Hey guys! The last chapter was, amazingly, done in one day. Which, I doubt, this chapter will be. I guess you'll find out at the end eh? I realized that in the last chapter I made some mistakes... Maybe it was on the account that I don't care or that I was sick and didn't notice. I'll never find out. I wanted to thank you for 3,000 hits, but I forgot... I'm almost at 4,000 so I'll thank you then. And who cares if the hits don't actually mean someone read it? People acknowledged my story and that's good enough for me! XD I hope I didn't blab too much... I hope you enjoy this chapter of Windows to the Soul!!!

But I must first thank the reviewers!

(( Bear ))- Wow! You like my story THAT much?! Thank you so much.

(( Mirathin ))- Thank you for the review! I hope I can get you a new star someday!

(( Sanji-luver ))- I liked that part also! It's so like Sanji. And I hope you can refrain from going through with Nami's plan. I know someone who did this and they almost got caught! I guess that's what happens when you're too poor to buy shoes...

From now on, the first part of every chapter will be in Sanji's POV. Just so you know. XD

Let's Learn Japanese!

Nusubito - thief

Ne - is it so?/ right?

ON WITH THE STORY!!!

(( RECAP- "Don't worry," she walked away, "If know one thing, it's how to make my plans work."))

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-Sanji-

He watched as Nami walked toward a cash register. He turned toward the carriage and arranged the objects within. What had Nami been thinking? What was she planning? He looked to the cash register she heading toward. The cashier was talking to some girl, and she was liking it. Apparently he was flirting with her. He could tell by the little laugh she made when he told her something. A small giggle covered by sly fingertips. He saw that so many times.

-Nami-

She walked over to the clerk, swinging her hips slightly. I have to feel it, she thought, I have to feel flirty. She looked on as the girl he was talking to noticed her and glared. Nami glared back. As she walked up to the clerk she narrowed her eyes softly and spoke smoothly. "Excuse me, but do you know where I can find the bathrooms?" Let's hope this works. He looked up from the girl and laid his eyes on her.

As soon as his eyes landed they widened. He turned toward the girl and excused himself. "I'll see you later, doll. I got to go to work." with that he placed a kiss on her cheek, placed on his uniform cap and left her. She walked away and Nami watched as she glared one last time before going out the door. The man turned to her. "Now, what was it you needed?" he asked, trying to be smooth to no avail.

Nami winced inwardly after he spoke. His breath smelled like alcohol. Surely you're not allowed to drink while working? Nami wondered silently. She smiled seductively but smirked evilly on the inside. This may be easier that I thought. "Yeah, I need to find the bathrooms. But I have no idea where to find them." she stated in a helpless voice. "Can you show me where they are?" she stroked his arm. "It would sure help me a lot."

The man looked up, excited. "Sure I can help you find them, do I get a reward later?" he asked, obviously a hopeless flirt.

Oh man, this is too easy. She nodded. "Of course, what kind of person doesn't give," she stroked his cheek, "a man like you, a reward for finding something she can't find?" I got him now.

The man swallowed lightly. "I will help you find them, just count on me." he bowed slightly and walked off next to Nami. She looked over her shoulder at Sanji. He was watching her walk toward the bathrooms with the cashier. Please, Sanji, follow through with the plan. She turned around again, wrapped an arm around his waist and tucked a lock of bright orange hair behind her left ear.

"So," she whispered, "what kind of reward do you want?" she could feel him tense with excitement. "Wait, I think I have the perfect reward for you." she tapped his nose. The man led her to the bathrooms and stood outside. He was about to sit outside on a bench until Nami grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him into the bathroom. She shoved him up to a wall and pressed a hard kiss on his lips.

He was... very surprised at first but eventually he started melting into the kiss. She took his hat off and threw it across the room. He deepened the kiss and she started undoing his uniform apron-type outfit, the knot came undone so she took it off and threw it to her feet. She kept kissing him and he raised his hands to undo her clothing but Nami stopped him and looked him in the face. "I hope you have a nice sleep," with that, she pressed her thumb against a pressure point on his neck and he went limp and fell to the bathroom floor. "Jerk-off..."

She took his apron and tied it around her waist and neck, then she walked across the room and picked up his hat. It was covered in dust so she swept it off and placed it firmly on her head. Nonchalantly, with her hands in her pockets and hooded eyes, she walked out of the bathroom and toward the cash register she was just at. She looked to where Sanji was waiting and saw him coming down to where he was supposed to meet her. There was a chair in the area where the cashier stood when they check out your groceries, so she sat at it and put her feet up on the conveyor belt.

Sanji came down to the register and looked down at Nami. He stood there for a second until he turned back to the carriage and pulled out objects to place on the belt. "So how are you on this fine day..." he looked at the name tag, "Frank?" Nami just sneered at him. She pulled her feet down and stood up, searching around for the conveyor button. She found it and pushed it, then the objects started moving down the belt.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. But I would prefer if you called me Nami. It's a nickname." she watched as the materials moved down the belt. The scanner pad was off and the moved the items across it, pretending to scan them. "So how do you think it worked out? I think I did pretty well, if I do say so myself." she said, continuing with the items.

