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Title: Ten Incorrect Ways to Use a Sword, by Johnny and Yosaku
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG.
Summary: For luco_millian, who wanted a story about the pleasant side of swords. She gets ten drabbles of the traditional sort.


One: Dinner

The half-forgotten fish abruptly sizzled and spat and started to smoke alarmingly. Johnny flipped it onto a large banana leaf next to the fire and hoped he hadn’t just wrecked the temper of his sword.


Two: Lever

Yosaku wedged the thick, square-tipped blade into the crevice and leaned with all his weight. The rock rolled off of Johnny’s leg, leaving nothing but a nasty bruise to remember it by.


Three: Pokey

Johnny prodded the squiddy-thing with the flat end of his sword. “Hello? Are you alive, tentacle-aniki?”

It opened its wide black eyes and promptly gave them both a huge hug.


Four: Shield

The round musketball left a ding in the flat of Yosaku’s blade that he could never quite polish out.

Better the sword than his head.


Five: Shelter

Johnny sighed as he stretched the tarpaulin over their swords, both blades dripping with clove oil against the wet and wedged bladefirst into the soft, clayey soil of the riverbank.

The rain would stop soon, and they’d be able to ford the river in a day or two after that. In the meantime, they had somewhere dry to sleep.


Six: Crutch

Yosaku swore the entire way to the village, limping along with his trusty partner supporting half his weight and his trusty sword supporting the other half.

Johnny thought that it wasn’t so much the sprained ankle as the fact that their bounty had stopped running to laugh at them afterwards.


Seven: Compensation

Johnny eyed the long-bladed odachi hanging from the older bounty hunter’s back with just the tiniest feelings of inadequacy and jealousy.

Then the man tried to impress one of the bar wenches by drawing the huge thing, and it took him a full thirty seconds and the assistance of one of his friends.

Johnny patted the hilt of his sword. They said girth mattered more than length, anyway.


Eight: Mirror

Yosaku grumbled, struggling to hold his sword wedged firmly between his legs while he shaved using the reflection on its edge.

Eventually he decided that stubble was manly and awesome, and did not shave again until they got to an inn.


Nine: Twins

They’d bought them from the same store, and they’d been made by the same blacksmith, and their weights and balances were so alike as to be one sword looking at itself in a mirror.

They could tell them apart easily.


Ten: Aniki

Zoro-aniki had commented once (while deep in his cups) that their swords were, basically, clubs with sharp edges. No finesse at all.

Johnny and Yosaku pointed out that their unwieldy blades were actually quite handy, for they’d brought Zoro-aniki into their lives, after all.

Zoro pretended that he wasn’t pleased and hid his smile in his beer.