A/N: Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece. Duh.

The sun rises on the East Blue.

Those who have been bred to rise with the sun awaken refreshed and prepared to begin anew. The saying, "tomorrow is another" is popular for a reason. A new day can often feel like a fresh start despite how yesterday went. Clocks reset along with bodies and everything continues in its cycle.

Today was going to be Nami's new start. Her new day if it was. It also might be her final day on Earth, so there is also that to think about. She was not refreshed, not invigorated, and not even out of bed yet. Awake, yes. Out of bed, no.

She had been up for three hours now, staring at the ceiling for answers about how the day would go. Oddly, none could be found. Maybe she should try tea leaves? Her focus shifts to Nojiko, who tosses in her sleep and cuddles closer to Nami to find comfort. This had become a common thing between the two sisters, to sleep in the same bed. Though Nojiko found the most relief from it, Nami had ever suggested it stop. It had become habit after Genzo died and it reminded both sisters they still had one another.

Nami gently caresses her sister's hair while staring at the beams of sunlight coming through the blinds of her window. She idly begins to count the floating dust particles in the air while waiting for her sister to wake up. The girl would normally have just left the bed quietly to make breakfast, but today was different. Tomorrow was uncertain, so she would revel in her sister's warmth for as long as possible. Nojiko also never slept this late anyway, so she was probably having similar thoughts.

A cut to the throat. Will the knife penetrate his skin? Will I be quick enough? Is it possible? Should I call off the deal?

These questions had been bouncing off Nami for the better part of three days and two nights. The last one especially. It was clear the Navy was on its way to finish off Arlong once and for all, so waiting seemed like the best option. Logic told her it was.

However, logic wasn't always in control. To let some nameless marine warrior kill the scum that had shit over her life for the better part of a decade seemed wrong in some way. He was not theirs to kill. Nami wanted to have Arlong's blood on her hands and no one else's, except her sister of course who had endured just as much.

She once had a wet dream involving Arlong. The dream had just been her in an empty room with a gun and a chained up Arlong in a chair. She shot him over and over and over again, watching the life slowly drain from his terrified eyes. When she told her sister, Nojiko confessed to having similar dreams.

That was another thing bothering her about this plan. If it went well, Arlong would be killed quickly and not suffer. This went against what Nami wished to happen to him, but then again, torturing Arlong would bring her close to his level. That was a place Nami didn't want to be anywhere near. Becoming like him…it would be worse than death. In that case, though, it might be better for him to be captured and sent to Impel Down. If the stories were true then that place was hell on Earth.

No. Then I can't be the one to see him die.

Nami's eyes drifted over to the wall and began humming a tune Bellemere use to sing to her and Nojiko as little girls. She had even heard Genzo hum it once or twice. She could not remember the words to save her own life, though. It didn't really matter, the simple tune comforted her anyway despite it also reminding her of the closest thing to parents she ever had.

That money…is for my two girls.

Thoughts of that day flooded into Nami's mind. The tears soon began flooding from her eyes as well, even though she hadn't cried over Bellimere's death in over three years. In fact, she thought her tears had run dry after Genzo was killed. Sure enough, however, liquid pooled from behind her eyes like as if a metaphorical damn had broken.

You've stolen Nami's purity, which was worth all the lives in the East Blue. It's only right I steal your life Arlong.

Remembering the steel she had heard in Genzo's voice, the unwavering edge in his eyes as he fought Arlong with his last breath…she hadn't been worth it. Nami would have wished he had endured with her than die defending her and Nojiko's honor. Well, that was what she had thought in the beginning, but now she knew better. Seeing Nami, someone he considered a daughter, walk from Arlong Park day in and out, knowing what happening inside was something he wouldn't have been able to live with. Rushing into fight Arlong had been about anger, yes, but more about the fact he couldn't continue to live on the island.

Nami didn't hold it against him. How could she? She probably would have killed herself (though not by fighting Arlong) if not for having a sister that would be left behind.

The mikan haired girl turned to her ice-blue haired counterpart and began gently petting her hair once more. If today went well, Nami was going to find her and her sister a change of scenery. Seriously, fuck this island. She didn't care if begging was required to get on whatever marine ship pulled up, but she wasn't staying here. The sun didn't shine on Cocoyashi Village anymore. It could never be called home again.

It would be necessary to leave anyway if she was to enact her dream of charting the whole world. After everything that happened, it may seem trivial now, but that dream was important. It symbolized Nami taking back her life. Because if Arlong was able to break her spirit to the point the dream was no longer something she had the strength to reach for, well that would be like him winning in a way. Call it a last "fuck you" to his existence if you will.

