Bege felt old. He knew he was only just turning 40 today, but he could almost predict that his bones would start creaking when the clock hit midnight. He stuck one of his cigars in his mouth, and strode onto the deck. At least age came with respect. As he stepped out of the doorway, immediately his entourage gathered around him. Not exactly blocking his path, but just crowding his space. He'd instilled a deep sense of respect for himself in these buffoon's brains, and he wouldn't let 'em forget it. If they got too close, he'd lunch 'em. He straightened his tie, and proceeded. His crew followed. He cracked his knuckles. His crew cracked theirs. He adjusted his solid gold rings. Those of his crew who had rings did the same, and those who didn't just played with their fingers.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?" he snarled, whipping his head back to look at his foolish men. One stepped forward sheepishly.
"We're just tryin' to be like you, Father," he said, twisting his rings.
"Gimme 'dem rings," Bege snapped, thrusting his hand towards the newbie. The man took off his rings and dropped them in Bege's palm. Bege examined them, looking to see if they had any value. Picking a few of them out of his palm, he flung the rest over board.
"There can only be one of me, ya hear?" he shouted. "Respect does not mean mimicry you fools!"
The crew nodded their heads, and shuffled off. Bege sighed. 'Youngsters these days…' he thought, and stuck one of the pocketed rings on his own finger.
A.N.: *sigh* I know I'm late. My mother shares her birthday with Bege, and you know how they are. I couldn't get on my computer all day. Anyways, here's the extremely short drabble. Sorry, I just don't feel like we have enough information about Bege to really make a one-shot. But he's an awesome character, and I hope Odacchi uses him soon! Reviews, Favourites, and Subscriptions are much appreciated. See you on January 27th for Lola!