A/N: Hi guys! It's no like you're interested, but I actually translated these drabbles because I wanted to give these as presents to people on opvillainhet -club in deviantart.
EDIT: I replaced the old ones with betaed versions.
NamixArlong
Nami was sure that she had finally lost her mind.
She had been freed from Arlong's grasp as had her village. The freedom which she had always wanted more than anything had finally been achieved. She had thought that with that, she would also receive peace of mind, but she was wrong.
Nami was more often than not having dreams about Arlong. While it was not surprising that she was still unable able to completely let go of the past, the reason Nami was questioning her sanity was the quality of her dreams.
When she had been Arlong's slave she had nightmares of him almost every night. Sometimes they were re-enactments of things that actually happened and others they were dark creations of her imagination, but they were all nightmares nonetheless.
But the dreams Nami had nowadays were something entirely different.
In these dreams Arlong wasn't the evil one who haunted her, but instead something that Nami desperately wanted to reach. Arlong seemed so far away, when she wanted nothing more than to be embraced by his strong arms. But Nami was never able to reach him; she was always left on the shore while the sharkman drifted away. Usually she would shout his name and stretch her hand so that Arlong could grab it and take her with him. Their hands never met, at which point Nami would wake up, feeling very empty inside.
She felt that when she had achieved her freedom, she had lost something more important.