Tattoo fun!
Just posted this over at op_fanforall2 and I thought I'd post it here too since it's my very first One piece fanfiction. Yaaay! Paaaarty.
The prompt was the story behind how Ace got the ASCE tattoo on his arm, so i just ran with it in this short piece. :>
Enjoy!
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"Stay still! I'll mess it up otherwise."
"Do you even know you to work that damn thing!?"
"I can still kick your scrawny ass out of this place with half an A on your arm, brat."
Ace frowned and wriggled under the artist's scrutinizing glare. This place wasn't exactly to his tastes to say the least, peeling yellow wallpaper and a potent stench of alcohol hung in the air. He pursed his lips and huffed. The last three tattoo parlors had refused his service because he looked a little too young for eighteen, this was the best he was going to get.
The fire user had only just turned eighteen around three weeks ago, and decided to celebrate by getting himself a tattoo. He'd spent ages trying to figure out what he'd wanted to get, forever throwing ideas left and right to his crew, only to have most of them shot down as ridiculous. In the end, he just thought it would be nice and simple to get his own name done. Something to show off and make sure the world saw him for Ace, not for any other name.
"How long is this gonna take anyway? You normally this slow or am I a special case?" He teased the narky tattooist with a shit-eating grin and earned himself a growl in response. Ace bit his lip as he finished off the first letter, but didn't remember much else as his narcolepsy kicked in, his head hitting the table in front of him with drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.
The artist watched Ace with slight disbelief, he picked up his needle again and started working on the second letter. A wicked thought crossed his mind, a way to repay the cheeky bugger of a pirate for his behavior. He quickly worked the next letter into an S, about to turn the rather mundane tattoo into a rude statement instead when his 'customer' jerked to life with a jaw-cracking yawn.
"Maaaan! I gotta stop doing th-...What is that?" Ace asked, his expression quickly turned from a bleary-eyed scamp into a raging hellion as he caught sight of his arm in the mirror.
"Fix it. Now." He snarled, eyes alight with anger as he stood, not quite as tall as the tattooist but certainly twenty times more imposing.
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Around three hours later, Ace left the parlor with a less than pleased expression on his face. His arm caked in bandages, but at least he knew that the artist wouldn't be getting many customers anytime soon. He turned on his heel and looked back at the nicely toasted building, feeling rather pleased at his handiwork. Ace quickly made his way back to the ship, inwardly preparing himself for months of teasing from his crew.
Who the hell has a name like ASCE anyway? No amount of charm would save him from that embarrassment, that was for sure.