Been in the mood for fruit lately and today I wanted an apple. Just one, simple, freakin' apple. I did not get an apple. So I went home and created this fanfic so that someone would get their freakin' apple today. Thus is the logic of life and Fanfiction combined into one.
Enjoy, people!
"Arlong, how many of those things can you eat"?
"As many as I want and as long as I want," He answered between huge chomps of his current apple.
"You really shouldn't eat just apples for a quick meal, though. Maybe you should snack on something els-"
"Didn't you hear me the first time, Nami"? The Fishman paused for a moment. "I'm a full grown Fishman and a pirate. I can do whatever I want whenever I want".
He quickly finished off his current apple and then held out his hands for another one.
Nami had been reaching into a sack and tossing the fruit to him, but this time, after grabbing it, instead of tossing it to him, she merely held it up.
Arlong just stared at her and the red fruit blankly for a couple of seconds.
"Don't you want it"?
It took Arlong a moment to figure out that the female human expected him to eat the apple out of her hand. He laughed, and then asked Nami, "Heh, aren't you afraid I'll bite your pretty, little hand off"?
Nami shook her head and smiled ever so slightly. "I trust you, Arlong".
The Fishman's facial expression changed completely- the look on his face could only be described as a mixture between shock and confusion. But he eventually- though hesitantly- reached out and began eating out of Nami's hand.
It was strange. This wasn't the way he normally felt around humans. He felt... strangely comfortable. Well that was the only word he could think of for this feeling. He didn't feel the urge to chomp away at the apple like he normally would- no, he felt the need to be gentle.
This wasn't a feeling Arlong was familiar with around humans of any kind. He didn't think he had ever experienced it before in his whole life.
No, it couldn't be-
The Fishman glanced up and caught the Nami's eyes. As usual, they were calm, calculating. There was something else there, just beneath the surface; she was hiding something, also as per usual. But rather than cold and hard, as her eyes normally were, they were warm and soft.
Though that alone wasn't enough to tip Arlong off. In the number of years they had known each other, Arlong just witnessed her make quite the unusual slip-up right in front of him.
At the moment, it just seemed as if Nami couldn't keep the small, but absolutely genuine half-smile off her face as she held Arlong's gaze.
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