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Zoro pulled the phone away from his ear and stared down at the soft plastic buttons. Even over the phone, he could feel his heart pound loudly in his chest. Zoro sighed as he squeezed his shirt with his open hand. He knew Sanji wanted to know his past by the random questions that related to his family or his old home before he got kicked out. He placed the phone on its stand until it clicked and it started charging.

His past wasn't interesting at all. Hell, he didn't want anyone to know about it. There wasn't anything good in his life-except now and when he was alive.

He scratched his hair as he walked out of the dining room and headed to his bedroom. He wasn't lying to Sanji, he was very exhausted. He had to sign some contracts and escort the moving men with the newly bought furniture all in one night. Zoro coughed lightly before entering his bedroom.

His bedroom looked like his old room except everything was bigger. The window that was opposite to the entrance door reached from few inches from the ceiling to the carpet floor and a cream colored curtain covered this massive window. The king sized bed was the same bed he had since he was little, but instead of filling the whole room like his other home, it fit in with the room very nicely. The small drawer he brought from home also matched with the exclusiveness with the oak finished frame. The major difference between his old room and this one was that he had a walking closet-all to himself too. Zoro gave out a dry laugh, he didn't have much stuff to put in the closet (like the rest of his family) so the closet was going to have a lot of free space.

He felt a little relaxed seeing the empty room. He didn't really like clutter-even though he remembered a time when he begged his mom to have his own television, but that never happened.

Zoro went inside the walking closet and quickly changed into his pajamas. He stretched his arms back until he heard a pop and leapt onto the bed. It welcomed him and he snuggled against the softness. He pulled the covers until it reached his shoulders and reached for the light that was on the small drawer.

The picture frame caught his attention and he dipped his hand to touch the frame instead. A smile crept across his lips as his finger circled around the person on the photo. Zoro whispered an apology to the frame and drifted off to sleep, and memories of the past he didn't want to look back flooded his mind.

Zoro recognized the old porch of the house before his parents decided to break it down and make it a new one. This was when he was eight-the dream always brought him to this time as if his life started at eight. Then he saw himself, except way younger than he was, running out onto the porch and into the backyard. He then saw his mother running after him with her hands clenched into fists and he closed his eyes from the outcome. As he closed his eyes, the memories of the present drifted away and were replaced with the past.

When he opened his eyes, he was in his young body and felt his mother pounding her fists on him, spreading his already forming bruises bigger. Zoro cried out, noticing his voice was much younger and cracked from the tears ready to form, "Mom, stop!"

"Shut the fuck up Zoro! I am fed up with you!" His mother shrieked, as he slammed her fists into his shoulders, his back, and his arms. Zoro couldn't do anything, but just let her beat him until he wasn't able to move. He could feel his body screaming in pain and crying for it to stop. His mother's punches weren't as bad as his dad's, but hers still reached to his bones and it hurt a lot. Zoro thought he felt blood running down his arm, but his whole body was throbbing in pain. It was so hard to identify. After a few minutes which dreadfully lingered on like hours, his mother finally stopped, but grabbed a handful of Zoro's hair and jerked him up, "Green hair...what a disgusting hair color!" She gave one last wheezing breath and threw Zoro onto the ground as if he was a ragdoll. He landed with a loud thwak and another burst of pain surged through his body. He heard his mom gave out an exhausted but satisfied sigh and stepped into the house.

When he couldn't hear his mother anymore, he finally had the freedom to cry. He let the tears fall out and let it sting through his cut cheeks. Instead of sadness and pain, anger filled his mind and he punched the patch of dirt on the ground. What did he do wrong!? Why did his mother get this angry all the time. Although he didn't remember what he did (everything he did made mom furious), he knew it was something very small, like forgetting to neatly align his shoes before entering the house or forgetting to spread the bed cover perfectly, without any wrinkles.

Zoro thought this was what a family was and he accepted this, until his brother was born. He watched, in the corner, his mother hugged and kissed his younger brother and talk to him in a sweet voice; his father carried the child in his arms and playfully threw him in the air. Realization struck him so hard, it hurt.

Mom and Dad never did that to me.

Zoro suddenly choked and started coughing. He used both of his tiny hands and gripped his shirt, tried to calm it down.

Zoro didn't know how really. The pain appeared after his brother was born. All he knew was if he held his hands against his chest, the pain seemed to dull out. The young boy choked as he tried to swallow air, but it felt like his airway was closed.

