She was not there to see the pig-tailed girl, nor the heirs to Anything-Goes martial arts. Nor was she there because of a debt owed to one Nabiki Tendo.
Maggie made it unmolested to the front door, although behind her a small, wrinkled old man was left struggling and cursing in the grasp of a paper samurai that appeared right before the strange troll-like creature managed to execute a devious pinch attack directed at her posterior. The panda who opened the door at her knock garnerd only an eyeblink and some hesitation before the mistress of the house arrrived. Kasumi Tendo smiled in that way she had of making everyone around her feel at ease and went to put the roses in water. The single, perfect paper rose however was carefully and loving placed in a heavy steel box she had in her room, purchased after the house had been half-destroyed for the third time in two weeks. And then, still smiling but in a way her family rarely saw, she took Maggie’s proffered arm and went out. Thanks to this development, take-out once again graced the Tendo family table but all there silently agreed that it was better than having to endure Akane’s cooking.
Title: C.O.D.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 497
Following the Alabasta debacle, Smoker had set out derminedly after Straw-Hat Luffy and his crew. Tashigi had stood at his side and vowed that next time she found Roronoa Zoro they would cross blades again and she would show him just how much she could do. Hina had watched them sail away, standing at the bow of her flagship and waving once when Tashigi had glanced back in her direction. It was a long time before Tashigi heard from the pink-haired captain again. Due to the problems with the higher-ups, Smoker had declared that they would maintain their silence. The snail phone had been placed in a box in his office, its operator feeding it and checking it once daily for news but making sure no outgoing calls were made. The news bird too learned to avoid them. The newspaper carriers were still welcome, but postal albatrosses quickly found out that they should either stay away entirely or only drop non-navy letters down to the deck. Smoker was serious when he said that he would capture Luffy regardless of what headquarters wanted.
Tashigi was long used to being separate from Hina. Months at a time would pass with seeing her or hearing her voice. But she had never gone more that two weeks without at least a letter. By the time they’d been gone from Alabasta for a month, she hadn’t received a single missive. The swordswoman was beginning to worry. Hina was helping to shield them from the Navy. What if she had gotten in trouble for aiding them? Or maybe there had been more to Baroque Works than they had initially thought and now she was injured. Tashigi started having nightmares and then she began to wonder if perhaps Hina had gotten tired of her or had been ashamed of her performance in Alabasta and didn’t want to associate with her any longer. The problem was beginning to drive the young lieutenant a bit crazy and she actually contemplated violating Smoker’s strict orders regarding the phone snail just so she could find out if Hina was still alive.
Finally they had to put into port for a stretch of time longer than just a quick, information-gathering run. Tashigi, as soon as shore leave had been granted for the night, counted her belli and took off for the town’s lone snail phone office. Soon the inflections of Hina’s low, sultry voice was coming from the purple gastropod and Tashigi was nearly ready to sob from relief. As it turned out, Hina had been sending her missives but they were all on Navy stationary and bearing Navy stamps and so the postal birds had declined, fearing Smoker’s wrath, to deliver them. Once Hina had promised that all farther deliveries would be civilian materials and had moved on to speaking of other things, Tashigi had gladly expended the rest of her previously unwanted bonus pay on securing the privacy of the snail phone office for the next hour.
Title: Shopping Spree
Rating: PG
Pairing: RoNa
Word Count: 625
Walking through the crowded streets of the city’s high-end fashion district, Nami muttered to herself and paid no attention to the heartstruck chef or the reindeer struggling to keep up with her. Rounding out the small shopping party, Nico Robin looked around with interest, occasionally causing an extra limb or two to sprout on her heavily laden male companions. This was the first opportunity the archaeologist had had to witness all of the navigator’s considerable bargaining skills for herself. Nami was ruthless, mean, cunning, everything the older woman had been led to expect given the swordsman’s considerable fear of her and the obvious difficulty of keeping the ship stocked with food given the propensities of its captain. And yet, despite her considerable success, it appeared that the young woman stalking at least ten yards ahead of the her companions was less than satisfied.
