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Chapter 2
Sanji:

I stood there fuming for a while, staring disgustedly at the little box in my hands. I couldn't help it, though I was starting to regret it. We hadn't seen each other for months, and he was only trying to be nice. But maybe that was what made me so mad. He tried to be nice to me as if I were a woman. Defending me when I could have handled myself, buying me cigarettes when I could have bought them, and on top of all that buying me jewelry. I scoffed and stuffed the box into my pocket.

"Hey, blondie." I sighed. The drunkards from down the street were back.

"What do I have to do to get rid of you?" I asked, not turning around to look at them.

"Alls you hafta do is let us haves a little fun," one replied. It was clear from his lack to grammatical skill that he had a few more than too many. "And now that you don't gots your boyfriend to protects ya…"

"First off," I snapped, turning to face them. They were really getting on my nerves at a really bad time. "He was not my boyfriend. And secondly I don't need anyone to 'protects' me."

"Oh, tough guy, huh?" one of the others said, pulling his sword. I smirked. Finally someone who wanted to treat me like a man. "You can't take us all at once."

I rolled my eyes. Six drunken pirates? What did they take me for? I waved my hand in a 'bring it on' motion.

The fight lasted all of about six seconds. It would have been less, but I made the mistake of kicking a guy who'd drank more than his fill in the stomach. I then needed to kick him again in the back of the head for hurling on my shoe.

I left them lying there for other pirates to swipe their weapons, money, and whatever else they carried on them. I found a water station and quickly cleaned off my shoe, wrinkling my nose at the smell. Water stations were small buildings placed around the port where a pirate could rinse off after a fight, or after the occasional back-alley romp. They were a smart investment, because they were always next to bars for those who needed a drink after, or clothes shops for those who needed to change.

As I walked away I stuck my hands in my pockets. I then stopped. Something didn't feel right. Something was missing. I felt around in the pockets. Lighter, cigarettes; check and check. That was essentially all I usually carried in those pockets, keeping my money in my breast pocket where it wasn't easily accessible. Nami did the same thing, except she kept her money actually in her breasts. She said that way if someone reached for her money she could kick their ass for stealing and sexual harassment.

I then realized what was missing. Where was the little black box Gin gave me? I frantically searched all of my pockets, and then ran back to the scene of the beating. The vultures, pirates who waited until after a fight to pick the unconscious clean, were already at work. They didn't fight over who got what, it was simply first come first serve. You take what you can grab before the others.

I frantically looked all over on the ground, over shoulders, in hands, everywhere I could think of. I sighed in relief, finding it lying next to one of the unconscious drunks. It probably fell out of my pocket when I kicked him. I reached for it, but another hand shot out and snatched it. I looked up to see the vulture retreating down the street. I took off after him like a bullet. My legs are powerful, and I'm a fast runner, but somehow this guy was just a little bit faster. He dodged between people, turned corners, doubled back, anything to try and lose me. He didn't seem to get that the bright orange bandana he wore was a dead giveaway.

Suddenly, as we were running down a crowded street, I spotted Nami coming out of a market carrying some grocery bags. "Stop that vulture!" I yelled, hoping it'd get her attention. Luck was on my side. The vulture couldn't figure out who I was talking to, so he didn't notice Nami stick her foot out as he was passing by.

"Oopsie!" Nami said sweetly as the pirate tumbled to the ground. "Clumsy me!"

I ran up and caught my breath, breathing hard. "Thanks, Nami," I said, bending next to the guy. I plucked the box out of his hand and sighed in relief. I said I didn't want whatever was in it, but I wasn't going to just let someone else take it.

"That's it?" Nami said in disbelief. "You chased that guy around the island and I scuffed my new shoes for that?" I just nodded. "I thought he stole your money or something! Yeesh!" Nami then shrugged. "Oh, well. So what's in it?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Well, then why don't you open it? You should make sure no one took whatever's in it anyway."

I hadn't thought of that. I didn't really want to know, but she was right. So, with Nami gazing over my shoulder, I opened the little box Gin gave me.

"Oh, wow…" Nami breathed out. I had to agree. "Is that…is that real gold?"

I reached into the box and pulled out a lighter. It looked like my old one, black with gold patterns. But instead of just gold on top of a black metal lighter, it was solid gold and carefully painted with a layer of black.

"Sanji, look at the back!" Nami said excitedly. I turned it around and saw my name in gold, elaborate letters carefully scratched out of the black paint. It was no wonder why it took time for Gin to buy this.

"Oh, wow…" it was my turn to say.

Nami smiled that cute, knowing smile she did whenever she knew something she wasn't going to tell you. "Whoever got that for you must really like you," she said gently.

I nodded. I'd known it for a long time, how Gin felt about me. I didn't realize it until Nami told me though. This was Gin's way of telling me how he felt. I wanted to wait until he was comfortable enough to tell me himself, but I was so preoccupied with my pride that I missed when he was telling me.

"Sanji?" Nami put a hand on my arm. I snapped back to reality to find something wet sparkling on the "j" in my name on the lighter. I reached up to my cheek and my hand came back wet. I hadn't even realized I was crying. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I'm fine. I…I have to go." Before she could reply I took off, clutching the lighter tight. I had to find Gin.