Busy little fic-bee today.
Apr. 6th, 2006 04:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianDamn, I really ought to be asleep. But I'm just glad that I finally got around to finishing this.
Title: The Pursuit of Justice
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 at best.
Summary: SmoZeff with a couple of secret surprise guests. Smoker and Hina nearly catch a criminal. Nearly.
“STOP! In the name of the World Government, halt and be arrested!” The announcement never worked—if anything it made criminals run faster—but there was always a first time for everything.
Smoker poured down the street in semi-Logia form, ignoring the stiff breeze that pushed against his half-solid face and tugged at his smoke. Hina was right behind him, and the cries of “Devil Fruit battle!” were going up as he chased this random good-for-nothing thief and probable pirate. He didn’t look like much, but damn if he wasn’t doing a fine job of outrunning a Logia user. If it weren’t for his brilliantly red hair, Smoker would have lost him long ago.
It was strange how the prospect of a fight with cursed powers cleared the streets faster than a cry of “Fire!” Smoker didn’t like thinking about what that meant to his future ability to relate to the people he was supposed to protect.
The red-haired boy sprinted into the marketplace, weaving between people who had either frozen in confusion or run in panic. His purposeful movement made him stand out like a sore thumb from the height that Smoker was traveling at, though he’d probably have lost a pursuer who was confined to chasing on foot.
Smoker tracked the bobbing, weaving redhead across the market, through a couple of stands, and almost to the far side, when suddenly that bright spot of red flew sideways in what looked like an uncontrolled manner. He slammed into a fish cart and was buried under a pile of halibut.
Upon reaching the scene, he found his suspect motionless and Zeff apologizing to the cart owner for kicking someone into it. There was a faint groan from under the fish, and Smoker prodded one twitching leg with his jitte.
After the fish-cart owner’s charges of property destruction had been dealt with (Regulation 364.7, paragraph A: destruction of civilian property in the course of making an arrest, subsection iii: Devil Fruit users—Logia type, which essentially boiled down to “Send us the bill, we’ll pay for it”), Smoker managed to keep a mostly straight face while telling Zeff, “Good job, citizen.”
Zeff just smiled very slowly at him and said, “It’s good to see the Navy so diligent in its work.”
At about that point, Smoker realized his prey had squirmed out from under the fish and scarpered, Ori-Ori shackles and all.
The language Smoker used following that discovery was unbefitting of an officer and a gentleman, but Smoker was not yet an officer and had never been a gentleman. Besides, Hina was busy stripping the paint off of what was left of the fish cart with her opinion on fleet-footed redheaded swordsmen.
Dammit, now Smoker was pissed. If there was one thing he hated, it was the fucking One That Got Away.
Fortunately, a very immediate method of stress relief was standing a few feet away and looking on with barely-concealed amusement.
****
Lacking other options, Naval Cadet Smoker politely asked the man who had aided in the botched arrest to come along and answer some questions, help with the criminal’s description, things like that. One Zeff, professional sea cook, said it was his duty as an upstanding citizen of the World Government to aid the Navy in any way possible. Naval Cadet Hina abruptly took ill and had to go off to an alley to be by herself for a little bit while she got over what appeared to be a case of minor hysterics.
They went to a hotel, where Smoker “questioned” Zeff extensively. In detail. For most of the day. Went over a few things twice, just to make sure that he’d got them right.
After all, a Marine must be exacting in his pursuit of justice.
****
“Shanks, how the hell did you get this stuff on you? It’s like iron, but it’s tighter than any shackles I’ve ever seen or heard of before. This is going to take forever to saw off.”
“An evil pink-haired Marine-girl. She was good-looking, though, so I forgive her.”
“…You know, these are kind of a good look on you. I think I might leave them.”
“Ben!”
“Or I could try shooting them off. How much do you trust me?”
“BEN!”
Title: The Pursuit of Justice
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 at best.
Summary: SmoZeff with a couple of secret surprise guests. Smoker and Hina nearly catch a criminal. Nearly.
“STOP! In the name of the World Government, halt and be arrested!” The announcement never worked—if anything it made criminals run faster—but there was always a first time for everything.
Smoker poured down the street in semi-Logia form, ignoring the stiff breeze that pushed against his half-solid face and tugged at his smoke. Hina was right behind him, and the cries of “Devil Fruit battle!” were going up as he chased this random good-for-nothing thief and probable pirate. He didn’t look like much, but damn if he wasn’t doing a fine job of outrunning a Logia user. If it weren’t for his brilliantly red hair, Smoker would have lost him long ago.
