11. Making Him Jealous

Nami wasn't all too happy to go to visit that club where Brook was playing that night. She just didn't want to meet Sanji, still not knowing how she would be able to survive it.

Since the day he made his decision, she was often sitting on her bed. Alone, with her phone in her hand, looking at the photographs they made on their day together, visiting all those churches and other buildings.

It was one photo, which caught her attention, most of the time. The one they made, together in front of the last church, before they met Vivi and her fiance Corza. She was, in her oppinion looking horrible on that photo, which Sanji had made, while she was laughing. But on the other hand she couldn't look more happy. With him..., holding her, while she had an arm around his shoulders. They looked so happy together. So close... Just like they were in a real relationship.

Every time she saw this photo, remembering that wonderful day and him, it made her cry again, finally realizing that Robin was right. That she had fallen in love with Sanji. Something she never had intended. Something she was afraid of – to love somebody who was a friend for her. And still is, now realizing the pain she gained by these feelings. The sadness and loneliness, now that he was gone and is happy with another woman.

He was now out of her reach, dating another woman. Nami was already threatening that day, when she was about to meet that Viola. But on the other hand was that the woman, which made him...happy. And this happiness was something, that she was unable to give to him.

So, on that day Brook had called, to invite her, it had been Nami who asked if Sanji was bringing his new girlfriend, which had surprised the musician. But he promised her to ask the cook, to bring her, too. That wasn't at all, what Nami had intented with her question, but at least she could finally meet her. Meet the one, who had stolen her love...

"I really don't want to go" Nami whispered as she met with Robin in the parking lot. She went by taxi, since she intended to drink some alcohol this evening and didn't want to be bothered about her car.

Robin's boyfriend Franky had already gone inside, after the woman with black hair told him, that they still needed a few moments of fresh air. And Vivi and her fiance stayed this time at home, since there were still too many preparations for them to do for the wedding.

So they could speak.

"You know that it isn't still too late to tell him, right?" Robin asked, smiling slightly and comforting at Nami, patting her shoulder.

"It is too late. You know that" Nami sighed, hugging herself, while trying to suppress that creeping feeling of crying, again.

"I know that love will always find its way. And I am very sure that Sanji has also his fair share of feelings for you. Therefor is talking the only logical thing to do!"

The young woman with orange hair just shook her head, turning to go.

"The only thing for me to do, is to pretend that I am fine. That I am glad, he found this Viola and that he wants me to be just his friend. There is really no need for me to talk about it. I will get over it anyway."

Now it was Robin's turn to sigh deeply, but also following her to the entrance.

"If that's it, what you want... Just don't do anything, that you wouldn't do. Like, getting him jealous and stuff like that. You know that these things normally don't work. And you know that"

"Yeah, yeah. I know that. But I can have some fun, right?" It was nothing she had in mind. Just drinking some cocktails, trying to hopefully forget her feelings for Sanji.

Without waiting for Robin's response, Nami entered the club and was welcomed by an uncomfortable heat, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat. The club was not very well lit, while the light had a bluish hue to it. It was still early, therefore only a few people were seen dancing, letting their bodies move to the rhythms of the music, played by the boxes. On the small stage she could see Brook and his band, building everything up for their performance. When the tall, skeleton-like musician saw her, he waved his hands, grinning widely.

"There they are..." Nami could faintly her Robin's voice behind her over the loud music, but as she scanned the room with her eyes, she could finally see their friends, waiting for them at a table near the bar.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw, that Sanji had nobody with him, so he must have come alone. She didn't know, what to think of it, but tried to stay calm. But she failed, especially when their friends noticed them, waving for them to come over and hers and Sanji's eyes met for a brief moment.

But she stayed at the exact same place, not moving towards their friends, suddenly recalling all the feelings he had brought to her when he visited her. Tears were already swelling up in her eyes and she wanted to turn around, just leave.

"Everything is alright. Relax..." was Robin's whisper, pushing carefully against the shoulder of her friend to get her to move.

The orange-haired woman wanted to scream, tell her friend, that it was impossible under these conditions. But she couldn't. So she let herself silently guide towards the table, forcing a big smile on her lips. Pretending that everything was right.

