HI 8D!
PSHEWWWW. I've been thinking about writing a LawNa story for a while now and, this is what I settled on writing about. Their relationship is gonna be progressing gradually throughout the story o:! And for some reason, writing a summary different than the current one just didn't seem right. Like actually summarizing the plot 8). Putting a scene that will be happening in future chapters seemed like the right thing to do. SO, I am sorry the plot isn't very clear D8, but if you decide to read on, you'll get the main idea!
I don't own the display picture c:
THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME ;D!
Shinsekai = New World
Chapter 1
Nami sat quietly in front of the nine beds in front of her, desperately trying to steady her quivering legs. She rarely set foot into the boys' quarters, however, this time it was an exception. She listened to the synced breathing of her soundly sleeping nakama, dreading the days to come without having them around.
"Nami-ya," Law said, who was sitting at the desk near the beds. Nami jolted her head up. She looked up at him and shook her head, a bit dazed.
"Huh?" she replied, still distracted by her constantly nagging worries."What is it?"
Law turned his chair towards her, the creaking sound making her wince. "I won't be done until morning. You might as well get the sleep you need."
The navigator smiled halfheartedly, as if what the surgeon was saying was a practical joke. "Get some sleep, huh… But um… I'm sure things'll turn out just fine soon enough. There's nothing to worry about, ne? They'll wake up.."
...
Earlier that day
Nami heard the infamous loud laugh of her captain coming from the upper deck. At first, she strove to ignore it, though her attempts were washed down the drain, as they always were. With gritted teeth, the navigator shoved the map room door open and scanned the deck for Luffy. The raged look melted off her face as she noticed her nakama draped across the deck, not a single one of them conscious. She felt her insides turn.
"Luffy…?" she called out, taking a few steps towards her captain, who wasn't at all laughing. He wasn't moving, and she could scarcely see his chest rising and falling as he lay asleep on the grassy ground. With a racing heart, she bent down and gently placed her ear on his chest. Nami felt herself fall limp in relief when she heard his steady heartbeats. An irritable sigh escaped her.
"Alright, knock it off," she snapped, giving the rubber boy multiple slaps on the face, but to no avail. "Ne, Luffy, get up! By now you should know I loathe these kinda jokes you pull."
In normal everyday affairs, her captain wouldn't be able to suppress his laughs. Yet, no matter how many threats and offers the navigator was giving him, this time, he didn't respond at all. Slowly, she felt her breaths become unstable, but she knew it was far too early to start panicking. She took a deep breath before pushing herself off the ground and turning to go to the only other person on the ship.
"Law?" Nami said, knocking on the door of the guestroom. Gently, she pushed the door open and poked her head in, failing to spot the warlord. Fear washed over her as she thought of the possibility of him having lost consciousness as well. But as soon as she stepped in, she noticed the door to the washroom creak open and the surgeon stepped into the room with dripping wet hair. Her tensed shoulders relaxed. Never in her life had she expected that seeing their ally alive and well would be such a relief.
"Ah, Nami-ya," he said, gently rubbing his hair dry. "Trouble with Caesar?"
Nami tightened her grip on the doorknob. "Eh…No. My nakama…something's wrong. I need your help!"
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"How is it that nothing's wrong?!" Nami demanded irritably, rumpling her bangs in frustration. The surgeon patiently repeated what he had understood from giving each of the Straw hats a checkup.
"It is quite simply that they are all in a deep sleep," Law explained, taking out yet another book from the library shelves. "There are absolutely no symptoms that show any illnesses or otherwise. I'm suspecting it may be the doing of a devil fruit user or an occurrence existing only in the New World."
"And how in the hell do you suppose we'll figure it out?" the navigator snapped, her temper starting to rub off on the warlord. Law slammed the book shut and steered his eyes to Nami's.
"Perhaps you could help by looking through Nico-ya's collection of books," he said, trying to restrain his impatience. He turned to grab a stack of papers piled atop the library desk before saying, "If you would allow me to continue my part of the job, I would appreciate that."
It was concluded that the Straw hats were in a deep, deep coma.
The navigator refused to sleep before going through at least a quarter of Robin's book collection before the day was over, but despite her effort, she was unable to find any sign of what had happened. She had fallen asleep quite uncomfortably on the library table that night.
