Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but I do acknowledge using Eiichiro Oda's characters without his permission.

Warning: AU, OOC, profanity, slash, modern-fantasy setting. Um...do not take this seriously. LOL

A/N: It's coming along! Slowly but surely. Sorry it took me awhile to update this. RL got on my nerves and I needed to take a sabbatical. Meaning, um…I went airhead just to escape. Yah. Always works.

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: Dumb :

Nami was bewildered once she arrived upon the house. Shifting her fox fur stole around her shoulders, she strained her ears to hear any of their voices. Confident that she heard nothing, she strolled up the front walk and let herself in, wincing at the smells that assaulted her. This definitely wasn't a woman's house, she decided as she shut the door behind her.

There was no one inside—the messy state told her nothing of their whereabouts. Finger to her painted lips, Nami made a slow turn around the living room. After a glance reassured her that no one was hiding in plain sight, she allowed herself to search through the entire house. The boys' room was hideously messy, and she made a face as she delicately stepped through the dangers presented to her, ensuring herself to a full look of the area. She then searched through the room belonging to the older boys', and grimaced once more at what she saw. At least she was able to differentiate whose side was whose.

Heading back to the living room, she exhaled heavily and tried to rack her mind as to any clue in the past few days that had been quietly divulged to her. She couldn't think of a single thing. She then spotted the doujinshi on the coffee table and ventured a look, wondering who in the group looked at "funny books".

But once she opened the top book and saw the contents, Nami stilled. Then she flipped through the whole thing, her eyes widening and her breath pausing in her chest. Her red nails were stark against the black and white pictures before her.

She wasn't sure what to think. Why would there be a 'funny book' depicting homosexuality in a house full of men? She really couldn't imagine Ussop being the one owning the books, nor Luffy or Chopper. The three, if they were homosexual, wouldn't be so blatant with checking out the possibilities. They definitely wouldn't bring such materials around the older boys…well, who knew with Luffy?

Sanji was a hardcore ladies' man. There was no doubt there.

She gasped, stumbling back, as she thought of Zoro. The man had always turned her down. Ignored her advances, call her names, never looking down the front of her smallest shirts. He was always glaring at her for intruding onto their manly group of friends. Her eyes widened once more, fingers finding themselves pressed against her lips with thought.

With a shake of her head, she thought, No…it couldn't be. Because while it didn't fit right, it somehow did. The more she thought of it, the more it made sense. Zoro's clinginess to Sanji…his constant display of manliness in battle, his "…Moved onto, uh, bigger...uh...things," comment.

She gasped again. Zoro was in love with Sanji. It made sense. Perfect sense. Was Sanji aware? Nami thought over things, sitting carefully on the couch, doujinshi's in her line of view. A cover down revealed a svelte blond curled gracefully around a masculine hunk of man-meat, and she could, without strain, picture it being Sanji and Zoro. Her cheeks flamed at the thought, and she quickly pulled the top book over that cover, not wanting to see such things vividly.

She wasn't sure whether to feel insulted, sad or intrigued. She was now, for certain, sure she'd never have Zoro's affection. To know that Sanji was the one to have it all along was…conflicting.

Sanji loved women—Zoro would never have him. But as Sanji's best friend, he'd always be at his side. It made sense. But what a waste. What a waste.

Frustrated, Nami wondered if this was Karma at work. For all the tricks she'd pulled on Sanji, for all the using she'd done over other men in the past. With a frown, she swiped the doujinshi from the table and strode out from the house, head spinning with thoughts.

Maybe she'd just have to ask them, or see it all for herself.

-

It was just like hanging out with Zoro. Only a little more so because every time Sanji found himself relaxing, he would see the way Gin looked at him and it came crashing down on him every time.

That he was on a date with a man.

Sanji was starting to see that Gin was a stoic guy, with a quiet sense of humor. There was also something off about him, something that gave Sanji pause when he started to consider it, but he couldn't quite place what it was about Gin that bothered him. Perhaps it was just the fact that he was on a date. With a man.

Gin had taken him to a bowling alley off Area 12. It was crawling with same-sex couples. Sanji was amazed to know that this place existed. He couldn't help but gape, feeling extremely nervous about what he was getting himself into. As men hung all over each other, making out in various corners, communicating with each other, Sanji couldn't help but imagine being in the place of each and every one of them. Would he really have the ability to make out with a guy? He performed a double take at one such couple, who had no reservations in holding back the frenzied groping they were currently doing on a sidewalk bench. He swallowed hard and lit up without pause, feeling his anxiety build.

