tampered | LOG; completed

LOG; completed

When; Dec 23rd, morning.
Rating; PG-13, might change.
Characters; Jyabura [

maten_rou] and Robin [

blackhibiscus]
Summary; Chaaarlie, come with us to the beach! The magic beach of hope and wonder!
Log;
Robin roused from her sleep due to the sound of waves gently crashing against the shore, the loud screeching of seagulls and the feeling of sand tangling in her hair. Sand?

She blinked her eyes a few times and slowly realized that surely wasn’t in her room in the Going Merry. Memories of the day before floated through her mind; the hunt for ghosts with Jyabura, the chocolate cakes, her confusion about it all and the beach. Apparently she had fallen asleep there, because she felt sand between her clothes and a gentle breeze caressing her skin. But according to what she remembered, Jyabura was also with her the whole time. Had he left after she had fallen asleep?

And only then she realized that she was lying in someone’s arms.

Oh god, no. No.

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That other puppy, it wouldn't get off his tail. Stop biting already, that hurts! Just because it's big and fluffy, that doesn't mean you're allowed to bite it! And that guy who claimed to be the King of the World, he tried to pull it! He bit him right back, but it felt like biting into iron. God, his teeth hurt. What in the world-?!

He was still sleeping. And dreaming, apparently. So far he only knew he'd most probably never ever eat candy for the rest of his life, though he couldn't exactly remember why. With a yawn he turned around to lie on his back, when he realized something heavy was on him. What, that other puppy again? Oh no, not now... Too tired.

Still more asleep than awake, eyes still closed and with an annoyed expression on his sleepy face, he grabbed whoever by their arm and tried to pull it off from him, not even thinking about the possibility it couldn't be the other pup.
"Get off already... No more fighting today..."

The moment he rolled onto his back, Robin knew that something was very wrong. She didn’t slide off, but instead, her chest was stuck to his and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stand up. His sleepy tries of getting her off him pretty much confirmed this, and Robin started to realize in horror that it could be another curse.

She started poking him in his stomach, urging him just to wake the hell up, so that they could find a possible solution to their rather annoying…condition.

"Hey, wake up..." she whispered, getting more and more uncomfortable with the situation as each second passed.

Poking made him snarl, literally. It's all about "waking sleeping dogs" and the like. Out of some reflex he grabbed her poking hand, just to make it stop. "I told you to... stop..." He yawned once more and blinked a few times, slowly opening his eyes. A bright blue sky wasn't his usual sight right after waking up. And what the hell, was he lying on sand?! And breathing was kind of hard, what's that heavy thing on him?! And the smell, the sounds? Very... suspicious.

If she hadn't whispered something, he might have just fallen asleep again. "What?", he was finally awake. "What-" That was one very familiar face, but just too close. Way too close. "WHAT?!" He let her hand finally go. "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING THERE?!", he shoutet, now very awake, but waking up with a poisonous snake on his chest couldn't have scared him more.

Well, his reaction didn't really surprise Robin, but it was still very awkward. She sighed and tried to get up once more, but no avail. Those deities and their curses... why was she always the victim of the most damage-inducing ones? She tried to cheer herself up by thinking that it could’ve been worse, but that didn’t really work. At that moment, it was the worst thing that could ever happen to her.

"I don't know, but what's important now is that I can't get off.” she tried to explain; she had given up her tries of standing up, after all, she’d need his cooperation for that. "I'm stuck. Literally."

He gave her that 'Yeah sure, so you're stuck. UH-HUUUH...'-look and grabbed her by both of her shoulders. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with her, but he sure was fed up with this lame joke. Seriously, this is not funny. But all tries of pulling her off failed miserably, and if he tried harder, she'd end up hurt.

Well, at least it couldn't be some trick of hers, because she'd rather die than to wake him up that way voluntary. So, it had to be a curse. Oh, he remembered. Weren't they kids for a day, running around and heading on to the beach at the end? He remembered a lot of fighting and candy-eating and collecting shells and reading books and nonsense like that. How embarassing.

"Obviously", he replied after his failed tries of getting her off. "And now, please stop being stuck, ok?"

"That's kind of hard when one just simply can't, hm?” she snapped, starting to grow tired of the situation. This wasn’t working at all.

She furrowed her brows and tried to think of a possible solution, but all of them included being stuck to Jyabura the rest of the day, and that was definitely the last thing she wanted. There had to be a way to get rid of the curse or at least make it a bit less awkward.

Right?

"So now what?"

