A/N: Edited, for the heck of it...

...I'll update this soon?

Nami was stumped.

Her orange eyes looked out to the deck of Thousand Sunny, out at the sleeping figure of the swordsman. She couldn't explain the unsettling feeling Zoro brought her, how her heart pounds a bit quicker when he was around. She admits it; he's a very important person in her life. If it wasn't for him and Luffy, she would still be a tool of Arlong. But of course, she owed that to the whole of the crew, so it wasn't Zoro especially.

He never really stood out particularly. The silent swordsman was practically invisible next to the optimistic Luffy, the loud and show-off-y Usopp, Sanji (needless to explain), Chopper, the ever inventing Franky, and the newest male member of their crew, Brook. Zoro was always calm and collected, never panicking under any circumstances. She has never really given a thought about him, until she noticed the intimate discussions the archeologist and Zoro had together, and how there was always an extra glance for her. Nami felt hurt. She wasn't stupid, she probably knows why. But does she believe it?

"Oi Nami!" Zoro's call brought Nami back from her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Ero-cook wanted me to call you to dinner, since he's busy protecting 'your' food from Luffy. So ya better get moving if you don't want the love meal specially prepared for you by ahou-cook go down the bottomless pit we call a captain." Nami nodded, then turned away.

"Okay, tell Sanji-kun I'll be right there." Nami's voice was a bit shaky and unsettled.

"Nami? Are you alright?"

There was doubt and skeptical-ism in Zoro's voice, but there was just a hint of concern.

"Yeah! Sure! Just… go…"

Nami didn't dare turn towards him, but Zoro was still feeling weird about Nami's behavior, so he leaned across the table.

"Oi Nami! Are you sure you're alright? Your face is all red. Are you sick again?" Nami turned around to face him, trying to tell him to go away, only to find his face just centimeters away from her crimson one. Panicking, she kicked the bottom of the desk, only flipping it over on top of Zoro, and falling back on the chair herself.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Zoro grimaced, rubbing his head.

"Just go away!" Nami yelled, trying to stand up. But piercing pain shot through her leg. With a gasp, she clasped her thigh, only to find her hand bloody. Seeing blood, Zoro rushed over.

"What happened?"

"I think the letter opener did that…"

Then without another word, Zoro lifted her in his arms.

"He-hey!" Nami panicked. "What are you doing?!"

With a weird expression, Zoro turned to her. "Isn't it obvious? Get you to Chopper!"

The navigator's eyes narrowed. "Oh?" Her tone was sarcastic. "So you're going to carry me to the dining room, and get Sanji-kun mad, and then having to come back here with me to have Chopper treat me?"

The swordsman paused in mid-step. "You're right…" But he didn't put her down, instead walked swiftly outside the door outside. The wind was cold and hard, stinging Nami's cheeks. Involuntarily, she shivered. Not missing this, Zoro pulled her closer to his muscular form. "Sorry 'bout that. I'll try to go faster."

His strides led them across the deck, heading towards the room Nami and Robin shared. In his strong arms, Nami could barely feel the pain on her leg anymore. She loosened up and leaned her head to Zoro's chest. She could only wish time would stop, that they can stay like this forever. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Nami can't lie to herself now, and she wouldn't. She was in love with Zoro.

Robin stood outside the door of the dining room, watching from the shadows as Zoro carry Nami into her room. A sort of hollowness filled her heart. She felt unexpected hatred and anger towards the fellow navigator. Bringing her arms around her body, Robin leaned against the frame of the door and closed her eyes. Her lips moved slightly, but if words came out they were drowned by the howling wind. A few yards away in the females' cabin, a pair of blue eyes appeared.

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