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Title: Not that Different at All
Prompt: Black and White
Media: Fic
Characters: Usopp. Zoro, lil bit of Chopper, Robin and Luffy
Rating: T
Word Count: 297
Warning: Mentions of racial discrimination (please don't kill me)
Usopp raised his hand in front of his face.
“It’s normal here. Just like Sabaody.” Robin explained with something remorseful there.
It was the hand of a sniper and a pirate.
“It should be fine.” Chopper assured, applying salve and voice shaky with tears. “Definitely fine.”
Of an artist and a tinkerer.
“LET HIM GO!” Luffy screamed furiously, fighting through the crowd with everyone.
Already too late.
A storyteller and a liar.
“How dare you touch any of us like you have the right!” The townspeople sneered derisively at him.
A whip cracked. Usopp screamed.
It was a helpful hand; one he hadn’t realized held any difference from anyone else. So he thought nothing of it when he went to aid that young blonde to her feet.
“What do you think you’re doing mongrel?!”
Today, he learned it was also the hand of a black man.
He turned it this way and that, so focused on trying to find how it was unlike Franky’s, or Luffy’s, or Sanji’s, that he didn’t hear his crewmate approaching until he was already there.
“You know you’re not any different to us.” Swords clanged gently together, Zoro leaning against the railing where he sat.
Usopp nodded; said nothing while fidgeting with the bandages. Thought darkly of what was underneath.
“Wear them proudly.”
He frowned quizzically, “What?”
“They’re,” Zoro placed a hand to the scar on his chest, “A sign of a battle worth winning.”
Usopp wouldn’t soon forget it; the island they upheaved and the people they had freed - the people, he yelled as he set fire to the whips, who were just the same as everyone else.
The light in their eyes as they tasted freedom for the first time.
He smiled, hand curling into a brave warrior’s fist. “Right.”
Prompt: Black and White
Media: Fic
Characters: Usopp. Zoro, lil bit of Chopper, Robin and Luffy
Rating: T
Word Count: 297
Warning: Mentions of racial discrimination (please don't kill me)
Usopp raised his hand in front of his face.
“It’s normal here. Just like Sabaody.” Robin explained with something remorseful there.
It was the hand of a sniper and a pirate.
“It should be fine.” Chopper assured, applying salve and voice shaky with tears. “Definitely fine.”
Of an artist and a tinkerer.
“LET HIM GO!” Luffy screamed furiously, fighting through the crowd with everyone.
Already too late.
A storyteller and a liar.
“How dare you touch any of us like you have the right!” The townspeople sneered derisively at him.
A whip cracked. Usopp screamed.
It was a helpful hand; one he hadn’t realized held any difference from anyone else. So he thought nothing of it when he went to aid that young blonde to her feet.
“What do you think you’re doing mongrel?!”
Today, he learned it was also the hand of a black man.
He turned it this way and that, so focused on trying to find how it was unlike Franky’s, or Luffy’s, or Sanji’s, that he didn’t hear his crewmate approaching until he was already there.
“You know you’re not any different to us.” Swords clanged gently together, Zoro leaning against the railing where he sat.
Usopp nodded; said nothing while fidgeting with the bandages. Thought darkly of what was underneath.
“Wear them proudly.”
He frowned quizzically, “What?”
“They’re,” Zoro placed a hand to the scar on his chest, “A sign of a battle worth winning.”
Usopp wouldn’t soon forget it; the island they upheaved and the people they had freed - the people, he yelled as he set fire to the whips, who were just the same as everyone else.
The light in their eyes as they tasted freedom for the first time.
He smiled, hand curling into a brave warrior’s fist. “Right.”