"You could start with stopping to snap at me, huh?!" he answered not less annoyed and irritated then she was. "It's not my fucking fault and I'm as happy about that whole bullshit as you are." Fucking curses, what the hell? How could those assholes dare to play around with people's minds like that?

He figured lying on top of him might be slightly abasing to her, so turning around to some side position seemed like the best idea since a very long time. Not that it would make the whole situation any less intimate. Stuck at their chests, WHAT? That would always end up in something way too intimate...

"Now what?", he repeated while trying to get in a somewhat comfortable position, which was simply fucking impossible. "Wait until it's midnight, of course. Then we'll be released, wait for the morning and get back to the City the same way we arrived here." Crossing the forest by night was sheer suicide, he wondered how they made it here in one piece. Good that he was at least physically an adult. "Prepare for the longest day ever, you'll survive it somehow", he joked sarcastically while laying his head on the sand and closing his eyes. Sleeping would help to ignore that whole bothersome situation.

He hoped.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you." she said slowly, while brushing some sand from her clothes by sprouting a hand.

She sighed and also closed her eyes, smiling wryly while doing so. They'd have to make the best of it. Again. All the "quality time" with him was really uncalled for, and it started to get on her nerves. Still, she tried to stay polite. No one was at fault here.

"It's just that after all these curses, we get yet another one. And why does it have to be something like this? It's as if the deities hate us with a passion."

For a brief moment, he was really shocked. What did she just say?! He looked at her sharply and seriously, but she couldn't see it now. Probably better that way. He closed his eyes again.

"Oh yeaah", he answered in an overdrawn tone, "how horrible of them to let you spend a day with the father of your kid. God, really. How dare they?! Oh I'm sure they really hate you!"

It was very likely not the right time nor the right place to start some heavy discussion, but that really fucking annoyed him. "Also", he added in a quieter but still annoyed voice, "you're the one who was talking about curses and their senses. Go figure. If you're not too busy pitying yourself."

Oh he knew very good, while he was stronger physically than her, in this situation she was the one who could kill him without any problems within seconds. But like he'd care now.

"What are you trying to say, Jyabura-san?" she said, not even trying to hide her mocking smile.

The fact that she absolutely hated this curse apparently aggravated him a whole lot. She knew that any snide comment could piss him off really good right now, and she also knew that he'd probably be angry at her for a very long time. And yet, she couldn't resist.

"Does my annoyance of being stuck to you break your heart?"

THAT. FUCKING. BITCH.

Alas, after counting up all possible reasons to not kill her right now and eat up whatever is left of her, he could come up with at least one. That one tiny reason he went through all this bullshit. And whose fault it wasn't that its mother was apparently an impudent little bitch.

Oh well, whatever. It's just the way it was, and she wouldn't give a fuck anyways. "Don't tell me you just heard it crack?! Damn..." Pseudo-shyly he scratched the scar across his eye. "But now you can make a fancy little tea party with that kitty-spy on Christmas and backbite about me aaaall the time!"

"Oh, that sounds like fun." she said, still smiling. "I might just do that."

She closed her eyes again and indulged herself in her amusement. She might turn up dead the next morning, but right then, she didn't really care. This was way too much fun, excluding the sand in her hair and clothes.

That curse didn't turn out to be too bad.

So, she was having fun? Why then, time for him to have some fun. He had to take the chance that she was careless enough to close her eyes again. Excellent.

"You finally know it then, Robin-chan?" he asked theatralically with a sigh. "I always knew you were some smart woman, with your knowledge in old piles of stone and all that... incredibly interesting archaelogy stuff." He thought that this was the absolutely most boring crap in the world, and he made sure to let her know.

"I'm quite sure this won't surprise you too, so no reason to break my neck or the like. At least not before I'm finished..." he added before quickly turning her on her back, pinning her down and giving her a kiss. Just long enough for him to enjoy it, because she wouldn't anyways.

"Well, and that would be now."

Just what in the world was that?

She had totally been caught off-guard by his sudden action, but she wasn't necessarily disliking it or anything... wait, what was she thinking? This was very very very wrong, not to mention that he was lying on top of her.

She stared at him wide-eyed, utterly shocked and not knowing what to do. Still, she tried to hold up her facade of indifference, despite her huge confusion and surprise.

"Well, at least you're having fun." The crack her voice ruined it.

"Oh it wasn't that bad, now wasn't it?" he said with a very satisfied grin on his face. He wanted to burst out in laughter, but he thought that would be inappropriate and not to mention dangerous. Seemed like he finally got her ice-cold. That was exactly what he wanted. Just a little revenge, and the better if in such useful ways.

