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chibi_trillianAs I make my shiny props question far easier to answer--music behind link. Doesn't quite fit the actual fic, but this is not a songchallenge, dammit. Hey, even if my writing sucks, music for you. If you like electronica, anyway. And don't already have it.
Title: Beloved
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Word Count: 279.
Rating: G.
Pairing/Character: Kaya.
Drabble Franky 9000 Component: 1/30.
She’s waiting for him. Her prince, her bard, her beloved.
The girls at the medical school don’t understand. There are plenty of fine boys right here; why wait for one who has run off to be a pirate? He’ll probably be killed, and he’ll definitely come back a dirty, drunken brute. Far better to have a nice doctor for a husband, they say, fluttering their lashes at the male medical students while she buries her nose deeper in a book and tries not to want to hit them with it.
The boys understand less. She is young, she is beautiful, she is wealthy—why should an heiress settle for a filthy pirate? He probably just wants your money and your body, and when he’s had both he’ll leave again, they proclaim, looking most concerned while she sees thoughts the same as that hypothetical filthy pirate’s sliding greasily along the backs of their eyes.
The girls flutter and twitter about true love and murmur that she’s insane when they think she can’t hear them.
The boys heap on false flattery, sweet lies that fall flat and stale in comparison to the wonderful ones she used to have poured in her ear every day, and call her an ice princess, spoiled and cold, behind her back.
All of them call her liar, for they doubt her prince exists.
She takes the title—his title—proudly, though she cannot spin a tale nearly so well as her bard, and waits patiently for his bounty poster to show up in the daily newspaper so she can put her pirate, her ruffian, her beloved up on the wall for the whole world to see.
Title: Beloved
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Word Count: 279.
Rating: G.
Pairing/Character: Kaya.
Drabble Franky 9000 Component: 1/30.
She’s waiting for him. Her prince, her bard, her beloved.
The girls at the medical school don’t understand. There are plenty of fine boys right here; why wait for one who has run off to be a pirate? He’ll probably be killed, and he’ll definitely come back a dirty, drunken brute. Far better to have a nice doctor for a husband, they say, fluttering their lashes at the male medical students while she buries her nose deeper in a book and tries not to want to hit them with it.
The boys understand less. She is young, she is beautiful, she is wealthy—why should an heiress settle for a filthy pirate? He probably just wants your money and your body, and when he’s had both he’ll leave again, they proclaim, looking most concerned while she sees thoughts the same as that hypothetical filthy pirate’s sliding greasily along the backs of their eyes.
The girls flutter and twitter about true love and murmur that she’s insane when they think she can’t hear them.
The boys heap on false flattery, sweet lies that fall flat and stale in comparison to the wonderful ones she used to have poured in her ear every day, and call her an ice princess, spoiled and cold, behind her back.
All of them call her liar, for they doubt her prince exists.
She takes the title—his title—proudly, though she cannot spin a tale nearly so well as her bard, and waits patiently for his bounty poster to show up in the daily newspaper so she can put her pirate, her ruffian, her beloved up on the wall for the whole world to see.
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Date: 2006-08-19 04:44 am (UTC)Kaya, oh, Kaya. They're both such sweethearts. ;____; What I adore most of all is that she doesn't, can't think much of their lies, because she's been treated with grander ones before. It just -- you can see the silently smug smile on her face, nodding and thinking, you'll see. And then she'll get that newspaper clipping someday, and everyone will see, and they will be all "...HIM?" and she'll be all "HIM. =D" because she knows who he really is. HOW CHEESY AND ROMANTIC AND SWEET AND KAYAAAAA. ^____^
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Date: 2006-08-19 05:14 am (UTC)ignore plz my irrational fondness for Sanji/Usopp/Kaya fics, though so few of them exist. They're just so...canon. And romantic. And silly. Together. With italics. ^_^(no subject)
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Date: 2006-08-19 06:22 am (UTC)I... I am guilty of this same sin. And I have no idea why either. I mean, there's probably some reason, some primal scientific reason, but it baffles me too much to allow thinking about.I WANT YOUR ICON TO BE HIS WANTED POSTER. IT WOULD BE THE MOST AWESOME THING. And Kaya will beam and be all, "That's mah man. =) =) =)" And somewhere on the Grand Line, Usopp will inexplicably feel happy all of a sudden.(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-19 06:19 am (UTC)Oh, fuck. I'm so speechless. while she sees thoughts the same as that hypothetical filthy pirate’s sliding greasily along the backs of their eyes. I fucking love this line, and then the rest of it, the torment she has to go through, the pressure and everything and they're both just waiting for each other. It's such a sweet painful little fairytale and the bit about waiting for his bounty to show up was just awesome beyond all hell. Arghargh. T_____T Shit. So much Kaya love.
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