Monkey, as in the Monkey D's. Nami couldn't even sleep that night, she even forgot to make the cookies, so that whenever Luffy had come back she'd have something to back up her lie. She turned over in her bed, the sun shining through her balcony windows. She wanted to get some shut eye, at least. But everytime she closed her eyes, Arlong's nasty face came into view. He had forced her to date him, though he was at least ten years older than her, in return for her family's safety. All because she had a natural talent in cartography. She never even saw him use her maps, they just piled up. He was a jerk of a man. After she had already been with him for eight months, did he finally allow her to leave his home, without him, that is, it was ridiculous. Sure, from outward appearances, they seemed like a happy couple, him getting her gifts, treating her to dinner, and whatnot. She was silently grateful that her sister had run into someone to help her. Nojiko said that he had concealed his identity, so she didn't even know who he was, nor the two people that were with him, as their identity had also been concealed.

In hopes of keeping her family safe, Nami had stabbed her own hand to get the more cowardly of the three saviors out of her business, feigning that she had stabbed him, instead. The man who helped her, called out to her asking to be her friend, never saw her face, not did she his. He placed a hat on her head, as a promise to save her, after she stabbed her arm in realizing her boyfriend at the time was going to harm her family. Her family had gone after him, Bellamere, her mother, the exception, as she had been hospitalized, near death, too.

A hand grabbed her arm, stopping her from hurting herself further. "Help me" was all she could utter, and he placed a hat on her head, before yelling out that he would.

He was bloodied and injured, when he climbed out of the rubble of Arlong's abode, and called out to her, "Let's be friends!" she felt special, in that moment, and wanted to return that hat he had lent her. She took off the hat, and as she attempted to climb up the rubble to give it to him, it flew out of her hand, and away into the wind. If it wasn't for one of his friends, carrying a sword, the hat probably would have been lost forever. It was a straw hat, she remembered, She couldn't even see his eyes, as his sunglasses covered most of his face. They didn't have to be that bulky, she had thought at the time. But if this guy who saved her at the ice cream shop yesterday, was the same guy that saved her from Arlong, and he was a vigilante, or even bigger, a Monkey D, then that would make sense on why he hid his identity.

Nami crawled out of her bed, and decided she would make those cookies, so they tasted at least a little stale, if Luffy came back tonight. It didn't take her long to zest the oranges, and juice them, in preparation for the cookies. After the cookies were baked, and cooled, she put them in a plastic container, and closed the lid, trapping as much air as possible in it, so that it would taste a little old. She cleaned up her mess, and collapsed onto her loveseat. It wasn't long before sleep took over her tired body. When she awoke, the evening sun was already shining through her windows, and she yawned, knowing that she needed to make a few maps, before tomorrow.

She made herself comfortable in her drawing room, and started working on her maps. Something she enjoyed more since she was freed two years ago. She had already finished two maps, and was about to send them to another one of the companies she was contracted with, when she heard her doorbell ring.

Curious on who would come by this late in the day, as the sun had already set, she made her way downstairs and to her front door. She opened the door and was surprised to see a panting Luffy. He looked extremely exhausted, and he had a bandage wrapped over one of his shoulders, and another on his forearm. If he was trying to hide it, you couldn't tell, because he was wearing another one of his tank tops. Nami leaned against the doorframe, waiting for him to look up at her.

"Hi, Nami," he smiled, though she could tell he was exhausted.

"What did you run the whole way here?" Nami asked, "What happened to you, anyway?"

"Oh, this?" Luffy asked, suddenly regaining strength, and pointing to his shoulder.

"And this one." Nami replied, pointing to his forearm.

Luffy looked down at it, "Oh, it's no big deal, honestly."

"It is stained with blood, Luffy," Nami replied, concerned.

"I guess," he shrugged, "doesn't hurt though."

"But what happened? How'd you get it?"

Luffy looked away, and puckered his lips, beads of sweat newly forming on his forehead, "I don't know." he tried to whistle, but it just sounded like he was blowing air.

"Luffy, you're a terrible liar," Nami sighed, "why are you here anyway?"

"You said the cookies were gonna go bad, did you forget?" he stated, as if it was obvious.

