Revulsion

I'm so sorry for not updating! Events i didn't see coming really held me back from writing.

And now that classes are starting again...sigh...i don't think updates are going to be as consistent so thank you so much guys for your infinite patience with me!

I don't own One Piece, that belongs to Oda and the beginning idea came from Hanzatsu-Hime

Bashsister23: Thank you! I too am looking forward to how Nami and Zoro's relationship will turn out in the end because i'm just as curious as you are haha!

Mistress of Dragons: She is quite scarred alright. Not going to reveal to you how bad the damage is yet but her hatred runs quite deep. Thank you for reviewing!

Christina Grimmie's (God bless her beautiful voice) "Snow White" is your song and inspiration for this chapter!

Please enjoy!

"THERE THEY ARE!" It didn't take long before another barrage of Kshatriya marched toward them. Nami let out a sigh and adjusted her grip on her Clima Tact and the rest of the Strawhats braced themselves for battle. Luffy's war cry shattered the chaos and they all surged as one.

"LET'S GO!" he dragged his fist back and hurled them at the army, smashing everyone in his path as he launched himself in the air, using his arms as a slingshot, the captain reached up high towards the painted skies and wound them over one of the arches,

"I'LL LEAVE THEM TO YOU GUYS!" His companion's shouts were overlooked and the pirate reeled his body onto the bridge. The second his sandals touched down onto the stone surface, the Kshatriya standing guard opened fire without hesitation.

"Strawhat!" the captain spun around as his skin stretched all around him to see the vice commander of the Insurgence storm up behind him as a thunderous roar of challenge sounded and the villagers who'd clambered up to the stairs threw their fists in the air and bellowed, "we've overtaken and plundered the Institutions for weapons! Are you and your crew prepared?" Luffy jerked his thumb at the plume of smoke rising some distance away,

"We've already started," he grinned as the man let loose a harsh bark of laughter,

"Going by how the Bartender described you lot, I shouldn't be surprised," he checked the leather straps adorning his chest, "the Vaishya and Shudra are ready to storm the bridge," the loud blast of a trumpet reverberated and the rumble of hundreds of feet running in tandem shook the suspended arch. Vinson acknowledged the approaching civil war with a heavily raised brow and a heft of his axe, "brace yourself Strawhat, here they-"

"Gomu Gomu no Ricochet!" Twin fists and legs propelled the rubberman straight toward his target as his hands and soles collided with flesh and with a final shove, punched his way through the charging battalion. From there, with the clamor of angry citizens, he lashed out, catching every open face, breaking past their amour and even went so far as to coil himself like an anaconda around one of the Kshatriya and played the man's body like a fiddle. He caught Vinson's furious grin of triumph and the man raised his axe over his head, his only warning the killing glint in his striking sapphire eyes before Luffy rolled to the side in time for the lethal weapon to smash the Kshatriya's body into pieces.

"GOOD FIGHT!" he shouted and spun around to jab the end of the handle into another warrior's eye socket. The captain saluted and bounded ahead, straight into the tunnel; his goal, to find and drag the Insurgence's leader from whatever hellhole the witch imprisoned him in.

By the time Nami's mind informed her of just how far she'd strayed away from her nakama, it was too late. One of the many weighty bodies lunged at her and the navigator expertly twirled her Clima Tact, butting the tip directly into his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. She swept her arms upward and let loose a blinding bolt of lightning, striking the entire area around her. More bodies took the place of the ones who had fallen and as they surged around her, the stifling fear pierced her throat and her limbs glued her in place.

"Move!" her mind screamed at her as swords slashed at her. With a cry, she jerked herself from her paralyzed fear and raised her arms up in time to intercept the blow.

Her weapon raised its head against nothing.

Only the sound of the furious roar of a beast filled her ears as a rush of heat zapped through her, heightening her senses with the musky smell of dirt and sweat and raw power. The hairs along her arms prickled with a familiar warmth and the pent up breath of tension evaporated from her chest and she looked up to see the straining swordsman's bare back staring back at her.

She'd barely poked her head out of Merry's side when her eyes caught the swordsman busy wringing out the ends of his drenched shirt. He'd ended up using his fists rather than his swords when he dove after the cloud shark and sent the sea creature diving out of the way sporting a nice lump while the rest clamored around the stone alter.

