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Title: And Then They Were Three
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: PG
Word Count: 479
Characters: The Gunner, and Siblings? (they don’t have names… o.O;;)
Summary: The first meeting.
He’d been traveling across two oceans for this, trying to find someone brave and strong enough to help him fulfill his dream. He lucked out hearing about these two: a brother and sister pirate-duo, already with high bounties and former members of the infamous Straw Hats. If anyone had the guts to help him out, it would be them.
For the past three islands he’d just barely missed them. Now, though, with the typhoon warning they wouldn’t easily slip by him. He walked down the planks of the dock, his pistol a comforting weight against his thigh. A Marine galleon was docked on the other end of the port. He smirked to himself. Shouldn’t be too hard trying to find them.
And, in fact, it wasn’t.
Especially when two Marines were nearly catapulted into him through the window of a pub. Making a quick pivot he stepped inside the doors.
Sure enough the oldest of the two was in the middle of a hoard of Marines, one foot raised to block a muzzle, all three swords out, muscles straining under the press of blades and bodies. Six shots rang out- nine, the swordsman thought vaguely, shot off so quick the noise blended together –and nine bodies fell.
There was a click as the pistol was reloaded- long muzzled, odd construction. He flicked his eyes upward. “Roronoa.” He said conversationally, as if he suddenly didn’t have three dozen Marines turn on him.
With a swipe of a leg, six of them fell to the floor, knocked out. “I didn’t ask for your help.” He grounded around the hilt of his sword.
“That’s fine. I didn’t ask if you needed it.” He ducked under a swinging blade and shot the Marine in the foot, shoving him into his comrades. “Just looked like fun.”
“Fun.” The other man snorted. “Whatever.”
There was a loud crashing and a roar as more Marines piled in from the back entry. He didn’t spare Roronoa a look, already dashing to cover the rear. And nearly got piled on by another wave of fallen Marines.
And then he remembered the other one. The second inheritor of the Santoryuu. The sister.
She moved like a hurricane of blades and kicks and blonde. She was gorgeous, predatory, frighteningly powerful and… damn, was she ever flexib-
He suddenly found his forehead smashed into the ground, what was sure to be a nice, boot-sized knot growing out the side of his head and a bullet- sliced neatly in half –rolling to a stop by his face. Blearily, he looked up to see the older sibling glaring down at him.
“If you’re here then make yourself useful!” He spat out.
The other man grinned, picking himself off the ground and giving a wavy sort of salute. “Sure thing, Cap’n.”
There was a scoff and an amused giggle from the sister’s direction. “Dumbass.”
peroxidepest17's whore. This is nothing new.Title: And Then They Were Three
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: PG
Word Count: 479
Characters: The Gunner, and Siblings? (they don’t have names… o.O;;)
Summary: The first meeting.
He’d been traveling across two oceans for this, trying to find someone brave and strong enough to help him fulfill his dream. He lucked out hearing about these two: a brother and sister pirate-duo, already with high bounties and former members of the infamous Straw Hats. If anyone had the guts to help him out, it would be them.
For the past three islands he’d just barely missed them. Now, though, with the typhoon warning they wouldn’t easily slip by him. He walked down the planks of the dock, his pistol a comforting weight against his thigh. A Marine galleon was docked on the other end of the port. He smirked to himself. Shouldn’t be too hard trying to find them.
And, in fact, it wasn’t.
Especially when two Marines were nearly catapulted into him through the window of a pub. Making a quick pivot he stepped inside the doors.
Sure enough the oldest of the two was in the middle of a hoard of Marines, one foot raised to block a muzzle, all three swords out, muscles straining under the press of blades and bodies. Six shots rang out- nine, the swordsman thought vaguely, shot off so quick the noise blended together –and nine bodies fell.
There was a click as the pistol was reloaded- long muzzled, odd construction. He flicked his eyes upward. “Roronoa.” He said conversationally, as if he suddenly didn’t have three dozen Marines turn on him.
With a swipe of a leg, six of them fell to the floor, knocked out. “I didn’t ask for your help.” He grounded around the hilt of his sword.
“That’s fine. I didn’t ask if you needed it.” He ducked under a swinging blade and shot the Marine in the foot, shoving him into his comrades. “Just looked like fun.”
“Fun.” The other man snorted. “Whatever.”
There was a loud crashing and a roar as more Marines piled in from the back entry. He didn’t spare Roronoa a look, already dashing to cover the rear. And nearly got piled on by another wave of fallen Marines.
And then he remembered the other one. The second inheritor of the Santoryuu. The sister.
She moved like a hurricane of blades and kicks and blonde. She was gorgeous, predatory, frighteningly powerful and… damn, was she ever flexib-
He suddenly found his forehead smashed into the ground, what was sure to be a nice, boot-sized knot growing out the side of his head and a bullet- sliced neatly in half –rolling to a stop by his face. Blearily, he looked up to see the older sibling glaring down at him.
“If you’re here then make yourself useful!” He spat out.
The other man grinned, picking himself off the ground and giving a wavy sort of salute. “Sure thing, Cap’n.”
There was a scoff and an amused giggle from the sister’s direction. “Dumbass.”
