A/N: Sorry for the late update! If you hadn't already known, I was moving the past couple of days, so it was kind of inevitable. But now I'm in my new house, and I'm already unpacked, and I'm ready to get back into writing and updating! XD But I probably won't start until tomorrow. I'm exhausted, so I'm going out tonight for a much needed break with some friends.

I have part of the next chapter for "Down Under" written. I'll probably write a bit more tonight and finish it up tomorrow. Then Tuesday I'll start the second multi-chapter story! Ba-bam! Oh, the excitement. :)

Well, hope you enjoy, as always. I have a few partially written one-shots, but the titles don't really match the content. I'll figure something out with those and post those soon... And I think that's it as far as updates sake :P

This chapter is short, but I just wanted to post something... :P And quite frankly, something is better than nothing XD

And now I think I'll go spend an hour or so responding to the reviews that I haven't had the chance to respond to due to my absence :)

Enjoy~

Of His Straw-hat

He held it tenderly in his hands. He frowned at the rips and tears that it had accumulated, from battles and games. It was old. It was worn down. But it represented his dream. He loved it; so I loved it.

"Nami?"

"Here," I held out my hands and he placed his hat there without hesitation.

I took it to my room, placing it on the table and looking for my sewing kit. He followed me, sitting at the table and watching as I went around my room searching. I found it, and returned, taking out a needle and thread.

"What happened this time?" I asked, gesturing to the large hole on its surface while I licked the thread and began to poke it through the needle's eye.

"Usopp."

"Again?" I missed the eye and frowned. This was my least favourite part of sewing.

"Mm. But it's okay. It's fixable. Right?"

"Mm," I said, sliding the needle down the thread and picking up the hat. "This hat has seen worse."

"Exactly," Luffy said, letting out a breath of relief. I think that was his worst fear whenever his hat got damaged. Was it fixable? Would it be wearable? But even if it were torn to shreds, I would do my best to repair it. I wouldn't let him feel let down.

Luffy started humming across from me, swinging his legs back and forth and looking around my room. He got up, wandering, looking at the books on my shelf, at the photo of Bellemere, Nojiko and me. Then he returned to the table, this time sitting on the arm of my chair. He leaned into me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I paused, but it was fine. I could still sew this way. I smiled. I couldn't help but smile. I liked it when he was able to rely on me. He trusted me with his most precious of belongings, and that made me unbelievably happy.

"I love you," He murmured, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Are you just saying that because I'm sewing your hat?" I teased lightly.

"Nah," He said, turning his face into my neck. Then he chuckled. "Well, maybe. Shishishi."

I laughed, pausing for a moment in my action and looking at him on my shoulder. His eyes were on my hands. I continued to sew. He continued to watch. And then I was finished. I pulled the string tight and bit down on the thread. I put the needle away and admired my work, holding it out in front of the both of us.

"There," I said, lifting it to his head, but he took my wrist, sliding his fingers to the hat and took it from me.

He looked at it for a minute before placing the hat on my lap and a kiss on my cheek. "I really do love you."

I smiled, then turned and put my hand on his neck, kissing him lightly. I let the kiss linger, his lips soft against mine. Our noses brushed gently against each other.

I pulled only an inch away, looking into his eyes, which slowly opened, and murmuring, "You're welcome."