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Dangerous Mornings (Part 3 of Jitte vs. Sword)
Title: Dangerous Mornings (Part 3 of Jitte vs. Sword)
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, Smoker or any of that
Rating: PG-13 for language and morning after psuedo would-be sexy stuff
Pairing: Smoker/Keitha
For the second time in her life, Keitha was awoken by a knock at the door. She bolted upright in Smoker's bed, swearing profusely as she tried to figure out what to do. It was too early in the morning to pretend to be there for legitimate reasons and she didn't even have time to get dressed into real clothes. Debating dodging into the bathroom, she instead looks under the bed realizing the bathroom is too great a risk. The area beneath Smoker's large marine bed is also quite spacious; too large in fact to be of any good: she'd be spotted in an instant.
Swearing again she threw herself into the captain's closet, shutting the door and hoping for the best. It was just in the nick of time, as she could hear someone -- not Tashigi; the person wasn't clutzy enough to be the black-haired swordswoman -- enter the room with heavy booted footsteps. "Smoker-Taisa sir!" she heard a low voice salute.
Keitha winced, Smoker had been known to choke first and ask questions later when he was woken up with a start. Must be a new recruit... who didn't pay attention to rumors. The spy listened with a smile as she heard Smoker swearing lightly, something get knocked around off his desk, more swearing and a very gruff testy, "What is it now?"
"Daily reports... sir!" the man squeaked out nervously.
"You idiot! Didn't you think it could wait?!" Smoker growled ferociously. Keitha actually wished she could watch Smoker's fury, he was adorable when grumpy and it'd be nice to see it directed at someone else for a change; but she had no desire to risk getting caught for something quite that stupid.
"Sorry sir!" the recruit squeaked again, "Headquarters on the den den said it couldn't wait!"
There was a long pause where Keitha leaned back happily, enjoying the wait before the outburst. Smoker didn't just not care about Headquarters; he hated them. "Fuck Headquarters," Smoker growled irritably.
"But sir!" the brave marine protestly weakly, "They sent me here to..."
"What's your name recruit?" Smoker demanded dangerously.
"Akihiko," the boy mumbled.
Smoker growled, "Right, Akihiko go back to your officers and tell them you finished your job in record time because if you don't get the hell out of my office..."
"Sir!" the man protested again, "I can't sir! I have to stay until you read the full--"
He was cut off, Keitha suspected by a gloved hand. "I'll read your goddam report and if this is something minor..." Smoker let the threat hand in the air.
Akihiko gulped loudly as Keitha shook her head in amusement. She was far less amused when the door to the closet opened. It was Smoker and the recruit couldn't see anything, but then neither could Smoker. He was sitting in his chair, feet up on desk, skimming the file and reaching for his jacket with a smokey hand. Desperately wanting to scream and holding back Keitha looked behind her. Of all the days for him to actually put his jacket away for a change. She reached out behind her and tore the jacket off a hanger to pass it back to Smoker but he'd already grabbed her.
The lieutenant genuinely started to panic. Could he not feel the difference between jacket and woman? He was going to drag her right out in front of a marine who would be all too eager to report back to HQ. She supposed maybe they could stage a fight, make it look like she was spying on him, but that was still bad because anyone would see through it and getting caught would get her... well she wasn't actually sure what, back in the academy? Assigned somewhere she couldn't do damage? Oh god a desk job... she would wind up as a secretary... anything but that.
She tried to hand him the jacket instead but it passed through more misty than solid smoke. Curling up in a ball, she put his jacket on, and prayed like hell his smoke was thick enough no one could see her. Luckily it was... she was pretty sure... at least all she could see was gray smoke everywhere from her eyes down to her toes. Smoker seemed to realize his mistake too late mumbling, "Too hot for jacket," as a cover-up but it was too late to put her back. He dragged both her and the jacket to his chair and still surrounded by thick smoke, she curled up behind him in his chair. Her amrs weren't in the jacket sleeves and Smoker put the sleeves on his own well-toned arms, leaving her curled up behind him, thoroughly squished between leather, chair, and skin.
