:D
Title: An Awkward Predicament
Theme: Punishment
Claim: Nami+Sanji+Robin
Words: 1178
Rating: T
Warnings: I'm slightly worried that Nami is a bit too evil.
Sanji was afraid. He wasn't afraid of what Nami would do to him, he was afraid that she would never forgive him. After all, what he did was unforgivable.
"This was a new shirt!" Nami continued, her face flushed from anger. Sanji was too busy cowering to admire the fact that she was shirtless, wearing only her bra. "It was hella expensive, too! I can't believe you'd set it on fire!"
"It was the shitty gomu's fault! I'm sorry!" Sanji cried helplessly. Well, it was Luffy's fault. Luffy was the one who crashed into Sanji, after all, causing him to drop his lit match onto Nami's lap which caused her shirt to catch on fire and… yeah. After Sanji managed to douse the flames, Luffy had already slipped away.
Nami waved the tattered, burned, soaked remains of her shirt in Sanji's face. She shouted something else and stomped away.
"She'll get over it, Cook-san." Robin said comfortingly from her spot beside the mast. "Doesn't she always?"
Still, Sanji couldn't help but be afraid.
Two hours passed by without sight or sound from the furious navigator. Sanji's fear only escalated and he occupied himself with sharpening his kitchen knives.
"Sanji-kun."
Sanji yelped and nearly cut his finger. Nami was standing in the doorway. Her face was unreadable, but she didn't seem angry.
"Y-yes, Nami-san?" Sanji asked hesitantly.
"Come with me." Nami motioned with a finger and walked away. Hesitantly, the cook set down his knife and followed her. Nami led Sanji back to the boy's cabin, which was empty. He stood there for a second, puzzled, before the sound of the door lock clicking reached his ears. Sanji stiffened when he felt Nami lay a hand on the back of his shoulder. Was this how it was going to end, be brutally beaten to near death by the beautiful angel of furious fists?
No. Sanji's mind raced incoherently as Nami led him to his bed. He let out a sound between a whine and a whimper as he was pushed down onto the mattress. Nami stood above him, her face still unreadable.
"No looking." And just like that, Nami tied a blindfold around Sanji's eyes.
If this is punishment, Sanji thought as Nami tore away his shirt and slacks and bound his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, it's a shitty good one.
He couldn't see, but he knew that only his boxers and socks were left, and the ropes were securely tied. Sanji's breathing increased, but Nami made no movement.
Then he heard her footsteps walking away back to the door.
"Nami-san!" Sanji cried out, blind to his surroundings. "Where are you going?"
"Well, I'm going to go work on a map, and then maybe I'll tend to my tangerine trees." Nami said casually.
"You're just going to leave me tied up like this? Nami-saaan!"
"Oh, don't worry." Nami said. "I'll leave the door open, so whoever finds you can untie you themselves."
"Nooooo! Nami-swaaaan! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Nooooo!"
And Nami was gone.
Sanji struggled against the ropes, but they were barely yielded. He didn't dare yell for help. Several minutes trickled by, the ropes scratching his ankles and wrists. He began to shiver and sweat, but there was no way he was going to be seen like this by anyone, especially-
"GAH! WHAT THE HELL, ERO-COOK?"
"MARIMO! GO AWAY!"
"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"GO AWAY! GO AWA- wait, I mean, UNTIE ME!"
"…"
"Oi." Sanji called out hesitantly. "Marimo?"
"No."
"What?"
"No, I think I'll just leave you like that." Zoro said. His voice was still over by the doorway, and Sanji could nearly imagine the cocky smirk on his ugly mug.
"Oi! I said untie me, shit-head!" Sanji yelled, straining against the bonds.
"You look pretty stupid right now, you know?"
"HEY!"
"I should get the other guys to come see this." Zoro snickered.
"Don't you dare, marimo!"
"Oi, Luffy! Chopper!" Zoro said loudly.
"Nooo! Shut up, marimo! Shut up shut up SHUT UP!"
"Heh. You're lucky I'm in a merciful mood, or else the entire crew would be here right now. But since this is my only chance…" the sound of Zoro's heavy footsteps drew nearer.
"Go away!" Sanji squirmed. Suddenly, something that felt like the tip of a marker began to scribble all over his face. "AH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"You look better with a moustache."
"NO! STOP THAT!"
"How do you feel about a floral pattern on your face, curly-brow?"
"GAAAH!"
-X-
After a few minutes of drawing all over Sanji with a marker, Zoro finally got bored and left. Just as Sanji expected, he had left the door open.
"Aargggh!" Sanji began to thrash, but the ropes held. He flopped back down, panting.
"…Cook-san?"
"Robin-chan? NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Sanji cried out, feeling very naked and vulnerable and utterly mortified. Nonetheless, Robin's footsteps approached. The bed shifted a little as Robin sat down beside Sanji.
"This was Navigator-san's doing, am I correct?"
"… I deserve it." Sanji mumbled. "I ruined her expensive, brand new shirt."
Robin didn't answer for a few seconds. She was no doubt examining the marker graffiti on his body. "Why do you have 'pervert' written all over your chest?"
"Don't look at me, please, Robin-chan!" Sanji strained harder against the thick ropes.
"Cook-san, I'm not laughing." Robin calmly said. She removed the blindfold and Sanji blinked, staring down at his vandalized body. He groaned and turned his head away.
"I hope that's not permanent ink." Robin said in all seriousness, tracing a swirly pattern similar to his eyebrow on his arm with a finger.
Sanji managed to crack a grin. "I wouldn't mind if you washed it off for me, since I'm trapped here…"
"I think you can manage that by yourself." Robin laughed. She waved a hand and several arms began to work at the ropes, slowly undoing them. After the ropes fell away, Sanji sat up and rubbed his chaffed wrists.
"Thank you, Robin-chan…" Sanji murmured, refusing to look at her. He suddenly felt very awkward. What was he supposed to say? He had been caught tied up nearly-naked to a bed like… like a…
"I won't tell anyone." Robin smiled. She stood up. "Perhaps I'll have a little talk with Nami-chan."
Sanji nodded, his face slightly red, and ran into the bathroom to wash all the graffiti off of him.
-X-
"That was a cruel thing to do, Navigator-san." Robin shook her head.
"No one else saw him though, right?" Nami shrugged, concentrating on a map. Robin closed her eyes and searched through the ship. She found Zoro in the observation deck waving his arms wildly and half-laughing, half-talking to Franky and Usopp, who were rolling on the floor with laughter. Zoro made a swirly movement with his wrists and held up a black marker.
"Well…" Robin said, opening her real eyes.
"Oh." Nami said. "I guess I should tell Sanji-kun that I forgive him, huh?"
"Yes, I think you should."
-X-
"IT'S NOT WASHING OFF! DAMN YOU, MARIMO!"
Arrgh I still have 13 to write. ~
Need I say more?