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onepiece_300Title: when memory fails
Rating: PG...13?
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Brook, Laboon, Rumbar pirates
Word Count: 300
Prompt: ghost in the machine
Drifting on the Florian Triangle was never pleasant, but some days were worse than the others.
Those were the days when Brook couldn't summon a single song or joke, so he sat among his nakama's bones, studying the shapes of faces long decayed.
The very worst days arrived when he realized, horrified, that he couldn't quite remember whose skull belonged to who. His brain had long since rotted, so Brook had supposed his precious memories were instead engraved on his very soul. When Brook couldn't remember which of the Mizuta twins asked him for fencing lessons, he wondered if it meant his time was running out again.
When he couldn't bring himself to sing, Brook tilted his head, stuck a finger through his eye socket and activated the dial, listening to his comrades' song swell within him.
On the worst days Brook sat grinning at nothing, consoling himself: painful as it was, it made no matter if time took away the shape of Yorki's dimples when he laughed. He had their ghosts inside him, their promise too. The future was surely more valuable than the past. For oh, what happiness there would be, when they all met Laboon again and sang out their cherished song!
Brook sat in the cold and lonely fog, watching invisible silhouettes dance and shout around him, and laughed and laughed and laughed. What huge waves would be churned up with the joy of Laboon's dancing, tall enough to send tsunamis racing around the world, announcing their reunion. Perhaps they would wash over Brook as well, wiping away fifty years' worth of dark and damp and salt. Perhaps he could lie drenched and overwhelmed on some sunny deck, listening to Laboon's voice join the ghosts in his head, and be at peace at last, at last.
Rating: PG...13?
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Brook, Laboon, Rumbar pirates
Word Count: 300
Prompt: ghost in the machine
Drifting on the Florian Triangle was never pleasant, but some days were worse than the others.
Those were the days when Brook couldn't summon a single song or joke, so he sat among his nakama's bones, studying the shapes of faces long decayed.
The very worst days arrived when he realized, horrified, that he couldn't quite remember whose skull belonged to who. His brain had long since rotted, so Brook had supposed his precious memories were instead engraved on his very soul. When Brook couldn't remember which of the Mizuta twins asked him for fencing lessons, he wondered if it meant his time was running out again.
When he couldn't bring himself to sing, Brook tilted his head, stuck a finger through his eye socket and activated the dial, listening to his comrades' song swell within him.
On the worst days Brook sat grinning at nothing, consoling himself: painful as it was, it made no matter if time took away the shape of Yorki's dimples when he laughed. He had their ghosts inside him, their promise too. The future was surely more valuable than the past. For oh, what happiness there would be, when they all met Laboon again and sang out their cherished song!
Brook sat in the cold and lonely fog, watching invisible silhouettes dance and shout around him, and laughed and laughed and laughed. What huge waves would be churned up with the joy of Laboon's dancing, tall enough to send tsunamis racing around the world, announcing their reunion. Perhaps they would wash over Brook as well, wiping away fifty years' worth of dark and damp and salt. Perhaps he could lie drenched and overwhelmed on some sunny deck, listening to Laboon's voice join the ghosts in his head, and be at peace at last, at last.
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-04 01:32 am (UTC)Loved this interpretation of the prompt. Excellent work &hearts
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