Mikan Ink
By: Moments of Insanity
Date : 30 December 2017
Revised Date : 18 March 2018. Added a story link :P. This series is gonna be my bookmark of Nami stories.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I wish I have the imagination.
Usual disclaimer- English is not my first language and my understanding of grammar will never be perfect. After entering the rat race, writing boring papers just kill your creative writing. If there are any mistakes or better phasing of ideas, please drop me a note. And finally thank you for the reviews and favourites etc. I know reviews are not in vogue right now so it is nice to know someone is reading these snippets.
Warning: I tried to keep this series mainly on Nami, but there is a lack of Zoro x Nami stories recently. So I need to satisfy my own selfish need. (*3*) Zona blinkers on.
Keepsake
Wano is a country which Zoro felt a deep connection with. The culture of swordsmanship appealed to him greatly. The architecture and food reminded him of his youth, the halcyon days of practicing and competing in the dojo that had taken him in and gave him a dream. It moulded him into the man today. Everything was nostalgic for him, except for the snobbery that Wano seem to have in spades.
He tuned out the pompous speech the noble was spouting, lazily surveyed the goods presented on the simple cloth laid on a basic table. He had wandered aimlessly around the city, happily sampling the sake, inspecting the quality of swords. His notoriety gifted him a small crowd of admirers, and unfortunately also a group of headstrong young men trying to prove their worth. His eyes caught sight a glint of green and a whimsical thought flashed through. He picked up and inspected the item carefully, weighing it in his hand before gently placing it on the cloth. He could see the shopkeeper hidden in the shadow, worried by the group of hot-headed youth.
Quietly, he addressed the noble behind him, "Would you like to make a wager then." The young noble stopped in mid-sentence, a bit shocked to get a reaction. Zoro turned to face his challenger with a dangerous smirk, his right thumb played with the hilt of his sword.
By the time he returned to Sunny, the sun was about to set. A new horde of admirers had helpfully showed him the way (it was tiring to follow the lost swordsman wandering around the capital of Wano). He climbed onto the deck and was surprised to see Momo on the deck with an argument with the perverted cook. It was rare that the two argue as mostly Momo would antagonize Luffy. The cook should know better than to pick a fight with the brat.
"Only the best man can match O-Nami!" Momo shouted, his face red with agitation, while curly brow stood opposite of the boy. His teeth chomped on his cigarette while his hands in his pockets to stop them from strangling the young boy.
Nami was looking at the arguing pair with a bemused smile while sitting on the bench demurely. She was dressed in a kimono of red and pink with delicate Sakura motif and a rich purple obi. It must be a gift from Momo. Her hair was down with Robin carefully combing through her tresses. Robin had already dressed up for the Hanabi festival.
"Of course. A wonderful lady like Nami-swan must have the best man to look after her," Sanji snapped back. He could not believe he was having a shouting match with the young heir. The argument erupted over the quality of the suitor that would be most suited for Nami swan.
"He also needs to be honourable and brave," Momo shouted back, "a warrior of Wano who follows the way of Bushido."
Zoro brushed passed the arguing pair and moved closer to Robin, making her to glance up from her work. She gave a gentle smile before stepping away from Nami, allowing Zoro to take her place.
"Zoro," Nami asked unsurely and cautiously. Curiously why the swordsman was combing her hair with his fingers. She had to admit that it felt nice and soothing though, as he carefully handled her tresses. Zoro simply hummed in concentration.
"Stay still," Zoro muttered. With the orange tresses coiled into a bun on her head, he took out the item he bought with his winnings from his sash. With a deft twist of his wrist, he pinned the coiled hair with the hair pin. He stepped back with a grin in a pleased manner, moving away to snag a sake from the piles of gifts the young lord had prepared for Nami.
"Oh Zoro! That is really pretty," Chopper said happily, attracting the attention of the young captain and halting the argument between the young lord and the chef.
"What's pretty?" Luffy asked, his voice muffled by the helmet of the shogun armour he wore. "Ooh, Mikan head." Luffy snickered at the side, before running around chanting Nami's new nickname with a ridiculously dance routine to follow it, the armour he wore clanged with each movement.
Nami frowned, wanting to smack her captain. Her fingers tentatively traced the edge of her hair, seeking the unfamiliar object in her hair. It was a type of cold hard material that felt heavy against her fingers. She really wanted to take out the hairpiece just to see what Zoro left, but felt torn with a hesitation. Chopper noticed her frown and scrambled to hold up a mirror for her. As she looked to the side, two jade leaves dangling from her hair reflecting the sunlight.
There's probably a better title than "Keepsake". But anyway, please please review? Any comments are cool. Just let me know what you think?
not really ZxN... but still sweet: /s/4550193/1/Points-of-View by cherrichik