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Prompt 1 - Dance

An Autumn Island somewhere in the New World - 2 Months, 3 Weeks and 5 Days after crossing the Red Line

The salty breeze blew across the deck, she could smell a storm raging five hours to the west, feel the warm front as it collided with the chilly spring of the Autumn Island they were currently anchored off. They had stopped here to get some vital food and medical supplies, that had been around dawn of course and after a night on watch she had figured some sleep while they were still would be fine. She hadn't been sleeping very well of late as it was so the chance to do so in a relatively stable part of this unpredictable sea was something a good navigator could not turn away. 'Wake me up before noon and every single one of you will suffer' was what she had said to the 'boys'. She needn't have worried about Chopper and Sanji, as they would be on the Island until then at least making sure they had everything the crew needed. Zoro was also a non issue, even when he was awake and active (as opposed to asleep, drunk, high, meditating and whatever else delinquent swordsmen did these days) he was not a contributor to the Noise unless Sanji was within sight. The Noise had started with and still revolved around the most irritating factor in her life (and also the most valuable, not that she'd ever tell anyone that), the crew's heart and soul - Monkey D Luffy. Over time it had been complemented by a Braggart (and my cowardly, brave, idiotic and genius of a best friend), a Pervert (a clever and kind pervert, but also an extremely loud pervert) and a Rock Star (also coincidentally a pervert, but at least one who understood good manners and music) and recently a part-time Princess (how the hell does she keep finding us anyway?). The Noise was not always the bane of her existence, only on the occasions when she was either trying to sleep or trying to work. So it was quite a surprise to her when she woke up not slightly after noon like she'd planned, but at dusk to the smell of grilling vegetables and the sound of something that made her want to move her hips in a way that was probably not what a normal girl would consider decent.

As she leant against the railing outside the Girl's Room smelling in turns the warm salty whiff of a far-away storm, the sweet charcoal of grilled corn and the slightly acrid but not completely unpleasant smell of the rubber 'boy' sitting on the rail next to her. Clapping his feet to the strange music while his hands and mouth worked in tandem to demolish his favourite kind of meat (any cut, so long as it had a bone and was made from gigantic sea-monsters) he seemed to be very happy, at least his eyes were twinkling, even if his face was currently being contorted by the ridiculous amount of food he'd shoved inside of his gob. He tried to say something but all she heard was "Bagikonfuulufkvwavoovik!"

"Swallow first Luffy, then speak. Unless you've finally decided to learn another language?" She teased, poking him in his overladen cheek. "Cos' either or, I have no idea what you're saying."

A huge *GULP* sent everything squeezing down his flexible gullet, and a gigantic belch followed. Zoro and Franky gave him a little clap while he laughed "Shishishi." He looked about for a moment, obviously trying to remember how he was thinking before the rather magnificent burp. "NAMI!" he shouted, turning to give her one of his ten million watt grins.

"Luffy!" She half-yelled back. It was nice to be well rested for a change and playing along with him cost her nothing.

"What do you think of the music?" He was obviously excited, his feet hadn't stopped clapping, even after his brain had to reboot just a moment ago.

The music? It certainly did resemble the music she knew, but it was a little off compared to Brook's usual repertoire, too clangy (is that a word?) and boppy, there was nothing she'd call 'Soul' about it. A quick glance had already told her he wasn't the one playing but she wondered how this strange new sound had come on board their ship.

"Yeah, I think so," she tilted her head, letting her orange hair fall over one shoulder as she tried to ascertain whether she did like it or not. Her pelvis certainly seemed to as she felt an almost unstoppable urge to sway her hips and waist in a manner that would cause at least 3 nosebleeds and rather ruin their barbeque, especially if the chef is suddenly knocked out of commission, she thought cheekily while resting her chin on her hand to conceal the grin she'd felt peel across her face. "Who made it?"

