Summary: Drabbles and prompts and quotes.
Warning/Note: DON'T OWN IT DAMMIT, WHY DON'T YOU READ?! Anyway haven't seen you guys for like a few days and I felt really sad that I didn't have the time to update. Hope you enjoy this one!
Breathing Just A Little
Some days
it is the things
I hold beautiful,
necessary and vital that crush me:
that pull me into despair
and cut me down in half.
Zoro lays his swords down-just for a moment, though he does step away and marvels the unfamiliar absence of his swords.
He sits down in front of them, a clear line between them and each taken out with their sheath's next to them.
Shusui is first and when Zoro leans across that blade, covering it with his shadow and staring down at the blade who has seen more then he could ever dream. Though the blade doesn't admit it, Shusui imprints knowledge to Zoro and berates him for every move, complaining Zoro should be more like a Samurai.
(Zoro is always grateful, tossing a rare grin in crowd of annoyed glares).
Sandai Kitetsu, it's blood-thirsty being would always look for a reason to overthrow Zoro but after he had become stronger and no mercy to enemies, Kitetsu and him have gotten closer:more malicious grins shared over bloody enemies.
(And when the enemy get's closer, almost a draw of blood, Kitetsu whirls, biting back with sharp blows and anger and snarls of don't touch him and Zoro struggles to hold him down, and later caressing him gently, letting him know that he is okay).
Wado Ichimonji is the last and he looks at, staring-almost- into the soul of the blade.
Wado has always been there, not peaceful but not blood-thirsty either.
Balance, not like Yabashiri who would calm them all down with disapproving glaces and speaking to them individually, ignoring their jagged blows and angry, babbling tongues and smiles with divine patience.
(Zoro doesn't take a look back when Yabashiri is smiling, each crack filling with brightness and Yabashiri urges him to carry on crumbling all the while into dust and Zoro nor his swords shed any tears, but promise to fight harder so none of them will be damned like the kind soul she is, sacrificing with no regrets).
Wado Ichimonji has been in the hands of masters and those of revenge and even Dracule Mihawk himself who rejected him but he tells Zoro that he is the favorite master because he dreams and fight with a drive, a goal and fights to protect those he dare call family
(Wado Ichimonji presses into Zoro's shaking, young hand and tells him to carry him. To fight and live and become the World's Greatest Swordsmen with his help and Zoro takes him with tears and promises to fight and never lose).
Even despite all of this, Zoro shuffles backwards, still maintains eye-contact with all of them before sighs.
Zoro would still fight but even so it was time to meditate, to pause and accept and appreciate the stillness, the peace.
(And Zoro never asked, but he wonders if Wado Ichimonji could ever save Kuina who held her as passionately as him and shared the same potential as him).
"ENEMY SHIP!"
Zoro gets up, slowly and retrieves all of them, responding to each of their comments and when he spots something glinting he is already there, swords posed and enemy ready.
And when all the enemies are all on the floor, Zoro stands up and joins the flurry of activities on the crew and at the end of the day sometimes his swords, unintentionally, cut into his heart but its the past and he needs to spot dwelling.
(Like Kuina, her own blade rejecting her and picking Zoro instead).
Guilt
He has a promise to fulfill.
(Zoro needs to carry on moving, wounds be damned).
Tashigi narrows her eyes at the pirate in front of her, sword glinting and she grits her teeth, her own sword ready.
And then she loses, defeated by the same sword she wants to save.
Sorry, Wado Ichimonji tells her almost gently, He is my master and we will defeat the rest of them. I need no saving.
Tashigi doesn't stop and her own sword pauses her. I understand you goal but what would you gain, not all of them are like me you know...
She doesn't answer but carries on fighting and Wado Ichimonji doesn't talk anymore, swords striking but no blood being shed and Tashigi knows she's being taken as a fool but she will still fight for a sword that doesn't want her.
(That will happily fight for a blood-thirsty man who despite Tashigi's reluctance to say, seems to love them, his swords).
