Strawhat!Kuina - Drabble Thread (part 2)
More from the fantastic Pre-564 Chaos Thread of Doom.
Two ficlets, inspired by the prompt "Strawhat!Kuina"
Strawhat!Kuina
This… is not what she expected of her life. To find herself a pirate under the captaincy of a tiny boy with a dream bigger than he can possibly shoulder. It’s surreal and absurd and she thinks she lost a bit of her sanity when she looked into her new captain’s eyes.
But she has a responsibility. To another tiny boy with a dream.
A dream he believed in so strongly, worked so hard for. Sweated and suffered and cried for.
How could he have been so clumsy?
Human beings are so fragile, no matter how strong they are. She knows that now.
So she will watch over this new boy and his ridiculous dream, while she works towards hers.
She will reach their goal or die trying.
And Kuina can’t afford to lose.
~~
An argument
That’s enough.
The twirling and simpering and general dumbfuckery is annoying, but it's barely background noise; she can ignore it.
The constant jumping between her and supposed threats, one the other hand; the treating her like she needs to be protected… it has to stop.
Because he isn’t just disrespecting her - and every woman who ever stood on her own two feet.
He is disrespecting the memory of a young warrior who dreamt of being the best, who challenged her time and time again to that end, who refused the poor excuse of her gender and left her with his impossible goal.
An impossible goal that she will reach. A goal she will conquer.
And no flittering, sexist, kitchen boy is going to stand in her way.
****
“Hey. Cook.”
“Meeelloriiiiine! ♥” Kicking his ass has had no effect. Telling him to fuck off achieves nothing.
“We need to talk”
And she refuses to appeal to their captain - if the two of them can’t work this out then they can’t be nakama. Not now, not ever, and if he doesn’t remove his head from his ass he’s going to get himself killed looking out for her when he should be paying attention to his own fight.
“Of course, a gentleman always listens to a lady.”
“No! Not a lady! I am a swordswoman. I am a fighter. You think you’re good, with your precious little kicking style? I can kick your ass so hard your great-grandkids will feel it.”
"You are so strong, Kuina-swaaaan!"
It’s like they aren’t even speaking the same language.
Time to switch tacks.
"Cook-kun?” She will never be as adept at manipulation as that witch Nami…
"Yes Mellorine?!”
…but handling this idiot requires no skill.
“I need a favour.” She says, and wonders if she should bat her eyelashes or something.
But no-
“Your wish is my command!”
He should be embarrassed to be this easy. She’s embarrassed they were both chosen by the same captain.
“I need a sparing partner. For the level I’m at… training by myself just doesn’t cut it. I worry I’m losing my edge and then I’ll never achieve my dream.” Complete bullshit, every last word, but Dartbrow doesn’t need to know it.
And now he’s caught - trapped between his knee-jerk desire to do whatever anyone with breasts asks him, and that ridiculous code to never harm a woman. The jackass.
“I thought you might pose a bit more of a challenge than Usopp,” she continues - and it’s probably unsportsmanlike to play on his need to prove himself, “but if you don’t think you’re man enough to test that Zeff guy’s kicking thing against real weapons I guess there’s always Luffy…”
The way his face turns brick red after she trounces him honestly is most satisfying.
There is another fic in the same 'verse by naye here and a second one here. They are awesome and sweet and fantastic. &hearts
Two ficlets, inspired by the prompt "Strawhat!Kuina"
Strawhat!Kuina
This… is not what she expected of her life. To find herself a pirate under the captaincy of a tiny boy with a dream bigger than he can possibly shoulder. It’s surreal and absurd and she thinks she lost a bit of her sanity when she looked into her new captain’s eyes.
But she has a responsibility. To another tiny boy with a dream.
A dream he believed in so strongly, worked so hard for. Sweated and suffered and cried for.
How could he have been so clumsy?
Human beings are so fragile, no matter how strong they are. She knows that now.
So she will watch over this new boy and his ridiculous dream, while she works towards hers.
She will reach their goal or die trying.
And Kuina can’t afford to lose.
~~
An argument
That’s enough.
The twirling and simpering and general dumbfuckery is annoying, but it's barely background noise; she can ignore it.
The constant jumping between her and supposed threats, one the other hand; the treating her like she needs to be protected… it has to stop.
Because he isn’t just disrespecting her - and every woman who ever stood on her own two feet.
He is disrespecting the memory of a young warrior who dreamt of being the best, who challenged her time and time again to that end, who refused the poor excuse of her gender and left her with his impossible goal.
An impossible goal that she will reach. A goal she will conquer.
And no flittering, sexist, kitchen boy is going to stand in her way.
****
“Hey. Cook.”
“Meeelloriiiiine! ♥” Kicking his ass has had no effect. Telling him to fuck off achieves nothing.
“We need to talk”
And she refuses to appeal to their captain - if the two of them can’t work this out then they can’t be nakama. Not now, not ever, and if he doesn’t remove his head from his ass he’s going to get himself killed looking out for her when he should be paying attention to his own fight.
“Of course, a gentleman always listens to a lady.”
“No! Not a lady! I am a swordswoman. I am a fighter. You think you’re good, with your precious little kicking style? I can kick your ass so hard your great-grandkids will feel it.”
"You are so strong, Kuina-swaaaan!"
It’s like they aren’t even speaking the same language.
Time to switch tacks.
"Cook-kun?” She will never be as adept at manipulation as that witch Nami…
"Yes Mellorine?!”
…but handling this idiot requires no skill.
“I need a favour.” She says, and wonders if she should bat her eyelashes or something.
But no-
“Your wish is my command!”
He should be embarrassed to be this easy. She’s embarrassed they were both chosen by the same captain.
“I need a sparing partner. For the level I’m at… training by myself just doesn’t cut it. I worry I’m losing my edge and then I’ll never achieve my dream.” Complete bullshit, every last word, but Dartbrow doesn’t need to know it.
And now he’s caught - trapped between his knee-jerk desire to do whatever anyone with breasts asks him, and that ridiculous code to never harm a woman. The jackass.
“I thought you might pose a bit more of a challenge than Usopp,” she continues - and it’s probably unsportsmanlike to play on his need to prove himself, “but if you don’t think you’re man enough to test that Zeff guy’s kicking thing against real weapons I guess there’s always Luffy…”
The way his face turns brick red after she trounces him honestly is most satisfying.
There is another fic in the same 'verse by naye here and a second one here. They are awesome and sweet and fantastic. &hearts