"I think you did good too." he paused, "Say, how did you get the guy to give you his uniform? Where is he anyway?"

Nami's eyes widened. "Uh... he's chilling. In the, um... lounge? Place." she looked down to avoid his gaze.

Sanji laughed and threw her a knowing glance. "I think I know what you did. You little thief."

Nami laughed, "Haha! Just call me Nami Nusubito! I specialize in those kinds of things." they stayed silent while Nami finished the scanning. She bagged the items and placed them back into the carriage.

Sanji was deep in thought. Nami noticed this. "Ano, Nami-san, what if that guy comes back and tells the manager? Could we get into trouble?"

Nami was silent. Sanji almost thought that she didn't hear him until she spoke, "Don't worry, Sanji, he won't remember a thing." I made sure of that. Nami took off her uniform and hat and placed them on the chair in the little area. And together, Nami and Sanji walked out of the store. Sanji unpacked everything into the car and they drove home.

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Nami leaned her forehead on the glass of her window and stared out as the trees passed by. Her eyes closed and she thought about what happened in the store.

The rain had stopped by the time they got outside and the drops still clung to the glass. She watched as a stray drop fell down the window and stuck to the rubber holding the glass in place.

Today's events: Interesting. Found a homeless guy and went shopping with him... when I put it like that, it sounds so stupid.. She turned away from the window and put her bare feet on the dash board, she took this chance and stared at her leg, thinking about how it was healing. She couldn't stop herself from thinking that Sanji was the person that threw the bottles at her, and she feared asking him, he might take it the wrong way. Then he might decide to stay in the alley. And if he does that, he may die. Then I'll know it's my fault that he died... again. Her arm seemed to be healing slow, and even more so since she opened it again in the store. But ever since she cleaned it at home, her leg hasn't been giving her too much trouble. Except, when she fell on the stairs.

Sanji had also been quiet so far. She hasn't heard him say a word since they were walking toward the store exit. Maybe he's just tired. I know I sure am. she opened her eyes and willed herself not to fall asleep. I have to stay awake. After all, I know nothing about this guy. she turned her gaze once again to Sanji. His eyes were focused on the road, and he didn't seem to notice she was staring.

She narrowed her eyes, what was she going to do when Bellemère got home? How in the world could she explain that she found some guy in the streets and decided to keep him? 'Oh, hey, Bellemère, I found this poor guy on the streets. Can I keep him?' she rolled her eyes, Sure, that would go over well... She turned back to face the windshield. They were almost home, but they still had another three minutes until they got there. She didn't notice that the store was that far. Probably on the account that she wasn't the one driving...

She grinned to herself. She was so proud of herself today. Taking in a homeless man, and in doing so, possibly saving his life. Then she goes to the store and gets out of paying. She thought about that for a minute. Maybe it wasn't something to be very proud of, but when you're not exactly rich, it feels better not to be in debt to the point of suicide.

But then she got thinking. Poor... Sanji seems poor too. Well, if he was rich, he sure as hell wouldn't be living in an alley! she switched her eyes toward him. Still as concentrated as ever. Minding the road. She might as well ask him what he wants to do. And what he plans to do later. At first she hesitated. "S-so, Sanji. What... what are you planning to do when we get home?"

Sanji's eyes widened but then narrowed slightly. He didn't turn. "Well, Nami-san. I intend to make lunch or something. Besides, that was the point we went shopping wasn't it?" he smiled.

"It was also meant to get some clothes for both of us too." she positioned her eyes back in front. "Do you like your new clothes? I got some for myself you know." I wish I got some new shoes as well. But that would have been pushing it, I think."

He nodded. "Me too. I was so worried that we would have gotten caught when we got my shoes. But if you had tried too, I probably would have freaked out." he turned onto their street. "I should learn to not underestimate you. You're pretty good at things like that. I get a feeling that you've done this kind of thing before."

She looked out the window, thinking. "Thanks," Sanji pulled into their driveway. Nami waited as the car turned off. After the rain had stopped, the air had gotten humid. The windows on the house were fogged and the light inside was blurred and disfigured. She looked sideways toward her arm... she had to tell someone. "Sanji, have you ever been... cut?"

He looked surprised. His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean, Nami-san?" his surprised expression turned into one of concern. "Did someone hurt you?"

Nami kept her eyes averted. I think you did. "Not exactly. I fell onto a nail sticking out of a garbage can," she lifted up her sleeve showing a blood stained cloth down half the length of her arm, "and it kind of hurt." at this his eyes bugged out.

"When did that happen?!" he moved to touch her arm but she pulled out of his reach.

