~Mellorine
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*Bonk*
"Your knuckle carried all your love for me on it Nami-swaaaan, I can only repay you with a humble drink."
Like all confrontations between Sanji and Nami, this one also ended with a half broken heart, a fractured skull and a empty glass of Lime cocktail. It was already very apparent that Nami never really felt any intimate love for any creature that had a beating heart, money is what made her mind go round, but in a world like this, the impossible is probable and possible.
Sunny day on the Sunny Go, yet again, who would have thought?
As all days like these tend to yonder, the crew was enjoying some very childish daily activities among some manly and intelligent ones, some were even being creative.
And of course, our story begins with the bottomless pit that the crew members call Luffy's stomach, as it tries to gobble down Nami's orange trees, the trees that are so sacred and holy to her like nothing else, well, except money.
And yet again, of course, the white, or even blond knight trying to protect said trees from a person who is able to stretch his body parts indefinitely, somehow he manages to succeed with the only motivation being a very lost chance of the most tinker of hopes to find gratification in his effort by his favourite orange haired navigator.
To his surprise though, after having pretty much lost all energy protecting the so delicious looking oranges from a rubber monster, this time he was actually thanked, very tenderly to say so myself, as he got a very warm and possibly even "wet" kiss to the cheek.
This made the whole crew turn around for a second glance at the scene, what was going on? Was Nami actually showing...feelings? No, that can't be right, must be something else, and it just so happens that the crew's doctor, the little Tanuki named Chopper had the exact same thoughts as he prepared his Med kit for a check up.
The whole crew of course contained our white knight, the ship's cook famous for his very...unique behavior to the female gender, Mr. Sanji, or as the blues call him, Black Leg Sanji was of no exception to taking a second thought on the whole occurrence, his brain actually worked for a second instead of his second one, as he thought to himself :
"Did Nami~Swan actually just...kiss me? No, that can't be right, must be a mirage, it's a very hot day after all, the sea isn't making it any better either."
The thoughts didn't last long as his second brain took charge again, sending massive amounts of blood to his...nose (You pervert.), blasting him upwards with the most powerful nosebleed known to mankind.
Chopper's jaw dropped as his little legs sprinted him towards Sanji's blood deprived half-corpse, setting up a medical hook and giving Sanji a blood transfusion right away.
While all that was taking place, Nami just went back inside and locked herself in her room.
The hours passed as blood kept rushing into Sanji's body, and so did color as his face got rid of that pale yellow tint it had earlier, Chopper set down one last blood bag as he started packing his Med kit up and leaving for his own room.
And so, Sanji stayed in his bed for hours on end, unconscious and not able to cook anything for the captain that by now was almost about to eat his own arms off, it's not like Sanji cared anyway.
Chopper occasionally walked into Sanji's room to check up on him, at the later hours of the night, he announced to everyone that he will be fine as he had just started to regain consciousness but still needed some rest.
-2:16 AM-Sanji's room-
"No...no Nami san...we can't do that..." murmured Sanji in his half-asleep situation...
"We can't do what, Sanji-kun?" whispered the orange haired navigator as she slowly walked towards Sanji.
Hope people like this new style of writing, I am back dynamically and I will finish Strange thing called Love very soon, but here is something new to look forward to, thank you for reading.