As Nami's tears finally dried up, Nojiko then began to stir in her sleep. Her breathing hitched a little before going back to normal and her arms pull Nami even closer. Yes, she was definitely awake now, even if her eyes stayed closed the whole time. The former thief smiled and shook her head a bit at this. Honestly, sometimes she felt like the older sister instead of the other way around.

"Nojiko, if you don't let go I cannot make breakfast," Nami spoke in almost a near whisper. Her sister snuggled closer, not seeming to mind going hungry for the time being.

"It's fine. We can just have an early lunch or a late breakfast. As long as I get to stay here a bit longer," breathed out Nojiko into Nami' neck. Geez, even food wasn't a good enough temptation. Deciding not to press the issue anymore, the future navigator allowed herself to be used as a body pillow for a little longer. No harm in it.

"Nami," said Nojiko hesitantly, "I just want you to know I love you. More than anything."

The younger sister didn't respond immediately, she instead continued to stare a hole into the ceiling. If her sister felt the need to state something so obvious, then she must be very scared right now at what the day will bring. Nojiko hadn't felt the need to say those words for years now because it was obvious, wasn't it? She also knew Nami felt the same, so she most likely didn't expect a response. Though, Nami gave one anyway.

"I love you too sis. More than anything in the world."

Nami felt something moist begin to dampen her pillow and for the arms that already encircled her to constrict to the point of near suffocation. Nojiko shuttered beside her and began making sniffing noises. Nami used the arm that was already under her sister to pull Nojiko closer and let her cry it out. The act only made the tears come harder.

"Don't worry sis. We'll be together at the end of this, that's a promise."

Whether the double message was received or not by Nojiko is a mystery, but damn did she cry. The tears that had been held back for quite some time came out like a waterfall and sobbing filled the room. Her younger sisters began whispering sweet words while giving feather light pets on her head. The act reminded her of Bellemere, which only caused her tears to come down harder than before.

Nami knew her sister probably felt embarrassed. She always was trying to put on the strong front for her, even though it was entirely unneeded. They were both broken and no amount of pretending would change that, but if it the act of pretending helped, Nami would never acknowledge or confront her sister on it.

It tears only lasted a few more minutes, but then afterward came the comfort hugging, which had already been in progress from the beginning. That took another hour, but afterward, it seemed Nojiko was finally ready to leave the warmth of the bed. Nami padded through the bedroom door and over to the kitchen to begin making what might be the last meal ever served in this house.

There wasn't much in the house food-wise, but that had always been the case and they still had always been able to make something that got the taste buds going. Tangerine sauce with scrambled eggs and pancakes sounded good. Excellent last meal idea if Nami ever heard one.

As the girl began getting out the ingredients, she felt a slight chill come over her. She was currently wearing pink shorter than short shorts and a plain white oversized t-shirt. Not what you would call insulated clothing, not in a drafty house like this anyway.

She cracks the eggs into a bowl and begins the arduous task of beating them into submission with her trusty whisper. After this, the pancake batter is mixed and poured into the skillet. Then comes the secret family recipe for tangerine sauce. Soon the smells of breakfast fills the air and permeates through the house. Nojiko comes out of the bedroom wearing similar attire as her sister, sits at the table and waits for deliciousness. Nami can't help but notice the smugness on Nojiko's face that basically screams 'yay, it isn't my day to cook.'

Honestly how she could be so self-satisfied over that at on a day like today brought a small grin to Nami's face. Worries always seemed so fleeting in moments like this. Nami's soul raged like a burning inferno when she remembered that this could have been the norm if Arlong had never reared his saw nose on the East Blue. Specifically her island in particular. If only.

Nami shook her head of the thoughts for now and served food she had just prepared while still hot. She sat down adjacent from her sister and began eating in a comfortable silence. This was nice. However, the day could not stay as pleasant as now. A loud knock at the door punctuated that fact painfully clear.

"Yo, Nami open up!"

It was Chew. She would have preferred it be Hatchi that delivered the news, but she guessed that didn't really matter anyway. Nojiko looked up from her plate with a resigned sadness before a streak of determination appeared across her features instead. Jeez, Nojiko looked like she was about to go off for war, which really wasn't far off from what was about to happen.

Nami stood and walked to the door calmly before opening it. The tall, blonde-haired, long-lipped fishman stood with an imposing figure over her. His standard expression of slightly pissed off but also mildly intrigued, with a touch of sarcastic musing was not present. Instead, it was replaced with a very concerned but also generally sarcastic look. Weird that Nami knew his face well enough to tell the difference, but that tends to happen after 10+ years of knowing anyone.