Keitha had no idea how much she stuck out (if any) or even how visible she was. The captain frequently smoked his rooms to levels no human could survive, and somewhere in between there where there was air but it was virtually impossible to see. Still, he'd been leaving a window open when she slept with him so that such a thing specifically didn't happen. On the other hand, she was very sure that he'd left them all closed after their shower that morning, so perhaps the room was still enough on the smokey side so that little details would be harder to catch. How smokey had it been when she woke up? She couldn't seem to remember and she'd gotten too used to the lower levels of smoke.
Despite knowing that it was completely her fault she wanted to blame Smoker. To bite his shoulders to express her displeasure with being squished, dragged out of hiding and because she couldn't get her heart to stop racing. Whatever Smoker was reading must have been absorbing because he didn't seem to notice the bite she gave him even the slightest bit. She was grateful for that, it was stupid to even do it... just too tempting and she was mostly sure she was relatively invisible for the time being. Parts of Smoker fuzzed out to more gray and she found herself a little more room. Perhaps he had noticed the bite after all.
Smoker was grumbling something too quiet for even Keitha to make out, something about stupid Headquarters wasting his time, then a long pause and more grumbling which sounded like a steady stream of curses.
"Are they... sure?" Smoker asked slowly.
"Hai!" Akihiko responded instantly.
"That's... not good," the captain muttered.
The recruit responded enthusiastically, "They need as many men as they can spare to deal with the Dragon situation. A list of your best men that you can part with and still run the camp is required for transfer."
Keitha blinked, transfer? Dragon situation? Were they talking about the rebellion? The same rebellion they'd called fruitless easily squashed rabble more times than she could count?
"I see," Smoker chomped his cigars loudly. "How soon do they leave?"
"Not for several weeks but I have to take the list back with me," Akihiko answered quickly.
The sound of Smoker rummaging for a pen made Keitha's ears perk up. She wanted to remind him she put them all in the top left drawer but she was still unwilling to take the chance that the recruit would hear her, no matter how quiet she was. She made a mental note to get him a pen holder and hoped he didn't embarass himself too much with his disorganization. The captain must have found something as he was scribbling a way and within a minute returned a paper to the boy with a low, "Here."
"Arigato!" the man saluted before rushing out the door, eager to get away from the infamous White Hunter.
Smoker stood up and shook his finger in the red-head's face about to scold her furiously.
"Shh!" she hissed quietly, listening to the running footsteps outside the door. Smoker paused, his ears perking back and waited for the man to fully leave the premises. Keitha kept waiting for the recruit to rush back in yelling "Oh wait! I forgot! One more thing!" but luckily he never did.
The spy heaved a sigh of relief after a minute, when they were both sure the boy was gone and Smoker growled, holding her by the shoulders angrily, "Do you even THINK?!" he roared furiously.
"Sure Taisa," she yawned, stretching. She shouldn't enjoy his fury so much, and definitely shouldn't goad it but she couldn't seem to stop. "I thought you could sense the difference between breasts and a leather jacket. My bad." A mocking smile crept across her face even though she tried to refrain, tried not to provoke the man who was ready to snap like an alligator; but she couldn't seem to stop herself.
He growled fiercely, "If you want to get yourself court-martialed don't drag me into it!"
The smile disappeared from her face. "I'm sorry Taisa," she apologized, "I thought I had more time. And you're right... I need a better back-up plan."
Smoker ran his hand (ungloved for a change) through spikey hair, shifting his jaw irritably. "If it happens again..." he warned.
"Did he see anything?" Keitha asked genuinely worried.
"No," Smoker scowled, "But Keitha..."
