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One Piece's Odd Socks
43) Pearly Gates
Sabo had waited years and years, sat on the top of the low gates, so when Ace wondered towards him, looking amused that he was here instead of hell, Sabo just stared at him for a moment and Ace stopped to stare at him.
Sabo broke out of it first and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. "You died then." He sighed, unable to keep a grin off his face completely. Ace put his hands on his hip, leaning back slightly, the picture of stubbornness and self confidence.
"I think you beat me to it." Ace smirked. Sabo grinned and let out a bark of laughter before hopping down from the gate a 10 year old and when his feet hit the cloudy floor, he was the same age as Ace, his clothes growing and adapting to fit him still.
Face to face, the brothers regarded each other, then grinned.
"You protected our stupid little brother huh?" Sabo clasped his arm, the tattoo there making him frown slightly.
"Of course." Ace grabbed his arm. "I have no regrets."
"No regrets." Sabo echoed, just happy to see his brother again. Though he had hoped for Luffy's sake, that it wouldn't be this soon.
The two spent years together, catching a visit from Dadan, who didn't stay for long - only to hit them both - before walking through the gate and onto whatever awaited her there. Garp was worse, beating them to a pulp before laughing as he strode away.
As the older brothers waited for their little brother, wanting to start the final adventure together, so that they wouldn't lose each other again.
20) Vanishing
Zoro awoke to the sound of Luffy snoring around the pair of socks that Usopp had stuffed in his oversized gob, Brook's more gentle snore of 'yohohohohohoho... yohohohohoho...' and Chopper mumbling to himself.
The boy's bedroom was rarely quiet.
Zoro sneaked out of the bedroom and went looking for the bathroom, because the door had moved. Again.
He stepped through one door and found himself on the deck, which was unusual. He went down the balcony to the next door and went back into the depths of the ship. He found the girl's bedroom (and more sense than to burst in there), a storage room that was growing mushrooms, the docking bay, the aquarium and a room dedicated to cola.
By now Zoro was desperate, angry and that close to just creating his own freaking bathroom when a door caught his eye. He slammed the door open and there it was. The bathroom!
Leaving the bathroom meant finding the deck... And he bet that had vanished into thin air.
96) Music
Brook sometimes sat on the deck in silence for a few minutes, a small smile on his boney face. The crew had wondered if he was thinking about his time drifting on that ship by himself, until they realised that he wasn't sad... He was happy.
Often he would raise his violin and play something that they hadn't heard before, but seemed vaguely familiar.
"Neh, Brook, what are you doing?" Luffy asked one day, bored because Usopp was tending to his pop Greens and wouldn't play with him.
"Listening to music, Luffy-san." The skeleton replied.
"What music?" Luffy frowned. He couldn't hear anything.
"Listen, Luffy-san." Brook encouraged and Luffy closed his eyes, his face screwing up in concentration. He could hear nothing out the ordinary - Zoro and Sanji fighting on the balcony and above them, Nami tending to her mikan patch and Usopp talking to his pop greens. On the deck Robin was reading, while Chopper was laying out herbs to dry and in the corner, Franky making something. Around them, the Sunny's sails flapped and there was a gentle roar as she cut through the waves. "What you can hear, is the music your nakama makes."
Brook lifted his violin and played a tune in the spaces of the rhythms around him, a melody that united the crews separate activities.
Luffy grinned and bounced away to demand meat from Sanji, not clever enough to understand the music, just happy because Brook was happy.
And that was all that mattered.
Dear Readers,
Sabo, for the intentions of the 'Pearly Gates' prompt, is dead. I'm not going to join this argument about if he's alive or not.
Peace!
TheMatchingOddSocks