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silverwolfcc) wrote2007-03-31 01:32 am
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Shanks/Jimbei. I'd like to think it's unique.
Pairing: Shanks/Jimbei, Ben Beckham's POV
Genre: comedy/yaoi
Rating: PG-13 for swears and yaoi?
Spoiler warning: Little... There's reference to Jimbei of course (the shichibukai) but since we've never MET him it's all speculation/theorizing anyways. I guess since the first time he's mentioned is Arlong Park... that.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece and Eiichiro Oda probably would never in a million years back up the idea that Shanks and Jimbei even met without you know... killing each other nevermind hooking up but I have my reasoning for the crack... honestly, I do.
Author's Note: Italics are flashback because I adore Ben/Shanks and always always always wanted to do one on how they met but not a long piece and barely even yaoi at that so I stuck it here *evil*
Ben shook his head and took a very long, very needed drag on his long thing cigarette. This was a mess. It had been Ben's job to pick up after all of Shanks' messes ever since he'd joined the man's crew completely by accident so many years ago.
"Well aren't you a tall drink of . . . something. . ." Shanks' glazed over eyes drifted up and down Ben's height as suggestively as a very drunk and already drooling pirate could.
"Are you ok?" Ben had asked worriedly. What he was doing in a bar at this time of night he was no longer even sure. His friends had dragged him out there saying he spent too much time inside reading and not enough time ever having fun but after ten minutes in the place he'd sat in a corner reading, drinking, and smoking alone. Several hours later he looked up and found his friends all ready gone and the bar almost completely covered in pirates.
"I'm fine," Shanks had leaned into Ben's shoulder, straw-hat nearly falling off.
Next thing the scholar knew the red-head had fallen asleep on Ben's lap. "Um sir?" he gently nudged to no avail. "Great," Ben had sighed falling back into the booth style seat and wondering what to do.
"There he is!" Ben heard a loud shout from the other side of the bar as several men came rushing foward and yanked Shanks upright.
"Bastard!" one of them yelled loudly, "Don't think you can get away with it!"
Shanks slowly woke up and stared at them in confusion, "Hey what's your problem man?"
"You drank all twenty-three barrels of the rum here and you expect that to not be a problem?!" the leader, a thickly muscled but relatively short and stocky man with a hint of stubble yelled in a very groggy Shanks' ear.
Shanks blinked and asked, "We did that?" before bursting out laughing. "Lucky Roux always did say he could down four barrels on his own!"
"This is no laughing matter punk!" a greasy fellow with almost pink hair whined in a nasally voice. "We're pirates! We don't take kindly to you taking all the drink out of the one good bar in this tiny town!"
"Oh really?" Shanks grinned lopsidedly, "We're pirates too! What do you say to a friendly game of cards and we're forget all about this misunderstanding? I'm pretty drunk so I'd be easy to beat and get all my money."
But apparently the pirates did not appreciate the reminder of just why they were out of alcohol and the one holding him by the scruff of the neck punched him the face while his friends proceeded to kick and generally beat the Straw-Hat adorned man up out of rage. Ben saw no real need to get in the midst of a pirate vs. pirate fight being of neither side himself and not really caring that the rum was gone and surely the man's crew was bound to step in.
But the decision was made for him when one of the men deciding that as Ben had a drink in front of him and had been discovered with Shanks in his lap, he must be part of his crew. The pirate tackled a mildly suprised Ben but not about to give under from that, Ben quickly through the man into the next to coming along and picked up his very long rifle.
"You actually shoot with that thing?" a shaggy haired man with a band saying "Yassopp" asked.
"Sort of," Ben shrugged as he slammed the butt colliding with one of the pirate's jaws. "Not often though," he twirled the front to catch another pirate with a knife under the legs.
The fight ended relatively quickly since even incredibly drunk Shanks proved to be a remarkable fighter leading Ben to wonder just how drunk the man actually was to begin with. "You're pretty handy with that club," the red-head grinned lecherously.
"Just how many barrels did you drink?" Ben raised an eyebrow.
Shanks shrugged, "Lost count." He looked down at the men groaning on the floor. "Would you mind helping me drag them outside? I don't think the bar owner wants blood on his floor -- Yassop you didn't shoot to kill did you?"
"Of course not," Yassopp answered indignantly, "They're just idiots."
Shanks nodded approvingly and Ben shrugged and politely helped throw the bruised men outside and straighten the room.
