Drabble, New World Babble
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dethoratsTitle: Crown
Rating: G
Pairing: None, Gen
Word Count: 431
A/N: Spoilers through the end of The War arc (I never know what to call it, but i figure everyone gets what The War in caps means)
This hat, this damn hat. Holding the battered straw in his hands, the red band as bright and cheerful as ever despite decades under the sun, it was hard to remember that the chaos surrounding him now wasn’t the chaos from before. Creaking ice and groaning earth lay beneath his feet and not the pitching sturdy wood of the Oro Jackson. And his captain was long gone, though his ghost could be felt hovering over the battlefield. His legacy shone forth, in the fallen, in the standing, and in the slain. He had never wanted to be here, had never been great at keeping his head in any of the conflicts Roger attracted like bounty. Yet once again he was in the thick of smoke and cries and the ring of steel on steel. And that bastard red-hair was ordering him around once more.
It was just for the promise of treasure, the gold and gems and the dream of an easy life of luxury, that had him obeying, flying after the newest thorn in his side. The kid had guts, he’d give him that, and he just wouldn’t look right without the hat on his head. It fit him, the same way it had suited red-hair when he’d received it, and he wondered if there had been the same sort of tears, the same kind of parting, when it was passed on. And Shanks didn’t have an arm any more either; that rumor had just proven true. His old nakama was the same as ever, too easy-going and yet bossy and so what if he had been given the hat, had gone on to become an emperor, could show up telling the marines that he would stop a war and doing so? He was still an idiot who didn’t get what it meant to be a pirate, sailing around with those scruffy-looking hobos he called his crew and hanging out in the New World engaged in trouble.
Straw Hat – Monkey D. Luffy, son of Revolutionary Dragon, grandson of Garp the Hero, brother of the Fire-Fist Portgas D. Ace who was himself the son of the Pirate King Gol D. Roger – was safely inside the weird ship but that crazy-eyed kid who called himself a doctor was still on the deck. He rubbed the brim once more between his fingers, felt the sting of old jealousy but only faintly, and tossed it into the wind, watching as fate carried to waiting hands. It wasn’t his to have and good riddance. He had a reputation to uphold and a treasure to find.
Rating: G
Pairing: None, Gen
Word Count: 431
A/N: Spoilers through the end of The War arc (I never know what to call it, but i figure everyone gets what The War in caps means)
This hat, this damn hat. Holding the battered straw in his hands, the red band as bright and cheerful as ever despite decades under the sun, it was hard to remember that the chaos surrounding him now wasn’t the chaos from before. Creaking ice and groaning earth lay beneath his feet and not the pitching sturdy wood of the Oro Jackson. And his captain was long gone, though his ghost could be felt hovering over the battlefield. His legacy shone forth, in the fallen, in the standing, and in the slain. He had never wanted to be here, had never been great at keeping his head in any of the conflicts Roger attracted like bounty. Yet once again he was in the thick of smoke and cries and the ring of steel on steel. And that bastard red-hair was ordering him around once more.
It was just for the promise of treasure, the gold and gems and the dream of an easy life of luxury, that had him obeying, flying after the newest thorn in his side. The kid had guts, he’d give him that, and he just wouldn’t look right without the hat on his head. It fit him, the same way it had suited red-hair when he’d received it, and he wondered if there had been the same sort of tears, the same kind of parting, when it was passed on. And Shanks didn’t have an arm any more either; that rumor had just proven true. His old nakama was the same as ever, too easy-going and yet bossy and so what if he had been given the hat, had gone on to become an emperor, could show up telling the marines that he would stop a war and doing so? He was still an idiot who didn’t get what it meant to be a pirate, sailing around with those scruffy-looking hobos he called his crew and hanging out in the New World engaged in trouble.
Straw Hat – Monkey D. Luffy, son of Revolutionary Dragon, grandson of Garp the Hero, brother of the Fire-Fist Portgas D. Ace who was himself the son of the Pirate King Gol D. Roger – was safely inside the weird ship but that crazy-eyed kid who called himself a doctor was still on the deck. He rubbed the brim once more between his fingers, felt the sting of old jealousy but only faintly, and tossed it into the wind, watching as fate carried to waiting hands. It wasn’t his to have and good riddance. He had a reputation to uphold and a treasure to find.
