Something Old, Something New.


13th June 1889, Germa Camp.

Lufffy!

Why did you write me a single sentence again like your older postcards?

No, I am not angry, I am just worried. The old you was less talkative in the postcards because was busy fighting and fighting. Are you alright? I still remember the day I had actually seen relax, I was worried as your doctor and partner.

Remember the Ball night? The night you made the grand but silent statement on the dance floor? You took my arms in yours and we walked inside the hall. Oh how did they gape at us, the way they were trying not look surprised.

That day was beautiful, our party suits were old and rented, your shoes barely intact and mine were shiny and new, even the hats were borrowed. Each accessory was old yet the experience was new. Both of dancing in each other's embrace; it was happiness.

To be honest I never like the old tradition of ball dancing with one's beau. I found it very restrictive, all that pomp and powder and dressing up. The idea of it gave me a headache and made me sick.

But the moment when you barged into my room with that invitation card, I wanted to say you NO. But that smile of yours! So hopeful and excited, that I caved in. Because of that Ball, we had our first date, we took the evening off from our duties and to rent our attires and we had rice crackers, dumplings and alcohol. It was a beautiful day, though the road was broken, the city polluted, the houses falling apart and fear of death looming, that day was happy.

That day I felt so young, generally I always felt old and lonely. But shopping trinkets with you, fitting into some rented dress made me so excited.

You were glowing, and you had told me that when we get married, we would wear new clothes, to be honest I would have married you in rags that day. Right there and then! No ceremony, no ritual of old, just you in my arms was all that I needed.

I still remember that you got addicted me to heels! Now I can't walk without heels! It was you who gifted me that day. I kept stepping on your toes all night, but we never stopped dancing. We were Cinderellas that night. The night was all ours. You toasted to us, I twirled to your moves and oh the love making.

The intense lovemaking, I couldn't believe we had resisted our entire evening the urge slam each other against the wall and rip away the cheap clothes. But we resisted, we danced and we were happy.

My love, I am hearing the news on the radio, oh my god. People are running out of their rooms! Did you?

You didn't!

Oh, Luffy!

Oh my god!

Traffy.

Excerpt from Luffy's postcard.


12 MAY 1889.

TO

MY LOVE,

I LOVE YOU.

LAW, WHEN YOU WRITE YOUR LETTER TONIGHT, KEEP YOUR RADIO ON.

LOVE,

LUFFY.


Disclaimer: Not my manga