"You are all already here!" She exclaimed, sounding excited, faking her cheerful mood. She looked around, facing them all while greeting, even noticing an unfamiliar face between her friend Chopper and Sanji. Trying to avoid facing that man who brought up so many feeling at once inside of her, she looked interested at this man with black hair and dark circles under his eyes. He seemed quiet tall and slim. Also the tattoos on his hands fingers, spelling 'death' combined with a black crosses on the back of his hands. It made him somehow interesting and Nami was drawn to him automatically with the big, somehow dangerous smile on his face.

"And who are you?", she asked still standing while Robin already sat down next to Franky.

When that man noticed, that she adressed him, he stood up for her, offering one of his tattooed hands.

"Call me Law", he said calmly, shaking her hand. "And I am Nami..."

"Trafalgar Law is one of my co-workers. He is surgeon at the same hospital. I invited him to come with us, since he was interested after I told him, were we would be going tonight."

"It's just my kind of music. You guys can call me Law anyway. But some call me Surgeon of Death" Law said, grinning widely, while his name impressed the guys among them.

"A killer!" Usopp screamed, panicked already. "Call the police!"

"And how many have you killed already?" Franky asked, leaning forward to hear more.

Law merely laughed.

"Don't worry. Nobody dies at my hands. Ever. They just call me that name, whenever I enter operating room. Probably because I look as if death myself"

"And you scare us...sometimes" Chopper admitted, being shy.

Again he laughed, before he turned away from her, gripping a chair from a nearby, empty table and putting it next to him. And next to Sanji.

"Sit down" Law offered, pointing at the chair.

She held her breath, knowing that she would be far to close to Sanji for her taste. But what should she do? There wasn't any other opption for her to sit on the same table like all of her other friends, since all the sitting possibilities were already taken. And she couldn't just come up with an excuse.

Already feeling suspicious, she just smiled warmly at Law, sitting down.

She felt strange between those two. The blond chef was not paying attention to her, looking through the menu with his eyes directly clued to the paper. It seemed that he didn't even noticed that she had to sit down next to him. Probably he was thinking about Viola. On the other hand there was Law, getting even closer to her, by laying an arm around her back of her chair, even brushing her shoulder by doing so. It somehow felt good on one hand, knowing that Law was trying to get her attention. But on the other hand it felt strange, since it was hard to focus on this surgeon of death, while having Sanji so close to her.

Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, if a man showed his affection towards her, flirting, with different motives in mind. She would let them buy a drink or two for her, before she would get annoyed by them, leaving them, while she went home alone. But at those times she had nobody she was interested in. Nobody she loved. But now it was different.

"Is there something you want to drink. Or to eat? I would love to invite you" Law said, whispering into her ear. She already felt his warm breath on her skin, making her spine tingle.

Nami bit her lip. Nobody seemed to notice it, since all her friends were busy talking with each other. Only Robin was eyeing her, with a somewhat thoughtful, nearly infuriated look in her eyes. Surely she couldn't have heard any word Law had whispered to her, since his voice was too quiet and the music was far too loud. But with her, sitting directly across from Nami, she could see the situation the young woman was in. And by the look on her face Nami could tell, that her friend didn't like, what was going on.

Nearly unnoticeable the woman with black hair shook her head, her eyes directed at the blonde man next to her. Then they went back on her. Nami knew that Robin was scolding her silently, making her point clear of talking with Sanji, again.

Somewhere, deep inside of her, Nami knew that her friend was right. But she didn't want to. Didn't want to complicate their friendship anymore.

And Nami knew, that it was very dumb – most likely the dumbest thing imaginable – to make Sanji jealous. But on the other hand, that is, what she wanted him to be – jealous. About another man. About Law. That little, devilish part of her wanted to see him, coming back to her, crawling on all fours, begging to return to her. Something inside of her wanted him to show, that she can go on – without him.

Jealousy...Hopefully it made her feel better.

"So..." Law suddenly started again, since Nami had stayed silent for a few moments. "...is there something you want?"

"She can get drinks on her own..." Nami suddenly could hear Sanji mumble next to her. He was still not looking up and she knew that his words weren't for anybody to hear. That's why she didn't respond to it, either.

Nami turned even more towards Law, smiling in a flirting manner at him.

"I am not sure, if a surgeon should drink something. Don't you have an operation, or other, complicated medical stuff to do, tomorrow?"