Suddenly, the pain in his chest vanished. Zoro slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and examined himself. This is weird, Zoro thought. Usually the pain lasted for a quite a while and even after the pain was gone, a dry ache hummed. He ran his hands over his heart, but there was nothing except for his...heartbeat. The stabbing pain in his chest had ceased and the rush jolts of pain throbbed throughout his body. Zoro raised his sleeve and winced at the gigantic bruise forming into an almost black color.

His ears caught a noise of someone knocking on the door. Zoro scrambled onto his knees and rushed into the house. He had to hide before his mother came in and hid him herself. Zoro forced his beaten legs to climb up the stairs and into his room. He quietly closed it, so his mother wouldn't lose her temper again, and locked the door.

He sank back onto his knees, not minding spilling blood on the carpet, and placed his ear on the floor, trying to hear the conversation. One was his mother, but the other person who was talking with her, he couldn't identity. The voice was a man with a quiet calm voice, but his voice was clear and crisp like the autumn wind. Zoro liked the voice instantly.

As he listened, he thought his mom's voice was trembling, but he couldn't tell. He heard the man say something of, 'may I see him?' and then a noise of footsteps on the stairs.

Zoro raised his head and frowned. That man was probably going to see his brother. He groaned as the tender spot on his arm rubbed with the carpet and he quietly covered his hand over it. He sighed and sniffled to hold back the tears.

Of course no one wanted to see him. He had disgusting green hair like a monster. All of the kids at his school call him that. He was left out of everything because of the difference of hair color. Kids around his age pelted him with rocks just because he was different. He put his fingers over his eyes to try to stop tears from flowing into his cut up face.

No one wanted him.

He was all alone.

Zoro gasped out and quickly covered his mouth when the doorknob of his bedroom door clicked and turned rapidly. Didn't mom tell the man where his room was? Zoro sat still and even though it was bad for his health, he held his breath. The doorknob stopped shaking and Zoro slowly took in a breath, but stopped short when he heard the voice, "Zoro, can you open the door?"

He sat still, this time, frozen from shock. He heard the man call his name again, the voice was still calm and soft to Zoro's ears, "Zoro..." there was silence and the voice came back, except his tone was quieter, "...don't be afraid...I won't hurt you..." Relief spread in Zoro's body. He felt stupid being gullible and immediately believing what the stranger said. But at least once in his life, he wanted to know how it feels to hear someone talk to him without exceeding their voice into a yell or carry him off the ground and into someone's arms and know the true meaning of hug.

Zoro grasped the doorknob and turned it until the lock clicked off. He opened the door and was returned with a surprise. The first thing his eyes caught was his hair color. It was green. Just like me. The man first gave a gaze of sympathy, but immediately melted into a smile-and it was to him. A smile appeared on Zoro's face too. The first smile in years.

-.-.-

Luffy pointed to himself and his jaw dropped. "Me?"

"Yeah you." Sanji answered bluntly.

Luffy scooted his chair back, wriggled a little, and scooted back to the table. "S-Sanji...I, wait, I don't get you. Repeat what you just said."

Sanji took a deep breath, "I said, you go and ask him some questions that relate to his life and tell me all about it. Hey, just think of it like a cool agent man or something."

"Why do I have to do it?" Luffy asked while eating the chocolate parfait Sanji ordered for him. He counted with his fingers, "There's Koune, the persuader; Nami, the spy; Robin the all-seen-eye; and Usopp the gossiper! I'm just called the greatest eater!"

Sanji pointed a spoon at the confused child, "You are the only one who talks to him and he answers with more than one word. You can't deny it; everybody saw you do it. I tried talking to him but he doesn't say anything to me. Since he's getting along with you more, maybe he might be comfortable enough to tell about his past and such."

"-why do you want to know about his past so much?"

"Because I don't want a stranger in our group-and won't you feel awkward if you have a close buddy but you don't know anything about him?"

Luffy titled his head, "That's true…but maybe he's shy or afraid to tell his past."

"Afraid?"

"You know, he might have something in his past he doesn't want to tell…"

"He doesn't need to tell me that. I just want to know just the base. He doesn't need to describe everything." Sanji licked the chocolate syrup off the spoon and returned to the conversation, "Hey, did you know that he had a brother?"

Luffy choked on his ice cream he was trying to swallow it down in one gulp. After a few coughs and gags, he finally exclaimed, "He has a brother!?"

"Yeah, surprising huh?"

