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onepiece_300Title: The Chore of Trash Collecting
Rating: G
Media: fic
Characters: Hina
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Hugs
She really hates these dive bars. Pirates, like rats, thrive in dark, filthy places, a fitting description for the shantytown four islands down from Impel Down. She would have preferred, after delivering the disgraced Shichibukai and his cronies to the prison, to relax in a place where at the very least the proprietor knew what cleaning supplies and their uses were. But here she is, nursing the swill this place passes for rum and trying not to get anything contagious.
Her orders are simple – capture a group of pirates wanted for pillaging, raping, the usual. Her prey is no fantastic catch; the womanizing captain has a bounty on his head but that’s about all. It’s a dull night, and a bored Hina is a dangerous Hina.
She’s traded her Marine coat for something more tantalizing. Too tantalizing for her quarry to resist, as he swaggers over to her, the drunken lout.
"What’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?"
Trash duty, she thinks sourly, as he slips an arm around her waist. She’s struck men for less, but she waits. The perfect trap hinges on the right moment to snap shut. She turns smoothly into his grip, wraps her arms over his in what could pass for a suggestive embrace. His grin widens before he realizes she hasn’t stopped moving, her arms sliding through him, trapping him with her trademark band. A swipe of her leg through his ankles binds them and he overbalances, crashing into the bar.
"Marines!"
It’s chaos as the rats flee, no one even willing to fight her, but her men are waiting outside at all entrances, closing her trap. Orders met and her second-in-command in charge and heads back to her ship, to a hot shower and above all clean quarters.
Rating: G
Media: fic
Characters: Hina
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Hugs
She really hates these dive bars. Pirates, like rats, thrive in dark, filthy places, a fitting description for the shantytown four islands down from Impel Down. She would have preferred, after delivering the disgraced Shichibukai and his cronies to the prison, to relax in a place where at the very least the proprietor knew what cleaning supplies and their uses were. But here she is, nursing the swill this place passes for rum and trying not to get anything contagious.
Her orders are simple – capture a group of pirates wanted for pillaging, raping, the usual. Her prey is no fantastic catch; the womanizing captain has a bounty on his head but that’s about all. It’s a dull night, and a bored Hina is a dangerous Hina.
She’s traded her Marine coat for something more tantalizing. Too tantalizing for her quarry to resist, as he swaggers over to her, the drunken lout.
"What’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?"
Trash duty, she thinks sourly, as he slips an arm around her waist. She’s struck men for less, but she waits. The perfect trap hinges on the right moment to snap shut. She turns smoothly into his grip, wraps her arms over his in what could pass for a suggestive embrace. His grin widens before he realizes she hasn’t stopped moving, her arms sliding through him, trapping him with her trademark band. A swipe of her leg through his ankles binds them and he overbalances, crashing into the bar.
"Marines!"
It’s chaos as the rats flee, no one even willing to fight her, but her men are waiting outside at all entrances, closing her trap. Orders met and her second-in-command in charge and heads back to her ship, to a hot shower and above all clean quarters.
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Date: 2009-01-29 12:38 pm (UTC)