"Tch. Did I interrupt something," sneers Chew with the tact of a newborn pig. Nami is a little surprise he picked up on the irritation hidden beneath the impassive expression she patented over the years, but it wasn't like he also hadn't known her for years as well. His normal jeering tone doesn't have an edge today. Based on the circumstances this was not very surprising.

"Is it finally time Chew," ask Nami with a completely expressionless voice. The fishman becomes a bit more reserved, looking to the side and spitting a jet of water into the dirt. Nami can tell he feels bad about this arrangement. Funny since it was originally his idea, but some lingering loyalty to his captain must still remain, fond memories mixed with the recent bad ones. He shakes it off and looks back at her with his signature expression.

"Yea, it's time."

"And I trust you will keep your end of the deal?"

Nami hears Chew mutter "bitch" under his breath before answering. "Psh, we already told you that destroying this village would paint a target on our backs. Even that fool Hatchan gave you his word."

She nodded but didn't reply verbally. It was enough for Chew, who turned around and started walking back to Arlong Park, trusting she could find the way on her own. Nami signed and went back into the house to retrieve her knife. Nojiko is as silent as reproved child, staring into the distance as if having seen an apparition.

Nami watches Nojiko head into the shared living space to get the pistol that was given to her to shoot Arlong in the back of the head. The mikan haired girl opens one of the kitchen drawers connected to the countertop and pulls out the specially sharpened one she was given by Hatchi. When he handed to her, the octopus said he slid it over the whetstone over 500 times until it was like a razor.

The knife isn't particularly impressive or anything on its own; just a simple 5-inch blade, no guard, and a 4-inch bone white wooden handle. Rather dull in appearance unless the sunlight hits the blade just right. Nami liked this knife, though. It didn't seem like much, but it would do the job well. Hopefully, it would do the job well anyway. She laid it on the counter and went into the bedroom to change clothes. Upon entering, she sees Nojiko has changed into a blue t-shirt and knee length, olive brown shorts. The older sister is sitting on the shared bed, staring at the pistol in her hand as if it held the answers to life itself. It wasn't like it was an ornate object or anything; that was not the reason it captured not only Nojiko's attention and Nami's as well.

This specific pistol was the same used to kill Bellemere.

Now it was about to be used to kill Arlong.

Was that irony or poetic justice? Whatever it was, it held a lot of weight to Nami and Nojiko; so much so it was nearly suffocating. Nami continued to get dress into something more that would distract Arlong a little. Also to clear something up, she wasn't actually sure if Arlong found humans attractive in a sexual way and if he did then he would much rather prefer a mermaid or fishwomen. The act of having intercourse with some of the women around the town was almost purely to assert dominance over something. He particularly enjoyed ones with more fight, the reason Nami was a favorite. She never once allowed Arlong to see her cry during one of the sessions. Not even the first time. Anyway, Nami picked a hot pink spaghetti strapped blouse (it could easily be taken off without raising her arms), a light blue mini skirt (once again didn't take much to take off), and Spartan style sandals. It all specially chosen so her back wouldn't accidently be shown while disrobing. Oh, and no underwear to speak of. This was no time to worry about shame.

After getting into uniform, she leaves the bedroom with her sister trailing close behind. Nami grabs the knife off the counter where she left it and heads outside. It's cloudy with a 70% chance of rain and 30% percent chance of thunderstorms. Or at least that what Nami deduced just by simply breathing the air and feeling the humidity on her skin. Yes, it would be cloudy today wouldn't it?

They begin to head down the hill towards the town. Neither talk nor attempt to make conversation because both were completely focused on what will be an extremely tense situation very soon. In fact, it seems as if the closer they get to Arlong Park, the greater amount of barometric pressure is present. Nami had absent-mindedly started to rub her left shoulder where the Arlong tattoo used to be.

The day Genzo died, Nami had found a kitchen knife and skinned off the accursed mark until nothing was left. When Nojiko found her passed out on the floor, she had thought Nami committed suicide.

Dear lord! Nami what have you done?!

I-I…Couldn't…

Oh…(sob)…oh Nami please to don't leave me here...

The day Arlong first raped Nami, she had scrubbed herself until the normally peachy skin was red and raw. Genzo had found her like that in the tub in the fetal position. I had been more than the man could handle and continue to function.

I'm going to stop this Nami.