Luffy's eyes glittered, "What's his name?"

"I don't know."

"How old is he?"

"I don't know."

"Uh, does he…live with him?"

"I don't know."

"…do you know his hair color?"

"I don't know but it's probably green."

Luffy leaned back into his chair and waved his arms around, "That's no fun!"

"That's the point! We don't know anything about him. The only thing we know is that his name is Roronoa Zoro, he's my age, he is in classroom 2-4, he has a brother, he lives in an apartment…and he and his parents hate him for some reason."

"I didn't know the last parts."

"I just heard that yesterday."

"Hn..." Luffy mumbled as he wiped the table top with a paper napkin, "I want to know his brother too. Maybe his brother's just like mine. I'll think about it Sanji."

Sanji grinned, "Thanks. That reminds me...I don't know much about your brother too."

Luffy made an awkward smile, "He's…well, I don't think you'll get along with him."

"Oh, okay," Sanji said with a frown, "Well anyways, thanks Luffy."

"Thank you for the parfait. Man, Koune's going to be mad if he hears this-he loves chocolate parfait."

-.-.-

After Koune agreed to be friends with Zoro, Zoro started to get along with everyone-one by one. As rumored, he and Luffy were already close friends. Everyone was surprised to see Zoro talk to Luffy and making the child laugh from his jokes. They couldn't believe Zoro could laugh so much to a simple joke.

He hung out with Nami, Usopp, and Robin like they were just friend-classmates. Robin, however, was treated like a teacher and student relationship. Still, whenever Zoro and Koune met, some eerie feeling hung around the two, nevertheless, they haven't fought yet.

The most he hung out with was Sanji. Whenever Sanji invited Zoro to a get along party, or just hang out at some park, Zoro would accept and join in the fun. In return, Zoro invited Sanji over to his apartment so he can cook some meals or have a homework session.

One time, Zoro spilled his mouth saying he never played video games before. Sanji sometimes brought video games from his house and let Zoro play, or sometimes leave the games at his apartment for entertainment. Zoro had left over money so he bought a right sized television just for the video game. He also bought a few pots and pans (for Sanji). Sanji was strict about his own property and usually never let anyone borrow his stuff, but whenever he saw Zoro smile and laugh, he just couldn't help it.

The news spread that Sanji broke up with his girlfriend and was single again, thanks to Usopp. Immediately, the women at the school started applying a different shade of makeup-the color Sanji liked and acted very friendly around him.

Zoro watched Sanji open his shoe drawer and a dozen letters tumbled down onto the floor. Most of the envelopes were pink with many heart shaped stickers on them. He glanced some and saw some familiar girl classmates' names in beautiful handwriting. On the front, with big letters, all wrote, 'To Blakleg sama.' "What are those?"

"Love letters."

"Hn…" Zoro mumbled and tried to read the overly cute handwriting.

Sanji smirked, "It's annoying to get these letters right after I get dumped." He picked up the letters and read some of the names. "Not interested, not interested, maybe. Maybe, …maybe, sorry no-" Sanji suddenly made a face, "Hell no!"

Zoro was surprised at Sanji's sudden behavior, "What?" He snatched the envelope that Sanji was looking at and read the name, "Hirata Shinji."

Sanji scratched his whole body, "Gross! Oh god I'm getting goosebumps!"

Zoro opened the envelope and read the contents. He shrugged and handed the envelope back to Sanji, "So this is what a love letter looks like."

"It's from a guy! Don't you understand!? That is freakinh disgusting!"

Zoro coughed and gave a weird eye at him, "Disgusting?"

"Well, of course it's disgusting! It's a guy! He's gay!" Sanji spat and tore the letter to shreads, "God, I hate these kinds of letters!"

"Hn…" Zoro replied, and then he started to cough.

Sanji realized that Zoro was clutching his chest, and was breathing in swallow breaths. "Are you okay? It's been a long time since I seen you do that."

"I'm…alright."

"Does it hurt?"

"…no."

"I'm sorry if I affected your asthma. I should tell myself to calm down when you're around huh?"

Zoro gave a weary laugh, "I…guess."

Sanji exchanged his shoes and shoved the envelopes into his bag, "If you're tired, go to the nurse's office. Don't overdo it. I'll see you later."

"I know…see you later."

Zoro watched Sanji leave and immediately fell to his knees, grasping his shirt and gasping for air. He rolled over to his back, leaning against the shoe drawer and continued to cough. After a few seconds, his coughing died down and he carefully breathed in small breaths. His throat felt parched and as he stood up, he felt a sting of pain in his heart.

