Brook didn't loath his past. He had come to terms with it. After fifty years of anguish he was surprised that all it had taken to ease his pain was restored hope to see his friend again and most likely having a hell of a lot of fun on the journey getting there, thanks to the small band of young and eager pirates that had taken him in as one of their own.

He did however mind a little that he was now a skeleton. It had changed his life drastically. For example he had to take even more care of his Afro now, knowing that it wouldn't grow back anymore if anything happened to it. He was also a lot more fragile and many times when going into battle he feared that he might just snap from the strain he put on himself let alone the opponents' attacks. This actually made him a little paranoid and irritatingly jumpy.

But Brook had always been prepared to look on the positive side of things. Probably that was another reason why he had managed to put his past behind himself so easily.

There was one thing especially which he enjoyed now that he was a skeleton. Well two, if he counted his hilarious skull jokes (which he did yohohoho!).

Now, when he was alone playing the violin just for himself he would not hold his bones rigid as he would when playing for an audience. Instead he'd let his jaw hang loosely against the chin-rest allowing the vibration of every note to proceed to every bone in his body. The reason he wouldn't do this with any kind of audience around was because it resulted in a weird humming that did little to accompany his music harmonically (sometimes, when he thought of his nickname, "Humming Brook", he imagined it coming from this phenomenon, knowing full well that no-one except himself knew of this occurrence). And even though he always avoided doing anything that may taint the beautiful sounds coming from his instrument he revelled in the sensation of feeling acutely every note he struck on the instrument's delicate strings. Obviously, having been a formidable musician even before he had died, playing music had been a very bodily experience for Brook but now the intensity had risen tenfold. It made his heart flutter, although...he had no heart, yohohohoho!

AN: To celebrate the fact that my holidays will be over on Monday( -.-' ) I whipped up this tiny drabble that crept up on me last night. It happens to me so often and then I have a hell of a time wracking my brain trying to remember the genius ideas I had just before going to sleep. If you have anything to say to this, please do!!