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SIX WORD STORIES MEME
TELL A STORY IN SIX WORDS


1. Post your top level with a six word story prompt. Making up your own is fine as well.
2. Other people respond, write a starter, get a thread going somehow.
3. ???
4. Profit!


DON'T LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL BLANK!

Original meme from here.

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[ryuusoken]

No, that's right - "Fire Fist" Ace, the Flare Flare fruit, a Logia-type - the information filters in a moment later, connecting now in a way it never had before. His brain really had been so messed up...

"That's right," he says, almost sheepishly. How is he going to explain this to Ace?

He looks away, then, and finally starts to notice more of the scenery around them. He's startled to find that he knows this place... it looks like the coastline of the island where they grew up, not far from their old treehouse. There's a cool breeze that carries the scent of flowers he'd never smelled outside of Goa Kingdom, and the smell brings back memories.

"Oh... this place is nostalgic." It feels like a silly thing to say that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of the truth. Isn't he supposed to be good with words?

[firelogia]

"Nostalgic, huh?" Ace looks around, really taking it. He wonders how he got here, how they got here. Dreams are funny like that. He imagines they'll both wake up somewhere in fifteen minutes or an hour, remembers he won't be doing that. Everything feels so surreal and slightly out of focus except Sabo. That's what he's here for - Sabo - why wouldn't they be here? The place their lives last touched, the place most significant to the two of them together.

"Yeah," Ace grins. "Been awhile since we were here, huh?"

[ryuusoken]

Sabo isn't thinking about waking up, or Ace not waking up, or them not being together when that happens. At least for right now, he's just marvelling that they are together again.

"Do you think the treehouse is still there?" he asks. Sabo gets to his feet, dusts his lap off as if there was anything there, then sticks out a hand to help Ace up, too. "Shall we go take a look?"

[firelogia]

Ace's face lights up at the thought.

The treehouse was more than just a treehouse. It had become their home after Dadan tossed the three of them out. True feral children, living on the land, building their own shelter, surviving despite the odds. As close to freedom as they could ever imagine as kids. Often they'd hoist their flag and pretend the treehouse was a ship, like the three of them were already pirates out on the open seas.

Ace takes Sabo's hand and gets to his feet, his free hand going to his hat to adjust it.

"Hell yeah, let's go!" he replies with enthusiasm, eager to set eyes on their old home.

They set off without hesitation. The walk takes much less time than Ace expects. The landscape is immediately familiar, carved into his memory. He knows this place better than anywhere - it's the place he has spent the most time in his whole life. He thinks that it should have changed with time - new and different plants, erosion, weather, wildlife - they change a place. But this is a dream, a memoryscape, and it hasn't changed at all.

He remembers the trees being taller, the greenery being more imposing, but it's he and Sabo who have changed, not the landscape. They've gotten older, taller, and more capable. Walking a mile at 10 and at 23 are very different.