And twenty years later here was still stuck doing the same thing. Covering up for Shanks out of loyalty? Maybe just really strong friendship. Or maybe just because there weren't many things that amused Ben in life but Shanks couldn't help but to be entertaining. This time there weren't any bruised or bleeding bodies but the overturned chairs and scratches all over the building were definitely a common leftover from the tornado of destruction that Shanks seemed to cause completely by accident.
The huge gaping hole in the cieling... well Ben had no idea how he was going to fix that. And a few quick calculations led him to believe he'd have to deprive Shanks of alcohol for an entire year in order to have the money to pay for repairing it professionally. Maybe he could find an easy abandoned building and convince the bar owner to accept fixing that up instead.
As pirates they SHOULD be able to just let it go and run but Shanks would never in a million years allow it. He'd sit there working for the next century to try to pay back the debt if forced to, although of course given the sheer amount of alcohol he'd consume given the chance the bartender would very quickly grow broke from such a venture. Ben sighed again and smoked his cigarette watching the smoke drift up to the sky with no cieling to stop it.
Of all the people Mihawk could have brought for Shanks to meet it HAD to be a whale shark merman. A shichibukai at that. Normally the shichibukai didn't get along all that great but for some reason Mihawk insisted Shanks would really hit it off with Jimbei (something about naked swimming, Ben didn't want to know) and it was almost love at first sight between the two, or at least love at first drinking contest. Shanks insisted the whale shark had to have the advantage just on size but Jimbei had been amazed at how much one single small man could drink and so the pirate had easily earned the fishman's respect.
"Of all the pirates and fishman in the world," Ben Beckham asked no one in particular, "Why did he have to fall in love with someone who couldn't fit in the door of a bar? Shanks LIVES at bars!"
Lucky Roux also surveying the devestation shrugged over his leg of mutton, "You know how Shanks is, his whole life is larger than life, it would only make sense that his lover would be too."
"I still can't work out the mechanics of that," Yassopp mused. "I mean... phsyically it's just... impossible isn't it."
That was another thing Ben REALLY didn't want to think about. If all of Shanks could fit in the merman's mouth then how much of him could fit . . . back there? The black-haired first mate shivered at the thought. Why couldn't Mihawk have introduced him to anyone else? Just someone smaller and less prone to destruction -- not that there were many people (or merman) like that on the whole of the Grand Line but still... The whale shark-man was hard to just look at and talk to since he towered so far above everyone.
Still, Shanks seemed happy and that's what mattered most. "Do you think I can make Hawk-eyes pay for the roof? It's all his fault," Ben groused, tight-fisted as always with the crew's money.
"Why not make Jimbei do it?" Yassopp asked inspecting the barrel of a gun.
Lucky Roux took a noisy bite out of his food and slurped, "Shanks would probably consider it some grand romantic gesture to insist that we cover it."
"Isn't that the truth?" one of the crew lamented.
"At least he's happy," Ben sighed more to reassure himself than the rest of the crew.
"There is that," Yassopp nodded before slowly looking out at the ocean clearly visible through another whole in the wall. "What do you think they're doing out there right now?"
"I really don't want to think about it," Ben sighed closing his eyes, pinching the bridge between his eyes and deciding he was going to find a huge bookstore and splurge and spend the next 24 hours going over notes and just reading just for the sake of reading.
"Do you think they're . . .?"
Ben purposely blotted out the next word in that sentence from his hearing.
"Well he did say he wouldn't need his cloak. . ." Yassop mused, "At first I thought maybe he just didn't care about the weird looks he got for his arm anymore but now. . ."
"How does he swim and do that with only one arm?"
Yassopp shrugged, "Nothing ever slows Shanks down from what he wants."
"Still do you think we should check on him?"
"You do that and he'll be sure to tie you to the flagpole for interfering with his games."
Ben fervently tried to ignore the chatter with thoughts of how much it would cost to find a bar that would keep the owner from pressing charges and keep Shanks satisfied that they'd done their best, but he could only tune out parts of it and eventually began insisting a mantra in his head of, "So long as he's happy. As long as Shanks is happpy. He's happy and that's what matters. Shanks happy. So long as he's happy... I'm going to KILL Mihawk next time I see him. Forget having a drink with Shanks 'to catch up on old times' I'm going to KILL him. He'll never even know what hit him. Oh god.... what if Jimbei wants to come on our ship?"
So one last thing.... This amused me because this is a whale shark with a human http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/11/Rhtyp_u0_white_bg.gif and the first time I saw that all I could think was some weird pirate hunter following Jimbei around like those suction cup fish (remora) that eat off of their scraps... But I like my Shanks/Jimbei version better yup. *nod* And I'm not going to tell you how he stayed on for the skinny dipping swims.... but let's just say remora are fun!!