He didn't really know what to do anymore, but he had the feeling that he had to take the chance. To break that fucking mask of her she was hiding behind. Well, if he knew how?!

"And you're not having fun?" he asked her calmly and not able to come up with anything better.

She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all. Just seconds ago she was inwardly cracking up, and now she was feeling unbelievably uncomfortable; she wanted to disappear right there and then. What was he up to?

But then again... she didn't really mind. In fact, it was exactly the reason that made her so uncomfortable. But those thoughts were absolutely wrong and she definitely didn't think of him in that way. Definitely.

"Maybe." she said while looking away. She couldn't take that smug grin anymore.

Why this would turn out to be the hardest task in his entire life, he was fucking sure about that. He could either score the jackpot or totally screw it up forever. All of a sudden, that made him really fucking uncomfortable.

It couldn't be the totally wrong way, because in the end she could get rid of him easily. But she didn't. Nevertheless, he hadn't very much trust in his diplomatic skills. And there was no way back. Well, fuck!

"Robin..." he started very careful and as calm as he could, but she'd hear the, well, panic in his voice. "You don't need to act, ok? I know you are not that...", he thought for a good word quite a while, "...not that cold. You can put off that mask of yours. It makes no sense if I know that you wear one."

Oh fuck it, cowboy, he thought. Like she hadn't good reasons to act the way she was. He just wasn't good at this talking-stuff. At all.

"It's just that I've been betrayed and thrown away so many times in my life, that I automatically build this wall around me when someone tries to get close." she said, still looking away.

God, why was she even explaining it? He probably wouldn't care either way. Had he ever cared? The only thing that concerned him was the child in her belly, not the person around it. Still, he had shown concern towards her sometimes. But only sometimes.

She finally dared to face him again, looking for any trace of sarcasm or mockery in his eyes. She found none.

"I'm sorry." she said in all honesty.

"Sorry for what? It's not that you don't have reasons to. I understand that." He stopped. Oh no, he didn't. "I mean, I can try to comprehend. Nothing more." He had to think of the Ohara 'incident', which was a nice synonym for genocide and the tiny fact that he was one of those guys. Well, not directly involved, but that didn't matter, in the end.

Now it was him who had to turn his face away. He couldn't care less looking into someone's face whose life the World Government has destroyed thoroughly. Pity? Bad conscience? Excuse me?! He'd probably laugh at them, too. Scum.

But it was an entirely different matter if that person was not only pregnant by him, but raised feelings in him, too. No matter if that girl happened to be public enemy number one. Oh well, bad luck, you know?

"No, I guess I am sorry. I have more than enough reasons to be sorry. Not you."

"Nonsense." she said. She couldn't quite fathom what had sparked this sudden apology, but she decided it was for the best. They had both said sorry, the only thing that remained for her now was not being so unbelievably stubborn.

Only now she believed that he did have good intentions, and she had constantly been pushing him away. She admired the fact that he hadn't already kicked her in the sea after all this; it made her grin like an idiot. God, she had been so stupid.

"I've been nothing but apathetic towards you, while you've been trying to be nice to me. And why? You're supposed to kill me, not protect me. Yet you still do it. So that also deserves a thank you."

"Yeah, I'm supposed to", he answered, still looking randomly away, "if I really were a good obedient government dog. It's just that people fail to differ a dog from a wolf, and if the wolf bites its supposed master's hand sooner or later, the whining is always big."

He dared to look in her face again, but hiding the insecure expression on his own was impossible. "I told you, I'd never lay a finger on you", he continued, immediately regreting that really clumsy choice of words for that situation, "and meanwhile not only because you're pregnant."

With a downright startled expression and an unevitable blush he took his hand back out of her hair that he had started to stroke with obviously more intention than only getting the sand out of it. What the hell?!

"Not that you didn't figure that out just a while ago..."

She felt strange. Floaty and dizzy, almost. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, not since... Not since that day when Luffy faced her in her darkest hour and he had ordered her to say that she did want to live. It felt familiar and yet very foreign.

She didn't even know what the hell she was doing. She really wasn't. The past few weeks seemed very unreal, with all the curses, her sudden pregnancy and the way of things in general.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her face closer with an enigmatic smile.

"Actually, I didn't."

That sure made him nervous. But in that extremely fucking good way that made your heart beat like a machine gun.

"Well, then you're not as smart as I thought" he said and tried to put on a mocking grin, but he couldn't but smile honestly. Man, when was the last time he did that?

"Now that you know" he continued after giving her a second kiss, a more pleasant one than before "let me make sure you won't forget.."

Oh well, some things are just worth three years of waiting.

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