I don't own One Piece
She could only smile while sipping her drink. It hadn't been exactly what they had been hoping for, but they finally found it. One Piece was theirs, and despite the fact that it really wasn't much of a treasure to her, she was happy that he was happy. After all he was the one that burned into her retinas, the image she saw when her eyes were closed, the one who just seemed so... surreal at times.
"Hey, Nami, is something wrong?" The smiles that adorned his face only moments ago turned to one of concern.
"No, just thinking of everything we went through to find only a box. An empty box with nothing in it." She sighed.
"I guess so, but... we found it and it's ours! The Going Merry is the ship with the crew who rules the seas!" He exclaimed making her look at him. Truth is she expected him to be down since there was no REAL treasure to show off, to grasp. But Luffy was Luffy and it seemed that nothing could get his spirits down.
"So, uh, Luffy, where are we going?" His marksmen asked leaning against the swordsman before being roughly pushed away.
"We're going to Fuschia Town!" He replied enthusiastically.
"Why are we going there?" The cook asked turning his head away from Robin for the moment, pausing his flirting game.
"There's someone there I have to see." He just smiled the smile that takes place when he wouldn't divulge into it any further.
"If we're going to Fuschia Town then we have to change direction a bit to..." She made her way to the Wheel of the ship and spun it. "There... Should be no more than two days from here." She sat back down and shortly after complaints of hunger started followed by Sanji making jokes about breaking out the "emergency food" followed by the young deer on board complaining. Somewhere in the back Zoro's snoring was heard... Funny how the swordsman spent more time these days sleeping like that. Nontheless, this was the life... And it would only get better if he got his act together and loved her as she loved him.
Fuschia Town
"Hey 'Mond!" The bar keep called out to the petit body that made it's way to the bar.
"Afternoon, Neil."
"Did that friend of yours ever come back?"
"Friend? I've no friend." Fingers ran through short black hair. "If you're talking about the punk that left and never came back... he never came back. And I think it would be best if he didn't if he doesn't want to be hurt..."