Fic: Sunglasses, Chapter 1
Continuing our season of pearoasting One Piece fanfiction, we bring to you:
Title: Sunglasses
Overall Rating: Worksafe, if nothing else. So far there's a bit of swearing from Garp but nothing really naughty.
Word Count: Looooong.
Pairing: CobyMeppo <3
Summary: When Coby is promoted ahead of Helmeppo in the Navy, Helmeppo's reaction is strong to say the least. Is it envy...or something more?
It had been three days since Helmeppo had spoken to him. Three long, stubborn days punctuated by prolonged silence, the exchanging of glares to stun even the fiercest medusa and one-way conversations with the back of Helmeppo’s head. Coby was at a complete loss as of what to do. Helmeppo was the resentful type. God knows he had enough to complain about (namely a psychotic father, the loss of all family glory and that chin. A cleft of that depth had not been seen since Lucky Roux had dropped his shorts at a passing navy ship).
But ever since their promotion from Zatsuyou Helmeppo’s complaining had gradually become less and less until it seemed that the young marine had reached a happy medium. He still talked about the “good old days” from time to time and occasionally threatened injury upon Luffy in his sleep but otherwise Helmeppo had become…well, almost reasonable. Or so Coby had thought.
At this moment in time though, Helmeppo was glaring at him again from the bed on his side of their shared quarters. He was trying to pretend he wasn’t, for every time that Coby looked up from his packing, Helmeppo would hurriedly hide his face behind a magazine. But soon, the vehement scowl would reappear. After about ten or so minutes of this, Coby finally threw down one of his shirts and shouted, “Helmeppo-san, will you please be happy for me!”
An article on the growth of West Blue marimo had suddenly replaced Helmeppo’s face.
“Helmeppo-san, I thought you of all people would understand how important this is! If I’m to become an admiral then I have to be promoted!”
Silence. Coby strode over and tore the damned magazine out of the way.
“I was reading that!” finally snapped Helmeppo.
“Helmeppo-san, look at me please…please look at me!”
Helmeppo eventually forced his eyes into direct contact with Coby’s…and very nearly faltered. Coby was bent over the bed in front of him with his glasses askew on his head and his fluffy pink hair flopping out of his bandanna. But there was a surprisingly forceful glimmer behind those sea-blue eyes of his, a determined glimmer that seemed to perfectly compliment the longer nose and leaner, more manly face that Coby had grown into.
Helmeppo suddenly felt very angry. Using such a handsome expression to intimidate him! That wasn’t fair! So he cast his eyes downwards instead but found them resting on Coby’s clumsily half-unbuttoned shirt. Double unfair! Displaying such muscles to catch him off guard!
“You’re a cheat, you are Coby!” he said, jumping off the bed to retrieve the magazine. Coby had thrown it half way across the room.
“What do you mean, I’m a cheat Helmeppo-san? Are you saying that I’ve somehow interfered with the navy promotion system?”
“Don’t be stupid Coby,” said Helmeppo as he re-seated himself with his reading material, “Even if you knew how to cheat the system you wouldn’t. You couldn’t break a rule even if it was brittle and you trod on it by accident.”
“Then what do you mean, Helmeppo-san!”
“You know what I mean,” he retorted, “You’ve been doing extra training at night.”
For some odd reason, Coby was sure that he detected a slightly injured tone of voice from behind the magazine screen.
“Well…I have…”
“So you’re a cheater.”
“Helmeppo-san, that’s not true! Every night for the last week or so you’ve nearly fallen asleep the moment you’ve got through the door. In fact, you actually fell asleep on your desk fully-clothed the other night. So…I thought it was better to let you sleep. I didn’t want you to injure yourself, Helmeppo-san.”
For a good two or three seconds, Helmeppo was stunned silent. He had never considered such an idea. The revelation suddenly made him want to jump up, fling both arms around Coby and yell, “You care Coby, you actually care!” before giving him the biggest hug of his life. But then he rapidly waved the thought away with a slight shudder. The things that having an unloving parent did to one…
“Well call yourself a friend!” was the best defence Helmeppo could come up with.
“That’s the poi…oh never mind, Helmeppo-san.”
He went back to the box that he had left in the middle of the floor and flung the last of his clothes and books in there.
“That’s it then,” he said, picking up the box, “I’m leaving now. If you can’t accept that I’m now a Petty Officer and you’re not, then fine, have it that way. You won’t have to share with me any more.”
“That’s fine with me,” replied Helmeppo nonchalantly.
“Ok with me too,” said Coby.
But the moment that the door slammed shut behind Coby, the two of them both knew that it wasn’t really ok.
