To Hit a Funny Bone Chapter 4: A Song For Brooke!, an one piece fanfic

A/N: And here's the second one-shot of the night! BrookeXSuki. They make me happy :3

I don't care what anyone says. I love the song I created. It may not seem "song-like" to any of you, but I can sorta hear how she would sing it. Like in those movies where the singer comes up with a song on the spot.

I also wanted to quickly mention that I've OFFICIALLY been on this site for an ENTIRE YEAR! :O Crazy, crazy, I know, I know. I just realized it earlier, since I joined on February 11th of last year. It's the fourteenth now, but all the same, it's been a year! And it's been a great one, I think :) So just a shout out to everyone to say "Thank you". You're all beautiful :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this Brooke-Shot ;)

A Song for Brooke

"Are you ready?" She asked me, fiddling slightly with my guitar. She was nervous –I could tell as she stood there, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She took a deep breath. Exhaled.

"I'm ready," I told her, but I was wondering if she was.

She slid her tongue out over her lips, wetting them as she tightened her grip on the instrument. A small gulp of air. Another exhale.

"Just play –though I'm not sure if I'll hear you –"

"You may not have any ears, Brooke, but I'm sure you'll hear this one just fine," she said quietly.

Finally, she started playing the guitar. It was slow at first, but then the pace increased slightly, making it a fun piece rather than a soft piece.

She cleared her throat a little,

"You have an afro,
And I'm not quite sure how it grows,
But I like it."

She blushed slightly as I chuckled.

"And when the wind blows,
You're almost blown away, you know,
But I like it
It kinda sorta makes me laugh.

It's been only a few weeks,
Since I met you, Soul King
I'd say that it feels like years
But you don't feel a thing…
Skull joke!

I don't mind holding your boney hand
And I like how your bones are whiter after walking through the sand
You crack your jokes, make me grin
I don't care if you don't have any skin…
And I want you to know as we sail the ocean blue
That I~ love all 206 pieces of you"

"Yohoho," I chuckled. If I had a heart, it would be squeezing right now.

"I'm not done," she told me, walking a little closer and sitting across from me.

"Your jokes will always be funny to me
And I don't care about the fact that you're older than eighty
Although it's a little weird.
But I still like you.

And I like the music you play
And how you sing, nearly every single day
Everyone else may find you annoying at time
But I still like you

She cleared her throat again. Her tongue darted out once more, too. She glanced up at me, smiling "Wait for it."

"I could kiss you, it doesn't matter that you're cold.
I got enough warmth for both of us, so that's under control
It doesn't matter what you look like to me,
I love your bones. They're beautiful like the big blue sea"

Her pace changed completely, definitely more of a pirate-y tune.

"Yohoho, Yohoho, a pirate's life for me.
And in your scrawny arms, is the place I wanna be.
And if we sail the ocean true,
I know for sure that me and you
Will be happy here as skin and bones,
As we sit upon our so~ul thrones."

She strummed the guitar hard one last time, stopping it shortly after with her hand. "So what do you think?"

"I think I've never heard anything more beautiful," I told her, looking at her softly.

She leaned a little closer, whispering, "Except you have no ears to hear with."

I leaned forward a little too, "I heard that, Suki. And I felt that. Right here," I took her hand and placed it over my non-existent heart.

"I do love you, Brooke," she told me, setting the guitar aside.

"All 206 bones of me?"

"Especially your funny bone," she chuckled, kissing my cheek.

I just looked at her in mock offense, "What are you talking about? They're all funny bones."