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deathsdoctor) wrote2014-08-18 07:53 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2014-08-18 07:53 pm
023 [Written/Action]
[The earth is soft beneath his fingertips, the flowers of the oleander bush planted next to white heather in the Memory Garden bright pink and fragrant. There’s a crumpled letter in his pocket.
Perona went home this morning. His nakama, found here, now lost, went home. Like so many others from his world. He can easily remember all their names, and they keep springing to the front of his mind until he can think of nothing else.
Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Vivi, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Brook, Bellemere, Nojiko, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Marco, Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Perona, Zeff, Marshall D. Teach, Bon Kurei, Boa Hancock, Kaku, Keimi, Shirahoshi, Smoker, Coby…
Bepo…
He is the last. The last pirate. The last one of the Grand Line. The last one of the sea and storm.
The only one who remembered all their stories. He is now their memory… the last remaining link to everything experienced.
The thought keeps him in the garden until dark. More names going through his mind. Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Mikoto… his brother and mother in law. His family. Gone. Maes Hughes… his brother from the first Luceti Valley. Elicia and Gracia. Lupin. Daisy. Adele…
.. so many names…
Finally his fingers see fit to close around a pen and he slowly writes in the journal.]
Perona has gone home. She left letters and gifts for others. I’ll bring them around soon.
[Writing it makes it all the more final. Itachi will be worried by now and Law should return to him. Or he’s already out looking. The stars in the sky tell him it’s very late indeed.
On the way back, he forces himself to keep running through another set of names. Everyone he has left. He is the last, but he has to remember he is not alone.]
[The morning passes in a blur. He’s not sure of what he does except for bits and pieces. Passing out things, probably. Giving condolences. Tea. He definitely had tea. He visits Mister Leon for Specialist Davis’s Shift detecting glasses and mentions to him that he’s going down to the third level of the tunnels to explore.
Then he hits the Smithy to ask if anyone would like to go with him. After all, the third level looks to be a former mining complex.
It’s a temporary escape and only that. And then he has to start dealing. Start marching forward and face it all head on. Somehow.
Law doesn’t expect to find anything big down there, but who knows. It’s doubtful that Luceti is out of surprises.]
Perona went home this morning. His nakama, found here, now lost, went home. Like so many others from his world. He can easily remember all their names, and they keep springing to the front of his mind until he can think of nothing else.
Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Vivi, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Brook, Bellemere, Nojiko, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Marco, Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Perona, Zeff, Marshall D. Teach, Bon Kurei, Boa Hancock, Kaku, Keimi, Shirahoshi, Smoker, Coby…
Bepo…
He is the last. The last pirate. The last one of the Grand Line. The last one of the sea and storm.
The only one who remembered all their stories. He is now their memory… the last remaining link to everything experienced.
The thought keeps him in the garden until dark. More names going through his mind. Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Mikoto… his brother and mother in law. His family. Gone. Maes Hughes… his brother from the first Luceti Valley. Elicia and Gracia. Lupin. Daisy. Adele…
.. so many names…
Finally his fingers see fit to close around a pen and he slowly writes in the journal.]
Perona has gone home. She left letters and gifts for others. I’ll bring them around soon.
[Writing it makes it all the more final. Itachi will be worried by now and Law should return to him. Or he’s already out looking. The stars in the sky tell him it’s very late indeed.
On the way back, he forces himself to keep running through another set of names. Everyone he has left. He is the last, but he has to remember he is not alone.]
[The morning passes in a blur. He’s not sure of what he does except for bits and pieces. Passing out things, probably. Giving condolences. Tea. He definitely had tea. He visits Mister Leon for Specialist Davis’s Shift detecting glasses and mentions to him that he’s going down to the third level of the tunnels to explore.
Then he hits the Smithy to ask if anyone would like to go with him. After all, the third level looks to be a former mining complex.
It’s a temporary escape and only that. And then he has to start dealing. Start marching forward and face it all head on. Somehow.
Law doesn’t expect to find anything big down there, but who knows. It’s doubtful that Luceti is out of surprises.]
[action]
[The ninja keeps an arm wrapped around his husband's waist as they go. It's a reminder that he's not going anywhere as long as he can help it.
Not that this is often of much comfort here.]
[action]
[Although.
He leans over to take an actual sniff of his husband.]
You smell like forest, you know.
[Maybe it's his bodywash. But no, Itachi always has that scent clinging to him that reminds him of woods.]
[action]
It's hard to take it out of me.
[Is this really a metaphor for his village now? Possibly.]
[action]
Suits you too.
[There's a twitch of a smile at the noise and he leans into the hand. Call it the troll in him, but he kinda enjoys when he can get these reactions out of him. Even when he's not trying for them.
Then it dims as they come to their threshold and a leaden sort of exhaustion takes hold. ... he... really could use that lie down. Or a seat on the couch as Itachi evicts the cats from their bed.]
[action]
There's tea on the stove.
[He set it out before he left. Important things.]
[action]
Well more the later than the former, but he spares a few for them when he isn't in danger of being mobbed any more.]
Something warm sounds good. Thanks.
[His arms curl around himself a little but he isn't cold. Not physically anyway.]
[action]
[Itachi's hand lingers on his partner's shoulder a moment more before he goes to the kitchen to get the tea.
It won't fix anything, but it will at least warm the stomach.]
[action]
[He brushes his own fingers against him. Truth is, he doesn't really want to lose sight of his partner right now, but he knows he's being unnecessarily clingy. He's not going to disappear if he heads into the next room.
Probably not, anyway.]
[action]
He hands over a cup and returns his hand to his partner's shoulder.]
You should sit for a little bit.