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onepiece_300Title: Opportunity
Rating: PG-13
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Crocodile
Word Count: 194
Prompt: beginning
Pain.
It blossomed across his entire face, spreading from the bridge of his nose outwards. Pain like he'd never experienced before, burning white-hot in his mind as he fell to his knees, clutching at his face and screaming.
Blood.
It gushed from the wound, running through his fingers and down his face. He could taste it in his mouth, now, coppery and wet, choking him.
Defeat.
It tasted bitter in his mouth, like moldy coffee, worse even than the blood. He looked around for help as Sengoku kicked him onto his back, but there was none to be found; everyone else was dead. His whole crew, his dream....gone in the blink of an eye. They had never stood a chance.
Humiliation.
It stung in him as he lay in the dirt, a sword at his throat. He tried to vanish into sand, strike up at Sengoku, but his powers would not respond. His helplessness burned like a brand.
Death.
It didn't come as he was expecting. Sengoku spoke instead, his face twisted with distate: "If it were up to me, you would already be dead. My superiors, however, have something else in mind for you. There's an opening among the Shichibukai..."
Crocodile almost smiled.
Rating: PG-13
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Crocodile
Word Count: 194
Prompt: beginning
Pain.
It blossomed across his entire face, spreading from the bridge of his nose outwards. Pain like he'd never experienced before, burning white-hot in his mind as he fell to his knees, clutching at his face and screaming.
Blood.
It gushed from the wound, running through his fingers and down his face. He could taste it in his mouth, now, coppery and wet, choking him.
Defeat.
It tasted bitter in his mouth, like moldy coffee, worse even than the blood. He looked around for help as Sengoku kicked him onto his back, but there was none to be found; everyone else was dead. His whole crew, his dream....gone in the blink of an eye. They had never stood a chance.
Humiliation.
It stung in him as he lay in the dirt, a sword at his throat. He tried to vanish into sand, strike up at Sengoku, but his powers would not respond. His helplessness burned like a brand.
Death.
It didn't come as he was expecting. Sengoku spoke instead, his face twisted with distate: "If it were up to me, you would already be dead. My superiors, however, have something else in mind for you. There's an opening among the Shichibukai..."
Crocodile almost smiled.
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Date: 2009-01-06 10:23 pm (UTC)Eeeeeeeee, I love Crocodile!!
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Date: 2009-01-07 03:56 am (UTC)This icon came just in time
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