For the record, I support Luffy/Nami.
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Her castle was empty: Even the doctors had been sent away. The night was falling.
As far as everyone knew, Boa Hancock would die. There was no cure known for her sickness, for the disease that had taken the lives of so many Amazon Lily empresses in the past. Hancock herself did not know the cure, and neither did Monkey D. Luffy, the only male on the entire island. But both of them could guess.
Boa Hancock was no stranger to men: During her journeys, she had acquired far more information about the subject than any other Kuja tribeswoman, and unlike her suboridinates, knew exactly how everything worked. Luffy was simple-minded, naïve, and innocent, but unlike what most would say, he was by no means stupid, and he had been given well enough knowledge of the matter both from his family in his home island, and the functions and desires of his own body.
The castle was empty, apart from the two afore mentioned. He still owed her one more favour, and he would have done anything to save her life regardless. And despite his relative interest to opposite sex, and though he was not exactly in love with this woman, this was one favour he was not dreading to fulfill.
Years later, when stories of this incident would spread across the world and become a legend, it would become a common knowledge that the ground shook when the two became one, that great storms raged over the sea around the island, that great hurricanes rended trees and houses apart, that the moon and the stars themselves went dark for a moment, but none of these were true. None of them were anything more than mere exaggeration, mere lies told by storytellers to spice up their tale. No, the passion the shichibukai and the future pirate king shared never left the room they were in - but it was of such passion that if any of the strange and powerful storms had made themselves home inside that room, neither of them would have thought it was anything more than compeletely natural, something that was supposed to happen.
The castle remained empty for the rest of the night. And the next morning, when the male visitor departed, to save his brother, and find his friends, Boa Hancock was as healthy as ever once again.
But the sickness was replaced by sadness. And for that she had no cure.
