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thefolksbetween) wrote2009-06-25 08:12 pm
thefolksbetween) wrote2009-06-25 08:12 pm
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Remembering Her 11th - Nami
Who: Nami from the Edelverse
What: A convo with jack reminded her of her 11th Birthday.
When: Thoughts from when she was home as a child.
Rating: PG – Un beta’ed and unchecked / raw draft
Jack had mentioned not remembering his 11th birthday, and for a moment, Nami too had forgotten it. There were a lot of things largely that she was forgetting for some reason, and for a bit that was one of them. But as they continued to talk about it, the chatter about stealing and books, and why steal books and what not, it hit her what had happened.
For a bit she was embarrassed that she had managed to forget something so… bothersome. Something she found annoying and horrible. She told him how it happened, and what in as brief as possible tone as she could. But after a while her mind wandered to that. Laying back in the annoying bed, her room mate curled up and sleeping on the other end of the bed, she closed her eyes and tried not to think of it all.
Thinking of it though was exactly what her mind decided to do.
Nami never knew her birthday really. She’d pretty much been adopted, rescued from a war zone. July the 3rd was the day she had chosen for her own birthday, because she always felt just a little older in July anyhow. Technically she was ten when she made her pact with Arlong, but she had been saying she was already 11 because she felt like she was. It was a little earlier then her claimed birthday, but none the less, it was her age now, she had decided it.
When the actual day came though, July the 3rd, she decided to take the day for herself. She told none of the Fish Folk of Arlong Park what it was today. That wouldn’t have mattered to them or her anyhow. Instead she went to the peek that her mothers grave was at. Bellemere’s grave, her very close to being a mother, mother. Sitting there she cried, missing her dearly, and said once more that she would have the money and buy back the village as soon as she could, for her. For her Bellemere.
After that she ventured into the village it’s self, hoping to spend, just a little, just a very little on herself today. She’d made the money for the village, but she wanted a new book, and it was for her birthday, right? Perhaps she could be selfish just this once. She could rob someone of this cash later anyhow, and make it back. But for now, for today, she wanted to be legit and get herself a gift. Something she knew her Bellemere would have gotten her.
But as she walked into the village, people shunned her, looked away, walked away or closed their doors. As she made it to the shop she wanted, going inside, she was told point blank that “We don’t sell to your kind here.” With other remarks about how stolen money is no good here, and that she didn’t figure she would actually PAY for anything anyhow.
Nami tried to show them that she had money, and just wanted a book, her small hands holding folded bills and a hand full of coins. But she was pushed out he door, and the woman started to yell “THIEF! SHE’S A THIEF!” which in turn brought more angry villagers down on her, all crowding around and grumbling “Get her!” and “What did she steal this time!” or “They should have locked her away already! If she wasn’t part of Arlong’s Pirates, I’d say do it!” and so on.
Wide eyed and upset, Nami started to back peddle, trying to tell them other wise. “No! No, I just wanted to pay for… I just… you fools! You don’t understand! I…” she ran into someone. But up to their knees, she leaned back, looking up at a very angry looking Mr. Genzo, his face and body still partly bandaged, his scars and stitches from where he was cut still angry looking. He looked like a pieced together monster, and even worse while scowling down at her like that. His hands on his hips and leaning over, mustache twitching.
That stupid pinwheel on his hat… still. She wished it made her laugh this time, but looking at it spin instead just made her ache inside. Holding her hands up to him, with the money, she started to plead. “I just wanted to pay for a book.” But for some reason, as she said it, and she watched his mouth begin to open to speak, and someone from the crowd yelled “Arrest her!” She panicked, ducked down, slipped under and through Genzo’s legs and took off. Running as fast as she could, to her Sisters house.