The terrifying group of circling sharks, the fact that they were mounted and abandoned in the middle of an alter as sacrifice to some angry god, the idea that they were all sitting ducks in the middle of the Upper Yard of Skypiea, none of that mattered when she was greeted with a certain swordsman's wet and dripping back.

Now it wouldn't be a stretch to say that Nami had seen quite a few nicely toned backs of the male gender. Had she admired a few of them for afar? Sure, why not. However, this one particular swordsman's water streaked posterior was just…right.

The ginger's eyes followed the trails of water that slid down the rather impressive muscles packed into Zoro's spine. The man had built himself into a reasonably fine specimen and his turned position gave the navigator front row seats to ogle it. Toned, bronze skin glistened under the shafts of light streaming over the thick treetops as Zoro bent to forcefully twist the fabric, further exaggerating the firm lines and hard planes of a very fit upper torso. There were a few scars that ran skin deep smattered all over his body but they didn't discount the hum of power the man possessed even in his resting state. Anyone would think twice before engaging the swordsman in battle and the display of visceral strength and the way gleam in his dark orbs turned demonic proved it.

She should count her lucky stars the man was too focused on drying his shirt to take notice and nearly broke her neck whipping her head to stare at something else when he looked up. Berating herself, the navigator all but hurled the shirt at the idiot's head and worked to keep the hot flush on her cheeks from surfacing.

She was thankful that the Marimo race weren't the observant type of people.

That very back now coated with sweat and streaks of dirt drew her attention and held onto it. Thick sinews strained beneath her roving eyes, the little tendons along his shoulder blades twitched as Zoro rolled his neck up to block the sixth blade with the sword in his mouth. He'd acquired a new set of wounds and lesions over the last two years that were now layered over his old ones. Again, they proved to her and those who saw it the work and immense dedication the man bore and now displayed as Zoro caught every single downward blade in a movement that looked effortless.

Six razor-sharp blades found themselves trembling under the might of three as the hands that wielded them quivered in confusion. Zoro's bent legs heaved forward and the man shoved out with both of his arms, his own raw strength alone overpowering his opponents and the men flew back onto their bottoms.

As the Kshatriya's fingers lost their grip onto their weapons and clattered to the ground, the dreaded awareness of underestimating a foreigner's métier dawned upon them when he stomped toward the fallen men. That nasty glint and the homicidal way he approached them screamed bloody murder; he had every intention of murdering them in cold blood. They could almost visualize their deaths in his eye as Zoro strode closer. Two had clearly lost their minds and flew at him caterwauling only to be backhanded back to the ground, their throats twisted to the side.

"Have you dug your graves?" they shook and Nami scrabbled for her staff. Her mouth moved soundlessly as she frantically created as many bubbles of clouds as she could and raised her pole, the blue bulb tipped with light and with a shout, she swept the stunning light toward the remaining four men instantly blasting them till they lay charred to the ground.

Zoro spun around, his teeth bared and Nami raised her chin up and snapped,

"It was better than what you had in mind." He slammed his teeth together and Nami stiffened when the man marched in her direction. She willed her body not to flinch as the swordsman drew close enough for her to see the light sheen of perspiration coat the heavy column of his neck. It wasn't until she found that penetrating orb glare at her when the man let out a grunt and reached down to help her up. The tips of their fingers barely brushed each other's when a rush of Kshatriya nearly trampled her over. Nami screamed when a hard chest smashed into her and equally muscular arms close around her.

"I've got you." He rasped and his grip on her went taut. Air filled those powerful lungs and Zoro rolled them to safety, all the while keeping her from being roughly jostled.

She was ripped from him again as the battle grew even more fierce. His alarmed shout had Nami fighting even harder to reach him only to find herself pushed roughly toward the arches. Claustrophobia threatened and Nami risked one more glance at Zoro's enraged expression boring onto her before she turned around and fled for the safety of the stairs. A tornado of bodies whirling in the destruction a few feet away told her he'd unleashed one of his techniques. Her name was a frantic roar, the urge to remove herself from the overwhelming amount of bodies even stronger.

She couldn't wait, not even for him, she had to get away.