He hates gays.

I'm in love with him.

He's…going to hate me.

Zoro gripped his shirt wincing from the bothersome pain. Fear crashed onto him like boulders. He knew he mustn't tell Sanji this. He swore to himself to not reveal his attraction to men to anybody, especially him. "Jii-san," Zoro whispered, "-you were right..."

"Good morning Zoro!" Zoro gasped and turned around to see Luffy standing at the doorway just a few feet. Luffy approached him, his grin never leaving the mouth, "Gosh, you're sweating-and it's the middle of fall!"

Zoro laughed, "It's no big deal."

"Is it…" Luffy moved his finger around his chest.

Zoro eyes lowered and sighed, "I'm sorry…"

"Do you want to go to the nurse's office?"

"No…thanks though…I don't want the nurse to know about it."

Luffy swallowed, "Am I the only one who knows about this?"

Zoro scratched his head, "...yeah."

Luffy stared at Zoro for a while. "Zoro, I heard from Sanji that you live in an apartment. When did you move?"

"I paid my first rent a few days ago, so I moved into an apartment about a month ago."

"Do you have the money to stay at the apartment?"

Zoro smirked. Luffy titled his head to the side, "I didn't at first…but I have a job."

Luffy's eyes grew wide, "Really!?" Zoro nodded, "What kind of job?"

Zoro paused a little and he sweat dropped, "Um…it's tiring."

"You shouldn't stress yourself if you don't like it."

"I don't hate it. It's just that it's a night shift and I lose sleeping time."

"Ew! Nighttime jobs!?...Why didn't you pick the afternoons?"

"…they didn't offer mornings."

"That's a weird job you have."

Zoro smiled, "But it pays well."

"Zoro, when's your birthday?"

"What?" This threw Zoro off for a second. He never expected a question like that to come out of a friend's mouth. An unknown warm feeling grew around him. He tumbled onto his words, "Was...it…N-November…eleventh?"

Luffy grinned, "Zorome! Is that where your name came from?"

"My parents didn't care on what name I had…"

"Wow! It's almost your birthday! I have to think of something to get you, huh?"

"Huh?"

Luffy returned the question, "Huh?"

"W-what do you mean…'something to get you?'"

"A gift. Don't you get gifts on your birthdays?"

Zoro's eyes were filled with surprise, "That's what you do on birthdays?"

Luffy frowned. He felt awfully sad all of a sudden. He messed his hair up and he thought deeply. He made his mind and turned to Zoro, "I'm going to get you the best birthday present ever, Zoro. I-I'll promise! I'll see you at P.E.!"

Zoro still had a frown, but shrugged, "Sure."

-.-.-

After school, Luffy met with Sanji at the usual coffee shop. Sanji ordered him his favorite things and Luffy rambled the conversation he had this morning. Luffy sniveled after he finished his sentence, "Isn't that sad? He never got any birthday presents, no parties…"

Sanji asked the incoming waitress for seconds on the hot chocolate, "That is sad…" and then he puffed his cheeks, "-and he never told me this."

"Should we make a party for him?"

Sanji leaned against the chair, "I think we should. We'll ask Nami-san for some good advice on parties. I bet she has a good place to have a party at. Oh yeah, let's keep this a secret for Zoro-it'll be better that way."

"Yeah, that's a good idea!" Luffy grinned, "I'll ask Nami when I go to her house today!"

Sanji gave a glare, "Today?"

"F-for…homework."

-.-.-

Sanji visited Zoro's apartment a few days later and was surprised. There were drawers here and there with one with the television on top. On the floor between the black leather couches was a huge fluffy rug. In the four corners of the room had two fancy lamps, stretched up toward the ceiling and curved down for adequate light. The living room finally got the feeling that someone lived here. Sanji grinned, "Nice. Where did you get the cash?"

Zoro shrugged, "Most are from the money dad gave me and the rest I used a little from my payment."

"That reminds me…what's your job?"

"…It's just a job…Nothing important."

Sanji smiled, "I want to see you work. Where do you work?"

Zoro sat on the floor with the soft rug and sighed a little, "Can we not talk about this? I'm exhausted."

Sanji froze at the cold remark. He frowned a little and sat down next to him. Zoro shuffled a little and scooted slightly away from him. He silently handed Sanji a can of beer and began opening his own. Sanji sighed as he stared at his can of beer, "Do you hate me?"

