One Piece Drabbles
Tittle: Those Not Among Us
Prompt: Infimary
Genre: Angst
Marco stood leaning against the solid oak wall of the infirmary, the same sleepy expression as always on his face. He looked unconcerned and unaffected like what he was seeing didn’t disturb him. Looked being the key word here, appearances can be deceiving. Glancing around Marco looked from where Jozu was covered in blankets and shivering his feet stuck in a bucket of hot water as he tried to recover from being defrosted to where a nurse was bathing Vista’s numerous cuts from his duel with Mihawk in antiseptic before wrapping them in clean linen bandages. He cringed inwardly in sympathy as the nurse came to a partially nasty cut on Vista’s side where the famed black blade had cut in deep. He’d like to be able to say this was what disturbed him. Watching his comrades…his brothers lying in the infirmary sick and weak but it wasn’t. What hurt him the most was who wasn’t there. The loss of his Pop hit hard, but what hurt the most was Ace. When he’d been up on deck he could almost imagine that Ace was down in the infirmary wearing the cocky grin and swearing up and down his was fine and all he needed was some food and a good nap. Could pretend that the fire he loved so much was still burning brightly instead of being ash strewn across the ground at the feet of that bastard Akainu. But that’s all it was pretend and Marco was left with wounds that a stay in an infirmary and even his phoenix powers couldn’t heal and he felt tears prickle at his eyes once more as he slipped back out the infirmary door.
and another one
Tittle: Mustache Violence
Prompt: Infimary
Genre: Humor/ Crack
Ace paused in the doorway of Whitebeard’s quarter’s unsure as he looked back over his shoulder at his new ‘Pops’ “I have one last question” he began hesitantly
Whitebeard gave a great sigh at that casting a sidelong glance at his 1st division commander. He’d thought that getting the fire-brat to agree to bear his name would be enough but he should have know better “What is it boy?”
Ace took a deep breath and looked up at Whitebeard expectantly “How’d you get the name Whitebeard?”
Whitebeard choked and spluttered on his Sake at that remark and even Marco’s mouth dropped toward the floor. An exasperated look on his face a he jabbed one giant finger at his face “Do you not see this thing on my face?”
“That’s a mustache.” He replied in all seriousness not noticing Whitebeard’s left eye start to twitch or Marco’s desperate attempts to get him to shut up as he continued unabated “although I supposed you got the name by default because honestly Whitemustache isn’t very piratey, in fact it sound more like a botched comic book hero than any…” and his rambling faded to snores as his narcolepsy kicked in.
Whitebeard raised one gigantic hand to backhand ace through his cabin wall (and the fourteen following walls) before pausing taking one look at the sleeping Ace and lowering his hand muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously close to “like kicking a puppy”
Marco who was pretending he didn’t hear that last comment slung the sleeping boy over his shoulder and carried him of to his own initiation party.
To this day Ace remains blissfully unaware just how narrowly he escaped a trip to the infirmary, and the fact he even HAD an initiation party because no one could wake him up.