Genre: comedy/yaoi
Rating: PG-13 for swears and yaoi?
Spoiler warning: Little... There's reference to Jimbei of course (the shichibukai) but since we've never MET him it's all speculation/theorizing anyways. I guess since the first time he's mentioned is Arlong Park... that.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece and Eiichiro Oda probably would never in a million years back up the idea that Shanks and Jimbei even met without you know... killing each other nevermind hooking up but I have my reasoning for the crack... honestly, I do.
Author's Note: Italics are flashback because I adore Ben/Shanks and always always always wanted to do one on how they met but not a long piece and barely even yaoi at that so I stuck it here *evil*
Ben shook his head and took a very long, very needed drag on his long thing cigarette. This was a mess. It had been Ben's job to pick up after all of Shanks' messes ever since he'd joined the man's crew completely by accident so many years ago.
"Well aren't you a tall drink of . . . something. . ." Shanks' glazed over eyes drifted up and down Ben's height as suggestively as a very drunk and already drooling pirate could.
"Are you ok?" Ben had asked worriedly. What he was doing in a bar at this time of night he was no longer even sure. His friends had dragged him out there saying he spent too much time inside reading and not enough time ever having fun but after ten minutes in the place he'd sat in a corner reading, drinking, and smoking alone. Several hours later he looked up and found his friends all ready gone and the bar almost completely covered in pirates.
"I'm fine," Shanks had leaned into Ben's shoulder, straw-hat nearly falling off.
Next thing the scholar knew the red-head had fallen asleep on Ben's lap. "Um sir?" he gently nudged to no avail. "Great," Ben had sighed falling back into the booth style seat and wondering what to do.
"There he is!" Ben heard a loud shout from the other side of the bar as several men came rushing foward and yanked Shanks upright.
"Bastard!" one of them yelled loudly, "Don't think you can get away with it!"
Shanks slowly woke up and stared at them in confusion, "Hey what's your problem man?"
"You drank all twenty-three barrels of the rum here and you expect that to not be a problem?!" the leader, a thickly muscled but relatively short and stocky man with a hint of stubble yelled in a very groggy Shanks' ear.
Shanks blinked and asked, "We did that?" before bursting out laughing. "Lucky Roux always did say he could down four barrels on his own!"
"This is no laughing matter punk!" a greasy fellow with almost pink hair whined in a nasally voice. "We're pirates! We don't take kindly to you taking all the drink out of the one good bar in this tiny town!"
"Oh really?" Shanks grinned lopsidedly, "We're pirates too! What do you say to a friendly game of cards and we're forget all about this misunderstanding? I'm pretty drunk so I'd be easy to beat and get all my money."
But apparently the pirates did not appreciate the reminder of just why they were out of alcohol and the one holding him by the scruff of the neck punched him the face while his friends proceeded to kick and generally beat the Straw-Hat adorned man up out of rage. Ben saw no real need to get in the midst of a pirate vs. pirate fight being of neither side himself and not really caring that the rum was gone and surely the man's crew was bound to step in.
But the decision was made for him when one of the men deciding that as Ben had a drink in front of him and had been discovered with Shanks in his lap, he must be part of his crew. The pirate tackled a mildly suprised Ben but not about to give under from that, Ben quickly through the man into the next to coming along and picked up his very long rifle.
"You actually shoot with that thing?" a shaggy haired man with a band saying "Yassopp" asked.
"Sort of," Ben shrugged as he slammed the butt colliding with one of the pirate's jaws. "Not often though," he twirled the front to catch another pirate with a knife under the legs.
The fight ended relatively quickly since even incredibly drunk Shanks proved to be a remarkable fighter leading Ben to wonder just how drunk the man actually was to begin with. "You're pretty handy with that club," the red-head grinned lecherously.
"Just how many barrels did you drink?" Ben raised an eyebrow.
Shanks shrugged, "Lost count." He looked down at the men groaning on the floor. "Would you mind helping me drag them outside? I don't think the bar owner wants blood on his floor -- Yassop you didn't shoot to kill did you?"
"Of course not," Yassopp answered indignantly, "They're just idiots."
Shanks nodded approvingly and Ben shrugged and politely helped throw the bruised men outside and straighten the room.
And twenty years later here was still stuck doing the same thing. Covering up for Shanks out of loyalty? Maybe just really strong friendship. Or maybe just because there weren't many things that amused Ben in life but Shanks couldn't help but to be entertaining. This time there weren't any bruised or bleeding bodies but the overturned chairs and scratches all over the building were definitely a common leftover from the tornado of destruction that Shanks seemed to cause completely by accident.