Tashigi has pride and even though they all tell her, each sword in their own way, Tashigi still fights despite it all because she is stubborn and she has her own goal, her own dream and she'll do it no matter what.
(Even if they all snarl at her, metal pointing her way).
She sighs, another sword pointed in her way but her own who is scarred and tells her of the blood she can no longer scrub off her skin and believe will never glint again.
(And that is why she fights: to stop all this blood, to save those who believe that they will never shine again).
Shigure roars, defeated enemy below her but nothing scattered as they, together- never one but two fight for their dream.
(Stained hands grabs onto the dirty sheath, grinning whilst the sword cries out in pain for herself and the victim who loses his life).
My culture, my faith, my family.
...
Some days, everything
is chains around
my ankles, my throat, my lungs.
Vivi inhales, voice breaking and eyes watering with a liquid even as a young one she had not spilled.
The first drop dribbles past her cheek and she bites her mouth, unaware of the pain but eyes only in a trance as they watch the flames, barley comprehending the situation.
The blood drops and Vivi bites harder not to let anything escape her lips and Nami takes her into an embrace and Vivi, later on, will notice the understanding and her heart will thump in pain because no one should know the pain of watching a loved one die in front of them.
Purposefully.
Vivi is 16 and she needs to stop a war and prove the Crocodile, a Warlord, is the man who destroyed her country.
The thought brings laughter to most ears.
Her throat isn't working and she is hauled onto the ship, working with Pirates to save lives.
Vivi is happy despite the current position and enjoys every night and that if they met in different circumstances she would happily join them but every moment in her eyes is a person dropping to the floor and it haunts her every night.
(And each second is death and tears and screaming and begs while Vivi is here; safe).
The flames come again, waving in the wind, stronger than before and dancing and glowing and bigger ever minute.
It engulfs her whole country and there is nothing left but her Father's crown which she picks up with broken fingers.
(Vivi a princess? To what country, everyone's dead!)
Vivi wakes up, gasping all the while and bursts into tears, blubbering and shouting and Nami holds her, quietly.
Every single moment despite the happiness bubbling within her Vivi still fights and in her eyes that is not enough.
She can feel them, heavy and bounding and cold shackles.
(And they will never fall off).
Robin learn to ignore the children and to take the tomatoes and the stones until one day she has enough and hits back.
(She never does it again; red mark etched onto her cheek, fear griping her heart and squeezing-)
She reads until there is nothing to read and stores all the information.
And then there are the Archeologists that she meets for only a few hours a day and in those few hours there is something Robin enjoys.
(Unlike the coldness and forced blank faces and red fingers sick of scrubbing and bruises).
Robin smiles at the Archeologists, reassuring them.
Something clinks and only something Robin can see ties her to everything around her.
But she still smiles despite having it being so close together and not being able to wipe away her tears.
The chains...
And there is Saul and deaths and everything is so much more tighter.
The shackles...
It hurts and imaginary bruises and dead people's taunts come for her.
yOU MONsteR
dONt CoME tO OuR VIlLaGE
juST DIE
Robin drops her head.
"If you ever get sad, just laugh! Remember Robin, laughter is the way to happiness!"
"NOBODY IN THIS WORLD IS BORN TO BE ALONE!"
Robin tries to fight back with her chains but they're only, slowly and agonizingly wrapped around her again and again until she cannot breathe and gives up, forced laughter and a dream being the only medicine to carry on.
Sanji does not smile, and only looks down with a bruised and dirty face.
It's hard against his head, the metal bites into his skin and sometimes the guards beat him up.
His is in a cell and given food everyday.
No baths and sometimes they would give him no food so he would have to each anything that there: cockroaches, flies and all sorts of bugs.
(The funny thing about all this is that Sanji feels that nothing has changed).
"What's the sky like today?" Sanji asks and the first time he's given a beaten for supposedly 'direspect'.
But he asks again because it is the only thing Sanji can hold onto.
The great and divine and free sky and Sanji believes that if he can hold on then he will not be completely in chains, not completely a prisoner.