"Do you seriously want cookies, that badly?" Nami asked, crossing her arms.

"'You shouldn't waste food'" Luffy quoted, "that's what Sanji told me, so yes, I'm here for the cookies."

"Sounds like Sanji," Nami sighed, "Come on in, they're in the kitchen."

"You know Sanji?" Luffy asked, following her inside.

"Yeah, we've been friends for two years now." Nami said, as she reached the kitchen, and waited for Luffy to join her.

"Wow! That's much longer than I've known him. I think I've only known him for…" he thought to himself, and put his finger to his forehead. Nami could have sworn his face went red, "a month." he finished.

"Don't think much, do you?"

"No, it's boring, why should I?"

She pulled out the cookies, and placed them in front of him, as he sat at the island counter, "Luffy, can I ask you a question."

Luffy opened the container, and grabbed one of the cookies, "yeah, what is it?"

"Do you know about the vigilante groups?"

"Vigi-what?" Luffy looked up at her, half a cookie in his hand.

"The vigilante groups. I ran into one yesterday," she sighed, he seemed clueless, "I guess you don't know about them then."

"Are they bad people?"

"Not exactly, at least the one that showed up at the ice cream store yesterday seemed more like they were doing a good deed than anything."

"Ice cream?"

"Gosh, is there anything but food on your mind?" Nami asked, earning a laugh in return. "Robin said she thought they were a vigilante group, and the 'captain' so he was called had saved her in the purposeful wreck she was in. She even said there was a rumor about the captain being the missing Monkey D. grandson." Nami slouched over the counter, not even looking at Luffy, who had suddenly stopped eating the cookies.

"They seem like good guys." he said, earning Nami to look at his sweating face.

"Luffy, are you okay?" Nami asked.

"Yeah," Luffy lied, Nami could tell, "why?"

"You're sweating, it isn't even hot in here, do you have a fever?"

"No." Luffy responded, "What's that?"

"Sick, Luffy, are you sick?"

"No, I've never been sick." He grabbed another cookie and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Alright, anyway, what do you think about these vigilante guys?" Nami asked, "There was one guy, Black Leg, I think he was called, who reminded me a lot of Sanji."

"What do you think about them?" Luffy asked, "You're asking me way too difficult questions."

"Me, oh, well, I don't know. I'm not a huge fan of vigilantes because my ex claimed to be one, but he was more of a terrorist, if anything."

"Ex?"

"Yeah, my ex-boyfriend, he was a real jerk. Abusive, too. There was this kid that saved me from his awful reign over my life two years ago. Never got the kid's name, but I think he looked a whole lot like the guy that was called Straw Hat, or something, in district one." Nami sighed, "I don't want to talk about it, it's a long story."

"If it's a long story, I don't really want to hear it." Luffy replied, and leaned back into the chair.

"That isn't very nice, Luffy." Nami snapped, "What if it was extremely important!"

"So, you're free from the 'jerk' now, right?" he said, bringing his straw hat over to cover his eyes.

Nami's eyes widened, because of the recent memories, that straw hat looked awfully familiar to her. She leaned over the counter, not caring if her shirt got cookie crumbs stuck to it. She grabbed the hat off his face, so she could look at it more closely.

"Hey!" He said, jumping to a sitting position, "that's my treasure!"

"Your treasure?" she asked, holding the hat in her hands, before flipping it over, as if to inspect the inside. "Is gold woven in with the straw?" she asked, though she thought for sure she had heard that kid who saved her say the same thing.

"No," he replied, leaning over the counter to take it back from her.

"Then what is it, some sort of old treasure map?" she asked inspecting it, wanting to put it on her head, to see if she felt the same familiarity with it.

"No," he said, starting to get a little angry, as he went around the counter, so he could get it back.

She pulled it behind her as he had gotten closer, "I just want to know why this 'treasure' of yours is so important."

"Give it back, Nami," he said, so seriously, he almost sounded like the captain from the ice cream shop.

Nami held out the straw hat, "Can I put it on first?"

"No, it's mine," he replied, gripping his fingers along the rim.

