Title: A Man and His Hat
Pairing: Smoker --Ace (his hat anyway)
Rating: G
The hat was the most ridiculous thing Smoker had ever seen. It was ugly, worn and the face badges made it look like it belonged to someone insane. Although, that probably wasn't too far from the truth.
It had arrived, not more than a day ago, by bird-mail. Who sent it, he had no idea but the fact that it came to him and not Mugiwara was a little disconcerting.
He rested is chin on his clasped hands and stared at it. An odd feeling of…something…forced its way into his chest. It was probably indigestion from the chilli at dinner. Damn cook was always trying new stuff.
He reached for it, intending to put it in the filing cabinet behind him - or possibly throw it overboard - but when he picked it up, the smell of ash and wood filled his senses. He fingered the dusty brim and felt his chest constrict again. Damn chilli.
He rose from his chair slowly, contemplating what to do. When his wandering thoughts returned, he found himself by his bed. When did that happen? Choosing not to think too hard about it, he placed the monstrosity on his side table.
He'd keep it safe. The brat would want it back when he showed up.