I do not own One Piece


After the night that I confessed to Luffy and Chopper, I felt much more comfortable around the guys. Even though I have yet to tell Zoro, Nami and Sanji, I am much more at ease. We are once again hanging at Luffy's house, playing video games and goofing off. Everything was going great, we were all laughing and having a great time, until Nami decides to change the topic of our conversation.

"Oh, Usopp. Do you know Kaya? You should ask her out, she has a huge crush on you." She says excitedly, scouting closer to me. Nerves flare as I try to think of a reply, I would rather not come out right now but I cannot think of a reason that Nami would accept.

"Ah, yeah I know….but she….um…isn't really my type, you know?" I reply hoping that she would drop it.

"What? What is wrong with her?" she questions indignantly, starting to glare at me. I feel the stares of the guys on me. I start feeling more nervous as the seconds pass.

"There…there is not wrong with her…..she, just isn't my type." I repeat, not knowing what else to say. I begin fidgeting when instead of backing down, Nami begins glaring harder at me.

"How can she not be your type? She is a beautiful, talented and sweet lady. What more could you possibly want?" I flinch back, not expecting Sanji, though I probably should have, to jump to her defense. I feel myself start to panic, realizing that I have no choice but to come clean.

"Guys, we should just leave Usopp alone. I'm sure he isn't trying to insult Kaya or anything." Luffy suddenly speaks up, coming to my defense. I sigh in relief, expecting them to drop it, but of course, nothing could ever be that easy for me.

"No, Luffy. I want an explanation. An actual explanation as to why he doesn't like Kaya." Nami responds, switching her glare to Luffy for a second, before turning back to me. I gulp and tense up, trying to stop from shaking…I guess it is now or never.

"It…It's not that I don't like Kaya. She is a wonderful person, I just…I wouldn't date her."

"And why not?!" Nami interjects.

"Well….you see….I…..I'm not…I'm not attracted to….to women." I mumble, looking down at my tightly clasped hands.

My confession is met with nothing but silence, shocked silence in the cases of Zoro, Sanji and Nami, but Luffy and Chopper just don't seem to know what to say. The silence seems to stretch on forever as I sit on the couch, my screwed tightly closed, my head down, waiting for the hurtful words or for them to start hitting me. But neither of things come.

"Oh….um well, that would explain it….Sorry Usopp, I…I didn't mean to get so mad," Nami apologizes, looking away embarrassed. At her words, I look up in shock. I look over at Sanji and Zoro, wondering if they would take it as well as everyone else had. Zoro doesn't seem to mind very much, he nods his head at me and leans back against the wall he was sitting against.

But seeing Sanji, my heart stops. He is looking away from me, but I can see his eyes squinted in a glare, his teeth grounding into the filter of his cigarette and his hands, tightly clasped, shaking with rage.

"How can you all be okay with this?" he yells out, "It is disgusting and wrong." he continues, turning his glare towards me.

"Sanji, how could you say something like that? There is nothing wrong with him being gay," Nami defends, while the others show some form of agreement.

"Nothing wrong with it, it's sick," he yells back, before stomping off into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about that Usopp. Don't worry about him, just give him some time to get used to it," Nami comforts, laying her hand on mine. The others look at me worriedly, so I smile sadly at them.

"It is okay. He reacted better than most people do," I say in a tight voice, trying to repress the tears threatening to fall. "Better than my old friends at least." I mumbled under my voice. "I…I think I am going to head on home. I'll see you all later." I hurriedly say, before running out of the house, no longer able to stop myself from crying, but not wanting them to see it.

I run home, curl up on my bed and begin crying, sobs tearing free as I try to stifle them, not wanting to wake my father up. I end up crying myself to sleep, feeling worse than I have in months.