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onepiece_300Title: First Assignment
Rating: PG
Media: fic
Characters: Mihawk, Zoro, Perona
Warnings: If you don't know how these three could logically appear together in a fic, here be spoilers.
Word Count: 515 (I don't have the time to edit this down, so it won't be eligible...)
Prompt: Stress
"Can we start training yet?"
"No," Mihawk said curtly. It was the tenth time the request had been made and denied, and he was beginning to tire of his new student's stubbornness. At least the boy hadn't resorted to begging on his knees again - yet.
"Why not? I'm already recovered!" Roronoa insisted.
Mihawk eyed the copious evidence to the contrary that still wound haphazardly around the boy's torso, arms and legs, and gave what he would never admit was an inward sigh. The boy was all too eager, as always, to get himself killed. For all his (little) skill as a swordsman, he was more like a blunt hammer, battering himself into walls over and over to move ahead. Roronoa needed to learn precision, delicacy, to target his strength, to wield his katana as a seamstress her needle...
A spark zipped through his sharp eyes as genius struck him, and he was amused to see Roronoa's face brighten as he perceived his teacher's change of mind about not giving him his first assignment.
The boy hadn't yet learned what that particular smirk of his meant, but he would soon know to fear it.
As it was, Zoro found himself silently cursing Mihawk as he hunched over in a corner of the castle, endeavouring and failing to keep his activities from the over-inquisitive ghost girl.
"What are you doing? Why won't you show me?"
"Go away, I'm busy!" Zoro yelled in frustration. A cold sensation trickled through him, and his eyes popped out as Perona's spectral head emerged from his torso. "Don't do that!"
"What are you...are you...sewing?" she gasped in laughter. "Horohorohoro!"
"Shut up! There's nothing funny about it!"
"I wonder what Strawhat and your friends will say if they see you doing something so unmanly!"
"It's not unmanly," Zoro growled. "You know who sews for everyone on our ship? Usopp. The long-nosed guy. The only one of us who managed to defeat you."
"Longnose! Don't remind me of him!" Perona shrieked shrilly.
Zoro smirked. "Then don't call it unmanly." He picked up his work to examine his stitches, and Perona gasped again as she recognised the familiar blue and white striped fabric.
"You're not - sewing me - a new Bearsy, are you?" She sounded as if she were going to burst from excitement.
"I'm not doing it for you," Zoro grunted. "It's training."
"I'll have to go thank Hawksy!" Perona twirled. "Hey, the stitches are uneven here! That's not cute! Do them over!"
"Mind your own business!"
"This is my business! And stop waving that thing around, you're going to poke someone's eye out!"
"Then shut up and leave me alone, pink witch."
"How rude!" Perona huffed. "Negative Hollow!"
"Wait, nooooo! I...I want to be reborn as...Will you stop doing that!"
"Horohorohoro! Recovering faster, are you? Then take this! Triple Negative Hollow!"
"I want to be reborn as a ball of lint..."
In the next room, Mihawk leisurely turned a page of his book and congratulated himself on a brilliant choice of first assignment for his new apprentice.
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Concrit is welcome! Happy Halloween!
Rating: PG
Media: fic
Characters: Mihawk, Zoro, Perona
Warnings: If you don't know how these three could logically appear together in a fic, here be spoilers.
Word Count: 515 (I don't have the time to edit this down, so it won't be eligible...)
Prompt: Stress
"Can we start training yet?"
"No," Mihawk said curtly. It was the tenth time the request had been made and denied, and he was beginning to tire of his new student's stubbornness. At least the boy hadn't resorted to begging on his knees again - yet.
"Why not? I'm already recovered!" Roronoa insisted.
Mihawk eyed the copious evidence to the contrary that still wound haphazardly around the boy's torso, arms and legs, and gave what he would never admit was an inward sigh. The boy was all too eager, as always, to get himself killed. For all his (little) skill as a swordsman, he was more like a blunt hammer, battering himself into walls over and over to move ahead. Roronoa needed to learn precision, delicacy, to target his strength, to wield his katana as a seamstress her needle...
A spark zipped through his sharp eyes as genius struck him, and he was amused to see Roronoa's face brighten as he perceived his teacher's change of mind about not giving him his first assignment.
The boy hadn't yet learned what that particular smirk of his meant, but he would soon know to fear it.
As it was, Zoro found himself silently cursing Mihawk as he hunched over in a corner of the castle, endeavouring and failing to keep his activities from the over-inquisitive ghost girl.
"What are you doing? Why won't you show me?"
"Go away, I'm busy!" Zoro yelled in frustration. A cold sensation trickled through him, and his eyes popped out as Perona's spectral head emerged from his torso. "Don't do that!"
"What are you...are you...sewing?" she gasped in laughter. "Horohorohoro!"
"Shut up! There's nothing funny about it!"
"I wonder what Strawhat and your friends will say if they see you doing something so unmanly!"
"It's not unmanly," Zoro growled. "You know who sews for everyone on our ship? Usopp. The long-nosed guy. The only one of us who managed to defeat you."
"Longnose! Don't remind me of him!" Perona shrieked shrilly.
Zoro smirked. "Then don't call it unmanly." He picked up his work to examine his stitches, and Perona gasped again as she recognised the familiar blue and white striped fabric.
"You're not - sewing me - a new Bearsy, are you?" She sounded as if she were going to burst from excitement.
"I'm not doing it for you," Zoro grunted. "It's training."
"I'll have to go thank Hawksy!" Perona twirled. "Hey, the stitches are uneven here! That's not cute! Do them over!"
"Mind your own business!"
"This is my business! And stop waving that thing around, you're going to poke someone's eye out!"
"Then shut up and leave me alone, pink witch."
"How rude!" Perona huffed. "Negative Hollow!"
"Wait, nooooo! I...I want to be reborn as...Will you stop doing that!"
"Horohorohoro! Recovering faster, are you? Then take this! Triple Negative Hollow!"
"I want to be reborn as a ball of lint..."
In the next room, Mihawk leisurely turned a page of his book and congratulated himself on a brilliant choice of first assignment for his new apprentice.
---
Is that enough stress for Zoro, d'you think? :-P
Concrit is welcome! Happy Halloween!
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Date: 2010-10-31 04:52 pm (UTC)If you get a chance to edit it down to eligibility.... *hopeful expression.*
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Date: 2010-11-01 02:26 am (UTC)I dunno, I looked at it but I don't know how I could possibly cut 200 words out of it without leaving out some of the best (to me) parts...hmmmmmmm...
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