Would he really have the ability to touch another man? He inhaled heavily, smoke gathering in his lungs and his hairline beading with sweat.

Could he really just relax and be himself with another man, but place certain affections onto him at the same time?

Eyes widened with anxiety, Sanji shoved his hands into his pants pocket and deftly avoided a female couple that walked hand in hand through the streets, arguing loudly over their next destination.

He looked up, unsure of what to say or do and caught Gin tilting his head back to look at him. In place was his calm, cool expression—he couldn't show the pirate how nervous and anxious he was at this moment.

Gin gave him a nod and indicated a walkway up to an amusement center. Taking the lead, feeling uncomfortable doing so, Sanji realized that Gin was comfortable. Just walking along, in a yellow t-shirt that contrasted nicely with his skin color, with dark blue denim jeans and scruffy shoes. He also wore a matching head warmer, black hair all askew, as if he didn't bother with it. Little did he know that it took Gin all day to come up with this presentation.

Sanji was impressed. It had been such a long time since he'd actually spent time with another male that wasn't prone to childish fits, or manly sulking, or a bottle of grog in one hand. He was almost at a loss as to what to do.

He swallowed tightly. He would not show his nervousness. No. He was just going to go along with it and just—be…Sanji. He would just be Sanji. Except…not so much the entire Sanji, who would have gaped and been 'in heaven' over the same sex dolls that openly flaunted each other on the streets. And not so much raging, cursing Sanji, who kicked idiots out of his path and found every excuse to cut down something that didn't meet his visual approval.

No, he would continue to be cool and collected Sanji, who would evaluate every situation and word that came to him with a careful calm that would make Gin feel as if he'd found…a…uh, friend. Of sorts. A…well, a gay friend. That was trying very hard to get into the swing of things because he was currently in knots over his next move and word.

He stabbed the cig out onto a pile of dirt located atop of a trash barrel for such purposes and faced Gin. Gin paused at the top step, hardened features shifting into that of a question. Sanji wondered if he ever lost that tenseness, that terse cool. He wondered how old Gin was. He wondered why Gin even bothered with picking him up in the first place. What attracted Gin to Sanji?

…Maybe it was his jeans. Wasn't ass the first things men checked out? Dammit, he forgot to see what it looked like in the mirror before he left the house. He hoped his wallet didn't make it look too lopsided.

"Yes?" Gin asked, and Sanji realized he was glaring at the man.

"I'll pay," Sanji said, without thinking about things. But the moment those words left his mouth, he realized he had to get things straight. "I always pay. Nobody takes care of me but myself."

Amused, Gin nodded without saying anything. Little did Sanji know, the man had just given an inward sigh of relief. Because he had only a single bill in his tattered billfold, and was angsting over that fact, because Sanji deserved more than that.

"What happens now?" Sanji then asked, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

"Well…we pay admission. We get our shoes. Not fair memorizing shoe sizes, either," he said, letting himself in and wanting to slap his forehead in disgust for saying that.

Sanji wondered, as he followed, what he meant by that. He glared at his feet, then at Gin's. Was this some sort of manly competition? Dammit, the guy just dropped a notch on his Like Factor. It only seemed like a Zoro thing to do—compete over shoe sizes.

Later, seated at their station, Gin looked over at Sanji as the blond tied his shoes. He was burning with joy. With anticipation. With complete and utter disbelief that this handsome, attractive man, whose long legs had to have been insured with their fantastic-ness, was really with him. He'd noticed that he was given looks of envy, of contemplation. Was the man even utterly aware of how he was being checked out right now? How, as they walked through Area 12, men were practically breaking necks just to look after him?

Sanji's blonde hair fell over his eyes as he tapped his heeled feet onto the floor to ensure the shoe's fit. Thigh muscle flexed and shifted with the movement, just barely visible beneath his jeans' material fit. Gin practically hyperventilated. Caught in a maelstrom of masculine pride, attraction and pure luck, he fumbled with his shoes. Trying not to think anymore about those legs. Damn, he was a leg man. His stomach tightened in knots as he wondered how hairy they were, how veiny his ankles were, how muscular they might look—

"I'll take this ball," Sanji said, holding up a dark green ball, already satisfied with the fitting.