Her legs pounded up the stone support and Nami pushed herself till she reached the pinnacle of the arch. To her horror, dozens of soldiers greeted her and Nami skidded to a stop, her hands slick on her Clima Tact. The revolting sneer on their face when they caught her like a deer in headlights did twisted things to her belly and before she could react, a dizzying blur of russet and green spun into her vision as a beast tore a horrifying wreckage of blood and severed limbs in front of her.

This creature with olive hair and a familiar face and chest saturated in blood now stood in front of her weakened body with tightly gritted fangs and wild, uninhabited, and uncontainable rage that shook her to the core. This savage drenched in his enemies' own life challenged her to look upon him with a moral telescope and Nami instantly knew the moment she took a peek behind his tinted lense that she would see a sentient that raised the hairs along her neck in terror.

Blood slid down the muscular curvature of a bare arm angled toward her fallen body. The hand covered in calluses spread wide open and halted inches from her hand, silently waiting.

No words were exchanged as Nami watched the red liquid follow the indented trail as it spiraled past his wrist, halted at the bone and dripped to the ground. Her chin automatically tipped back to see the shadow of his cheeks streaked crimson. Nami's bottom lip trembled and the navigator drew her gaze away from Zoro's hand to look past him.

Her mouth parted in a soundless gasp.

Bodies piled on top of bodies laid in wait behind him. No longer were they simply unconsciously knocked over by the flat of his sword. Heads rolled, throats neatly slashed and torsos were cut open till their innards spilled out and pooled onto the stone tiles. Their lifeless eyes and opened mouths watched her with accusing stares and she whipped her head up to see Zoro staring at her with an unapologetic eye. She instinctively knew he would not apologize for their deaths, not when-

"They deserved it." The chillingly malicious gravel struck a high chord of alarm in her throat and Nami swallowed and tugged her eyes from his face and down to his hand.

Even now she detected thin smudges of red lining the crevices of his palm and gazed at the even thicker trail of blood slipping off his wrist.

Could she trust what he was becoming? When she'd curled herself into his arms that night, he had been a safe haven to hide herself away from judgmental eyes as she broke down. The same hand held out to her, beckoning her back into his arms.

Arms that were safe no more.

Trust me. She grabbed his hand and felt her body grow lax as Zoro's arm tensed seconds before he pulled her to him with ease.

Do not back away. Nami readjusted her Clima Tact and worked furiously to hide the way her insides shook. Nothing missed the man's eye and from the audible click of his teeth gnashing together and the palatable aura of rage that surrounded his entire being, he noticed.

Do not leave me. Her legs begged her to put distance between them, but the glaring eye accompanied by the warning growl locked her in place. Heavy, stifling darkness surrounded her as Zoro loomed over her stiff form, his angled jaw becoming even more pronounced and his gaze pierced holes into her and he leaned so close she could practically taste the wild emotions rolling off him. The tip of his nose skimmed the side of her cheek and Nami shut her eyes when he pressed closer. He didn't touch her, yet his presence made itself known as the smell of blood and sweat and his own heady scent invaded her senses, wrapping itself forcefully around her body, imprinting itself into her.

Zoro inhaled and groaned, a sound that she felt all the way to her toes as the ends of his hair brushed her temples and the swordsman lowered his head till his mouth hovered over her quivering ear,

"Are you afraid?" her spine snapped straight as a stroke of heat bolted deep into her belly and Nami parted her mouth in a speechless hiss as blunt teeth snagged the soft flesh of her ear. Her vision wavered and she struggled to reciprocate,

"N-no." the words were a breathless whisper and the swordsman chuckled in reply. Wave after wave of sensation melted into her and this time, the navigator couldn't restrain a strangled cry from flying past her throat when he dragged the tip of his tongue down the shell of her ear,

"Then why are you shaking like a leaf?" like a switch, his mercurial mood flipped and Zoro stepped back, any reactions he'd shown her were wiped clean from his face leaving an impenetrable mask of icy calm.

Only the sound of reinforcements dragged his attention from her as another group of Kshatriyas marched up the arch,

"Go. Find Luffy, he'll keep you safe." He refused to even look at her. Instead, he presented her his back once more and this time, the blessed warmth and heat and feeling of safety Zoro represented abruptly vanished leaving a bitter hallow that stole her breath.