"No idea!" He cheerfully explained while her forehead smacked on the wooden rail. Too blunt, Baka. "Sanji and Chopper brought it back. From over there." He pointed one of his long fingers over her Mikan grove, implying the boys had bought back a bit more than just fresh produce and medicine.

"Hmmm, is that so?" She said in a faintly disinterested manner because she knew that would only make him want to talk more and she felt like listening to his voice for a little longer.

"Yep, and they brought this machine to play the music thingies and first I told them they had to play it quiet because if we woke you up you'd probably throw us all in the water and then eat all our food," So that's his definition of suffering; no food and sinking, that's no fun. "And at first Sanji wanted to play it loud because he said if it's loud the beautiful ladies will come and dance but then Zoro called him a name… ummmm I forgot the name he said but anyway then they had a fight and me and Usopp turned it down." He said the last bit with his chest swelled out in pride.

"You say that but I bet Usopp was the one who actually did it," she hit him with a teasing grin. She loved her captain but there was no getting away from the fact he was a dunce, especially when it came to appliances. He can only use a DenDenMushi if it's a direct line or if someone else dials it for him, no way did he figure out how to use a completely foreign music player.

His face twisted into a petulant scowl, "Yeah! But I told him to turn it down, so it was a joint co-aberation!"

"Co-operation?"

"No the one with the 'abber' in it."

"Collaboration?"

"That one!"

She started to laugh and found it a little hard to stop, especially when he started to giggle along with her. She only stopped after her sides began to hurt. A lull in the music had let their laughter was over the rest of the crew. Usopp and Chopper waved at her while Sanji. Well Sanji-

"NAMI-SWAAAAAAAAN!" He roared as he twirled up the stairs, a fruity cocktail and a plate of skewers perfectly balanced despite his erratic movements. As he stopped in front of her, his voice suddenly shifted to a smooth baritone. "Nami-san, your dinner is served," it didn't last for long though. "And here's a drink filled with my undying love for your exquisite smile!" His eye was shining pink and the smoke coming off of his cigarette curled into little heart shapes. I always wonder how he does that.

"Thank you Sanji-kun," she replied, taking the proffered items with a warm smile. "It looks delicious."

"Aaaaaaah, Nami-sa-"

"Sanjiiii!" the whining tone coming from their rubber captain implied only one thing. "I'm huuuungry!"

"Shut up you shitty captain," Sanji's tone changed drastically, to a downright venomous degree. Nami ignored the pair of them and began eating. "I already gave you three servings. You can wait until Nami-san has finished before you get anymore, now sit down and shut it!" With that said their chef stomped back downstairs, muttering about 'shitty rubber brats' and 'shitty marimos' the whole way.

"Booooooooo!" Luffy groaned. Then he slid off the railing and slumped into a lazy lotus next to her legs. She chewed on one of her skewers and slowly counted to ten.

7… 8… 9… 1-

"Nah-miii…"

"Nope."

"Eh? Stingy."

"I'm not stingy," she finished off one of the tasty kebabs and proceeded to stab his wandering hand with the sharp skewer, she heard a muted 'yowch' and continued. "Luffy, how would you feel if you someone came along and stole your first meal of the day?"

"I'd beat them up!" Wow he didn't miss a beat with that one. His stretchy fingers got closer to her plate and she gave him another jab. This time the 'yowch' was a 'nyooow'. Probably got him in a softer spot.

"What if they begged you?"

"I'd tell them to get lost!"

"And if they didn't?"

"I'd beat them up!" *Jab* *Jab* "Ow, Nami! That hurts!"

"Luffy if you steal the first thing I've eaten all day I will beat you up! Got it now?" He huffed and turned away from her, with his hand still snaking up through the rails to attack from the other side. Alright, done with this game. She grasped the skewer firmly and stabbed it into his cheek.