Finally she stopped in front of a small, expensive-looking boutique that seemed to believe that pink alone made for good interior decorating. With a sharp “Wait here and don’t buy anything,” Nami vanished inside. Although Sanji immediately replied with a singsong “Of course Nami-swan,” the chef was initially too tired from carrying his many packages to take note of the name of the shop. Robin of course recognized it right away. She herself owned several items from the store, although not from this particular branch. Finally, after Chopper had set down his own burdens with an exhausted sigh, Sanji too carefully placed their purchases on the curb and lit up a cigarette. Several deep drags later, the cook seemed to revive a bit and he turned to actually examine the store Nami had vanished into. Judging from the trail of blood from his nose and from the slight puddle of drool that trickled out of his mouth, the chef recognized the store as well. Robin carefully propped him up against the brick façade and reassured the young reindeer that he would indeed recover.
Time passed and finally even Robin’s immense patience began to strain. Sanji had recovered from his faint and now sat on the curb, dreamily talking at the clueless Chopper about just what his precious Nami-swan might be trying on. When the shadows from the shops across the street at last reached her feet, Robin gave in and made a single pale blue eye bloom inside the shop. To her relief, Nami was at that very moment heading for the door. In a much better mood now, the navigator stode out to join her waiting nakama and asked very sweetly for Sanji and Chopper to pick up their supplies once more and they could all return to the ship. Her arms were empty and Robin wondered if, after all that time, Nami had decided not to buy anything. It was the lack of apology for the long wait that moved her tongue.
“Oh, Miss navigator. Did you not find anything to your liking?”
Perhaps she expected her male compatriots to be ignorant of the store’s contents. Perhaps the long hours and the strain of bargaining had made her weary. Or perhaps she just didn’t think about it.
“Actually I did. And I decided to wear it out.”
On the way back to the Going Merry, Robin remarked that the breeze certainly seemed to be picking up despite the fact that the dark strands of her hair under her hat barely stirred. It was that errant wind of course, and not a quickly vanishing hand, that flipped up the back of Nami’s skirt. Robin decided that the view of that pert posterior clad decorated with only a tiny slip of an orange silk thong was worth it even though she had to help the two freaked-out guys back to the ship.
And this last one needs a bit of explanation. One morning recently, I was driving home from work when this image hit me. Hit me and wouldn't leave me alone. Now I usually don't like most crossover fics, but this one is at least somewhat possible. Plus, I think it's hot. So...a vignette because I will never, ever write the background that I thought of because it would take FAR too much effort.
Title: The Perfect Fold
Rating: G
Pairing: Kasumi and Maggie
Word Count: 1161
Papers rustled softly as Michelle opened the door. Crumpled pieces – lined, plain, colored, even squares of newsprint – littered the floor of the small bedroom. The blond papermaster made a small moue of confusion as she took in the mess. Winding her way through the omnipresent stacks of books, she made her way over to the closet. Here the paper was ankle deep and not as formless. Folded and discarded scraps, brief hints of shape, peeped out of the heap. There was a tiny orange frog, here a purple partial crown, the corner of a jewel box made from a page out of a notebook. Origami forms, each one the creation of skilled and gentle hands, covered the floor and the sleeping form of the young woman curled up inside the closet. Michelle gently ruffled Maggie’s untidy mop of hair and decided to let her be. When her sister was this dedicated to something, and it was rare that the something was other than a book, she scarcely would remember to sleep or eat. This rest would be good for her.
Four hours later she came back in with a cup of tea, a cucumber sandwich, and a sympathetic ear. Maggie was the quiet one out of their trio but she had heard the unmistakable sound of a head banging in frustration against the wall. No doubt her younger sister was in need of a helping hand or at least some advice.
“Maggie dear, I brought you some dinner! Are you hungry at all?”
“Oh! M-Michelle. I didn’t…I didn’t know anyone was home.”