The lieutenant gulped. The captain didn't use her name. He called her a lot of things, but he almost never used her name. He was serious and insinuating he would call things off if things got this dangerous again. Probably more for her sake than his as she was a lower rank and more likely to be the one punished for it. Keitha sighed, "It won't Taisa."
Smoker stared at her but nodded adding coldly, "I want your promise lieutenant."
Keitha blinked. He really was concerned, sure it'd been close but he was over-reacting, "I swear it Captain. I'll be more careful and if we ever get caught again it will only be if you specifically choose it." She sighed, she hated taking oaths, she wouldn't break a promise no matter how stupid it got but she could see it was necessary here. "What's the deal with Dragon?" she inquired leaning over to read the file and quickly trying to change the subject.
"Get out of my chair, spy," Smoker growled.
"We of the intelligence division prefer to be called 'informaton gathering specialist officers,'" Keitha grinned mockingly.
"If you don't get out of my chair you're going to be called 'deceased,'" Smoker snarled darkly.
Paling considerably, Keitha jumped out of the chair and still holding the file, settled into her usual seat. She blinked, re-reading the paragraphs several times in surprise. "Does this say what I think it does?" she asked mildly stunned.
Smoker nodded, "Dragon's not satisfied with his own rebellion against the World Government, he's gotten other countries to turn on their leaders, promising the smaller rebellions support so long as they don't rejoin the World Government."
Stunned, Keitha replied, "That's... unheard of. Smart... but... unheard of. No matter what a country goes through they always have to be part of the World Government... if they didn't...."
The White Hunter leaned back in his chair. Keitha had frequently said he'd make a fantastic spy, he had a knack for sifting through politics like it was nothing at all. "The other governments will have their hands full with their own rebellions to offer help and since this is the Grand Age of Pirates, help from any source is going to be hard to find."
Chewing her lower lip Keitha thought over it, reading through the rest of the papers. "They won't succeed will they?" she asked almost incredulously. It was impossible. Crazy. Really crazy. And impossible. Completely impossible. Might as well fly to the moon on a ship.
Smoker shrugged, "I've seen crazier shit happen," he conceded. "It seems... impossible but..."
"But it's usually the impossible which turns out to be the most real," Keitha finished for him. "Isn't that from a book?"
The captain grinned secretively.
Keitha frowned looking at the bottom of the request, "Isn't every able man already on the Grand Line?"
"Not all. In order to keep control of the main countries, they keep men stashed away at bases like this for emergencies," Smoker sighed, "And they train them as much as possible at places like this, which means lucky me I get to deal with a whole bunch of raw, wet behind the ears greenies really soon."
"Could be worse," Keitha responded out of habit. Smoker arched an eyebrow at her forcing her to actually think about it. Could it really be that much worse? For Smoker, training men to go to their death instead of being in the midst of the action was... horrible: as bad as it got. It was a waste of talent, smarts, skills, power; and for the old man it was pure torture watching other people fail where he could have succeeded, if only he wasn't being banned from doing so. "Well maybe not," she amended with a frown.
Smoker said nothing, taking a deep drag on his cigars.
Sorting the papers in the file Keitha tried to find a copy of the list of men Smoker just reassigned but none was forthcoming. It seemed he hadn't bothered to make a copy. She frowned, glancing up at him, he seemed a little more melancholy than usual and she didn't want to worsen his mood by trying to prod information out of him.
Impuslively, she got up and went over to Smoker, snaking arms around the back of his neck before climbing into his lap to hug him. She couldn't explain why she did it and she actually expected him to push her off snapping something irritable and typically cranky but instead he accepted her hug, putting a strong arm around her gratefully as he continued writing out notes to each of the men who would be transferred. The lieutenant nuzzled her cheeks against his chest, brushing soft green fuzz of his jacket. She was sleepy and in danger of drifting off but couldn't bring herself to leave. It was dangerous if anyone else decided to come in and she'd just promised him she wouldn't get caught but for some reason, she had no qualms about taking the risk anyway.
