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dethoratsOne last marine story
Title: With Great Power...
Rating: PG for mentions of death
Pairing: None/gen Coby-centric
Word Count: 350
Spoilers: Through 597
The sensation had been so queer, especially in the middle of a battlefield. He was hearing, only without his ears. It was like another sense, but one he had no adequate words to describe. All around him he could feel his fellow marines, hear the pirates they were fighting. It was an awareness, a perception, and it quickly overwhelmed him. Coby had felt deafened, a mere defenseless leaf battered in a gale. And yet…and yet…
Little by little the pressure inside his skull eased as voices disappeared into total silence. It had taken him some time to work out what was going on but it seemed to him, as he scrabbled through the hail of gunfire and the chaos of war, that what he was sensing was death. Death, the finality of it all too obvious inside of his head. Luffy screamed and Ace’s bright flame was snuffed out and all around him more and more voices vanished. Whitebeard went, leaving a space like a black hole inside of Coby’s head, and suddenly it seemed like all the voices that were left were crying out in either terror or madness. It was more than the young marine could take and he stood defiantly before Admiral Akainu, who was a sea of roiling rage in his mind, and spoke.
He believed in his words, in the importance of life and though he didn’t want to die, he couldn’t keep silent. It had been shockingly overwhelming to be saved and by one of the Pirate Emperors of all people, and Coby remembered little of the war after that. He’d awakened in a field hospital to the news that he now possessed the power of haki and to a headache the likes of which was nearly enough to blind him. As Helmeppo rattled on about being surpassed and possible offensive and defensive uses for his new-found power, Coby could only sit with his head in his hands. This power…it had helped stop the war but for the moment he could only think about how truly awful it had been to feel another die.
Title: With Great Power...
Rating: PG for mentions of death
Pairing: None/gen Coby-centric
Word Count: 350
Spoilers: Through 597
The sensation had been so queer, especially in the middle of a battlefield. He was hearing, only without his ears. It was like another sense, but one he had no adequate words to describe. All around him he could feel his fellow marines, hear the pirates they were fighting. It was an awareness, a perception, and it quickly overwhelmed him. Coby had felt deafened, a mere defenseless leaf battered in a gale. And yet…and yet…
Little by little the pressure inside his skull eased as voices disappeared into total silence. It had taken him some time to work out what was going on but it seemed to him, as he scrabbled through the hail of gunfire and the chaos of war, that what he was sensing was death. Death, the finality of it all too obvious inside of his head. Luffy screamed and Ace’s bright flame was snuffed out and all around him more and more voices vanished. Whitebeard went, leaving a space like a black hole inside of Coby’s head, and suddenly it seemed like all the voices that were left were crying out in either terror or madness. It was more than the young marine could take and he stood defiantly before Admiral Akainu, who was a sea of roiling rage in his mind, and spoke.
He believed in his words, in the importance of life and though he didn’t want to die, he couldn’t keep silent. It had been shockingly overwhelming to be saved and by one of the Pirate Emperors of all people, and Coby remembered little of the war after that. He’d awakened in a field hospital to the news that he now possessed the power of haki and to a headache the likes of which was nearly enough to blind him. As Helmeppo rattled on about being surpassed and possible offensive and defensive uses for his new-found power, Coby could only sit with his head in his hands. This power…it had helped stop the war but for the moment he could only think about how truly awful it had been to feel another die.
