Insecurity
The door slammed open. Luffy was rushing out while screaming for help as Sanji chased him from behind with one of his kitchen knives. The hungry, childish captain stole food again from the cook's sanctuary. Nami, who was busily examining the sky, had once again gotten annoyed by the noise the chasing crew members had made. She scolded at them, saying that they were disturbing again the peace brought by the beautiful morning. Her attention was caught afterwards by the laughter of two other people on board, Vivi and Zoro. Shock was shown from her facial expression.
Zoro is laughing? Laughing that kind of laugh?
She can hardly believe what she was seeing. She carefully observed the green-haired swordsman again. Yes, without a doubt, he was really acting that way.
Vivi put an end to her laugh and looked at the navigator.
"Don't be too harsh on them, Nami-san. They were just having fun."
Nami half-closed her eyes.
Fun?
"Besides," continued the other girl, "our days would seem to be incomplete without their enthusiasm."
Nami just sighed and forced herself to ignore the great disturbance brought by the brawling nakama. However, her attention was drawn again towards the laughing pair a while ago. She watched them as they were having a nice conversation with each other. Surely Vivi had greatly influenced Zoro, she thought. She tightly closed her fist and looked pissed off. She was irritated by them.
Leaving her two merry friends behind and passing by the other duo that were killing each other, Nami went inside the interior of Going Merry and made her way to her room. She slumped forward her bed, her face pressed down on her pillow.
What happened that day? What happened that day?
Continuously, she asked herself this question, this question in which she could not find an answer. Her mind seemed to malfunction, couldn't think of anything else. Unconsciously, she had fallen asleep.
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Zoro cut down the bushes that were hindering his way. The place where he was was sure a big forest. Old, tall trees dominate the place, causing only few rays of sunlight to reach the bottom area. There were wild birds flying from tree to tree, centipedes crawling on mossy rocks, and bugs infesting the leaves of plants. Pain suddenly made him notice his bruises.
"Mr. Bushido?"
He was alarmed by the familiar voice and slightly turned around. He was relieved.
