A small hand waved up, idly brushing a lock of wayward red hair. Blue eyes gazed at the water in front of her, lids lowered in the usual expression of utter boredom and annoyance.
'Still waters run deep.' the girl mused absentmindedly. Nami didn't normally hang out here, but she simply had to go elsewhere to get away from that... what was his name... Jack. Sighing softly, she plucked a butter-yellow flower next to her, staring at it intently.
With another sigh, this one done in digust, she tossed the flower into the spring, watching as it floated around. "What do the other girls find so special about flowers?" she questioned the night around her, looking up just in time to miss a silvery flash that dragged the flower into the water's depths.
"Flowers give nature strength to stay beautiful." a soft, musical voice replied. Nami turned around to see Celia, her cool green eyes regarding the redhead, just a hint of disdain could be detected. It was a little known fact Celia and Nami didn't exactly get along.
After a few moments of staring, Nami noticed a fishing pole held limply in the other girl's hand. "Didn't know you could fish." she remarked dryly.
"Can't." Celia replied, taking a seat beside Nami, despite her biting remark. "Decided to learn how; fish can be used as a natrual fertilizer."
"Huh." Nami sighed, clearly uninterested. Once again, Celia ignored her tone, and with a flick of the wrist had the bobber floating neatly in the center of the pool. It was hard to tell she had not done this before. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, having chosen not to wear her usual red bandana.
Soon, both girls found themselves staring at the small red object in anticipation. Surprisingly, Celia was the first to grow bored, and was about to reel in when Nami stopped her.
"Look." she said, pointing. Celia gasped when she spied the blue-silver fish darting hungrily toward the bait. She gave an ecstatic scream when the bobber disppeared under the surface with a large splash, jumping up as she reeled in her catch. Nami let a ghost of a smile grace her face as she watched.
Only a few seconds passed before Celia had the fish flailing in her hands, as she watched it. Soon the excitement died down, and Celia began to stare sadly at the small creature. "Poor thing, it's dying." she muttered as it fell limp, it's mouth opening and closing in panic. Celia kneeled back down, about to dump the fish back into the pond when Nami grabbed it roughly from her. She turned around, placing it far away from the water's edge.
It gave another half-hearted flop before it went completely still. Nami watched with a morbid amount of interest. She felt, rather then saw, Celia's sad, questioning gaze. "It wouldn't have lived anyway. Fish are easily tramatized." she said calmly. Quietly, Celia picked up the dead fish, getting ready to depart. She made her way halfway past the trail, before turning around. She gave Nami a formal bow, muttering her thanks. Long honey-brown hair hid her expression, but Nami was sure that it wasn't a grateful look. Celia stood up and turned back around, then hurried off.
Nami looked at the sky again, realizing just how much time had passed. Getting up and dusting off her clothes, she decided to go ahead and go back to her room in the inn.
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[[The only A/N I have is a big hardy thanks to KiT, who spent the time to beta-read this utterly pointless and short fic.]]
'Still waters run deep.' the girl mused absentmindedly. Nami didn't normally hang out here, but she simply had to go elsewhere to get away from that... what was his name... Jack. Sighing softly, she plucked a butter-yellow flower next to her, staring at it intently.
With another sigh, this one done in digust, she tossed the flower into the spring, watching as it floated around. "What do the other girls find so special about flowers?" she questioned the night around her, looking up just in time to miss a silvery flash that dragged the flower into the water's depths.
"Flowers give nature strength to stay beautiful." a soft, musical voice replied. Nami turned around to see Celia, her cool green eyes regarding the redhead, just a hint of disdain could be detected. It was a little known fact Celia and Nami didn't exactly get along.
After a few moments of staring, Nami noticed a fishing pole held limply in the other girl's hand. "Didn't know you could fish." she remarked dryly.
"Can't." Celia replied, taking a seat beside Nami, despite her biting remark. "Decided to learn how; fish can be used as a natrual fertilizer."
"Huh." Nami sighed, clearly uninterested. Once again, Celia ignored her tone, and with a flick of the wrist had the bobber floating neatly in the center of the pool. It was hard to tell she had not done this before. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, having chosen not to wear her usual red bandana.
Soon, both girls found themselves staring at the small red object in anticipation. Surprisingly, Celia was the first to grow bored, and was about to reel in when Nami stopped her.
"Look." she said, pointing. Celia gasped when she spied the blue-silver fish darting hungrily toward the bait. She gave an ecstatic scream when the bobber disppeared under the surface with a large splash, jumping up as she reeled in her catch. Nami let a ghost of a smile grace her face as she watched.
Only a few seconds passed before Celia had the fish flailing in her hands, as she watched it. Soon the excitement died down, and Celia began to stare sadly at the small creature. "Poor thing, it's dying." she muttered as it fell limp, it's mouth opening and closing in panic. Celia kneeled back down, about to dump the fish back into the pond when Nami grabbed it roughly from her. She turned around, placing it far away from the water's edge.
It gave another half-hearted flop before it went completely still. Nami watched with a morbid amount of interest. She felt, rather then saw, Celia's sad, questioning gaze. "It wouldn't have lived anyway. Fish are easily tramatized." she said calmly. Quietly, Celia picked up the dead fish, getting ready to depart. She made her way halfway past the trail, before turning around. She gave Nami a formal bow, muttering her thanks. Long honey-brown hair hid her expression, but Nami was sure that it wasn't a grateful look. Celia stood up and turned back around, then hurried off.
Nami looked at the sky again, realizing just how much time had passed. Getting up and dusting off her clothes, she decided to go ahead and go back to her room in the inn.
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[[The only A/N I have is a big hardy thanks to KiT, who spent the time to beta-read this utterly pointless and short fic.]]