Hi everyone! My muse just came in and bee-lined towards Vivi and Kohza! And since there is such a drought of lovin' for these two I figured I might as well write some myself. XD
For those of you who follow 'Abandon', don't worry. I haven't forgotten about updating that. This has just been niggling in one corner of my mind ever since I watched the Alabasta arc and WHOA was that long ago! I will be updating Abandon as soon as I figure out what Nanao ought to say… Tee hee.
Anyway, the first few snippets are rated G but the last one will most probably be a nice yellow fruit, coz I'm just so perverted. Everything just has to be about smex for you doesn't it Tsubasa?
Anyway, I'm sure you didn't click on this link to read my epically long author's notes so read and review please. Enjoy :D
"I can only do my best with the power I have."
The words rang in his ears. This was the king whose tales of bravery and valor he had grown up with? This was his hero? The man his father, oh shit, his whole clan would give their lives for without batting an eyelash? He didn't even pause to think before…
"But my father said you can do anything!
His back and neck ached and his forehead was tender where his father had forced his head to meet the floor over and over again. But what hurt the most was the helplessness. He was just a kid; he couldn't make a difference for the clan. No matter what he did no one would take him seriously. Even his father didn't understand him. If the King didn't help them then who would? Memories of the village where he grew up stormed into his eyes with the tears; the village that no longer existed. He ran without knowing where he was going.
Her voice seemed to come out of nowhere.
"What's with you, crybaby?"
He screeched to a halt, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. No one called Kohza, the leader of the Suna Suna clan a crybaby. The girl who had spoken was leisurely leaning against the wall, inspecting him with languid disdain. It made his blood boil that she had just insulted him so casually. He grabbed at the first insult that shot through his head.
"What the hell do you want, Shorty?"
She seemed to bristle at that but he couldn't be sure. His body instinctively braced itself for a fight before his mind caught up. Did he even care if she hit him? She was a GIRL after all, she probably knew as much about fighting as he knew about makeup and pretty shoes. He relaxed, a smug grin spreading over his face.
What could a shorty with a cute little birdie for a sidekick possibly do to Kohza, leader of the Suna Suna?
"Shorty?" she repeated, moving away from the wall, her hands folded calmly behind her back as she sidled forward.
The next thing he knew her foot was in his face and her teeth in his arm and the 'cute little birdie' was pecking ferociously at his head. It didn't matter that he won in the end. What mattered was she shattered any preconceived notions he might have had of her. The moment she landed a punch on his face, she was his friend. No, she was more than that; she was his equal.
He's learned never to underestimate her since.
A/N again…. Like it? Hate it? Detest it to the extent you mentally curse me to an existence as a zombie on Thriller Bark? Let me know.