Finally got back to this thing.
Sep. 5th, 2006 08:14 pmTitle: Chrome
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Pairing/Character: Fullbody.
Drabble Franky 9000 Component: 5/30.
Swords and guns had always struck Fullbody as foolish—what was the point of a weapon you could lose? This, of course, was why Fullbody fought with his fists. Fists were very difficult to disarm and never needed reloading.
Unfortunately, fists also tended to be distressingly fragile. After he’d shattered his right hand as a recruit, he’d been told he’d never fight again. Instead, he’d talked his superior into letting the doctors try something on him, a variation of the metal pins they sometimes put in broken bones.
It had worked, and he’d become Ironfist Fullbody. It'd turned out that the ladies loved a man with interesting body piercings who could dance. His future in the Navy had looked promising, he’d won a few dance competitions, and he had his fightin’ hand and his lovin’ hand. Even after the debacle with Kreig, his career had still been afloat, if slightly becalmed.
And then he’d met Jango.
Jango was a good man and a better friend. They shared tastes in clothes, dancing, and women. Fullbody didn’t regret giving up his rank in the slightest.
But occasionally, he wished he’d skipped that dance-off.
“Is your hand okay?”
“I think it’s broken.” Actually, Fullbody knew it was broken. The feeling wasn’t something one forgot.
“Oh hell.” Jango dropped his bloody chakram—bloodied half a second late, but at least he’d survived to bloody it at all—and started bellowing for a medic.
Fullbody tried to draw himself up straight when he saw the lovely Captain Hina coming this way. Maybe she’d be touched by the fact that he’d sacrificed his good hand for his friend. Maybe she would swoon, just the tiniest bit, over his bravery.
“Hmm. Maybe you can get something with chrome this time, Fullbody.”
Ah, Captain Hina was so thoughtful.
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Pairing/Character: Fullbody.
Drabble Franky 9000 Component: 5/30.
Swords and guns had always struck Fullbody as foolish—what was the point of a weapon you could lose? This, of course, was why Fullbody fought with his fists. Fists were very difficult to disarm and never needed reloading.
Unfortunately, fists also tended to be distressingly fragile. After he’d shattered his right hand as a recruit, he’d been told he’d never fight again. Instead, he’d talked his superior into letting the doctors try something on him, a variation of the metal pins they sometimes put in broken bones.
It had worked, and he’d become Ironfist Fullbody. It'd turned out that the ladies loved a man with interesting body piercings who could dance. His future in the Navy had looked promising, he’d won a few dance competitions, and he had his fightin’ hand and his lovin’ hand. Even after the debacle with Kreig, his career had still been afloat, if slightly becalmed.
And then he’d met Jango.
Jango was a good man and a better friend. They shared tastes in clothes, dancing, and women. Fullbody didn’t regret giving up his rank in the slightest.
But occasionally, he wished he’d skipped that dance-off.
“Is your hand okay?”
“I think it’s broken.” Actually, Fullbody knew it was broken. The feeling wasn’t something one forgot.
“Oh hell.” Jango dropped his bloody chakram—bloodied half a second late, but at least he’d survived to bloody it at all—and started bellowing for a medic.
Fullbody tried to draw himself up straight when he saw the lovely Captain Hina coming this way. Maybe she’d be touched by the fact that he’d sacrificed his good hand for his friend. Maybe she would swoon, just the tiniest bit, over his bravery.
“Hmm. Maybe you can get something with chrome this time, Fullbody.”
Ah, Captain Hina was so thoughtful.
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