Only stopping it here so I can switch to downstairs
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, Smoker or any of that
Rating: PG-13 for language and morning after psuedo would-be sexy stuff
Pairing: Smoker/Keitha
For the second time in her life, Keitha was awoken by a knock at the door. She bolted upright in Smoker's bed, swearing profusely as she tried to figure out what to do. It was too early in the morning to pretend to be there for legitimate reasons and she didn't even have time to get dressed into real clothes. Debating dodging into the bathroom, she instead looks under the bed realizing the bathroom is too great a risk. The area beneath Smoker's large marine bed is also quite spacious; too large in fact to be of any good: she'd be spotted in an instant.
Swearing again she threw herself into the captain's closet, shutting the door and hoping for the best. It was just in the nick of time, as she could hear someone -- not Tashigi; the person wasn't clutzy enough to be the black-haired swordswoman -- enter the room with heavy booted footsteps. "Smoker-Taisa sir!" she heard a low voice salute.
Keitha winced, Smoker had been known to choke first and ask questions later when he was woken up with a start. Must be a new recruit... who didn't pay attention to rumors. The spy listened with a smile as she heard Smoker swearing lightly, something get knocked around off his desk, more swearing and a very gruff testy, "What is it now?"
"Daily reports... sir!" the man squeaked out nervously.
"You idiot! Didn't you think it could wait?!" Smoker growled ferociously. Keitha actually wished she could watch Smoker's fury, he was adorable when grumpy and it'd be nice to see it directed at someone else for a change; but she had no desire to risk getting caught for something quite that stupid.
"Sorry sir!" the recruit squeaked again, "Headquarters on the den den said it couldn't wait!"
There was a long pause where Keitha leaned back happily, enjoying the wait before the outburst. Smoker didn't just not care about Headquarters; he hated them. "Fuck Headquarters," Smoker growled irritably.
"But sir!" the brave marine protestly weakly, "They sent me here to..."
"What's your name recruit?" Smoker demanded dangerously.
"Akihiko," the boy mumbled.
Smoker growled, "Right, Akihiko go back to your officers and tell them you finished your job in record time because if you don't get the hell out of my office..."
"Sir!" the man protested again, "I can't sir! I have to stay until you read the full--"
He was cut off, Keitha suspected by a gloved hand. "I'll read your goddam report and if this is something minor..." Smoker let the threat hand in the air.
Akihiko gulped loudly as Keitha shook her head in amusement. She was far less amused when the door to the closet opened. It was Smoker and the recruit couldn't see anything, but then neither could Smoker. He was sitting in his chair, feet up on desk, skimming the file and reaching for his jacket with a smokey hand. Desperately wanting to scream and holding back Keitha looked behind her. Of all the days for him to actually put his jacket away for a change. She reached out behind her and tore the jacket off a hanger to pass it back to Smoker but he'd already grabbed her.
The lieutenant genuinely started to panic. Could he not feel the difference between jacket and woman? He was going to drag her right out in front of a marine who would be all too eager to report back to HQ. She supposed maybe they could stage a fight, make it look like she was spying on him, but that was still bad because anyone would see through it and getting caught would get her... well she wasn't actually sure what, back in the academy? Assigned somewhere she couldn't do damage? Oh god a desk job... she would wind up as a secretary... anything but that.
She tried to hand him the jacket instead but it passed through more misty than solid smoke. Curling up in a ball, she put his jacket on, and prayed like hell his smoke was thick enough no one could see her. Luckily it was... she was pretty sure... at least all she could see was gray smoke everywhere from her eyes down to her toes. Smoker seemed to realize his mistake too late mumbling, "Too hot for jacket," as a cover-up but it was too late to put her back. He dragged both her and the jacket to his chair and still surrounded by thick smoke, she curled up behind him in his chair. Her amrs weren't in the jacket sleeves and Smoker put the sleeves on his own well-toned arms, leaving her curled up behind him, thoroughly squished between leather, chair, and skin.