Forward to Chapter 2
Title: Sunglasses
Overall Rating: Worksafe, if nothing else. So far there's a bit of swearing from Garp but nothing really naughty.
Word Count: Looooong.
Pairing: CobyMeppo <3
Summary: When Coby is promoted ahead of Helmeppo in the Navy, Helmeppo's reaction is strong to say the least. Is it envy...or something more?
It had been three days since Helmeppo had spoken to him. Three long, stubborn days punctuated by prolonged silence, the exchanging of glares to stun even the fiercest medusa and one-way conversations with the back of Helmeppo’s head. Coby was at a complete loss as of what to do. Helmeppo was the resentful type. God knows he had enough to complain about (namely a psychotic father, the loss of all family glory and that chin. A cleft of that depth had not been seen since Lucky Roux had dropped his shorts at a passing navy ship).
But ever since their promotion from Zatsuyou Helmeppo’s complaining had gradually become less and less until it seemed that the young marine had reached a happy medium. He still talked about the “good old days” from time to time and occasionally threatened injury upon Luffy in his sleep but otherwise Helmeppo had become…well, almost reasonable. Or so Coby had thought.
At this moment in time though, Helmeppo was glaring at him again from the bed on his side of their shared quarters. He was trying to pretend he wasn’t, for every time that Coby looked up from his packing, Helmeppo would hurriedly hide his face behind a magazine. But soon, the vehement scowl would reappear. After about ten or so minutes of this, Coby finally threw down one of his shirts and shouted, “Helmeppo-san, will you please be happy for me!”
An article on the growth of West Blue marimo had suddenly replaced Helmeppo’s face.
“Helmeppo-san, I thought you of all people would understand how important this is! If I’m to become an admiral then I have to be promoted!”
Silence. Coby strode over and tore the damned magazine out of the way.
“I was reading that!” finally snapped Helmeppo.
“Helmeppo-san, look at me please…please look at me!”
Helmeppo eventually forced his eyes into direct contact with Coby’s…and very nearly faltered. Coby was bent over the bed in front of him with his glasses askew on his head and his fluffy pink hair flopping out of his bandanna. But there was a surprisingly forceful glimmer behind those sea-blue eyes of his, a determined glimmer that seemed to perfectly compliment the longer nose and leaner, more manly face that Coby had grown into.
Helmeppo suddenly felt very angry. Using such a handsome expression to intimidate him! That wasn’t fair! So he cast his eyes downwards instead but found them resting on Coby’s clumsily half-unbuttoned shirt. Double unfair! Displaying such muscles to catch him off guard!
“You’re a cheat, you are Coby!” he said, jumping off the bed to retrieve the magazine. Coby had thrown it half way across the room.
“What do you mean, I’m a cheat Helmeppo-san? Are you saying that I’ve somehow interfered with the navy promotion system?”
“Don’t be stupid Coby,” said Helmeppo as he re-seated himself with his reading material, “Even if you knew how to cheat the system you wouldn’t. You couldn’t break a rule even if it was brittle and you trod on it by accident.”
“Then what do you mean, Helmeppo-san!”
“You know what I mean,” he retorted, “You’ve been doing extra training at night.”
For some odd reason, Coby was sure that he detected a slightly injured tone of voice from behind the magazine screen.
“Well…I have…”
“So you’re a cheater.”
“Helmeppo-san, that’s not true! Every night for the last week or so you’ve nearly fallen asleep the moment you’ve got through the door. In fact, you actually fell asleep on your desk fully-clothed the other night. So…I thought it was better to let you sleep. I didn’t want you to injure yourself, Helmeppo-san.”
For a good two or three seconds, Helmeppo was stunned silent. He had never considered such an idea. The revelation suddenly made him want to jump up, fling both arms around Coby and yell, “You care Coby, you actually care!” before giving him the biggest hug of his life. But then he rapidly waved the thought away with a slight shudder. The things that having an unloving parent did to one…
“Well call yourself a friend!” was the best defence Helmeppo could come up with.
“That’s the poi…oh never mind, Helmeppo-san.”
He went back to the box that he had left in the middle of the floor and flung the last of his clothes and books in there.
“That’s it then,” he said, picking up the box, “I’m leaving now. If you can’t accept that I’m now a Petty Officer and you’re not, then fine, have it that way. You won’t have to share with me any more.”
“That’s fine with me,” replied Helmeppo nonchalantly.
“Ok with me too,” said Coby.
But the moment that the door slammed shut behind Coby, the two of them both knew that it wasn’t really ok.
Forward to Chapter 2