"Ow!" *Jab* "Ow!" *Jab* "OW! NAMI! Stop it!" *Jab* "OW! ALRIGHT! FINE!" He stood up with an even bigger huff and walked over to the gunwale and sat there with a brooding look on his face. "Nami's such a scrooge." He whisper-yelled. She pretended to ignore him and made loud moans while she was eating, enjoying the look on his face growing darker and darker. What do you know, this is kinda fun. The music started up again and while she teased her despondent captain she noticed that it wasn't just Franky and Chopper dancing around, Usopp seemed to be bopping along while he fiddled with a few pieces of junk. Robin and Brook were sitting at the table tapping their feet as they drank their tea and even Zoro seemed to be nodding his head, although that could also be him trying to stave off passing out, she counted the bottles around him. Nope, he's bopping, there's no way seven bottle has him drunk enough to pass out. Seven wouldn't even get me tipsy. Lastly though was the blond chef. She truly loved all of her nakama, as much as she loved her family, because that's what they'd become to her, just another part of her adopted family. But just because they were family didn't make them perfect, as Nojiko said herself - "Skank is fine with me". There was very little she would ever admire about Sanji; the obvious ones were his strength, his culinary skill, his begrudging kindness and even that idiotic chivalric code of his, but the thing she likes most about the perverted playboy-wannabe was the way he moved. It wasn't like he made her hot or even lukewarm to be honest, but the way he moved about, always perfectly poised and graceful like a dancer in motion. Even now, grilling away on the deluxe-sized barbeque he and Luffy had begged for he was tapping, shaking and wriggling about. His hands were busy so he moved his feet, dancing as he made his way about the grill, turning and stepping in time with the beat while his eyes never left his precious ingredients.

"Luffy," she called out to him, feeling full at last. Sanji always gave her more than she needed as 'shitty rubber captain' insurance. She still had three kebabs left that simply would not fit in her already slightly bulging stomach. Geez, he didn't have to give me so much. Her captain did not immediately respond, but she already knew he wouldn't, such a kid sometimes. So she sat the plate on the railing and called again. "Luuuffy?"

"Hmph!" Oh, that attitude huh?

"I see," she added a touch of haughty young rich girl to her voice. "And here I was going to give these to you, but I see you don't want them. Well, that's fine" She went take the plate away but he was already aside her stuffing all three straight in his gob. Pulling the bare skewers out and tossing them on the plate he began to chew, making several pleased moans and grunts. When he finished with a satisfied 'aaaah' she asked, "Feel better now Captain?"

He flashed another grin even bigger than before. "Yup, shishishi. Thanks Nami!"

"So long as you learned your lesson," she shot her own Cheshire cat grin back at him.

"Ah," he nodded and plastered a learned expression across his face. "Don't get in Nami's way when she's hungry and has pointy things."

"Close enough." She chuckled and looked at the boys o n the lawn, Usopp had now abandoned his junk pile and was dancing in earnest. Shaking his legs and arms in a strange, seemingly uncoordinated rhythm that actually seemed to match the song beat for beat. Watching him move about the tiny Chopper, who was wiggling his arms about and laughing like a little boy (I suppose he still is a boy though, he's what… 17?) while Franky made jerking, machine like movements, she could just hear the two boys over the music, 'uwaaah, it's the Robot!' She felt the next beat in her hips and didn't bother trying to stop it, it pumped down through her pelvis and tapped her feet, twisted her waist and made her want to throw her hair about. She giggled and swung her hips a few times to get the feel of the rhythm before bopping her captain with her hip.

"Oi!" He was obviously confused as to what she was doing so she grabbed his hand and let the beat inside her flow through her arms and move him about. He shook and stretched and then he… smirked? "Shishi, Nami. That's not how you dance to this music." Huh? What the hell does he know about dancing?"

