[One Piece] Seekers of the Sky
Title: Seekers of the Sky
Series: One Piece
Rating: K+
Characters: Luffy/Nami
Word Count: 543; Short short
[Written for alphabet_love; 16. penelope fish and for zauberer_sirin’s birthday]
They sometimes remember the land of Skypiea, from where the trust of comrades developed, from when he decided to believe her with everything he had, his life and all. They probably wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for luck; but the ship’s Captain already had plenty of that. Then there was laughter, there were tears that could not be replaced with anything else-he still remembers the touch of her waist and the smell of her hair, burying his face in her shoulders while they flew above the clouds and soared to a new future.
Time has slipped by since then, and now they are a little to a lot older, with different mindsets and hearts that hardened with courage and faith. But there are things that do not change so easily, like their faces, and their nearly twenty-year-old habits.
Luffy still never sleeps on a bed. He likes the fresh air in his lungs, and claims his right to rest on the upper half of the boat. Nami still wakes up about every thirty minutes during night and dawn to check where they’re going, and resorts to screaming when she finds out they will collide into a storm in a couple minutes.
She still hits him over the head with a frying pan borrowed from Sanji, and he still grins, the painful tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. (He still tells her, whispers ‘good night’ through a small shadowed space through the door, and she still pretends a slumber as though there aren’t enough hours to relax.)
After many days and months, they are still a part of the same pirate crew. They sail and eat and suffer together, and still refuse to give up.
After many years, even when Luffy is crowned the Pirate King, they are still the one and only Straw Hat gathering.
And Luffy still asks her the strangest questions. “How often does a comet fall?” He says with his arms behind his head, leaning back into the large, proud sail.
“Don’t do that,” she tells him, a slight frown creasing her eyebrows. “And about the comet, it really all depends.”
“That’s what you always say,” he answers, sitting up and looking at her (he doesn’t know how many times he has done so, in span of only a day, his eyes have met hers for countless moments-sometimes for assurance, other times for trust and will). “But see, I think they fall whenever they want to. It’s too complicated to explain, so why not just give them their say?”
Nami plots another point in her very own map of North Blue (the world is almost complete in her hands, with a few more locations and directions to mark). “You’re saying comets are alive, Luffy. I’m not too sure how that works out.”
He shrugs. “Who says they’re supposed to be dead?”
“Well, they move when they fall, but other than that-oh, never mind.” (She wonders what he dreams about and has to refrain from saying, ‘oh, do the stars talk to you?’)
He laughs and gives his thought a tired sigh. “When’s the next comet coming, Nami?”
“I don’t know,” she responds, smiling a little, pointing at the sky. “You should ask them.”
Series: One Piece
Rating: K+
Characters: Luffy/Nami
Word Count: 543; Short short
[Written for alphabet_love; 16. penelope fish and for zauberer_sirin’s birthday]
They sometimes remember the land of Skypiea, from where the trust of comrades developed, from when he decided to believe her with everything he had, his life and all. They probably wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for luck; but the ship’s Captain already had plenty of that. Then there was laughter, there were tears that could not be replaced with anything else-he still remembers the touch of her waist and the smell of her hair, burying his face in her shoulders while they flew above the clouds and soared to a new future.
Time has slipped by since then, and now they are a little to a lot older, with different mindsets and hearts that hardened with courage and faith. But there are things that do not change so easily, like their faces, and their nearly twenty-year-old habits.
Luffy still never sleeps on a bed. He likes the fresh air in his lungs, and claims his right to rest on the upper half of the boat. Nami still wakes up about every thirty minutes during night and dawn to check where they’re going, and resorts to screaming when she finds out they will collide into a storm in a couple minutes.
She still hits him over the head with a frying pan borrowed from Sanji, and he still grins, the painful tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. (He still tells her, whispers ‘good night’ through a small shadowed space through the door, and she still pretends a slumber as though there aren’t enough hours to relax.)
After many days and months, they are still a part of the same pirate crew. They sail and eat and suffer together, and still refuse to give up.
After many years, even when Luffy is crowned the Pirate King, they are still the one and only Straw Hat gathering.
And Luffy still asks her the strangest questions. “How often does a comet fall?” He says with his arms behind his head, leaning back into the large, proud sail.
“Don’t do that,” she tells him, a slight frown creasing her eyebrows. “And about the comet, it really all depends.”
“That’s what you always say,” he answers, sitting up and looking at her (he doesn’t know how many times he has done so, in span of only a day, his eyes have met hers for countless moments-sometimes for assurance, other times for trust and will). “But see, I think they fall whenever they want to. It’s too complicated to explain, so why not just give them their say?”
Nami plots another point in her very own map of North Blue (the world is almost complete in her hands, with a few more locations and directions to mark). “You’re saying comets are alive, Luffy. I’m not too sure how that works out.”
He shrugs. “Who says they’re supposed to be dead?”
“Well, they move when they fall, but other than that-oh, never mind.” (She wonders what he dreams about and has to refrain from saying, ‘oh, do the stars talk to you?’)
He laughs and gives his thought a tired sigh. “When’s the next comet coming, Nami?”
“I don’t know,” she responds, smiling a little, pointing at the sky. “You should ask them.”