Resisting the sudden urge to turn into a screaming banshee, Nami spun and raced into the dark hallway, doing her damnedest to ignore the ear-splitting screeches that rebounded off the enclosed walls as her fist pressed tightly to her chest, burying away the hurt that blossomed inside.

She ran till her breathing went ragged and the throbbing between her thighs protested. Slow down! The sharp order had her faltering for a brief moment before she put on a burst of speed and followed the sharp turn of stairs. The sudden rustle of chains banging onto iron breastplates had her scrambling frantically backwards to find a hiding place away from prying eyes. Nami whirled around desperately searching for some sort of drapery to shield her body but to her dismay, only bare walls welcomed her. Fear scorched her heart and she scanned the walls, looking for something, anything that would help her escape. As her hands plastered themselves onto the stone walls, her seeking fingers curved into a groove, no more than four inches wide. She hastily ran a pad over the slit and quickly determined that the cut was too smooth to be natural. The rumbling grew louder and Nami grasped the edge with both hands and threw her weight back against it.

Nothing. Boots rattled threateningly near signaling the Kshatriya's approach and the navigator gritted her teeth and yanked even harder. A grating that sounded like a foghorn to her ears rasped over her and stale air washed over her as the door shook and groaned as she dragged the stone to the side.

It was like pulling a cart over gravel, the noise jarred her ears and Nami's heart leaped to her throat.

"Please, please open!" she pleaded and her arms trembled and her pulling became desperate. It was only when she was able to squeeze her slender body through the gap and jerk the door behind her when her lungs released the breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

That breath was sucked right back into her mouth and the navigator stumbled back in shock,

"Where am I?"

An ancient dome shrouded by an expanse of succulent greenery stood in front of her. Its proud pillars were carved and molded with statues and figures of women and men dressed in robes of royalty that surrounded the long columns. Eerie silence greeted her as Nami followed the path toward the open dome. Her eyes widened and she froze at the entrance to tip her head back to stare up at the ceiling.

Eight statues sat regally on each of the eight pillars that supported the roof returned her stare. Their naked bodies stood in stark contrast against the painted background depicting bloody sacrifices and mythical creatures engaged in a battle of the known and the unknown. In the center of the dome, sitting on a stack of broken pieces of pottery glued together in uneven and jagged clumps was the hunched body of a disfigured atrocity.

Her breath whooshed out in unsteady pants as she shakily made her way to the sculpture. She looked down at her hands and found them trembling as she rounded the figure.

All the air left her body and Nami sank to the hard ground in dead faint.

Eight swords stuck in haphazard angles protruded from his back. The pointed ends of the long swords digging into the ground from his stomach were the only things that kept him from completely falling over. He was on his knees, his deformed back bent over and his blackened arms stretched out toward her. Eyeless sockets gazed at her and a scarred face and a heavy crown of thorns perched over his bald head wove a sickening tale of death and betrayal.

"I see you've found him." The haunting voice of stabbing snakes slithered over her and Nami whipped around in time to see the long, red robe of the Monarch slide out from behind a pillar.

"You." Nami's mouth dropped open and her knees knocked together, "y-you're the woman I spoke to two nights ago." A well-crafted smile adorned ruby red lips and the Monarch smiled serenely,

"And you must be the broken toy." Her dark eyes glittered, "did you take my advice?" she tilted her head and brought her attention to the pierced statue. The tyrant lifted her head and trailed the back of her fingers over the man's damaged face, "he brought this upon himself you know, if he hadn't scorned me, this wouldn't have happened." It was only then when the pungent scent of iron reached her nose when Nami realized that the woman's entire forearm was saturated in blood.

Gorge rose and the navigator slapped her hand over her mouth as the Monarch continued to stroke the man's face,

"Love has an interesting way of ending doesn't it? When a man sees that his wife has been mistreated, he doesn't come to her aid nor does he comfort her when she reaches for him. Instead, he creates another wound and crowns her in a wreath of thorns and casts her aside for another." Evocative orbs bled to dark obsidian and the Monarch turned her wicked eyes to her, a calculating smile on her face, "but little did he know that he would soon become the very abomination he accused her to be." The Monarch stepped to her, "and just like him, I shall create a masterpiece out of you."