"Oh yeah," her voice now laden with sarcasm he wouldn't understand. "Show me how you dance to this kind of music then." And then she shook her whole body and twisted him into a travelling spin. The music pounded loud all of a sudden and he stopped rigid. The next pound seemed to be what he was waiting for as he let loose one hard movement and then slowed. Pound. Pound. Pound. Each pound caused another erratic movement until they began to speed up and blend together with the faster sounds before one final pound left him teetering at the rail, his straw hat in his outstretched hand, just as the song began to do what Nami could only describe as wail, he flicked his treasure onto her head and tipped over backwards, smashing headfirst into the deck and then oozing up in a sort of spastic wriggling, then as the rhythm smoothed into a gentle step-beat-step-shwing kind of sound he began bouncing about on his feet, thrashing his head around and making rigid movements with his arms. It looked almost like some sort of choreographed martial art, but his giggling face killed that thought immediately. Surprisingly Usopp joined him in perfect sync and they seemed to be exchanging dance moves. She couldn't help but laugh, the long-nosed boy she considered her closest friend seemed to be taking it incredibly seriously until he said something she couldn't hear in the middle of a move and Luffy's face set itself into what she had to consider was his attempt at pretending to be serious. Ahah, my belly hurts. Laughing at the ridiculousness of these two, nearly-twenty year old boys jumping around having the time of their life with 'poker faces' plastered across their gobs was too much for her. The sniper dropped into a weird position and began dancing on all fours and after some complicated spins and twists ended up in a lounging pose with a rather superior look on his face. Both Luffy and Chopper were starry-eyed at his performance and after an unheard taunt, the rubber boy decided to drop onto one arm and shift, he was spinning, dancing, twisting without letting his feet touch the ground. At this point the whole crew was watching the pair and as the music built to the crescendo Luffy touched his head against the grass and let fly. Spinning like a top for nearly half a minute before stopping upside down, rigid as an arrow, arms folded across his chest right as the music came to a dead halt. Franky, Brook, Chopper and surprisingly even Sanji all gave the pair a round of applause.

The boys started gabbling about 'break-dancing' or whatever it was. She heard 'Yasopp' and 'Shanks', then a 'Rayleigh' before she tuned out and drained the rest of her cocktail. As the music started up again she leapt over the rail and onto the softest landing pad available - their captain. Returning his hat in the process and racing to sweep up Robin so that they could dance along to the next bopping, pulsing beat. Her skin told her they had about 4 hours before the storm hit and they would have to batten down the hatches.

"4 hours til the clouds break boys! Make the most of it!"

"YOSHA!"


A/N: SO... I wrote this down in July-ish. I think. I honestly can't remember. I've had to download it off of here about three or four times now because of various computer failures. However my not posting anymore was pretty much mostly laziness. Or rather laziness in regard to actually typing. See I write like crazy but its all in my head and it changes so fast that it's rare I manage to get a good one like this down on paper. Whenever I do it's usually completed in a day or two and posted ASAP because I'm not a big drafting person, because a part of me is a perfectionist which means that my first drafts are usually pretty damn good anyway, but then I fiddle with them until they lose all the spontaneity and that special flow of the dialogue that comes with instant inspiration. Anyways this is just an edit of some minor bits I wanted to add to the overall, I don't think I fixed any of the spelling or grammar mistakes I might've made so if you read this and spot any please let me know. If you feel like it please leave a review or even if you just want to tell me I'm shit and to stop writing. I mean... I won't listen to you but I'm good with both constructive and de-constructive criticism. As for my statement in the old blurb; ignore it. I made the promise to do 100 prompts in 100 days when I was ignorant of the fact that many of the prompts didn't inspire some quick spark of wit and will. At least not immediately. So instead I'll try for at least one a week. Some will be longer like this one (or longer than this one), others may not even hit 1000 words (my usual minimum limit) but I'm not gonna say "I WILL FINISH THIS COLLECTION". Because I haven't seen on this site a single 100 prompts collection that is actually complete.

By the by, I will not be posting these either in chronological or numerical order, but rather as they come, it works a little easier for me that way. Followers of my other stories well... if you're here by chance I have NOT abandoned either Shiota Haruna Time or My YRYR fic Memories. They will both be updated before Valentines oddly enough.

Jei, out.