Fic post: One Hour Left To Breathe
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onepiece_300I went with the most literal and, probably, most obvious interpretation of the prompt.
Warning for canon angst and spoilers up to and including chapter 574. Um, this also involved a lot of heavy guessing in terms of exact timing and other things.
I may post an expanded version of this on my journal at a later point, featuring one more character (probably Nico Olvia).
Title: One Hour Left To Breathe
Rating: PG-13 for implied violence and death
Media: fic
Characters: various characters connected to the Strawhats' pasts
Word Count: 298
Prompt: Final Hour
*
It's an ordinary morning. Kuina wipes the sweat away and starts on another kata, practice sword light in her hands. She can fit in one more form before going back to the house for breakfast.
*
Hiruluk stuffs the bombs and the explosive liquid inside his coat. He can feel the mushroom's poison spread through his decaying body. But he feels quite peaceful. One hour or two weeks, what does it matter? And Kureha will take care of the boy.
"To the castle," he mumbles.
*
Bellemere starts chopping up meat for dinner, her calm returning after the blow-up with Nami. It will be all right. Nojiko will bring her sister back, and Bellemere can apologise for losing her temper.
The dinner will be frugal, but still tasty enough, she thinks. They can still get by.
*
Tom walks on his own two feet through Justice Island, not letting them drag him by the chains. He laughs away the foolish three-headed judge he's brought up to, even though his sentence is already decided. Why bother? As if they could hurt him. His treasures are safe, back home.
*
It can't be long, now.
Outside, she can hear her son shouting. Banchina struggles for air, fights with what little strength she has to find the right words, the good words that most need saying. Warm sunlight through the window. No time for regret.
*
He always knew it might end like this, with two crossed blades on an execution platform. His life had been his own to risk.
But to drag everyone down with him, to be forced to see them all like that - Father, Luffy, everyone…
And yet, to keep despairing would be to disrespect them.
He tries to hold himself upright, waiting for whatever will come.
Warning for canon angst and spoilers up to and including chapter 574. Um, this also involved a lot of heavy guessing in terms of exact timing and other things.
I may post an expanded version of this on my journal at a later point, featuring one more character (probably Nico Olvia).
Title: One Hour Left To Breathe
Rating: PG-13 for implied violence and death
Media: fic
Characters: various characters connected to the Strawhats' pasts
Word Count: 298
Prompt: Final Hour
*
It's an ordinary morning. Kuina wipes the sweat away and starts on another kata, practice sword light in her hands. She can fit in one more form before going back to the house for breakfast.
*
Hiruluk stuffs the bombs and the explosive liquid inside his coat. He can feel the mushroom's poison spread through his decaying body. But he feels quite peaceful. One hour or two weeks, what does it matter? And Kureha will take care of the boy.
"To the castle," he mumbles.
*
Bellemere starts chopping up meat for dinner, her calm returning after the blow-up with Nami. It will be all right. Nojiko will bring her sister back, and Bellemere can apologise for losing her temper.
The dinner will be frugal, but still tasty enough, she thinks. They can still get by.
*
Tom walks on his own two feet through Justice Island, not letting them drag him by the chains. He laughs away the foolish three-headed judge he's brought up to, even though his sentence is already decided. Why bother? As if they could hurt him. His treasures are safe, back home.
*
It can't be long, now.
Outside, she can hear her son shouting. Banchina struggles for air, fights with what little strength she has to find the right words, the good words that most need saying. Warm sunlight through the window. No time for regret.
*
He always knew it might end like this, with two crossed blades on an execution platform. His life had been his own to risk.
But to drag everyone down with him, to be forced to see them all like that - Father, Luffy, everyone…
And yet, to keep despairing would be to disrespect them.
He tries to hold himself upright, waiting for whatever will come.
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