Pass It On
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onepiece_300Title: Pass It On
Word Count: 289
Character(s): Tashigi, Zoro, nameless OCs
Topic: Dream
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Loguetown
Rating:
"Are...are you sure? I mean, isn't there anyone else you want to-"
He shook his head - it was kind of hard to watch, given his limited range of motion.
"Take'em. They already helped me accomplish everything I wanted to do. Let them help you. They want to help you."
"Next up for execution - Roronoa Zoro!"
He smiled at her and kicked them towards her feet. She stood there, not touching them until she heard the blood-thirsty roar of the crowd die down.
She left the marines after twenty years of service, her goal almost complete. She had saved many swords and found good homes for all but three of them. That was her last duty to them.
To him.
A smile creased her face as she listened to the three of them arguing as she buckled them to her left hip.
Shuusui left first, which wasn't surprising - that one had always been fiercely independent. The blade dropped off her hip and was picked up by a cheeky, red-haired street kid somewhere in West Blue.
Kitetsu went next. It was up in North Blue, during a blizzard. She'd dug up some dark-haired, sallow boy from a snow drift and the blade just froze on the ground next to him.
She gave up on taking it when it bit her fingers. Hard.
Wadou was really particular - it took her another thirty years to find that sword's owner. Eventually, in the boondocks of East Blue, a scrawny klutz of a girl with grassy hair used it to defeat her grandmother's murderer.
"Done?" he asked sleepily when she opened her eyes to his mossy locks.
"Yep," she sighed, resting back on the clouds as she listened to the humming of happy swords.
Word Count: 289
Character(s): Tashigi, Zoro, nameless OCs
Topic: Dream
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Loguetown
Rating:
"Are...are you sure? I mean, isn't there anyone else you want to-"
He shook his head - it was kind of hard to watch, given his limited range of motion.
"Take'em. They already helped me accomplish everything I wanted to do. Let them help you. They want to help you."
"Next up for execution - Roronoa Zoro!"
He smiled at her and kicked them towards her feet. She stood there, not touching them until she heard the blood-thirsty roar of the crowd die down.
[~~~]
She left the marines after twenty years of service, her goal almost complete. She had saved many swords and found good homes for all but three of them. That was her last duty to them.
To him.
A smile creased her face as she listened to the three of them arguing as she buckled them to her left hip.
[~~~]
Shuusui left first, which wasn't surprising - that one had always been fiercely independent. The blade dropped off her hip and was picked up by a cheeky, red-haired street kid somewhere in West Blue.
[~~~]
Kitetsu went next. It was up in North Blue, during a blizzard. She'd dug up some dark-haired, sallow boy from a snow drift and the blade just froze on the ground next to him.
She gave up on taking it when it bit her fingers. Hard.
[~~~]
Wadou was really particular - it took her another thirty years to find that sword's owner. Eventually, in the boondocks of East Blue, a scrawny klutz of a girl with grassy hair used it to defeat her grandmother's murderer.
[~~~]
"Done?" he asked sleepily when she opened her eyes to his mossy locks.
"Yep," she sighed, resting back on the clouds as she listened to the humming of happy swords.
[~~~]
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Date: 2010-07-27 10:52 pm (UTC)I simply love fics that are all 'onwards next generation'
XD Bravo, m'dear, Bravo indeed.
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Date: 2010-07-31 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
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