Gin nearly choked, but he recovered by giving a grave nod. He said 'ball'! he thought giddily.

In the end, Sanji won—but only because Gin was too distracted to throw. Gin had caught The Scent.

He knew what it was—picturing the green-haired muscleman that had studiously ignored him the night before, Gin had an inkling that there was more to the picture than Sanji was letting on. A little more primal than cultivated, Gin recognized The Scent to be an animalistic warning that told him to Back Off.

Gin couldn't say anything about it—Sanji was finally starting to relax. Gin was working hard on not messing things up. He was keeping his murderous ways in check.

But The Scent…Gin couldn't place exactly where it was, because whenever Sanji shifted, Gin would smell cigarette smoke and his cologne, but underneath it was The Scent. Mocking him. Where was it coming from?

Sanji faced him after Gin gnashed his teeth and hid his balling hands into his pants pocket. Struggling to keep his anger in check. The shirt, he realized, as he really took in Sanji's appearance. The vest kept his figure, but the shirt's shoulders were sagging on his thin build, and the hem was longer than necessary on the cook's torso. Baggier. Trashed.

…Why would Sanji wear that thug's shirt? There was something going on between them, Gin just knew it. The green haired dope had caught onto their connection last night and was doing his best to sabotage it. Keep Sanji to himself.

Well, Gin wasn't going to stand for it. He had to step in and make his claim. He only needed to know how to do so without being obvious…then he got an idea as he glanced over at the concession stand. A contemplative smirk a lit his gaunt face, and he nodded over at the counter while Sanji replaced his shoes.

He returned a couple of minutes later, playing out his ploy in his head. Sanji had already returned his shoes and was waiting for Gin to return. The gaunt-faced pirate held out an ice cold draft beer when he somehow lost his footing. Sanji cursed as beer splashed over him, Gin cursing at the same moment once he regained his footing. Sanji looked down at himself, flinging amber liquid from his hands and realizing that he was thoroughly soaked. As he looked up, he could have sworn Gin had a pleased look upon his face before he quickly reversed it into something contrite.

"I'm so sorry. I apologize," Gin said, carefully setting down the other beverage. "Must've been a sniper somewhere."

Sanji found that he couldn't kick the guy around for the mishap. One look at Gin's sorrowful expression and he wilted. With a shrug, he said, "I guess it's all right. But I need to change."

"Let's call it a night. Sanji, I don't want to push you, or make you uncomfortable," Gin said, inwardly bemoaning his Good Guy routine. But it would be worth it. It would all be worth it in the end. Things had to be taken slowly with Sanji, Gin had realized. Because the moment Sanji started to feel uncomfortable, the blond was likely to run. "I'll take ya home. We had a good time, eh?"

Sanji nodded, recognizing a sensation of disappointment from somewhere within him. That was good, then. He'd enjoyed himself up to this point. With both hands, he gathered as much material between both hands and wrung out both vest and shirt, a little miffed that he'd have to leave his man-date smelling like beer.

-

"I wanna go on a date with Gin," Luffy said with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest tightly. "They did fun things! He took him bowling, Zoro! Why is that so horrible to you?"

"I think you're missing the point of it, Luffy," Ussop said tiredly, yanking at the black hood he wore, which caught onto his nose. "It was a DATE."

"There wasn't any kissing, Ussop. Doesn't dating involve kissing? Like the movies!"

"There wasn't!" Chopper repeated, horrified. "There wasn't any kissing! There wasn't any touching, no hugging, no sloppy walks in the park—! Maybe it wasn't a date?"

Zoro heaved a gigantic breath of exasperation. The spying had gone as planned, and all four were on the train home. Everyone looked at them oddly, unable to understand why all were wearing ninja outfits; save for the green haired man, standing out in eye-scorching orange cargo pants and hot pink collar tee. "Well, don't I feel stupid?"

"I hope you do, Zoro," Luffy said with a frown. "What a waste of time. We could have been bowling with them."

"I don't think Gin's dangerous," Ussop said. "In fact, you could say he's extremely fond of…of…extremely nice…extremely…my gosh, my friend was on a date with a man."

An older woman gasped and held her gloved hand to her mouth, causing the three youngsters to look over at her.