"Oh I? I don't drink. Never have and never will. So don't worry about that. Plus I have been driving to this place and don't want to drive with taxi home."

"You drive on your own? Then you could drive me to my flat, too?"

Nami could hear Sanji exhale sharply and surprised by that, she turned around for a moment, only to see him rubbing his side, glancing angrily at Zoro, who was sitting on his other side. The two of them probably had a short fight which she didn't notice, since she was talking with Law.

Trying not to be bothered or worried about him, she turned back at Law, smiling again.

"Sure. I could do that. If you finally tell me, what to drink!"

His flirty grin widened, waiting for Nami's answer.

"I am not quiet sure...Just something that you recommend me, would be nice."

"Sure, I will bring you something."

With these words Law got up, slowly walking towards the bar. She watched him for some time, thinking to herself, that this man might be quiet a nice and cool man to get along with.

"What a strange guy..." Sanji suddenly commented again, getting her attention.

She looked at him, trying to avoid his eyes. A small smile was all she could fake, while her heart was beating furiously in her chest.

"I think he is kinda nice. And he is very handsome and a surgeon. He has for sure some interesting stories to tell." She said, trying to shrug his words of.

"Where is your girl anyway? Viola, was it?" She didn't need to ask for her name. It would always be burned inside of her mind. Yet she wanted to know, where this woman was, trying to pretend that she was really interested in meeting her.

"Y-yeah. Viola. She is out with a few friends of hers. Asked...asked me to come with her, but I didn't want to miss Brooks performance. That's why we are today in different locations."

Nami looked at him, her eyebrow's rising. Deep down she had the feeling that he was hiding something. That he was lying. But...Sanji would never lie to her... or would he?

Nami's eyes fell on her hands, unable to stay focused on his face. It was harder every second for her, to be this close to him.

'Just friends...', she recalled his words in her mind. That's what he wanted from her.

"O-oh. That's sad. I mean – good for you to have her. But...you know...it is sad, that she couldn't be here with you. I really wanted to meet her. But I will, someday?"

"S-sure. Maybe I can bring her the next time..."

Nami parted her lips, wanting to ask him more questions about that other woman, when suddenly somebody put a cocktail down in front of her. She looked up, to see Law, having a glass of soda in his hand, too.

"I hope that you enjoy it"

She couldn't response, although she wouldn't tell the truth, anyway. It was a Martini. Which she didn't like. It's not like she was against pure alcohol, but she preferred all those different, sweetly and more fruity drinks out there. But since she didn't give Law a hint on what to bring her, he wouldn't have known.

But it was Sanji, who answered for her:

"That's not a cocktail that Nami likes..."

Both their eyes, Law's and Nami's looked astonished at the young chef, wondering why he made this remark.

"Oh..." Law said after some time, still thinking about the words of the other man, "I didn't know that. Then I will just-"

He was getting up again, but before he walked back to the bar, Nami stopped him by holding onto his tattooed wrist, gently pulling him back next to her, on his chair.

"It's fine. It is a okay cocktail. Don't worry."

Yes...she didn't like it, but she didn't want to Law to have a different opinion of her.

Before he had another chance to stand up, she took the glass, drinking half of it while still holding him down.

Trying not to grimace because of the drink, she smiled.

"Thank you for the drink"

Feeling already dizzy because of the alcohol, she leaned closer to the man with black hair.

"And now you need to drive me home. I drank something and won't be able to drive...or to go by taxi, right?"

She knew, that her flirty behavior was working, since Law leaned also closer, also laying a hand on her shoulder now. And she knew, that Sanji was very aware of it. Wishing, he would say something – do something against it.

But he didn't.

Even before Brook turned to the microphone, greeting everybody who was in the room, he got up from his chair, walking to the bar alone.

But she couldn't ask him, to get back, since Law now had all of her attention. And suddenly she wasn't sure anymore, if making Sanji jealous was the best decision she had made.

A/N: Don't do it, making somebody jealous. It won't help and isn't good for anyone.
Also I wanted to bring up Nami's more evil side a bit, since I think that I depicted her in this fanfiction a bit too nice and friendly. Plus: I like Law and wanted him to be in this fic. I very much hope you enjoyed it and I hope I will be able to upload more soon! :D And also again thanks for everybody reviewing and faving this!