And welcome to a light ZoNa fanfic oneshot! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It's only my second story on here, so please be kind! I'm not actually sure what flaming is, but I gather it's a negative thing so please don't! Sorry if the layout's dumb as well but I have no clue how to format this on here.

Also, apologies if you don't support ZoNa; I don't actually either but I'm just practising writing techniques and I've never written anything in the romance genre so I thought I'd use two of my favourite characters to-

Luffy: Get on with the story now Dootsy! I wanna see Zoro and Nami kiss! Shishishishi!

Dootsy: Um, I'm not sure I'm gonna include that cause- ah, never mind.

Luffy: CURTAIN RISES!

Dootsy: *sweatdrop* It's not a play, Luffy.

Just so you know: 'Speaking!' and Thinking

Nami's POV (so italics = Nami's thoughts)

Nami groaned and opened her eyes. Where was she?...

The last thing she remembered was dropping from exhaustion after the battle along with the rest of the crew. So how did she end up in a soft, deliciously warm and cosy bed?

She took a moment to glance around the room. She noted the rest of her crew in beds lined up beside hers; Luffy was out on his back snoring, Usopp was drooling on his pillow, Chopper was curled up in a fluffy ball, Vivi was hugging Karu (A.N: That is the duck's name, right?), Sanji was kicking slightly in his sleep and Zoro… he was lying face down in the bed next to her with his hand holding onto her han-

Nami gave a small shriek and her hand shot away from his like lightning. He gave a small mutter in his sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Oh, crap. He woke up. This is gonna be so embarrassing…

Zoro sat up with a yawn, still rubbing his eyes. He looked round the room blearily, and his eyes caught her attempting-to-look-nonchalant face.

'Anyone else awake yet?' he grumbled to her, seemingly not noticing her embarrassment.

'Doesn't look like it,' she replied without meeting his eyes, secretly relieved that he hadn't been awake for the 'hand' incident.

Zoro shrugged and promptly got up – presumably to train, even though he was still injured.

Before he went, she sat up.

'Oi, Zoro,' she asked, 'where are we now, and how did we actually get here?'

He raised an eyebrow.

'At the Palace,' he replied. 'Cobra's men found us all. Most of us walked back, and the ones who couldn't were brought back by the guards. Um, except for you. You were really tired and your foot was apparently 'killing' you so I - ' he blushed slightly, 'I carried you back. That's all.'

He turned away and practically ran out of the door, leaving behind a blushing an embarrassed Nami.

Geez, I remember now… I was being bitchy and complaining, so Zoro offered to carry me – why did I accept! Bridal style as well… not a piggyback like before.

She sighed, and pressed her face back into her pillow. It was probably just better to forget about it.

…Right?

Zoro's POV (so italics = Zoro's thoughts)

Zoro sighed as he lifted the massive rocks, balancing one on each arm. It hurt his wounds, but he needed to get stronger. So it was worth it. Also, it gave him time to think about… things. Or rather, one thing; that thing being the annoying, bitchy, demanding and frustratingly attractive woman that was Nami.

He rubbed the back of his head, forgetting there was a huge rock balanced on it. As a result of this, the rock crashed down just inches from him. He cursed mentally, and could almost hear her jeering laughter in his mind.

Why was she bugging him so much? He'd never felt like this about her – or actually anyone, for that matter. It was a new, uncomfortable feeling, and Zoro didn't appreciate it at all.

And she wasn't exactly helping, the way she was blushing and batting her eyelashes at him and practically demanding him to carry her twice – it was almost like she was doing it on purpose.

And at the risk of sounding like that pervy ero-cook, she was pretty. Not that Zoro really noticed that sort of thing; he was far too wrapped up in training and swordsmanship to worry about girls. But he did see her every day, and he just happened to notice that she wasn't ugly. That was all.

…Right?

Okay, so only a short fic – and no kissing X3

Maybe someday…

I know it doesn't really have much interaction, as it's more their thoughts and personal feelings, but I don't feel quite ready to write that sort of thing yet, if you see what I mean. I might add another chapter if I can work out how, but it'll probably take a while. Of course, then it won't be a one-shot, but meh.

Luffy: Aw, no kissing!

Dootsy: I'm surprised you even know what that is.

Luffy: Nami told me. Apparently it's sort of like eating, which means it must be something like MEAT! So it's gotta be good. 'Cause it's like meat, SEE?

Dootsy: *sweatdrop*…

Well, thank you for reading this fic, and please R&R! (That means Read and Review, right?)

Thank you! ;3