"Sanji was seeing a man!" Luffy crowed, waiting for her to make another outraged noise. She indeed went white and shifted uncomfortably.

"Our best friend Sanji was on a date with a man!" Chopper hollered, following suit with Luffy.

Ussop slapped hands over both their mouths, watching nervously as people around them shifted, darting looks of unnamed expressions their way. "Guys, hush."

"Well, hell, I made a bigger deal out of it than I should have," Zoro grumbled, folding his hands behind his head and preparing for a nap. "I thought he'd be more…interesting."

"You just wanted to fight somebody, Zoro," Ussop admonished, then frowned at the snores that erupted.

"I liked Gin," Luffy said again. "I hope that when he picks Sanji up again, he asks us to go with him, too. I wanna do fun things. Did you see those guys making out? Do you think Sanji wants to do that with Gin?"

The woman gave another gasp, half muffled by her hand.

"But if we go, won't we be hindering things? I mean, the point of dating is to getting to know each other," Ussop said, elbowing Luffy's side. "And, uh, I dunno about the…uh…kissing thing."

"Sanji likes Gin," Chopper said, fiddling with his ninja outfit. It couldn't quite hide the fact that he had horns. "He didn't curse or kick him or abuse him or throw things at him—not like how he does with Zoro. Or with us."

"Because he wants Gin to know that he is an okay guy, Chopper. You can't do that to somebody right off the bat when you want them to like you, duh," Luffy said, mimicking Zoro's posture and slumping low in the seat.

"That's right!"

"When we get home, remember, we cannot speak of what we did all afternoon," Ussop reminded them. "Sanji will get embarrassed. And if Sanji's modesty is threatened, you know what he'd do."

"Aw, that Sanji. He's so shy," Luffy said with a careless wave.

"'Shy' isn't the word…"

After they arrived home, the three hurriedly changed out of their outfits and busied themselves playing their video games. Zoro searched through the fridge for grog and something to eat. Twenty minutes later, Sanji arrived, reeking of beer and grumbling over the very fact.

"SANJI!" Luffy cried, stretching out to hug him tightly. "Mmm, you remind me of a bar, Sanji."

"Get off."

"How was your date?" Zoro asked, a touch snidely.

"It…uh…it…it wasn't a date. It—"

"Sanji, shut up."

"Fine. It was…it was fine. Wait a minute, how'd you three know I was on a date?" Sanji asked, growing outraged.

"Sanji, next time Gin comes over to get you, can we come too?" Luffy asked. "You guys looked to have tons of fun bowling today, and—"

Sanji's furious eye snapped toward Zoro, who calmly walked out the front door. Ussop grabbed Luffy and yanked him back with a nervous chuckle. "Never mind him, Sanji. Um, you should go change! Quickly. Before the stuff permeates your skin and leaves you smelling like, mm, Pabst all week."

"You're too young to know what that smells like," Sanji grumbled, sniffing himself then striding off to his room.

Ussop exhaled slowly, releasing Luffy. "You idiot. I told you not to bring that up! We could be seriously killed—!"

Luffy opened his mouth to reply when Sanji flew out from the hall, the underside of his foot catching both teens by their heads. As they hit the carpet, he climbed over them, to shove a heel under the right side of Luffy's neck and the left side of Ussop's jaw, effectively pinning them in place by using their body weight and his leg strength.

"Now…tell me seriously. What do you know?" he asked, lighting up.

"T-t-there's no-nothing to—to be ashamed of!" Ussop choked.

Luffy stretched his neck out, giving Sanji a frown. "C'mon, Sanji. Why keep such a secret from your bestest friends? Besides, Zoro was only looking out for you. He wanted to make sure Gin wasn't some bastard from the shipyards that wanted to hurt you."

"Zoro…set you…up to this?"

"Yeah! He's your wingman! He knows what he's supposed to do! He was only watching out for you, and how come you didn't even try to hold Gin's hand that one time?" Luffy asked.

Sanji's face turned red, and he cleared his throat loudly. He released them, Ussop choking and coughing while Luffy rolled onto his back, arms behind his head.

"Never mind, Luffy," he muttered, walking back to the bedroom. Ussop made sure that he did enter the room with the intention to change, and quickly hurried over to the living room. He found Chopper hiding behind the couch, having hidden once his friends had been taken down. They resumed playing their games.