Nami let go, letting him have the hat, she was slightly disappointed, "So why is that your treasure, anyway?"

"Someone important gave it to me, so it holds an important promise," he replied, putting it on his head, it felt right with it on.

"What was the promise?" Nami asked, leaning an elbow against the counter.

"I promise him that I'd become-" he stopped, and looked away, toward her back door.

"What, is that another thing you can't tell me? Like your job?"

"Nami, be quiet," he said, and walked backwards slowly to her kitchen light. He turned it off, leaving them in pitch black.

"Luffy, what are you doing? Is it that big of a secret?" She asked, not quite understanding what he was getting at.

"Nami," he said, seriously, "be quiet, and don't move."

Nami looked at him confused for a moment, then she saw him looking at her back door. He hadn't kept his eyes off it for a while now. Nami was slightly nervous now, she ducked behind her counter, and waited for Luffy to do whatever it was he was going to do, although she did peek out, as he made his way to the backdoor, slowly, like he was some sort of spy.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the glass of the door, scaring Nami for a moment, before Luffy turned on the lights in the room her backdoor was in.

"Gosh, Sanji, what'd you do that for?" Luffy said, making Nami stand up, and turn on her kitchen lights.

"Luffy, what are you doing here?"

"I live next door, she had some cookies that were going bad," Luffy answered.

Nami made her way into her backroom, "Sanji-kun? You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Ah, Nami-swan! I deeply apologize!" he said, swooning over to her. Nami noticed he had a bandage around his head.

"Sanji-kun! What happened to your head?" Nami exclaimed, ignoring his swooning.

"What, this?" he held his head lightly, "it's nothing for you to worry about, Nami-san."

"Both of you, first Luffy, now you? What the heck is wrong? Why are you both wearing bandages. And for the looks of it, they're rather pretty fresh." Nami stated, upset.

"I'm fine, Nami-san, and this idiot over here is as well." Sanji replied, "Got into a little fight about food, right, Luffy?" he said, and looked over at the black haired young adult.

"Yeah, you wouldn't let me have another piece of steak!" Luffy exclaimed, stomping over.

Nami gave Luffy a once over, the blood seemed to have gotten worse on his bandage over his shoulder. She wondered if her playing with his hat, and him doing sudden movements made his wound re-open. "That doesn't really seem like it's from a fight over food," she stated, grabbing Luffy's arm.

"Ah, I wish Nami-swan would care for me like that!" Sanji exclaimed, overly dramatic.

"Sanji-kun, you have a girlfriend, does Pudding know?" Nami said, looking over at the spinning blond headed idiot.

"Know about what?" Sanji asked, stopping his spinning for a moment.

"About the injury to your head, I bet she's worried sick!" Nami replied, slightly annoyed with how overly affectionate he's always being.

"Ah! I had come over here to make sure you were okay, I had completely forgotten about Pudding-san!" he said, suddenly the realization of his girlfriend hit him, "I better get going!"

"Make sure I was okay?" Nami asked.

"I heard from Robin-chan that you two were victims of a terrorist attack, when I visited her this morning, and I had to make sure that you were okay!" Sanji said.

"Yeah, but some strange vigilante like guys came and saved everyone." Nami replied, "So I'm fine, the 'Black Leg' guy had made sure everyone got out all right."

"I see," Sanji said, "All right then, I'm off to make sure Pudding-swan is all right! Good seeing you this lovely evening, Nami-san!" He then gallantly made his exit through Nami's french doors.

"Nami?" Luffy said beside her, Nami looked over at him, "Can you stop holding my arm like that, it hurts."

Nami looked at her hands, she had lifted his arm up to examine it, and the blood had soaked more of the bandage. She dropped his arm, and it flopped down to his side. Instinctively, he reached up and grabbed his shoulder, as if to soothe the pain. "Sorry."

"Anyway, I have to get going," Luffy replied, placing the arm whose bandage was around the forearm onto his hat, "The cookies were great Nami!" he said, turning to make his way out of the house.

"Luffy." Nami angrily said, stopping him in his tracks, "come with me, for a second." she said, pointing in the direction of her ground floor bathroom. Luffy gulped.