Author's Note: I've had this story in mind for a while now. And I was going to wait until I finished The Cursed Island, but I can't hold it in any longer! So here it is! I already have everything about this story planned out. It's only going to be three or four chapters, but I might make a sequel... who know? Well I LOVE reviews and I hope this story is to your liking :D
Nami, finished giving the crew members their money, put her own portion of beli in her bra. "It only takes a few hours for the log pose to set," she reminded them. "We want to set sail tonight, so be back by sunset."
Luffy grinned. "I'll try!"
"ESPECIALLY you, Luffy," Nami rolled her eyes, still angry that they had to stop at this island at all.
"Am I in trouble?" he chuckled idiotically.
"The only reason we're here is because we're out of food, you idiot!" Sanji shouted. "Don't anger Nami-swan!"
His eyes widened. "Really? You guys should be more careful!"
Nami brought her fist down on his head, but Luffy continued to laugh. The crew stood in the courtyard of a string of markets, waiting for Nami's dismissal. "Go on," she sighed, seeing Franky and Usopp stealing glances at a weapons store while Brooke eyed a man playing piano in a restaurant. They began to leave. Zoro muttered to Robin "That woman can be terrifying," while Chopper ran to catch up with them. Luffy was already following his nose to find food.
"That idiot," Nami grumbled. She was eager to make it to the next island; a Navy ship had stopped here as well. Not to mention the fact that half of the money spent today would be for restocking their food supply. But she knew she wasn't really angry at Luffy. She watched him go, a small smile playing over her lips. When he was out of sight, she began walking to a nearby department store.
"Nami-swan," Sanji said cheerily, walking next to her. "May I accompany you?"
"I'm just getting new clothes. I don't think you'd find it interesting." She smiled
"I'm always intrigued by you," he smiled, his heart beating wildly.
Nami smiled halfheartedly. She liked Sanji, she liked all of her nakama, but she wasn't up for dealing with him right now. Actually, the only person she felt like she COULD deal with was Luffy. He was simple-minded. Hard to deal with at times, but he liked things simple. She liked that he made her feel care-free.
"Nami-san?"
Realizing she had been lost in thought, she apologized. "I'm sorry, Sanji. I think I just need some time to myself right now."
"Is something wrong?" Sanji's expression changed instantly from adoration to worry.
"No, I'm just really exhausted," she replied, trying not to lie.
Sanji looked into her eyes for a moment, then looked down, smiling. "I'll make you a refreshing drink when we get back to the ship."
Nami smiled, and began to walk away. "Thank you Sanji-kun!"
He watched her wave goodbye as she looked over her shoulder, the wind blowing the hair out of her face. She turned, and he watched her walk, her long legs stepping one in front of the other. She was the most perfect piece of art, the most beautiful goddess. And just out of his reach. He sighed.
As Nami continued to look for a clothing store, she noticed how empty the streets were. The few people outside would rush from one shop to another, nervously looking over their shoulders. Nami frowned. It wasn't normal behavior. Putting the thought to the back of her mind, she passed an alley.
"Somebody please! Help!"
Nami rushed down the alleyway. She saw a woman being harassed by a group of men. Two held her arms while a third stood in front of her laughing. Another two stood by, watching.
"Please! Stop!" The woman was crying as the man in front of her touched her cheek.
"Hey!" Nami called when she was close enough. She held her perfect clima-tact with both hands.
"Yo, boss look! Another party favor!" One of the thugs restraining the woman pointed out. He laughed obnoxiously.
Nami gritted her teeth. "And you're just another shithead!"
The man who spoke stopped laughing. One of his buddies shouted, "Bitch has a mouth."
Taking a deep breath, Nami decided on how she would get her revenge. Putting on her best pouting face, she cried, "Let her go! And don't call me that!"
The thugs laughed. One of the bystanders walked up to Nami and shoved her towards the group. She restrained herself from kicking him in the groin by taking his wallet. No one noticed.
The biggest thug, obviously the leader, grinned at the sight of her. Nami counted six teeth, two of which were gold. "Okay boys, let the first one go."
To Nami's surprise (and delight), the thugs let the distressed woman go. She ran down the alley.
The gang leader grinned maliciously. "Besides, this bitch is sexier." The thugs laughed. Nami bit her lip.
"Please don't hurt me!" Nami cried, but before the thugs could reply, she was creating heat balls and cool balls using her clima-tact.
"What's she doing?"
"Bitch, this ain't doing nothing!"
Nami stepped back, having distracted the gang momentarily. She let herself smile, putting away the damsel-in-distress act.
"You think something like that's gonna stop me?" The leader reached out to grab her wrist, but it disappeared when he touched it. "What the-"
"Where'd she go?"
Nami laughed, causing the gang to spin around. "Mirage Tempo."
"How'd she get behind us?"
Nami crossed the heat and cool staff by bending the clima-tact. She then swung the staff as hard as she could. "Cyclone Tempo!" She smiled as she watched the thugs get blown away, then caught the returning parts of the clima-tact. Happy, she turned and began walking back the way she came.
"Um, excuse me..."
Nami saw the woman who had been harassed. "Oh! Are you alright? They didn't do anything to you did they?" Nami thought about going back and using her Thunderbolt Tempo.
"No, I'm okay. I just wanted to thank you! If you hadn't have come..."
"Don't mention it. Is that gang causing a lot of trouble here?"
The woman's eyes widened. "Yes. And that's only a few of them."
Nami looked her over. She was roughly 25, but shorter than her. Her long black hair was held up in a loose bun, and she wore a green sun dress.
"Everyone in the town has been waiting for them to leave. But yesterday, my brother tried to ask them to go, and he was taken hostage!" The woman looked like she might cry. "I thought I might be able to save him..."
"Don't worry. I'll help you get him back. My name's Nami."
A wave of relief seemed to wash over the woman's face. "Im Leiko. Thank you so much!"