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onepiece_300Title: A Fool's Hope
Rating: G
Media: fic
Character: Dadan
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Broken
The wanted posters have not gone unnoticed.
You aren't surprised. The boys always did talk about the sea. About freedom. The rules and noble ideals and corrupt core of Garp's Marines were not for them. They had their dreams, and not even their grandfather's fists could change those.
You aren't worried. Of course not. That's what you say to anyone who asks. They're not your responsibility - should never have been, except Garp's a baby-dumping, fast-running bastard.
You aren't worried.
No. Not worried.
There are no words for what you are. Not when the news reaches you, by way of a folded leaflet delivered by a panting, wide-eyed village youngster.
They are going to kill Ace.
The baby you held in your arms as he fell asleep mid-wail.
They are going to put him in chains on a platform for the world to see, and then they are going end his life.
After all the work you put into keeping him from ending that life on a regular basis as a little brat, it just doesn't seem fair.
That's what you tell all those who come to gawk. Those who whisper behind your back.
You curse the World Government. Even here, they can still reach you. Even after all this time, they can still shatter all peace, and turn childish dreams to nightmares.
You know how hopeless the situation is. You should be grieving already.
But you can't. Because somewhere in your heart, in the middle of that freezing storm of fury and despair, there is a tiny sliver of hope.
It shines through the blackest horror, and dries unshed tears.
You know how hopeless the situation is. And you know your boys. They are going to execute Luffy's brother.
If you worry, it isn't about Ace. It's about the rest of the world.
Rating: G
Media: fic
Character: Dadan
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Broken
The wanted posters have not gone unnoticed.
You aren't surprised. The boys always did talk about the sea. About freedom. The rules and noble ideals and corrupt core of Garp's Marines were not for them. They had their dreams, and not even their grandfather's fists could change those.
You aren't worried. Of course not. That's what you say to anyone who asks. They're not your responsibility - should never have been, except Garp's a baby-dumping, fast-running bastard.
You aren't worried.
No. Not worried.
There are no words for what you are. Not when the news reaches you, by way of a folded leaflet delivered by a panting, wide-eyed village youngster.
They are going to kill Ace.
The baby you held in your arms as he fell asleep mid-wail.
They are going to put him in chains on a platform for the world to see, and then they are going end his life.
After all the work you put into keeping him from ending that life on a regular basis as a little brat, it just doesn't seem fair.
That's what you tell all those who come to gawk. Those who whisper behind your back.
You curse the World Government. Even here, they can still reach you. Even after all this time, they can still shatter all peace, and turn childish dreams to nightmares.
You know how hopeless the situation is. You should be grieving already.
But you can't. Because somewhere in your heart, in the middle of that freezing storm of fury and despair, there is a tiny sliver of hope.
It shines through the blackest horror, and dries unshed tears.
You know how hopeless the situation is. And you know your boys. They are going to execute Luffy's brother.
If you worry, it isn't about Ace. It's about the rest of the world.
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Date: 2009-10-14 10:22 pm (UTC)This is lovely! And I love that you're able to do this with a character we barely know, and yet make it seem so very real. The parental love, even though Dadan tries to claim they're not his responsibility. But they're Dadan's boys, and s/he knows them so well.
*snuggles them all*