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Name: Home
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Rating: PG
Topic: Filth
Word count: 349
Summary: Nami and Vivi talked about home.
Side note: Random fic post. Whee.
Nami and Vivi talked about home.
Vivi told her about an overprotective father and a caretaker, bitterness eating into her voice for a brief moment, and she took a deep breath and continued.
Her eyes flickered with long-forgotten excitement as she went on about markets that sold what seemed like everything in existence in the eyes of a girl at eight years old, about a meeting of leaders from all over the world whose shadows loomed over her tiny form like gigantic monsters [no, she wasn't one bit scared], about a brave group of childhood friends who were always there for her, and about trudging through puddles and mud after rainy days that with time became numbered and brought drought and anger and rebels and...
Vivi's shoulders began to shake and her voice cracked, and Nami draped her arms around her fragile frame, holding her close, letting her cry.
When her tears dried, Vivi looked up at Nami, her eyes still slightly red and wide with curiosity.
Nami hesitated for a few seconds before she began speaking happily about tangerine trees and a mother and a sister and a father and pinwheels and stealing books from a shop and villagers who patted her on the head with a smile while muttering "Na-chan, you little brat".
Her words became brief and she started talking almost too quickly for the younger girl to comprehend when she reached the part of the story that spoke of mermen and an argument and a gunshot, and eventually the words got stuck in her throat. Vivi clutched at the sleeve of her shirt and the navigator swallowed and continued - her voice grew steadier and steadier as she talked about a certain idiot wearing a straw-hat, the mermen's defeat and the freedom of the village, and by the time she was finished she was smiling widely and assuring the blue-haired girl her story will end the same way. Vivi smiled too.
The part about returning home filthy and exhausted, and being forced to draw dozens of maps with shaking, bloody hands, Nami kept to herself.
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Rating: PG
Topic: Filth
Word count: 349
Summary: Nami and Vivi talked about home.
Side note: Random fic post. Whee.
Nami and Vivi talked about home.
Vivi told her about an overprotective father and a caretaker, bitterness eating into her voice for a brief moment, and she took a deep breath and continued.
Her eyes flickered with long-forgotten excitement as she went on about markets that sold what seemed like everything in existence in the eyes of a girl at eight years old, about a meeting of leaders from all over the world whose shadows loomed over her tiny form like gigantic monsters [no, she wasn't one bit scared], about a brave group of childhood friends who were always there for her, and about trudging through puddles and mud after rainy days that with time became numbered and brought drought and anger and rebels and...
Vivi's shoulders began to shake and her voice cracked, and Nami draped her arms around her fragile frame, holding her close, letting her cry.
When her tears dried, Vivi looked up at Nami, her eyes still slightly red and wide with curiosity.
Nami hesitated for a few seconds before she began speaking happily about tangerine trees and a mother and a sister and a father and pinwheels and stealing books from a shop and villagers who patted her on the head with a smile while muttering "Na-chan, you little brat".
Her words became brief and she started talking almost too quickly for the younger girl to comprehend when she reached the part of the story that spoke of mermen and an argument and a gunshot, and eventually the words got stuck in her throat. Vivi clutched at the sleeve of her shirt and the navigator swallowed and continued - her voice grew steadier and steadier as she talked about a certain idiot wearing a straw-hat, the mermen's defeat and the freedom of the village, and by the time she was finished she was smiling widely and assuring the blue-haired girl her story will end the same way. Vivi smiled too.
The part about returning home filthy and exhausted, and being forced to draw dozens of maps with shaking, bloody hands, Nami kept to herself.