Sex, Tangerines and Chocolate

Disclaimer: Yaok...I do not own One piece , and no matter how many times I tell myself otherwise, I never will. (If I did own One piece I'd get sanji-kun to cook for me.)

Ok... so yeah... I've been writing fanfics ever since I got interested in anime, but have never actually posted anything...bah! 'Cause my writing sucks! This is the part were you comfort me...Anyway read on!

AN: This a OP fic with a Nami/Zolo pairing, If you don't like then don't read!... But go ahead and flame, it amuses me.

Prologue: In Bad Company

Love.

Was that what this was supposed to be? He realized that most men his age already had lovers, and in the case of Sanji, a lover...or two...it was more like twenty. Growing up, he wasn't interested in girls, or even thought them to be "icky" as most boys that age did. The only other woman in his life was Kuina at that time. He admitted to having a "crush" on her, but only out of sheer respect. She was his sempai.

And she was gone.

He knew that.

But for the longest time after she left him there was something missing. Maybe that was why he had resorted to such drastic measures. Drastic meaning his title of "Roronoa Zoro, most feared pirate hunter in the seven seas", but being a pirate hunter didn't help him to reach his goal any faster. Still, he wouldn't change it for the world. And lying in his arms was the reason why.

Soft, orange hair was the reason why.

Long, long legs were the reason why.

Big brown eyes were the reason why.

Soft pink lips were the reason why.

Nami was the reason why.

He looked down at her. Resting peacefully, cradled in his arm, head resting in the crook of his neck. Her face was so serene when she slept, so carefree. She had once said the exact same thing to him. He hadn't believed her. He didn't know what the word peaceful meant. Until that day.

Flashback

"God Zoro! Why can't you be nice? Why can't you be nice just once in your life?...Would it kill you?...Would it hurt you to show a shred of dignity?

Her voice was shrill, shaking him to the core like her words always did. But he would never admit it. He would never admit that he was afraid of her sometimes. Her, a girl. No, a woman. She was a woman, and that was the exact reason he was afraid of her. Their fight always started like this. It was the only thing that stayed constant in his life, loud and constant. They were over nothing really, he guessed she was just having another one of her many mood swings. He had always solved his problems with violence, so how in gods name could he settle a dispute with her? He couldn't hit her! As much as he hated to admit it, she was his friend, a woman who was his friend, and hitting a woman was out of the question... So what could he do to shut her up?

"Zoro are you even listening to me?...You see!...This is what really pisses me off! You don't listen to me!"

Blah, blah, blah...she railed on and on. It was actually pretty cute, the way she pouted, pushing her little pink lips out, shaking in frustration...her body. This was the problem with being a swordsman. You had to give up all guilty pleasures, alcohol(well he hadn't stuck to that one), gambling, and women, to obtain your goal...and...and...DAMMIT! Was she still bitching! Fine if she wasn't going to shut up by herself, he would have to do it himself.

He stood, towering over her. She stopped in mid-sentence, looking at him curiously. "What!" she demanded. She glared at him, her brown orbs met with his fierce, almost feral gaze. He stepped forward, she stepped back. "He...so have I pushed the limit!... Eh? Bushido-san? ... She yelled at him, looking coy. She was shoved against the side of the ship, yelping in surprise. "Since when" he started, moving so close their lips were inches apart..."Do I have a limit?" She shook against him, her small frame trembling. He whipped around thoroughly satisfied that he had shut her up, and was ready to leave.

"Why?"

A tiny voice caused him to stop. Silence ruled. He could hear her sobs. He turned, shocked.

"Why?" She came again.

"Because", he said, oblivious to the women's tears, "You wouldn't shut up!"

She looked up at him, submissive...broken, ignoring his words.

"Why are you breaking my heart!"

AN: So...first chapter done...boohoohoo...Yes don't worry there is a happy ending...obviously! I've got this story's rough draft and I'm estimating it to be at least thirty chapters. So enjoy!

PN: This is a joined work, not really my own but oh well. Credit goes to Mi-chan or known as Chon Nyo Please visit her blog for fanfiction update. Nya Link: http/myfruitmedley.