The huge gaping hole in the cieling... well Ben had no idea how he was going to fix that. And a few quick calculations led him to believe he'd have to deprive Shanks of alcohol for an entire year in order to have the money to pay for repairing it professionally. Maybe he could find an easy abandoned building and convince the bar owner to accept fixing that up instead.
As pirates they SHOULD be able to just let it go and run but Shanks would never in a million years allow it. He'd sit there working for the next century to try to pay back the debt if forced to, although of course given the sheer amount of alcohol he'd consume given the chance the bartender would very quickly grow broke from such a venture. Ben sighed again and smoked his cigarette watching the smoke drift up to the sky with no cieling to stop it.
Of all the people Mihawk could have brought for Shanks to meet it HAD to be a whale shark merman. A shichibukai at that. Normally the shichibukai didn't get along all that great but for some reason Mihawk insisted Shanks would really hit it off with Jimbei (something about naked swimming, Ben didn't want to know) and it was almost love at first sight between the two, or at least love at first drinking contest. Shanks insisted the whale shark had to have the advantage just on size but Jimbei had been amazed at how much one single small man could drink and so the pirate had easily earned the fishman's respect.
"Of all the pirates and fishman in the world," Ben Beckham asked no one in particular, "Why did he have to fall in love with someone who couldn't fit in the door of a bar? Shanks LIVES at bars!"
Lucky Roux also surveying the devestation shrugged over his leg of mutton, "You know how Shanks is, his whole life is larger than life, it would only make sense that his lover would be too."
"I still can't work out the mechanics of that," Yassopp mused. "I mean... phsyically it's just... impossible isn't it."
That was another thing Ben REALLY didn't want to think about. If all of Shanks could fit in the merman's mouth then how much of him could fit . . . back there? The black-haired first mate shivered at the thought. Why couldn't Mihawk have introduced him to anyone else? Just someone smaller and less prone to destruction -- not that there were many people (or merman) like that on the whole of the Grand Line but still... The whale shark-man was hard to just look at and talk to since he towered so far above everyone.
Still, Shanks seemed happy and that's what mattered most. "Do you think I can make Hawk-eyes pay for the roof? It's all his fault," Ben groused, tight-fisted as always with the crew's money.
"Why not make Jimbei do it?" Yassopp asked inspecting the barrel of a gun.
Lucky Roux took a noisy bite out of his food and slurped, "Shanks would probably consider it some grand romantic gesture to insist that we cover it."
"Isn't that the truth?" one of the crew lamented.
"At least he's happy," Ben sighed more to reassure himself than the rest of the crew.
"There is that," Yassopp nodded before slowly looking out at the ocean clearly visible through another whole in the wall. "What do you think they're doing out there right now?"
"I really don't want to think about it," Ben sighed closing his eyes, pinching the bridge between his eyes and deciding he was going to find a huge bookstore and splurge and spend the next 24 hours going over notes and just reading just for the sake of reading.
"Do you think they're . . .?"
Ben purposely blotted out the next word in that sentence from his hearing.
"Well he did say he wouldn't need his cloak. . ." Yassop mused, "At first I thought maybe he just didn't care about the weird looks he got for his arm anymore but now. . ."
"How does he swim and do that with only one arm?"
Yassopp shrugged, "Nothing ever slows Shanks down from what he wants."
"Still do you think we should check on him?"
"You do that and he'll be sure to tie you to the flagpole for interfering with his games."
Ben fervently tried to ignore the chatter with thoughts of how much it would cost to find a bar that would keep the owner from pressing charges and keep Shanks satisfied that they'd done their best, but he could only tune out parts of it and eventually began insisting a mantra in his head of, "So long as he's happy. As long as Shanks is happpy. He's happy and that's what matters. Shanks happy. So long as he's happy... I'm going to KILL Mihawk next time I see him. Forget having a drink with Shanks 'to catch up on old times' I'm going to KILL him. He'll never even know what hit him. Oh god.... what if Jimbei wants to come on our ship?"
So one last thing.... This amused me because this is a whale shark with a human http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/11/Rhtyp_u0_white_bg.gif and the first time I saw that all I could think was some weird pirate hunter following Jimbei around like those suction cup fish (remora) that eat off of their scraps... But I like my Shanks/Jimbei version better yup. *nod* And I'm not going to tell you how he stayed on for the skinny dipping swims.... but let's just say remora are fun!!