Keitha had no idea how much she stuck out (if any) or even how visible she was. The captain frequently smoked his rooms to levels no human could survive, and somewhere in between there where there was air but it was virtually impossible to see. Still, he'd been leaving a window open when she slept with him so that such a thing specifically didn't happen. On the other hand, she was very sure that he'd left them all closed after their shower that morning, so perhaps the room was still enough on the smokey side so that little details would be harder to catch. How smokey had it been when she woke up? She couldn't seem to remember and she'd gotten too used to the lower levels of smoke.
Despite knowing that it was completely her fault she wanted to blame Smoker. To bite his shoulders to express her displeasure with being squished, dragged out of hiding and because she couldn't get her heart to stop racing. Whatever Smoker was reading must have been absorbing because he didn't seem to notice the bite she gave him even the slightest bit. She was grateful for that, it was stupid to even do it... just too tempting and she was mostly sure she was relatively invisible for the time being. Parts of Smoker fuzzed out to more gray and she found herself a little more room. Perhaps he had noticed the bite after all.
Smoker was grumbling something too quiet for even Keitha to make out, something about stupid Headquarters wasting his time, then a long pause and more grumbling which sounded like a steady stream of curses.
"Are they... sure?" Smoker asked slowly.
"Hai!" Akihiko responded instantly.
"That's... not good," the captain muttered.
The recruit responded enthusiastically, "They need as many men as they can spare to deal with the Dragon situation. A list of your best men that you can part with and still run the camp is required for transfer."
Keitha blinked, transfer? Dragon situation? Were they talking about the rebellion? The same rebellion they'd called fruitless easily squashed rabble more times than she could count?
"I see," Smoker chomped his cigars loudly. "How soon do they leave?"
"Not for several weeks but I have to take the list back with me," Akihiko answered quickly.
The sound of Smoker rummaging for a pen made Keitha's ears perk up. She wanted to remind him she put them all in the top left drawer but she was still unwilling to take the chance that the recruit would hear her, no matter how quiet she was. She made a mental note to get him a pen holder and hoped he didn't embarass himself too much with his disorganization. The captain must have found something as he was scribbling a way and within a minute returned a paper to the boy with a low, "Here."
"Arigato!" the man saluted before rushing out the door, eager to get away from the infamous White Hunter.
Smoker stood up and shook his finger in the red-head's face about to scold her furiously.
"Shh!" she hissed quietly, listening to the running footsteps outside the door. Smoker paused, his ears perking back and waited for the man to fully leave the premises. Keitha kept waiting for the recruit to rush back in yelling "Oh wait! I forgot! One more thing!" but luckily he never did.
The spy heaved a sigh of relief after a minute, when they were both sure the boy was gone and Smoker growled, holding her by the shoulders angrily, "Do you even THINK?!" he roared furiously.
"Sure Taisa," she yawned, stretching. She shouldn't enjoy his fury so much, and definitely shouldn't goad it but she couldn't seem to stop. "I thought you could sense the difference between breasts and a leather jacket. My bad." A mocking smile crept across her face even though she tried to refrain, tried not to provoke the man who was ready to snap like an alligator; but she couldn't seem to stop herself.
He growled fiercely, "If you want to get yourself court-martialed don't drag me into it!"
The smile disappeared from her face. "I'm sorry Taisa," she apologized, "I thought I had more time. And you're right... I need a better back-up plan."
Smoker ran his hand (ungloved for a change) through spikey hair, shifting his jaw irritably. "If it happens again..." he warned.
"Did he see anything?" Keitha asked genuinely worried.
"No," Smoker scowled, "But Keitha..."
The lieutenant gulped. The captain didn't use her name. He called her a lot of things, but he almost never used her name. He was serious and insinuating he would call things off if things got this dangerous again. Probably more for her sake than his as she was a lower rank and more likely to be the one punished for it. Keitha sighed, "It won't Taisa."