Zoro suddenly spat out his beer and gaped at him, "Wait, why?"

Sanji frowned, "…it feels like you're not talking to me. You ignore most of my questions and snap back when I ask something about your life-BUT when Luffy comes in you start blabbing your mouth off!"

Sanji caught a glimpse of Zoro and his heart broke. He never had seen Zoro look so hurt. "I...I'm sorry...I'm not used to this friendship…thing yet…"

Sanji looked down in shame. He should have kept his mouth shut. In Zoro's perspective, Sanji lived in a different dimension. Of course Zoro wasn't used to talking to people; everyone in his past life neglected him. He wasn't used to this much attention at all. "I-I'm sorry Zoro…I should've known…"

"I-if you want me to talk to you more often…I'll be glad to…I…thought you didn't like it."

Sanji gaped at him, "W-what made you think of that?"

"…whenever I see you, you always turn and talk to Koune so…"

"That's just a coincidence!"

"…But-"

"-you still don't like Koune huh?" Zoro gave a slight nod. Sanji lowered his shoulders. "I see." He took a sip of the drink, and was preoccupied by guessing the size of the television screen.

Zoro, for the first time in minutes, looked at Sanji. He was sitting down on the rug, with his back against the leather couch. He was wearing a nice blue and green blended sweater and comfortable denim jeans. His long golden bangs fell on his face as he gazed at his beer can. He looked neat and-awkwardly sexy. He was glad how Sanji didn't know anything about him, but their friendship still hasn't wavered. Maybe one part of his past wouldn't hurt…

Zoro gave a weak grin, "Wait here, I'll show you something."

Sanji nodded and watched Zoro leave the living room. Sanji's heart was beating loudly in his ears. Excitement and glee filled him and he couldn't keep control of himself. Zoro was going to tell him something-and probably he's the first one. And once he heard it, he could brag it to Luffy. Sanji sat up straight when Zoro returned. In his hands was a picture frame with a simple dark wood border. In the picture, there was a child with green hair (apparently this was Zoro) and an older man around the age of late thirties with also green hair, had his arms around the child. The child and man were both grinning with the background covered in snow.

A smile crept on Sanji's face. Zoro looked so happy. He felt a little envious of this man who made Zoro always smile like this. "W-who is he? I'm guessing this isn't your dad…"

Zoro received the picture frame and traced his fingers across the glass surface. He grinned, which caused Sanji to twitch in envy, "This is my uncle. I got his hair color trait."

"Which side of the family?"

"…Mom's."

Sanji scratched his head, "Eh, so…does he still live with you?"

Zoro looked away, "He passed away..."

"I-I'm sorry."

Sanji thought he should've said more to comfort him, but the look in his eyes didn't read sadness. He easily recognized the look; it reflected fear. He was curious of what he would say if he asked what was the matter, but Luffy's phrase stopped him from asking. He pushed the question he wanted to ask and instead stayed on topic.

"I-I know this is awkward, but...how did he die?"

Zoro hesitated, "...a...heart attack…"

"I'm sorry..." Sanji grinned, tried to brighten up the mood, "What was your uncle like?"

"Jii-san...was nice. He…knew how I felt because he had…the same experience…" Zoro made a soft smile, "…he…was the only one I felt safe around."

"Hou..."

Zoro smiled, "You're kind of act like him."

"Really?"

He thought he saw Zoro's cheeks brighten a little, but he threw the thought away. It was just gross to think that the playboy Sanji was making another guy blush.

-.-.-

Luffy was yawning over the phone as he heard Sanji's gleeful voice, explained what he and Zoro were talking about. The child was tired; he arrived at Nami's house early and she gave him some interesting juicy gossip only girls would love to hear. For Luffy, it was just back-talk about some girl classmates he and her shared, so it was quite boring. Especially after he had to bear the long talk, now Sanji called and he was telling his greatest day of his life story. Luffy replied a little tiredly, "I'm glad you're happy Sanji."

"See!?" the voice on the other side of the phone crackled, "You're not the only one he talks to!"

"So…are you at home?"

"Yeah…are you at home?"

"Er, no…I'm at Nami's house."

"N-nami-san!? Still!? It's almost five! Luffy, go home-a man should know that he must not stay at a lady's house unless they are couples!"

"But, she invited me…er…for dinner…"

Sanji bit his lip. What? And she didn't invite me!? "Well…after you eat, go home."