"Sanji is such a shy guy," Luffy said with a sigh. "At the rate he's going, he's not going to find the right sort of person that should be with him. He's only going to attract the sort that'll take advantage of him. Poor Sanji. We should help him!"

"Sanji isn't a shy guy, Luffy, and I think staying out of his way when it comes to his, uh, mission, will be helping him enough. Because he was really upset when he heard we were, um, watching over him today," Ussop said, adjusting his ponytail.

"It's true," Chopper chimed in. "Sanji isn't shy, but he definitely lacks the knowledge. We should make sure Gin is the right person for him!"

"You're right, Chopper! Does he have all the Say-may stuff that Sanji needs?" Luffy asked, zipping over and stealing Ussop's controller.

"He's aggressive, all right. And he's, um, a little manly. Skinny, but Sanji's okay with it. He can feed him enough substance to have him fill out a bit," Chopper said, tapping his chin with a hoof. "But his personality wasn't clear enough. Did you two see the way he sniffed Sanji today? Right after he did, he grew offended. Maybe he didn't like Sanji's cologne…?"

"But that's the expensive stuff."

"Well, he was also wearing Zoro's shirt, the one that hung out under the couch cushions since February of last year," Chopper said with a nervous clearing of his throat.

"Aw, shit, the one I was wiping my boogers on?" Luffy asked in disgust, searching the couch and finding that it was so. He made a face. "Oh, ugh. I hope he washed it, first."

"He probably didn't have the time to do so. SO! Gin probably smelled its unwashed state and was turned off. Probably. So…I think that the very next time they go out, Sanji needs to smell better."

"This is just like being around girls," Ussop grumbled.

"But scent is a defining factor in finding a mate! You need to find somebody you find smells awesome in order to keep them! Gin may like Sanji, but he didn't like the smell of him. I say we need to do a little research on Gin. Find out what he likes so that we can, subtly, apply it to Sanji the next time they date!"

"Chopper, that is a fabulous idea! Let's go, Ussop!" Luffy cried, grabbing at his shirt.

"Where are we going?!"

"To find Gin!"

"We are going to spy on Gin," Chopper said with determination. "Should we redress in our ninja suits?"

"Another fabulous idea, Chopper! Let's go, Ussop!" Luffy cried, pulling Ussop towards their room.

After the front door opened and shut minutes later, Sanji ventured out of his room, wondering what they were up to, now. He then shrugged and decided to take a shower, to think about what the day meant to him.

-

"It's you," Zoro growled, whipping out two of his swords, readying himself for defensive measures.

"What is this, Zoro?" Nami asked, using one red nail to push away Kitetsu. She waved the doujinshi about, pages fluttering.

Zoro relaxed and sat back down on his bench. Having gotten himself lost on the streets of Area 29, he had decided that he needed some alone time to think. He wasn't sure what to make of Gin courting Sanji; it was definitely a manlier version of courtship, though. While uncomfortable with the fact that his long time friend was planning on being with a man, that didn't mean Zoro was okay with it.

In the midst of his thinking, Nami had ambushed him. The redhead was strutting around in her fox fur stole, her tiniest dress and highest heels, and Zoro had to wonder how she did it. Didn't her feet get tired in those things?

"Chopper's," he said. "What you doing snooping through our house, anyway? Don't you have better things to do, like rob an old couple or kick a toddler's shins?"

"Why would Chopper have this in your house? This depicts gay men doing all sorts of naughty things to each other, and I don't think you've noticed by now, but Chopper isn't a man," Nami said, opening the book to a highly detailed page and laying it in Zoro's lap.

Zoro cleared his throat and jiggled his leg to dump it to the sidewalk. "He brought it over the other night, witch. What am I supposed to say? Ask him."

"I just find it entirely hilarious, that amidst all your, er, manliness and masculine pride, I find it odd that this would be somewhere near your vicinity. Doesn't it offend you?" she asked, picking it up and sitting next to him, annoyed that he scooted away from her. She flipped through the pages with languid effort.

"Why would it?" Zoro asked.

"Because it's against all manliness. I mean, a man loving another man," Nami said, pausing on another highly detailed page. "Allowing himself to love another man, in a way a man is to love another woman. Having sex with him, kissing him, touching him…reading or even seeing another man dominating another like he's a woman, isn't that wrong?"