When she got there, she hid, in the mikan grove, pulling at the hidden trap under the ground, slipping inside and hiding in it. It was a safe house, of sorts. Very small but large enough for her now. She hit there, for hours, sweating in the heat, the only light coming in form the crack she left open at the top. Maybe it would close on her? Maybe it would lock and leave her here. She didn’t mind right now. She felt like a horrible person.
“Tell someone, Nami. Let them know why you did it.” She told herself, but cried, as she was sure they wouldn’t understand.
After hours, it was getting darker out. She slipped form the hiding place, having left her money there. It wasn’t needed or wanted just yet. She needed the rest of it really. Then she could buy them all back. That would be the day. But not today.
Going to her sisters house, she peeked in on her, ducking in to see her, but that too went sour, and not 10 minutes after she arrived did she take off running again. Past her mothers grave, back to the Park. She ran through the gates, the guard laughing at her crying “Awww, did little Nami fall down and get a booboo” he crowed, laughing as she dashed off. She ran past Arlong, saying nothing as the shark headed man laughed, and ran to her room, up the steps and into her bedroom.
There were lots of papers and books, but nothing like she would have in a few years. For now it was a desk, and paper, and pens, and charts for her desire. As she lay across her poor bed, she sobbed, head in her arms, and wished this day would end.
Before it could end though, Arlong showed up, dropping a ‘gift’ on her desk. More paper and a new pen set, for the other one was becoming dull with use. He stroked her hair with a fishy hand, and laughed at her emotions. He asked what was wrong, and beside herself, she told him. She told him it was her birthday and she just wanted to buy a book for it. She didn’t know why she told him this, he wouldn’t understand, care or get it. Hell, he might punish someone for it. But instead he just pet her hair, laughed and said “My Nami. If that’s all that’s bothering you, don’t cry. Any book you want you will have. Just stay devoted to me and draw my maps and you can have anything.”
He pointed out the new stack of parchment and smiled a razor toothed smile. He said they were for her, a gift, and that he’d get her a book tomorrow. But to smile and… get to work. Which she did. She stayed up all night working on his requests, late into the night, soon forgetting that it had been her birthday at all.
Seven more birthdays would pass, much the same, or better yet with out her notice.
What: A convo with jack reminded her of her 11th Birthday.
When: Thoughts from when she was home as a child.
Rating: PG – Un beta’ed and unchecked / raw draft
Jack had mentioned not remembering his 11th birthday, and for a moment, Nami too had forgotten it. There were a lot of things largely that she was forgetting for some reason, and for a bit that was one of them. But as they continued to talk about it, the chatter about stealing and books, and why steal books and what not, it hit her what had happened.
For a bit she was embarrassed that she had managed to forget something so… bothersome. Something she found annoying and horrible. She told him how it happened, and what in as brief as possible tone as she could. But after a while her mind wandered to that. Laying back in the annoying bed, her room mate curled up and sleeping on the other end of the bed, she closed her eyes and tried not to think of it all.
Thinking of it though was exactly what her mind decided to do.
Nami never knew her birthday really. She’d pretty much been adopted, rescued from a war zone. July the 3rd was the day she had chosen for her own birthday, because she always felt just a little older in July anyhow. Technically she was ten when she made her pact with Arlong, but she had been saying she was already 11 because she felt like she was. It was a little earlier then her claimed birthday, but none the less, it was her age now, she had decided it.
When the actual day came though, July the 3rd, she decided to take the day for herself. She told none of the Fish Folk of Arlong Park what it was today. That wouldn’t have mattered to them or her anyhow. Instead she went to the peek that her mothers grave was at. Bellemere’s grave, her very close to being a mother, mother. Sitting there she cried, missing her dearly, and said once more that she would have the money and buy back the village as soon as she could, for her. For her Bellemere.
After that she ventured into the village it’s self, hoping to spend, just a little, just a very little on herself today. She’d made the money for the village, but she wanted a new book, and it was for her birthday, right? Perhaps she could be selfish just this once. She could rob someone of this cash later anyhow, and make it back. But for now, for today, she wanted to be legit and get herself a gift. Something she knew her Bellemere would have gotten her.