G-Genzo…please don't try to fight him…

The look on Genzo's bloodied, broken, and bruised face will haunt her until the end of time. It was neither angry nor pained. Close to satisfied, but with fringes of sadness around the edges. It was a face a man-made when he fought as hard has he could and failed despite that effort. The sadness hadn't been from any injury even though each appendage was broken beyond recognition, no, he was saddened that he wouldn't be able to look after the girls he loved anymore. Everyone had been forced to watch as he was boiled alive as punishment for rebellion.

Genzo. Bellemere. Please look over me while I finish the monster once and for all.

Soon Arlong Park could be seen in the distance. It rose from the ground like a cyst rising off flesh and looked just as grave. In all honesty, Nami actually wanted to throw up just at the sight of it because it only reminded her of Arlong again. The building was almost a symbol her fight. Only fitting the final climax would happen here. At the gates stood Kuroobi, ready to give the final briefing.

"Turn around," he grunted. Wow, not even a hello? Comparatively speaking, Chew seemed rather cheerful. The fishman karate master had deep scowl etched into his features; that would have been normal, however, if not for the tinge of fear he was trying (and failing) to hide.

Nami handed him the knife and turned around, allowing him to tape the tiny weapon between her shoulder blades. Having the cool metal scrape across her skin sent a shiver up her spine. Strong hands grasped Nami's arms before she could squirm too much.

"Do move around too much," seethed Kuroobi. "Do that and you'll cut yourself on this knife. Cut yourself and blood will be drawn. If blood is drawn, the Arlong will see and catch on. If Arlong catches on to you, you and your sister are dead. Understand?"

She nodded dumbly. His concern was based solely on his own wellbeing, but at least he was thinking very seriously about this. After Kurobi made sure the knife was secured, he opened the gates to Arlong Park and escorted her in. Nojiko was to wait outside out of sight for 3 minutes and then follow. The two sisters hugged and departed.

Once inside, Arlong Park, it was exactly how it always was. A Large area filled with random fishman, but today was a bit different. Everyone was tense, more so with her arrival. If Arlong was out here being the suspicious bastard he was, he probably would have figured out something was amiss. Luckily he was waiting in his chambers instead of meeting her in the patio area as he occasionally did. The fishmen out there gave curt nods to Nami as she passed by, eyes filled with dread. They were not as good at keeping their emotions in check as the two co-leaders she had already talked to today.

"Hey," Nami whispered as her and Kuroobi made their way into the building, "where is Hatchi?"

"Scouting."

I would have preferred he be here.

The corridors were always kept dark for some reason. Nami wasn't one hundred percent on the abilities of fishmen despite living among them for over ten years, but she was pretty sure night vision wasn't one of their many skills.

They stopped outside of Arlong's door and paused. There was a pregnant silence between the two as if the buildup had been but a dream, but now, it was all too real. Funny that the person she didn't care for the most (excluding Arlong) would be the one by her side at her most critical moment. Oh the irony, you never fail.

"Go. He's waiting," says Kurobi with a slightly louder voice than normal. It was clearly for Arlong's ears behind the door. She nodded to him for the last time and pushed the large wooden door aside to reveal one of Arlong's several personal rooms. The floor was coated in a very thin layer of black carpet, the walls were unpainted stone, an off white-gray in color. There was a large chair placed against the same wall the door was on, in which he sat. The only light source was a cluster of three light bulbs hanging off the ceiling. It was actually a rather spacious room considering it only served one purpose; six yards in width, seven yards in length, and nine yards in height.

As soon as Nami walked into the room she turned to face Arlong, hiding her back from view. Making sure to not nervous, she put on her resting impassive face and spoke.

"So, how do you want it today?"

The room smelled like a brewery, the scent of alcohol hung thick in the air. He must have gotten rid of the bottle already because she didn't see any present. Looking closely at his face, his expression was as sharp as ever, or anyone who hadn't looked at this face years would have thought so. It was slacking a bit. His senses will be dulled considerably for the next few minutes, though that still put him at a super human advantage to her.

She began to strip her clothes, as per usual. Nami let the spaghetti strapped blouse fall to the ground along with her skirt. It would have been very strange if she had been apprehensive about stripping when that hadn't been the case for past year. She walked towards him, with a gentle sway in her hips. His reaction time to her movement was slower than it would have normally been, so she was able to quickly, but not alarmingly so, towards him until she stood right before him. Nami's movements had been especially subtle when it came to hiding her back, drawing attention to other parts by using classic magician techniques. A hand motion there, a sway there, one quick movement of hair. It had been perfected when she had once been a thief. Thinking about it, magicians and thief's weren't so different in their performances and skills. It was all about the grand act. And this was literally the act of a lifetime.