“I returned a while ago but you looked so cute sleeping that I decided not to wake you up.” Michelle smiled and cleared a spot for herself on the floor. Sitting down with the tray in her lap, she picked up a perfect but obviously rejected yellow tulip and twirled it between her fingers. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Um, well…” Maggie murmured, a slight flush pinking her cheeks. “I have a kind of, um, date tonight and we don’t have much money right now but I still wanted to bring something nice so…” She gestured vaguely to the origami that covered all the surfaces of the room not already covered in books. “But I can’t make anything that’s good enough. What am I going to do?”
“Why don’t you just, you know?” Michelle waggled her fingers so that green piece of origami paper resting on Maggie’s lap lifted up into the air and quickly folded itself into a clover.
“Because I can.”
“Oh. You really like her don’t you?”
Maggie nodded, ducking her head as she blushed and curled even more in on herself. “I do. She’s…she’s really nice and she doesn’t think anything about what we do is strange and she likes Alcott almost as much as I do. And she cooks so well and she’s beautiful and…” Maggie trailed off with a dreamy smile and Michelle bit back her chuckle. Her tall, soft-spoken sister rarely said so much all at once and she normally only wore that kind of expression when the latest arrival from Amazon Japan showed up in the hands of the postman.
“Well, first I think you should have some tea and eat something. Keep trying too. All of these look fine. But if you don’t like them then you don’t like them. I’ll go see if I can come up with something to help you. I’m pretty sure I have some books that might give you some other ideas.”
“Okay. Thanks Michelle.”
“Oh it’s no trouble Maggie dear.”
Michelle retreated to her own bedroom and picked up the smiling china pig with the flowers painted on it, shaking it. A telltale clink of money sounded and she smiled. All told there was about 3,000 yen inside her special piggy that she counted out on her cluttered desk. A large red circle around Wednesday caught her eye and she sighed. It looked as if she’d just have to resign herself to reading the new Yamizaki in bits and pieces as she was chased from bookstore to bookstore instead of being able to linger over it at home. But it was for Maggie so she could manage just this once.
Maggie was just entering the living room when Michelle went to find her. A single paper rose, perfectly formed, was in Maggie’s hands.
“Do you think it’s okay? It’s the only one that was any good.”
“It’s beautiful dear. Here. I want you to take this too. That way if you want to change your mind, you can.”
“Michelle! I can’t! Isn’t this for the Yamizaki?”
Michelle smiled and gently touched her sister’s arm. “No. It’s for you. The Yamizaki will be there later. But it isn’t everyday that my shy sister goes on a date with someone as wonderful as you describe. Take it.”
After much blushing, stammering, and refusing Michelle finally managed to get her stubborn sister to take the money and then had to hustle her out the door so that she wasn’t late.
The streets of Nerima had a reputation for being a little crazy, a little dangerous. But the inhabitants of the suburb had already learned not to mess with any of the three women who had recently moved in and opened a detective shop. Maggie went unharassed down the street, a tall, thin Chinese girl in semi-formal men’s wear carrying a bouquet of red roses. As far as Nerima went, this sight did not warrant any second looks or even any sideways glances. Her arrival at a small dojo did however occasion some stares and also several exchanges of small currency as to whose suitor she was. All of them were incorrect. She was not there to see the pig-tailed girl, nor the heirs to Anything-Goes martial arts. Nor was she there because of a debt owed to one Nabiki Tendo.
Maggie made it unmolested to the front door, although behind her a small, wrinkled old man was left struggling and cursing in the grasp of a paper samurai that appeared right before the strange troll-like creature managed to execute a devious pinch attack directed at her posterior. The panda who opened the door at her knock garnerd only an eyeblink and some hesitation before the mistress of the house arrrived. Kasumi Tendo smiled in that way she had of making everyone around her feel at ease and went to put the roses in water. The single, perfect paper rose however was carefully and loving placed in a heavy steel box she had in her room, purchased after the house had been half-destroyed for the third time in two weeks. And then, still smiling but in a way her family rarely saw, she took Maggie’s proffered arm and went out. Thanks to this development, take-out once again graced the Tendo family table but all there silently agreed that it was better than having to endure Akane’s cooking.
