A/N: Massively shorter than my other fanfics, and also the first OP, as well as not Shounen Ai fanfic, I feel like it's totally different from what I write for KKM. This is the result of my obsessiveness with Oda's work, and my wil running imagination I guess. For readers of "Spring's Symphony", I feel sad 'cuz apparently that story isn't an interesting one, so I might give up and rewrite and repost the whole thing later on. This one, just came spontaneously. Let's se how far I can take this one :D
Disclaimer: Let me wallow in my own despair of not owning One Piece, obviously....
Two hours left… what should I do? What should I do??
Nami was in a dilemma, tonight was supposed to be a big night, one that she didn't have chance to experience every day since she joined Luffy and the others. But of course, being with Luffy meant the constant restocking of meat. Meat equals Money, therefore the natural phenomena of Luffy wanting meet equals wasting money. How she hated thinking about that! She swatted the imaginary though quickly away before it made her think any further.
Back to the topic: Because Luffy loved meat so much, they were now running low on money. Of course, Nami would not concede that she had a week's ration's money in her secret savings, because those were, well, secret. So the only conclusion to this blasted money leaking problem would be to make some.
Unfortunately, the island, they had just arrived on was a fully civilized one, that had of course super high prices for everything.
Nami clutched the crème-colored envelope in her hand. It was her ticket to at least a month's worth of not worrying about food. The log post already pointed to the next island, so once she was done, they were free to go.
But there was still one problem: What to wear? She was sure one of her designer dresses would go perfectly well at such a pompous event. However, here she sat, looking at a pile of discarded pieces on her bed. The black strap dress she was currently wearing made her slightly more worried when looking at the mirror. Naaww, too serious…
She went to her huge wooden closet for the fiftieth time to grab another violet dress waiting on the hanger.
"I don't think you'll look good in that one. It doesn't suit you."
Sigh, I guess…Nami was about to shake her head in defeat, when she recognized the cheery tone.
"YOU! What are you doing in my room??? How did you get in here?" She screamed.
The navigator quickly grabbed one of the hangers and sent the poor pile of rubber against the wall.
"Ouch, Nami, that almost hurt!" Said rubber pile emerged from the debris around him, fully recovered with a smile.
"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO CHARGE INTO MY ROOM IN THE FIRST PLACE?" She snapped. There wasn't much time left, and this sorry excuse of a captain, who she was doing this whole ordeal for, was getting in her way!
"Oi, seriously, that black dress looks so serious." He said with a pout.
"What do you know about fashion??" Though I just though the same thing…She was exhausted from shouting, and it wouldn't help to lose her voice on this important evening.
"I like this one" Luffy suggested with a wide grin, bouncing next to her, and surprising skill opened the humongous closet to conjure a short red one-strap cocktail dress.
Shocked, Nami watched as the long rubber arm, that had disappeared into the depths of her closet come back with an article she couldn't remember buying. "I- I don't think it's mine. I've never seen it before. More importantly, how did you find it? I'm the only one who knows where I put what!" Nami was now surprised and outraged.
"Hmm? Well, if the top left drawer contained accessories, the second left hats, the third left shoes, the last left shorts, the top right bras, the one under that tops, the third right jeans, and the bottom right one your lace underwear, I thought the dress were all in the lower middle drawer, that you rarely open." The captain babbled on happily, counting each part of the closet and its contents on his hand, without noticing Nami's ever so reddening face.
Meanwhile, Chopper who occupied the infirmary next to Nami's room fell off his chair, while making one of his rumble balls, due to an immense ground trembling accompanied by the sound of muffled banging on the wall and floor.
Usopp however, who stood outside the door, picklock in his hands, quickly moved towards the aft deck, whistling the Sogeking song to override the increasing banging and knocking, and occasionally shouting.
I am curious to find out, whether this is worth pursuing, though I should say that this is a prologue. It means that this part is meant to be short, and I guess the chapters would be longer.
Looking forward to your reviews - if you decide to honour me with one.