Title: Makino the Matchmaker
Author: kawaiichiisaikitsune (piratekiari)
Rating: K
Pairings: LuffyxNami, SanjixRobin, UsoppxKaya, KuinaxZoroxTashigi, ShanksxMakino
Summary: He hadn't been back to visit for years. Maybe it was about time he did. Everyone else could use a vacation anyhow. So what if the desired island was out of the Grand Line... (Post-Water 7)
Disclaimer- I don't own One Piece or any of the characters.
I really really hate to bring all your hopes up and then shoot you back down. Read bottom A/N for explanation.
. . : Makino the Matchmaker : . .
-Chapter Two: Plans Gone Awry-
The old man turned his lip up in disgust at the crew, sniffing loudly in a sort of defiance. The Straw-hat Pirates just stared at him, taking in his odd fashion statement. He wore a plainly colored button-down shirt with striped pants, a striped hat, and sandals. Thick-rimmed glasses rested upon his nose and his beard was a sandy blonde, his mustache but a patch of fur above his lip.
"Oh, do be nice, Mr. Mayor. We haven't seen Luffy in years!" Makino exaggerated with a warm smile, "It's not often he visits, you know. And he's grown into a fine young man, just like the ones before him. Come now, welcome him home."
The mayor didn't look persuaded, but frowned slightly deeper than before. "There's something wrong with the whole lot of 'em," he responded coarsely, turning on his heel and storming back out of the bar.
"Well isn't he just the sweetest man alive," Nami rolled her eyes, resting her elbow on the counter and her chin in her hand.
"Oh, don't mind him," the tavern mistress continued to smile, pulling a couple glasses out from underneath the counter top, "He really does like Luffy and the rest of you. He's just not the most open-minded about pirates. Now why don't you all have a drink."
The Straw-Hat Pirates clanked glasses and mugs with each other, downing the bubbled alcohol in cheers to reaching the island and being able to have some real vacation time. Makino told them all that the marines very rarely came to the island, being off the Grand Line and less populated with pirates of any kind, and they trusted her word upon in. So they drank and ate at the tavern, happy to have the free time to relax and enjoy themselves. The log-pose and how long it possibly took to set was forgotten about.
-END-
--IMPORTANT A/N--
I'm extremely sorry to any "hardcore" fans of this story, but I can't see myself ever finishing this. I really hated to post like this; really I seriously do; especially after so long. :( The passage above was all I could get of the second chapter before I seemed to loose interest in it altogether. I can't tell you how sorry I am. But as consolation, I don't mind in the least if someone else wants to pick up where I left off and make it their own. I have absolutely no problems with it as long as I get a tiny bit of credit for the initial idea, beyond that I have no issues. So, again, sorry to any true fans. :(
Flames are ignored, constructive criticism is highly appreciated, and praise is great for the ego.