"Yesterday," she covered her arm back up, "I cleaned it then, but today in the store it opened back up. It's not healing very good." she leaned over, unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door. "If we're going to make lunch, then I suggest we go inside to make it, ne?" with that she climbed out of the car and stepped out into the chilly autumn air. Stretching her legs she slammed the door shut. Sanji followed suit, and they both went inside. They took off their jackets and Nami placed them on the rack next to the door.

"You know, you never answered my question," she said, walking over to the stairs. "Have you been cut before or haven't you?" she stared at her feet. "It would sure help if you knew what to do."

Sanji watched her sit down. "Actually," he began, walking toward the steps and leaning on the railing, "I have been cut." Nami looked up at him.

"Please tell," she scooted over, making a spot for him to sit.

"Thanks," he said, taking a seat next to Nami, "I will tell you. Well, it all started at the restaurant I worked at." he shifted his gaze to the window adorning the wall next to the door. "There was this guy working there who, all of a sudden, flipped out. He cut me on the back... He also killed a one of my friends..."

Nami's eyes were wide with shock, "Someone cut you while you were working?" she looked down apprehensively. "Do you have a scar?"

Sanji looked over to her, hesitating for only a second, "Of... course I do. He got me with a knife. No one I know would get away from that without a scar or two." he closed his visible eye and smiled warmly.

An uncomfortable silence washed over them, "Can I see it?" Nami asked. Sanji gaped at her, surprised.

"Y-you actually want to see it?" he asked. "I mean, most girls I know wouldn't ask to look at a scar." he looked to his feet. "They would usually get grossed out." he chuckled to himself.

Nami gasped in offense. "You don't know me. I'm not like most girls. I can handle blood, and doing stuff like I did today, like stealing." she moved her eyes to the wall next to her. "I actually find scars to be interesting." she stated. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" she stared back over to him.

Sanji looked over to her and started lifting up his shirt. "Not really." he positioned himself by facing the railing so Nami could see.

The scar was dangerously close to his spine...

Nami's eyes widened in awe as she took in the scar. It's so fascinating. I want to touch it. She moved her hand to do so. Her fingertips touched the scar, but she stopped herslf before she could do anymore. Stop it, Nami. He probably doesn't want you touching him.

Little did she know, Sanji was smiling like an idiot on the other side of himself. A heart overtaking his right eye. "Wow... that scar is so interesting. It's in a perfect straight line. Many of the scars I've seen are all twisted and deformed." she turned her gaze to her arm. "I hope mine scars like that, though it may be shorter."

Sanji covered his bare back again. "I hope it doesn't scar at all. A beauty such as you doesn't deserve a scar." Nami looked away, deep in thought. Should I show him again? she started picking at a spot on the wall with her fingernail. But what if he tries touching it again? She glanced at him, he was staring at his shoes on the mat next to the door. Oh well.

Nami stared at the shoes on the mat too. Another silence seized them. Until, that is, Sanji broke it.

"Ano na, Nami-san, would you mind if I took a look at your arm?" Nami looked him in the face. He must have been thinking what I was thinking. she thought with an invisible smile.

Nami was silent. But she reluctantly lifted her sleeve. Showing the blood stained shirt she stole from the store. It covered her arm from the shoulder to her mid-forearm and was completely soaked in blood.

She saw Sanji cringe slightly at the sight of it, seeing his nose scrunch a tiny bit. Feeling self-conscious, Nami covered her arm back up and got off the steps. "If you'll excuse me, Sanji, I'm going to clean and re-bandage my wounds." she left with those words.

Sanji watched her take leave down the hall. She was apparently going into the bathroom. "Hmm... I guess I should start on dinner." she said to himself, looking at the wall clock. "3:30 huh? Guess I can take my time then." with that he walked into the kitchen.

He took a seat at the kitchen table and thought. "I forgot to take in the groceries."

... He went out and got the groceries...

"Phew.. We got enough stuff?" he asked no one in particular. He started pulling stuff out but stopped himself when he realized that his wasn't his home and he had no idea where to put things. He sat back down and thought about what just happened on the stairs. His one visible eye turned into a big heart. " Nami-san touched my scar. I take that as a sign that she likes me..." he closed his eyes and relaxed into the chair. "What should I make for dinner? I should probably ask Nami-san... I should wait for her opinion. Yes, that is what I shall do." deciding, he sat there and waited for Nami. "After dinner tonight, I have to make a decision. It all depends on what Nami-san wants as well..." with that, he waited while watching the clock that hung on the wall...

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Yay! Another chapter by me, Kage. Thank you.

I recently got some incense at the mall. I hate going there but my brother insisted. Plus, I was out of incense :) Well, I got 40 sticks of one called Fantasia. OMG IT SMELLS GOOD!

This chapter took me long enough. I couldn't get it up sooner because our router or something wasn't working so I couldn't access the internet :( Oh well, I got it up didn't I? I hope you enjoyed this installment! XD