It was strange how the prospect of a fight with cursed powers cleared the streets faster than a cry of “Fire!” Smoker didn’t like thinking about what that meant to his future ability to relate to the people he was supposed to protect.
The red-haired boy sprinted into the marketplace, weaving between people who had either frozen in confusion or run in panic. His purposeful movement made him stand out like a sore thumb from the height that Smoker was traveling at, though he’d probably have lost a pursuer who was confined to chasing on foot.
Smoker tracked the bobbing, weaving redhead across the market, through a couple of stands, and almost to the far side, when suddenly that bright spot of red flew sideways in what looked like an uncontrolled manner. He slammed into a fish cart and was buried under a pile of halibut.
Upon reaching the scene, he found his suspect motionless and Zeff apologizing to the cart owner for kicking someone into it. There was a faint groan from under the fish, and Smoker prodded one twitching leg with his jitte.
After the fish-cart owner’s charges of property destruction had been dealt with (Regulation 364.7, paragraph A: destruction of civilian property in the course of making an arrest, subsection iii: Devil Fruit users—Logia type, which essentially boiled down to “Send us the bill, we’ll pay for it”), Smoker managed to keep a mostly straight face while telling Zeff, “Good job, citizen.”
Zeff just smiled very slowly at him and said, “It’s good to see the Navy so diligent in its work.”
At about that point, Smoker realized his prey had squirmed out from under the fish and scarpered, Ori-Ori shackles and all.
The language Smoker used following that discovery was unbefitting of an officer and a gentleman, but Smoker was not yet an officer and had never been a gentleman. Besides, Hina was busy stripping the paint off of what was left of the fish cart with her opinion on fleet-footed redheaded swordsmen.
Dammit, now Smoker was pissed. If there was one thing he hated, it was the fucking One That Got Away.
Fortunately, a very immediate method of stress relief was standing a few feet away and looking on with barely-concealed amusement.
****
Lacking other options, Naval Cadet Smoker politely asked the man who had aided in the botched arrest to come along and answer some questions, help with the criminal’s description, things like that. One Zeff, professional sea cook, said it was his duty as an upstanding citizen of the World Government to aid the Navy in any way possible. Naval Cadet Hina abruptly took ill and had to go off to an alley to be by herself for a little bit while she got over what appeared to be a case of minor hysterics.
They went to a hotel, where Smoker “questioned” Zeff extensively. In detail. For most of the day. Went over a few things twice, just to make sure that he’d got them right.
After all, a Marine must be exacting in his pursuit of justice.
****
“Shanks, how the hell did you get this stuff on you? It’s like iron, but it’s tighter than any shackles I’ve ever seen or heard of before. This is going to take forever to saw off.”
“An evil pink-haired Marine-girl. She was good-looking, though, so I forgive her.”
“…You know, these are kind of a good look on you. I think I might leave them.”
“Ben!”
“Or I could try shooting them off. How much do you trust me?”
“BEN!”
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Date: 2006-04-06 09:36 am (UTC)And I believe I have a small case of hysterics too. At work. That is all with the bad. XD
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Date: 2006-04-06 10:18 am (UTC)I havent seen Shanks in any fic in AGGGGGGGGGGGGES. I have suddenly have this huge weight of missing him. He's be absent so long. One of the main things that kept me reading(pre chapter 55) the OP manga was the prospect that ONE DAY Shanks and Luffy will meet up, and it will be touching and cuddly and Shanks will demand he get his goddamn hat back and Luffy will refuse and then snuggle into his chest and cry just a little while Shanks pets his hair with one hand. Ben will look fondly on in the background and the Straw Hat pirates will all go huh? at seeing their captain hugging the daylights out of a completely (if roguish) stranger.
... wow, that comment completely took me over.
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Date: 2006-04-07 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-07 05:31 am (UTC)But for right now, Shanks just made Smoker-kin's shit list.
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Date: 2006-04-08 07:06 am (UTC)Your Smoker/Zeff is the best crack pairing ever ♥.
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Date: 2006-04-08 07:31 am (UTC)As for the Smoker/Zeff, I like to
pretendthink so.(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-19 04:09 am (UTC)Man, these Smoker/Zeff fics are fantasic. ^_^ I have a request- could you please friend me so I can read the rest of them?
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Date: 2007-06-19 09:58 am (UTC)