As always, Luffy had kept to himself due to the previous weeks resulting in nothing but angered words from the young ninja. His blind optimism had finally reached a head with her, despite the numerous times he promised her that he'd set them free. Laying atop his bed, he doesn't move a muscle or so much as make a sound when she crawls towards her bed. In moments like this, Luffy had never been one to interfere or speak up when things had reached such a low point. Times like this needed to be met with silence, giving time to those hearts which needed mending lest they truly need a hand to help repair the damage that had been done. He knows Yuffie to be strong, he knows her to be a sleeping tiger in adversity, otherwise he'd never had asked her to join his crew. Somewhere within the struggle and the turmoil was a beast clawing at the obstacles before them, the sounds of her defiance muffled by their entrapment inside of the cell.
Time would tell, and unravel a web of strength and resolve that Yuffie herself would be surprised by. With this in mind, he keeps to himself, waiting for the right moment for when he is needed.
It is only when he hears the guards come back to their cell that his eyes open, the silent protest of his nakama now the last thing his temper can bear. He rises from the bed like the wind, coming to his feet as he stands before the wounded ninja with his arms wide in front of her. He knows not her fate or the purpose in which they seek to enact upon her, but what he does know is that she no longer is their guinea pig, not while he is around to say so.
His lips go stiff, sealed together like nailed boards while the ferocity in his eyes do the talking. The soldiers are mere grunts, men holding fast to weapons when the iron-clad willpower of the pirate before them would sooner parish than crumble to their tactics. When they stop, the pirate lowers his head with a grin, a single thumb coming to jab at his own chest as he finally speaks.
"Oi, oi.. She's not yours to take any more. You want to play tricks with some one, then it's me you're taking." The men laugh, chortling at Luffy's proposal, until their jeers are cut short by gasps. Unseen to the girl behind him, the cause for such reaction is lost to rumors. Perhaps some day when rumors speak of it, listeners might be privy to the exaggerate tales of how Luffy's aura grew beyond the ceiling of the cell, or how his eyes slaughtered the confidence and courage with a piercing glare. Either way, whatever it was that Luffy had upon his face or the presence he imposed, the guards stutter before giving a reluctant agreement.
He turns on his heels, facing Yuffie as a hand rises to the top of his head. The shoddy hat of straw that he was known for wearing is lifted, plucked from the crown of his head and put atop her own. It's not quite the right size, slipping down and knocking against the tips of her ears as the worn hat now resides upon her thoughts and worries.
Re: Feb 16th - 17th Yuffie x Luffy (Closed)
Time would tell, and unravel a web of strength and resolve that Yuffie herself would be surprised by. With this in mind, he keeps to himself, waiting for the right moment for when he is needed.
It is only when he hears the guards come back to their cell that his eyes open, the silent protest of his nakama now the last thing his temper can bear. He rises from the bed like the wind, coming to his feet as he stands before the wounded ninja with his arms wide in front of her. He knows not her fate or the purpose in which they seek to enact upon her, but what he does know is that she no longer is their guinea pig, not while he is around to say so.
His lips go stiff, sealed together like nailed boards while the ferocity in his eyes do the talking. The soldiers are mere grunts, men holding fast to weapons when the iron-clad willpower of the pirate before them would sooner parish than crumble to their tactics. When they stop, the pirate lowers his head with a grin, a single thumb coming to jab at his own chest as he finally speaks.
"Oi, oi.. She's not yours to take any more. You want to play tricks with some one, then it's me you're taking." The men laugh, chortling at Luffy's proposal, until their jeers are cut short by gasps. Unseen to the girl behind him, the cause for such reaction is lost to rumors. Perhaps some day when rumors speak of it, listeners might be privy to the exaggerate tales of how Luffy's aura grew beyond the ceiling of the cell, or how his eyes slaughtered the confidence and courage with a piercing glare. Either way, whatever it was that Luffy had upon his face or the presence he imposed, the guards stutter before giving a reluctant agreement.
He turns on his heels, facing Yuffie as a hand rises to the top of his head. The shoddy hat of straw that he was known for wearing is lifted, plucked from the crown of his head and put atop her own. It's not quite the right size, slipping down and knocking against the tips of her ears as the worn hat now resides upon her thoughts and worries.
"Watch it for me. I'll need it when I get back."