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onepiece_300Title: Routine
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Luffy, the Strawhats
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Mental Illness
Comments: Ahhh, it's been a long while. :D AM MISSING THE STRAWHATS. ;A; This was the by-product of my pining. 8D
Summary: They all knew that Luffy was a nut-case. It was partly why they had such faith in him. After all, the Grand Line’s general rule-of-thumb appeared to be: Be crazy. It works.
Routine
The future Pirate King’s ship was never quiet after breakfast.
Having been punted out by Sanji, the crew dispersed for the morning about the Thousand Sunny. Luffy settled into his spot, babbling animatedly to his usual audience. His lively chatter had long since become a part of their mornings.
“— it’s not fair for Sanji to kick! Not that it hurt—”
Sanji stuck his head out of the galley, screaming in indignance about missing steak.
“—EH?! HOW CAN ANYONE HAVE LESS MEAT?—”
“— I’LL DIE WITH LESS—”
Luffy gesticulated in dismay to the only person bothering to pay any attention. It wasn’t long before he was side-tracked, and the chatter continued until Sanji’s call signalled for lunch.
“Luffy! LUNCH!”
There was an expectant pause.
“Can Ace come?”
As usual, in the split second that followed—Zoro tightened his grip on WadÅ — Nami’s glance shifted towards her mikan trees — Usopp’s fingers brushed against his pouch — Sanji returned to the galley, an extra plate already in hand — Chopper straightened his hat and beamed — Franky patted one of Sunny’s rails fondly — and Brook clutched his violin tightly in a skeletal embrace.
It was Robin who broke the brief spell this time.
“Of course he can. You’ll join us, won’t you, Ace-san?” she smiled, giving Luffy a light shove towards the galley.
Luffy grinned at the invisible presence to his left and, shouting “RACE YOU THERE!”, broke into a sprint.
The Strawhats, laughing and grumbling, followed their captain, waiting to catch him the second he showed any sign of tripping over thin air like the idiot he was.
-
It had been eight months, seventeen days, thirteen hours and counting since the Marineford incident, but the wait was inconsequential.
There was space enough on-board for another loss.
Another recovery (acceptance).
---
A/N: Personally, I don't see this going down in canon. Luffy's way stronger than this, unless Oda desires severe mutilating for committing some serious character butchering. I just figured that, if Luffy decided to slip into denial (WHICH HE WON'T, BECAUSE I'LL BE DEPRESSED AS HELL), this would probably be it. ... This self-defeating habit of depressing myself has Got. To. Stop. D:
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Luffy, the Strawhats
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Mental Illness
Comments: Ahhh, it's been a long while. :D AM MISSING THE STRAWHATS. ;A; This was the by-product of my pining. 8D
Summary: They all knew that Luffy was a nut-case. It was partly why they had such faith in him. After all, the Grand Line’s general rule-of-thumb appeared to be: Be crazy. It works.
Routine
The future Pirate King’s ship was never quiet after breakfast.
Having been punted out by Sanji, the crew dispersed for the morning about the Thousand Sunny. Luffy settled into his spot, babbling animatedly to his usual audience. His lively chatter had long since become a part of their mornings.
“— it’s not fair for Sanji to kick! Not that it hurt—”
Sanji stuck his head out of the galley, screaming in indignance about missing steak.
“—EH?! HOW CAN ANYONE HAVE LESS MEAT?—”
“— I’LL DIE WITH LESS—”
Luffy gesticulated in dismay to the only person bothering to pay any attention. It wasn’t long before he was side-tracked, and the chatter continued until Sanji’s call signalled for lunch.
“Luffy! LUNCH!”
There was an expectant pause.
“Can Ace come?”
As usual, in the split second that followed—Zoro tightened his grip on WadÅ — Nami’s glance shifted towards her mikan trees — Usopp’s fingers brushed against his pouch — Sanji returned to the galley, an extra plate already in hand — Chopper straightened his hat and beamed — Franky patted one of Sunny’s rails fondly — and Brook clutched his violin tightly in a skeletal embrace.
It was Robin who broke the brief spell this time.
“Of course he can. You’ll join us, won’t you, Ace-san?” she smiled, giving Luffy a light shove towards the galley.
Luffy grinned at the invisible presence to his left and, shouting “RACE YOU THERE!”, broke into a sprint.
The Strawhats, laughing and grumbling, followed their captain, waiting to catch him the second he showed any sign of tripping over thin air like the idiot he was.
-
It had been eight months, seventeen days, thirteen hours and counting since the Marineford incident, but the wait was inconsequential.
There was space enough on-board for another loss.
Another recovery (acceptance).
---
A/N: Personally, I don't see this going down in canon. Luffy's way stronger than this, unless Oda desires severe mutilating for committing some serious character butchering. I just figured that, if Luffy decided to slip into denial (WHICH HE WON'T, BECAUSE I'LL BE DEPRESSED AS HELL), this would probably be it. ... This self-defeating habit of depressing myself has Got. To. Stop. D:
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Date: 2010-07-21 04:54 pm (UTC)alsjhalksjdhalksdjha I've always wondered what the hell the Strawhats would do if they lost Luffy, who's so much their pillar of strength, but only NOT REALLY. It just doesn't feel like Luffy to be emoangstdepressed, so I figured having an imaginary version of Ace to cope with the loss might've been the most likely.
... I feel like a bad person. D:
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Date: 2010-07-21 06:42 pm (UTC)This sounds like the groundwork for speculative fic here. :3 I may just give in to temptation.