so this is my first fanfic is a while, so I'm not sure if my writing got rusty, since i lost my old account. so anyway, i hope you will read it and whether you like it or not is up to you :)
disclaimer: i don't own one piece, I'm glad that i don't since it wouldn't be nearly as awesome
New light
Dancing petals glided and tumbled to the ground, shining as it basked in the evening glow. The first man of the straw hat pirates marched up the steep road finding his way back to the ship, unsure whether to turn left or right. Hands deep in his pocket, he couldn't admit he was lost. The scenery around him was completely identical, only the straight path that seems to lead him to where he should be. Following his instincts he continued to pace up the hill towards the cherry blossom tree at the peak.
A sudden ray of light shone through the silhouette of the trees below, causing the green haired man to wince and look elsewhere. There, perfectly still on a bench under the blossoms, with a cigarette in his hand staring off into the horizon, the smoke gently drifts up into the sky. His hair shimmer a rich golden orange, unlike the usual blonde he had become accustomed to. Like time has come to a halt, he is unable to shift his gaze, the man forgets about finding his other friends.
The blonde acknowledges his presence with a glance and shifts over from his spot. It had been a long day taking care of the childish captain they all admired; it is only at times like this where they can find time for themselves. He sits down with a relieved sigh, placing his swords by his feet. The peacefulness between them was uncommon. How many times had they bickered from simply seeing each other or being in each other's company. This was different; the green haired man had never noticed. His crewmate beside him had another side that was calming and comfortable to be with, where no words are needed, completely different than times on the ship with the girls.
He feels the warmth on his skin being drawn away along with the sun beyond the horizon and the lights of the ship lit at the port contrasts the dimming sky. The blonde glances at his wristwatch and rises from his spot. How long had they been sitting there? How much time has passed? The man turns to face him and offers him his hand, which he usually protects during battle out in the grand line, the hands delicate that feed the crew day in and day out.
The man in green turned his head the other way, feeling a rush of warmth in his cheeks. He quickly swiped his swords off the ground standing up, ignoring the hand offered to him with a huff. Glancing back at him, he saw the blonde unable to help but smile at his predictable attitude.
The other man turned away, leaving the green man behind. Making his way back down the hill back to the ship, he takes a drag of his smoke.
"Idiot"