[Fic] "If you just hold on, the morning sun will rise"
Title: “If you just hold on, the morning sun will rise”
Prompt: Perfect
Pairings: ZoSan, if you squint; Brook-centric
Words: 300
Rating: PG/K (?)
A/N: Inspired by the song Bink's Sake, and the idea caught me like a whirlwind, so this had to be done.
The bar grew silent when Brook bowed his head to step inside. His bony fingers moved to tip his hat politely, and despite the startled eyes following him, he walked towards the lonely piano standing in the other end of the room.
The slight cracking of his bones could be heard in the stillness as he sat down in front of the instrument. His hollow eyes regarded the faded lacquering and the worn keys, finding the old piano still rather charming; fitting to his also aged self. His fingertips pushed down some of the blacks and whites, just to hear the magnificent sound they could still make.
What he would play was obvious, the sweet-bitter melody sung by pirates of old bearing a crown place in his heart. (Though theoretically, he didn't have a heart.) The piano began to sing with familiar tunes, and along with it Brook sang as well, lighting up frightened and frowning faces.
Among the people joining him, there was a loud, familiar voice, cheering rather than singing. There was also one who tried to make his voice sound deeper and manlier, along with high-pitched, half-laughing squeaks. A deep voice he didn't recall singing this song before joined in, too, and along with it (almost competing with it), sang a smooth baritone, sounding happy now in contrast to the mournful undertone it once carried. Pleasant women's voices graced the song, too, and also someone with a peculiar accent chimed in merrily...
Brook was missing forever-gone voices, while he didn't even have a brain to think about it. But even without skin, those around him knew he was smiling; it was audible in his voice.
Strangers of friends, when they all sang this old song in unison, Brook was convinced his prolonged life couldn't be more perfect.