"I know I know. Nami said she'll bring leftovers to school tomorrow-"

"I doubt it."

Sanji heard Luffy laugh on the other side of the phone, "You know me! Sorry Sanji! Nami was going to invite you, but I told her you were planning to go to Zoro's today."

"Oh." Sanji bluntly replied.

After a few more seconds, Luffy finally hung up and collapsed onto the soft orange blankets of Nami's bed. He heard a click of the door and Nami entered with a tray of cookies and hot brewed tea. Luffy gleamed, "Are those orange cookies?" Nami nodded and as she put the tray down onto the round table, Luffy attacked the plate taking three or four cookies in each hand. He took a bite on each of the cookies and gave a cookie crumbed grin. "Your cookies are the best!"

"I'm glad! I worked hard on making them." She took a taste and grinned in satisfaction. Nami sat next to Luffy and stuffed more cookies in his hands, "So, what was Sanji saying?"

Luffy frowned, "He said he had a good time at Zoro's house. After he talked to me, he was going to brag it off to Koune too…" He frowned even more when she saw a glint in Nami's eyes. That meant she wanted more information. "…Uh, he said that Zoro had an uncle who passed away. That uncle was very kind to Zoro when he was little."

Nami lifted her head out of her shoulder, "That's it?" Luffy nodded and she flopped onto the carpet, "That's not fun!" On the floor, she slapped Luffy's back, "Come on Luffy Bond, you're the main spy here! Sanji-kun's too nice to ask bold questions, but you have that magnificent ability!"

Luffy rubbed his back, staining his shirt with orange and cookie oil. He turned over and laid right next to Nami, his hair tickled Nami's cheeks. She saw him shift his body a little before speaking, "...um...I know something really really important…but you CAN'T tell anyone! Zoro promised me not to tell anybody! I-I'm trusting you Nami."

Nami scooted her body closer to him, "Tell me. I love secrets just as much as oranges!"

-.-.-

Zoro opened another can of beer and drank it as if it was water. His legs wobbled as he returned to the leather couch and fell into it, balancing the can perfectly in his hand. He gripped his shirt and couldn't believe what he heard in his ears.

Dokkin…dokkin…

It was his heart, but the sound was different. It was louder, and the more it beat with this noise, the hotter his body felt. Zoro's body was drenched in cold sweat as fear overwhelmed him once more. It was the noise of the heartbeat his uncle warned him many times about. He saw a part of his past and heard his uncle's voice overlapping the devastating heartbeat.

His uncle brought Zoro's small hands to touch the older man's chest. Zoro felt the distinctive pulses of the heart and the noise it followed, dokkin…dokkin…

"I'm giving you a warning Zoro…if you hear this heartbeat inside your chest, you will have to be extra careful. When this ever happens…keep it to yourself…never tell anyone about this." Zoro nodded, half understanding the situation. He tried to sink the words into his head anyways. His uncle smiled and stroked the child's green hair, "I'm sorry that you have to take this…"

Zoro gritted his teeth, gripping his chest hard as he could. "Jii-san…why didn't you tell me this sooner!?"

-.-.-

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner!?" Nami's face was pale as bone and was screaming her head off. Luffy swallowed, he knew it was a wrong tell secrets, but he couldn't take it anymore. He desperately wanted someone to know about this and Nami seemed like the perfect person to talk about this. Usopp, well, he has a high percentage he might tell the whole school about it; he does have that power. Koune was out of the question and Sanji too.

"I-I'm sorry Nami! Z-Zoro and I promised not to tell anybody!" he gasped and suddenly clung onto Nami, "Please don't tell anyone!"

"But-!"

"He told me not to tell anyone!"

"W-what about Chopper!? Doctor Chopper needs to know about this!"

"Your right! He is a docto-NO! Zoro and I promised! Please Nami! Don't tell anyone!"

Nami frowned and grabbed Luffy's arms, "I won't tell anyone…just like you want Zoro to trust you; I want you to trust me. My mouth is sealed."

Luffy couldn't hide his relief and kissed Nami in the cheek, "Thanks Nami!"

"Oh, you gave me a kiss. That's five belli." She replied, though her face was red like her hair.

To Be Continued

つづく

Dokkin: In Japanese it looks like this: どっきん. It supposed to sound like a heart beat. The difference between dokkin and tokun is that tokun is the original sound of a heart beat and dokkin more used when it's in a romantic scene.