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have some angst! 8D
Title: Desperate
Characters/Pairings: Luffy, Baron Omatsuri. Implied ZoLu.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500. WAY over.
Prompt: Faceplant
Notes: Spoilers for 6th OP movie, if anyone hasn't seen it. Also, dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
featheredtips. Have some angsty ZoLu, darlin'. ;D Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when one hears "faceplant", I know. BUT EH, it worked. :>
Chopper had been the first to go; swallowed whole by a monster that was called a flower, and he didn’t even see it.
The news was brought to him through laughter – smug, gloating, mocking.
Unforgivable.
A shout of “gomu gomu no...” which had become almost like a second nature to him, a fist was raised, and a sharp pain and the hard smack of skin against rock was the only response he received.
One arrow.
A struggle to get free, and so came the information that another one of his nakama – Robin, this time – was already disappearing. Reaching, scrambling to move forward and get them out of...
Who will be next?
I see. The cook.
A curse was uttered, and so he shouted out as the second fist shot forward—only to meet the same fate as its twin.
Two arrows.
A desperate cry of the cook’s name could be heard.
Only three left.
Not even a moment was given for him to lift his foot, and it was shot into the hard rock like the limbs before it.
Stumbling and hopping on one foot before any remaining balance was lost, falling flat on his face as per the harsh rules of gravity and restraint.
Since you can’t see, I’ll just tell you: the man with the phallic nose has just died.
Another name was shouted as he attempted to drag his pinned body forward, inch by miserable inch, only to be met with further mockery and another arrow from their tormentor. His body fell forward once more, and his face hit the ground.
He could taste dirt.
The other woman just disappeared.
Fruitless attempts to pull himself forward; teeth sinking into bitter soil to try and resist the force of his arms and legs’ desperate tries to pull him back.
The very last of your nakama is starting to fade away.
No.
His head shot up, shouting out the swordsman’s name before his body bent backward and – with one, last desperate cry – sent his head hurtling forward.
Even if there was a chance that it wouldn’t work, even if there wasn’t a way for him to physically bring Zoro back, he didn’t care. There was no time to care – not now.
He could hear the sound of several arrows being shot, but he didn’t care.
He could feel the pain of the sharpened edges against his skin and the warmth of blood bursting forth from his wounds, but he didn’t care.
There was an arrow caught between his teeth, but he didn’t care.
The remainder of his hopes and cares was there waiting for him; waiting to fight more battles, go on more adventures, and to live on.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Close enough to see him.
Close enough to touch him.
“ZORO!!!”
Close enough to save him.
A final glimpse that seemed to last an eternity, and he came crashing down into the earth, the rock, and the reality of everything around him.
Straw hat.
Your swordsman is dead.
Characters/Pairings: Luffy, Baron Omatsuri. Implied ZoLu.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500. WAY over.
Prompt: Faceplant
Notes: Spoilers for 6th OP movie, if anyone hasn't seen it. Also, dedicated to
featheredtips. Have some angsty ZoLu, darlin'. ;D Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when one hears "faceplant", I know. BUT EH, it worked. :>Chopper had been the first to go; swallowed whole by a monster that was called a flower, and he didn’t even see it.
The news was brought to him through laughter – smug, gloating, mocking.
Unforgivable.
A shout of “gomu gomu no...” which had become almost like a second nature to him, a fist was raised, and a sharp pain and the hard smack of skin against rock was the only response he received.
One arrow.
A struggle to get free, and so came the information that another one of his nakama – Robin, this time – was already disappearing. Reaching, scrambling to move forward and get them out of...
Who will be next?
I see. The cook.
A curse was uttered, and so he shouted out as the second fist shot forward—only to meet the same fate as its twin.
Two arrows.
A desperate cry of the cook’s name could be heard.
Only three left.
Not even a moment was given for him to lift his foot, and it was shot into the hard rock like the limbs before it.
Stumbling and hopping on one foot before any remaining balance was lost, falling flat on his face as per the harsh rules of gravity and restraint.
Since you can’t see, I’ll just tell you: the man with the phallic nose has just died.
Another name was shouted as he attempted to drag his pinned body forward, inch by miserable inch, only to be met with further mockery and another arrow from their tormentor. His body fell forward once more, and his face hit the ground.
He could taste dirt.
The other woman just disappeared.
Fruitless attempts to pull himself forward; teeth sinking into bitter soil to try and resist the force of his arms and legs’ desperate tries to pull him back.
The very last of your nakama is starting to fade away.
No.
His head shot up, shouting out the swordsman’s name before his body bent backward and – with one, last desperate cry – sent his head hurtling forward.
Even if there was a chance that it wouldn’t work, even if there wasn’t a way for him to physically bring Zoro back, he didn’t care. There was no time to care – not now.
He could hear the sound of several arrows being shot, but he didn’t care.
He could feel the pain of the sharpened edges against his skin and the warmth of blood bursting forth from his wounds, but he didn’t care.
There was an arrow caught between his teeth, but he didn’t care.
The remainder of his hopes and cares was there waiting for him; waiting to fight more battles, go on more adventures, and to live on.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Close enough to see him.
Close enough to touch him.
“ZORO!!!”
Close enough to save him.
A final glimpse that seemed to last an eternity, and he came crashing down into the earth, the rock, and the reality of everything around him.
Straw hat.
Your swordsman is dead.