But as she walked into the village, people shunned her, looked away, walked away or closed their doors. As she made it to the shop she wanted, going inside, she was told point blank that “We don’t sell to your kind here.” With other remarks about how stolen money is no good here, and that she didn’t figure she would actually PAY for anything anyhow.
Nami tried to show them that she had money, and just wanted a book, her small hands holding folded bills and a hand full of coins. But she was pushed out he door, and the woman started to yell “THIEF! SHE’S A THIEF!” which in turn brought more angry villagers down on her, all crowding around and grumbling “Get her!” and “What did she steal this time!” or “They should have locked her away already! If she wasn’t part of Arlong’s Pirates, I’d say do it!” and so on.
Wide eyed and upset, Nami started to back peddle, trying to tell them other wise. “No! No, I just wanted to pay for… I just… you fools! You don’t understand! I…” she ran into someone. But up to their knees, she leaned back, looking up at a very angry looking Mr. Genzo, his face and body still partly bandaged, his scars and stitches from where he was cut still angry looking. He looked like a pieced together monster, and even worse while scowling down at her like that. His hands on his hips and leaning over, mustache twitching.
That stupid pinwheel on his hat… still. She wished it made her laugh this time, but looking at it spin instead just made her ache inside. Holding her hands up to him, with the money, she started to plead. “I just wanted to pay for a book.” But for some reason, as she said it, and she watched his mouth begin to open to speak, and someone from the crowd yelled “Arrest her!” She panicked, ducked down, slipped under and through Genzo’s legs and took off. Running as fast as she could, to her Sisters house.
When she got there, she hid, in the mikan grove, pulling at the hidden trap under the ground, slipping inside and hiding in it. It was a safe house, of sorts. Very small but large enough for her now. She hit there, for hours, sweating in the heat, the only light coming in form the crack she left open at the top. Maybe it would close on her? Maybe it would lock and leave her here. She didn’t mind right now. She felt like a horrible person.
“Tell someone, Nami. Let them know why you did it.” She told herself, but cried, as she was sure they wouldn’t understand.
After hours, it was getting darker out. She slipped form the hiding place, having left her money there. It wasn’t needed or wanted just yet. She needed the rest of it really. Then she could buy them all back. That would be the day. But not today.
Going to her sisters house, she peeked in on her, ducking in to see her, but that too went sour, and not 10 minutes after she arrived did she take off running again. Past her mothers grave, back to the Park. She ran through the gates, the guard laughing at her crying “Awww, did little Nami fall down and get a booboo” he crowed, laughing as she dashed off. She ran past Arlong, saying nothing as the shark headed man laughed, and ran to her room, up the steps and into her bedroom.
There were lots of papers and books, but nothing like she would have in a few years. For now it was a desk, and paper, and pens, and charts for her desire. As she lay across her poor bed, she sobbed, head in her arms, and wished this day would end.
Before it could end though, Arlong showed up, dropping a ‘gift’ on her desk. More paper and a new pen set, for the other one was becoming dull with use. He stroked her hair with a fishy hand, and laughed at her emotions. He asked what was wrong, and beside herself, she told him. She told him it was her birthday and she just wanted to buy a book for it. She didn’t know why she told him this, he wouldn’t understand, care or get it. Hell, he might punish someone for it. But instead he just pet her hair, laughed and said “My Nami. If that’s all that’s bothering you, don’t cry. Any book you want you will have. Just stay devoted to me and draw my maps and you can have anything.”
He pointed out the new stack of parchment and smiled a razor toothed smile. He said they were for her, a gift, and that he’d get her a book tomorrow. But to smile and… get to work. Which she did. She stayed up all night working on his requests, late into the night, soon forgetting that it had been her birthday at all.
Seven more birthdays would pass, much the same, or better yet with out her notice.