This was written as my first contribution to the onepieceyaoi100 community on livejournal. I thought I'd overdone the angst a bit, and wasn't sure how people would take to the idea, but i was pleased and surprised to find that it's got four positive comments in under twelve hours. So I decided to upload it here as well

I didn't mean for Buggy to come out looking as mean as he does... but there go.


Long shiny green hair. Washboard stomach. Legs that went on forever. White jeans so tight they would choke a weasel. And so young. Barely twenty, at a guess.

"His name's Cabaji, he's a flashy swordsman," the Captain had said, beaming. "And he rides a flashy unicycle!"

"Welcome aboard," was all Mohji had trusted himself to say, before he abruptly turned and left because he couldn't bear to see the way the Captain was undressing the new second mate with his eyes.

He wasn't at all surprised when Cabaji took the Captain's hand and followed him into his cabin – he'd been preparing himself for it all night. But it still broke his heart; he knew Buggy was fickle, but he hadn't expected him to get tired of him this soon.


Mohji had spent that night in the hold, crying into Richie's mane. If his beloved Captain preferred Cabaji's youth and beauty to his own unswerving love and devotion, then all he could do was step back and let him have it.

But that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.