A little Shanks/Buggy friendshipping...

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Title: Old Friends Acquaintances by Shared Circumstance
Rating: PG
Media: Fic
Characters: Buggy, Shanks
Word Count: 245
Prompt: History

A/N: This fits with the prompt because... they have history with each other? ...-_-'

 

 

Buggy crouched on a rooftop about a block away from the town square, in full view of the execution platform and the red-haired man chained on top. He laughed loudly at the hilarity of it all, his voice carrying on the wind. There should be fireworks, he thought, and balloons, and a flashy parade, hell, even just some popcorn would be nice!

He had always known that Shanks, that idiot, would get caught eventually, and today was that day. It was his good fortune that he happened to be in town for the execution. His laughter escalated in pitch and jollity.

Today died his biggest rival. The man he blamed for every misfortune that had crossed him since eating his Devil Fruit. The man who showed him up at every opportunity. The man he hated with all his soul.

The man he had been apprenticed with. Drunk ale with. Shared a blanket with on particularly cold watch nights.

The man who had been almost like his brother.

Buggy’s laughter dimmed and then died completely, and somehow he found himself staring right into Shanks’ eyes.

The flashy bastard actually had the nerve to smile and nod at him!

Buggy looked at his feet. He kicked his toe hard against the roof. He grumbled and muttered excuses.

Then, with a final curse, he starting sprinting with flash across the rooftops toward the platform, screaming, “Bara Bara Festival!”

Shanks was damn lucky Buggy was willing to save him.