As the dark sky of the night lightened to pale blue, Nami's eyes fluttered open. It took them a while to adjust to the sunlight shining in through the windows, but as soon as they did, Nami's eyes caught the title of a book several shelves above the one she had been going through the night before. The navigator tilted her head to get a better view of what it said.
"New…World," she made out the title, squinting to get the last word right, "Phenomena."
"Aha!" Nami yelped, rocketing off the library chair and dashing towards the shelves. A bit clumsily, the navigator took off her sandals and began climbing up to reach the book. At that moment, she envied Robin for her ability. But she did trust Franky's good carpentry and that she wouldn't come crashing down, so she proceeded with climbing. As she finally reached the shelves and grabbed the book, the door of the library creaked open.
"What in the world..." Law muttered as he stared at the awkwardly descending navigator.
"Catch," she ordered, throwing the book towards the confused surgeon. He caught it; however, it was soon snatched away from him by Nami once she landed safely on the ground. Her eyes were full of ambition as she flipped through the book, praying she would find something that could be of some help. Her hope began fading as she approached the last few chapters, not having found any useful facts or information.
"Wait," ordered Law, who had been keeping his eye on the pages as well. Nami stopped flipping through the pages, allowing him to return to the previous chapter she had gone through too hastily. The navigator's eyes grew twice their size as she read the title of the twenty-seventh chapter.
"The Slumber of Shinsekai," she read, putting it on the library table and sitting down. Law stood next to her, quietly scanning what it said. The book explained the following:
The Slumber of Shinsekai is an occurrence that happens once every two decades, and is only found in the New World. It is a sudden, drastic change in the climate that lasts a maximum of a minute, producing an extremely foggy atmosphere, and leaving whoever experiences it unconscious. The cause and remedy for it are currently unidentified.
"Every two fucking decades?!" Nami exclaimed, gripping the pages so firmly it made a noticeable dent."No remedy?... This is bullshit!"
The surgeon averted his eyes from the book, seeming to be in deep thought. As Nami proceeded with muttering incoherent complaints, Law summed up the situation. "Assuming this is the cause of what's happened, the reason why we weren't affected by it was due to us not being outside."
Nami tried getting her bearings. She knew complaining and protesting was going to get neither her nor Law anywhere. "How are they gonna get by if they're unconscious?"
"Your little raccoon doctor has possibly every medical device you might require throughout your voyage," Law explained as he readjusted the position of his sword. "I'll set everything up properly so they can receive the foods and nutrition their bodies will need until they wake up."
"Chopper," Nami corrected, slamming the book shut and getting up. She turned towards the surgeon. "His name is Chopper, and he's a reindeer."
Law opened the library door; ignoring the piece of information she had enlightened him with. "For now, we can't head to Dressrosa. With everyone unconscious, including Caesar, we can't proceed with the plan. Steer the ship to the next nearest island."
Directly after Nami managed to steer the ship into the right direction, she took heavy steps towards the boys' quarters, where Law had set up the proper beds and apparatus. The navigator closed the door after her and clawed it in frustration. She felt something of great heaviness weigh down her heart as she looked at the helpless bodies of her nakama.
"Stupid fate," she whispered to herself, feeling the ever so familiar burning sensation in her eyes. "We just had to be the ones you screwed with."
...
Presently
"There's nothing to worry about, ne? They'll wake up," Nami uttered, in attempt to reassure herself. Though her words seemed hopeful, her tone said otherwise. The clock hanging on the wall struck twelve, the sound of it making her think of how proud Franky had been after setting it up in the boys' quarters. Despite everyone complaining about how it constantly woke them up, the navigator suspected they found it to be a friendly addition to their room. She steered her eyes to the surgeon, who was bent over the desk, looking into a microscope. He had taken samples of everyone's sweat and blood to thoroughly study them.
"This is going to take a while," he informed her, sitting back in his chair and jotting down several notes. The navigator had never seen the medical side of their ally, and found it strangely calming to watch him work. She rested her head against the wooden wall, refusing to retire to the solitary girls' quarters she now dreaded.
"I don't care," she told him simply, exhaling wearily. "I'd rather stay here."
Law glanced at the navigator briefly before returning to switching the samples. "It's up to you."
"I'm counting on you," was the last thing she muttered before dozing off.