Smoker stared at her but nodded adding coldly, "I want your promise lieutenant."
Keitha blinked. He really was concerned, sure it'd been close but he was over-reacting, "I swear it Captain. I'll be more careful and if we ever get caught again it will only be if you specifically choose it." She sighed, she hated taking oaths, she wouldn't break a promise no matter how stupid it got but she could see it was necessary here. "What's the deal with Dragon?" she inquired leaning over to read the file and quickly trying to change the subject.
"Get out of my chair, spy," Smoker growled.
"We of the intelligence division prefer to be called 'informaton gathering specialist officers,'" Keitha grinned mockingly.
"If you don't get out of my chair you're going to be called 'deceased,'" Smoker snarled darkly.
Paling considerably, Keitha jumped out of the chair and still holding the file, settled into her usual seat. She blinked, re-reading the paragraphs several times in surprise. "Does this say what I think it does?" she asked mildly stunned.
Smoker nodded, "Dragon's not satisfied with his own rebellion against the World Government, he's gotten other countries to turn on their leaders, promising the smaller rebellions support so long as they don't rejoin the World Government."
Stunned, Keitha replied, "That's... unheard of. Smart... but... unheard of. No matter what a country goes through they always have to be part of the World Government... if they didn't...."
The White Hunter leaned back in his chair. Keitha had frequently said he'd make a fantastic spy, he had a knack for sifting through politics like it was nothing at all. "The other governments will have their hands full with their own rebellions to offer help and since this is the Grand Age of Pirates, help from any source is going to be hard to find."
Chewing her lower lip Keitha thought over it, reading through the rest of the papers. "They won't succeed will they?" she asked almost incredulously. It was impossible. Crazy. Really crazy. And impossible. Completely impossible. Might as well fly to the moon on a ship.
Smoker shrugged, "I've seen crazier shit happen," he conceded. "It seems... impossible but..."
"But it's usually the impossible which turns out to be the most real," Keitha finished for him. "Isn't that from a book?"
The captain grinned secretively.
Keitha frowned looking at the bottom of the request, "Isn't every able man already on the Grand Line?"
"Not all. In order to keep control of the main countries, they keep men stashed away at bases like this for emergencies," Smoker sighed, "And they train them as much as possible at places like this, which means lucky me I get to deal with a whole bunch of raw, wet behind the ears greenies really soon."
"Could be worse," Keitha responded out of habit. Smoker arched an eyebrow at her forcing her to actually think about it. Could it really be that much worse? For Smoker, training men to go to their death instead of being in the midst of the action was... horrible: as bad as it got. It was a waste of talent, smarts, skills, power; and for the old man it was pure torture watching other people fail where he could have succeeded, if only he wasn't being banned from doing so. "Well maybe not," she amended with a frown.
Smoker said nothing, taking a deep drag on his cigars.
Sorting the papers in the file Keitha tried to find a copy of the list of men Smoker just reassigned but none was forthcoming. It seemed he hadn't bothered to make a copy. She frowned, glancing up at him, he seemed a little more melancholy than usual and she didn't want to worsen his mood by trying to prod information out of him.
Impuslively, she got up and went over to Smoker, snaking arms around the back of his neck before climbing into his lap to hug him. She couldn't explain why she did it and she actually expected him to push her off snapping something irritable and typically cranky but instead he accepted her hug, putting a strong arm around her gratefully as he continued writing out notes to each of the men who would be transferred. The lieutenant nuzzled her cheeks against his chest, brushing soft green fuzz of his jacket. She was sleepy and in danger of drifting off but couldn't bring herself to leave. It was dangerous if anyone else decided to come in and she'd just promised him she wouldn't get caught but for some reason, she had no qualms about taking the risk anyway.
Only stopping it here so I can switch to downstairs