A/N Hey ppls!!! I have nothing better to do, so I started a new story just now!!!!!
PS…I don't own OP yet
Nami sat high above the salty waves, crashing agenst the ship. She couldn't believe it…. A man who could cut through steal, a man who could fight in a crazy way, just for a simple promise he made so many years ago… was able to die of a simple dieses!!! Nami started to cry. "Zo…Ro…Gomen…." Nami cried. "Oi… Nami…" A voice called. She looked down and saw Sanji crying down on the deck. "Can I come up?" Nami nodded. He slowly climbed the ladder to sit in the workout room with Nami. He saw her staring at the countless weights in the room, untouched, since he died the night before. "He…Really was stronger than me, wasn't he?" Sanji sobbed. Nami sighed. "I always thought your fights were pointless really…" Sanji managed to chuckle. "They were meant to be. We really were friends, but…" "You didn't want to admit it… Just like…" Nami started to cry. "Just like you couldn't say one simple phrase. " Nami looked at him. "I couldn't admit we were friends and you..." "Couldn't say I Loved Him" Sanji sighed. "He really was an interesting person, wasn't he?" now it was Nami's turn to laugh.
"Yeah. Trying to cut off his own feet to escape some wax and still try to fight. "
"Or actually cutting through steel"
"Or sleeping for 24 hours strait"
"Or rescuing us all from certain doom over and over again."
They sat together for a few minutes and talked about the silly things they partake in with the green-haired swordsman. Then they relised, he wasn't coming back, and decided without even speaking to each other, to stop. "I'm going, Sanji-Kun…" Nami said. Sanji looked at her blankly. "Why?" "I have something I have to do."
Nami sat in her room, thinking. She then began to write
"Today, on April 24, Zoro died"
"On April 23, he became sick"
"On January 1, He saved me from a burning building"
"On August 3, He cut through steel"
"On July 6, he slept for 24 hours"
She took her little papers to Usopp, who cried when he saw them. "Can you draw pictures for these, please?" Usopp looked at them, remembering the swordsman. "When do you need them?" "Can you finish them in a few hours?" Usopp looked at her. "Easley!!!! Once I drew thousands of pictures in an hour!!!!!!" Nami giggled. The sharpshooter was trying to make her feel better, and she knew it.
Finally, later that day, Nami put the pictures and writings in a little green book. She would give it to Luffy to remember the first mate.
Later that night, Nami sat at the funeral crying. "I love you, Zoro… "She thought she could almost hear the first mate chuckle at her. "Love ya too" She giggled, and everyone just thought she was sobbing, so they couldn't say anything to her. She walked up to Luffy. "Here… I made this for us all to remember him… Usopp drew the pictures…" Nami started crying again, and Luffy gently took the little book. "Thank You Nami…." His face was still shaded by his hat. The whole crew could swear on their lives that they heard the swordsman chuckle, and then the sound disappeared. "I Love you…" Nami said in a hushed whisper. She would have to move on one day, but that day was still to come.