Arlong's grin turned lecherous with power. He thought her helpless under her might, it was literally the only way for him to get off, which is why today he would fall today. She got a bit closer to him, inch by inch. Centimeter by centimeter. Her feet padded against the soft carpet without sound. It seemed he was just going to let her get close before making any demands. Perfect.

"Take off my pants," he growled with emphasizes. She was only too happy to accommodate. Slowly, she lowered to her knees, keeping eye contact at all times. She knew he enjoyed it and eye contact in general was just an excellent way to distract anyone. Make them believe that they held your undivided attention when in reality you were robbing them out of house and home. Men, they were just too easy.

This was it. This was the moment to act. It almost seemed like time stopped as she leaned forward and began to unzip his pants, still keeping eye contact. Once this was done, she rose once again and pretended like she was about to put her hair. At this point, she was practically straddling him, yet through her movements, he had not taken any consideration of her back. Had not even seen it. While "tying" her hair, she slowly unleashed the blade and concealed it under her palm and upper wrist. The ability to tie hair while holding a razor sharp blade was very impressive if one was to think hard about it. In fact, it should be impossible, but that is beside the point.

Her hands lowered away from her orange locks, palms facing away from Arlong's eyes. He should have found this strange. He should have found it odd when she leaned closer of her own will. In fact, his brain was currently sending out misfired signals all over the place that this was dangerous. She was dangerous. His own pride fought back, though. She was weak, female, and human. No threat. Someone that could be dominated and controlled. Pride is before the fall.

The exact same time Arlong began to raise his hand to grab at her body, a silver streak rippled across the air. His eyes widened. His expression was that of full blown shock, unbridled terror. A second cut nearly faster than what could be seen went across his face. The third cut never happened. Arlong threw a right hook to Nami's face; a punch that would have killed any other time merely rocketed her across the room and into the wall on the other side.

The irate, terrified, and still shell shocked fishman made to stand but clutched his throat instead and fell to the ground. Blood oozed between his fingers and blood began to pool in his mouth. At the same time, a red veil seemed to cover his eyes and distort his vision. Nami had cut him partially through one eye and grazed the other. He tried to take a breath but kept gurgling on the endless plasma flooding from the hole in his throat.

On the other side the room, Nami was vision swarmed with dark spots. Her head throbbed heavily, what would no doubt be an enormous bruise was already forming. Each muscle screamed to stay down, mostly because her brain and body seemed to be disconnected. No, this is the moment she had dreamed of and damn if her body would get in the way. She spat out a wad of blood and attempted to get into a crouched position. Nami's eyes widened in terror when a cold hand wrapped tightly around her neck and lifted her three feet of the ground, face to face with the most terrifying stare she had ever known.

His eyes were rimmed red, beyond rage. Blood gushed from his mouth and the open wound through his windpipe. One eye was crying tears of blood, curtsey of her quick skills with a blade. He opened his mouth to speak but only ragged coughing came out, splattering her face in blood. He couldn't talk, but his face did it for him. It screamed how dare she do this. A fucking human. Arlong was going to kill her… or would have.

What with the blurred vision and concussion, she had nearly forgotten about the second part of the plan. Nami was reminded a moment later when a gun barrel was leveled on Arlong's temple and exploded in a brilliant flash of white, red, and yellow. The sudden loud noise caused Nami to squeeze her eyes shut in pain as the change in sound irritated her concussion and set off fireworks behind her eyelids. It was probably for the best, considering this meant she didn't see Arlong's brain come out the other side of his skull.

The fishman fell like a puppet with its strings cut, dropping Nami and falling to the side in a crumpled heap. Nami had barely hit the ground before Nojiko was beside her. The older sister pulled baby sister into her arms and cuddled her close. Soft and comforting hands stroked through her hair. Nami attempted to look at her sister but grimaced when she tried to turn her head. The pain that had stayed at bay was now coming with full force and her consciousness began to fade.

The last thing she saw was her sister before it all went dark.

A/N: I wrote this chapter a little differently than the others, deciding to stay with Nami's third person limited perspective for the duration of this chapter. If you liked it great, if not... sorry? Next chapter we get some more information on what was happening while Nami was in Arlong's room and Nami's past. We also catch up with our favorite marine crew.

Tell me what you thought in the comments. Until next chapter. Also, no Omake this chapter.