"Huh. 'Dominating'," Zoro repeated, scrunching his brown as he searched the light polluted skies for answers. "If you put it that way, it would make sense that a man would love another man. It's completely Alpha/Beta. Y'know? Hey, you wouldn't get anybody pregnant."

Nami gave him a disgusted look. "No, Zoro, that's not how it works. A woman was put here for a man. That's the natural order."

"Who says?"

"It's a given!"

Zoro thought of all the gay couples in Area 12. "Some people missed that memo."

"So you're okay with it?"

"I don't care. Nami, why don't you go for a woman? Tell me about it sometime, huh?"

"I don't want a woman! I want a man!" Huffing, Nami tossed the doujinshi into the trash. "You're a tolerant man, Zoro. Who is it that's into these books? Ussop? Luffy? Sanji? Hah!"

Zoro gave a chuckle. "You'd be surprised, witch."

"It's not that I don't like homosexuals, it's just…" Nami trailed off, scratching at her breast. She frowned when she realized Zoro didn't even try to look. Seeing that he was busy staring off at the sky, she grabbed her dress and pulled it down, flashing him for five full seconds. Those passing by looked, stunned and appreciative. Annoyed that Zoro didn't even investigate as to why various men had crashed into each other, causing a clumsy scene before them, she shifted her dress back into place. She sighed, bending to rest her chin into her palm, elbow upon her knee.

"What if someone liked you, Zoro?" she then asked. "How would you treat them?"

"Why would they do something like that?" Zoro asked, picking at his nose and examining the contents he'd found.

Nami made a face, trying not to retch. "I'm serious! What if…what if one of your male friends liked you?"

"HAH!" Zoro crowed. Then he fell serious. "Like who? I mean, those guys back there's already spreading the rumors that I am. Hell, earned me a few more fights, and I find it too tiring to deny."

"You're just going to let people talk shit about you like that?" Nami screeched. "You are so lazy!"

"Hell."

"What if Sanji liked you," she then said hurriedly, looking at him closely. "What if it were Sanji that liked you?"

"That'd be weird, considering he's seeing this—" Zoro quickly cut himself off.

"He's seeing somebody?! Who?" Nami cried, grabbing a hold of his shirt. "Who's he seeing?!"

"Never mind. Can't talk about it."

"Is she pretty? What woman in her right mind would see him?"

"Hah! A woman," Zoro chuckled, then realized he was obvious, giving Nami a startled look.

But Nami didn't catch it, frowning hard. "Is she from our school? Zoro, is this why you're out here moping?"

"No. Geebus."

"Zoro, are you homo?" she then asked directly.

Zoro sighed. "Let it be what it may. Get off."

"YOU ARE?"

"That book wasn't mine. It's Chopper's," Zoro then said, rising from the bench and decided to risk looking for the familiar route back to home. Sanji should have something cooked by now.

"ZORO!" Nami hollered after him, rising from the bench as well. "YOU'RE GAY?!"

"He has finally come to his senses," said a voice behind her, causing her to whirl. Johnny and Yosaku stood there in the shadows, their contemplation poses strained, as if they'd been standing there the entire time.

"He finally realizes it, and what a man he is," Yosaku said with a grave nod.

"Is he?" Nami asked them.

"Is he what?"

"Is he gay?"

"Is he—? Girl, what sorta questions you ask!" Johnny scolded.

"You've been standing here this entire time! Didn't you hear a word we said?!"

"Actually, I was thinking about how the street cleaner hadn't cleaned off our butts in a long while," Johnny admitted, looking around himself.

"I was thinking on whether or not I'd consumed too much salt the day before. The pickle really did me in," Yosaku said with a nod.

"Aye, you look a little bloated," Johnny said.

"I feel it. It's all in my eye area. Not so much here, but over here."

"It's definitely noticeable."

"IDIOTS!"

"Are you on a witch hunt for homos?" Yosaku asked. "There's this guy on campus, Bon something or other. He's an instructor. Why don't you approach him and ask him your girly questions?"

"You were just saying Zoro had finally come to his senses! What did that mean?"

"It's dinner time," Yosaku replied, giving her frown.

"It's about time he went home for dinner. Where have you been, girl? Don't you pay attention to things?" Johnny asked.

Nami growled, stomped her foot, and strode off. She'd find her answers sooner or later.