So he asks everyday, it's thought giving him some sort of a brightness within him and Sanji knows the real thing is better then his memories.
(He doesn't forget about cook books either).
One guard always answers him but after something happened and Sanji was beaten, worse then before and he stares at a back he used to trust.
There is something hurting inside of him that not even his cook books nor the great sky can fix.
Sanji falls to the floor, vision blurry and doesn't respond to any calls because the bone in his arm is jutted out into an awkward angle.
(It's only Germa 66's science that saves his arm).
No one speaks to Sanji anymore no matter how hard he shouts and no matter what he does they don't come in.
His Cook Books are thrown away, forcibly.
The sky is becoming something foggy, far away and almost a dream.
Sanji's head is barley above water and he is drowning.
(Because Sanji is alone and the metal before didn't matter but now it does because that's all he has-it's coldness).
Sanji drowns and some days it's hard to not to fall further in the water and just give up because the chain has fastened itself on his neck and he cannot breathe anymore.
I am static;
I am small,
I am wrong
Law is nothing.
Law is just one human in the world.
He is just one child and just like all the dead bodies around him-they are also nothing.
Nothing compared to the World.
He laughs, sound maniac and child-like as he wanders around, stepping over the bodies.
To the world Law is wrong, he is something, he is it and should be removed.
He should disappear, his very existence a crime.
The World is is tying him with a chain and spinning him and trying to draw him to them, to remove him.
Law is a immobile, dead to most but still has the energy, the will and the drive to move.
Law is nothing.
Law is it.
Law has committed a crime for existing, for having an illness and trying to escape the clutches of the world.
He runs, bomb on body and white patches covering.
Law will die, because what's wrong with that?
He should have died with them.
Burned in a fire.
Shot by bullets.
Succumb to the illness, slowly.
(Law does not deserve to have this life when some many other have lost theirs-it's just not fair).
Nihility: the state or condition of being nothing; nothingness; nullity.
Law does not have anything life: his family, his home, his dream-everything burning to nothingness.
Nothing.
(So he straps on the bombs without any thought, risking his life to prove something, to try and gain a goal, to fight for the things he used to have.
Law smiles.
He has nothing left to lose because he is nothing).
And so he launches himself, the bomb heavy on his body but not feeling wrong.
There's nothing to lose; burning of flesh in his nose and screams in his ears and red covering his hands.
These days,
I cannot remember
what anything means.
- Purpose
Garp stands tall, saluting to the Celestial Dragons.
And they just shot a child for being happy.
For smiling and Garp twitches but Sengoku lays a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
Garp the Hero, the guy who would never hesitate to help another is frozen in his tracks, eyes on the child bleeding slowly and ears filled with laughter and a cocking of a gun, again and again.
This isn't the first time seeing a dead body but it was his first time seeing someone die for no reason.
(And he protects the killers, as a Marine).
The newly vice-admiral purses his lips, invisible tears streaming down his face and later, when the moonlight shines and everybody is asleep, Garp sneaks out and stares at the body still lying there and he buries him.
Garp then washes the blood off his hands and the next day acts like all is alright until the Celestial Dragon calls them to arrest the parents of the little boy and claim that they were the who buried their own child.
(And Garp knows, even as young as he is that no parent should ever have to bury their child).
He let's them go free, break them out of the cells and they run with tears in their eyes and claim to be forever in his debt.
Garp salutes the Celestial Dragon the next day with a grin.
It happens again-random people being killed and this time Sengoku keeps a leash on him, holding him back and they both cry together.
(They cry for they are not the Marines that they wanted to be, they do not protect justice like they promise to do).
Garp an feel the weight of the Marine symbol on his back and the word Justice on the Marine name but he still moves forwards.
There are days he stares, silently at the symbol of hope and the symbol people turn to for a savior.
Garp sits on his room, moving only for food or to go toilet, still silently staring at the symbol.
These days, where there is nothing but him-he reflects.
And those days, eyes-unseeing of everything around him but all the people he let be damned.
It's these days that Garp doesn't remember what anything means.