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Nami entered East Blue Gym with one thing on her mind: to find a man. What drew her to Zoro was his body, more specifically his strength. Nami had heard rumors about a monstrous person with a lot of raw power but she wasn't one to run towards danger unless there was money to gain.

She spent a good full day mindlessly lifting weights and doing stretches just so she could see the way his arms rippled while his breathing was steady and even. She wanted to test him under pressure, but she did not expect to fail so utterly that she needed to be given first aid. However, besides the momentary mortification she felt deep in her core, she knew she had hooked him. Even if the receptionist and gym management suggested she find any other trainer, but Nami knew what she wanted and apparently, he scared everyone else.

"Oi, Nami! Are you sleeping or doing a push-up?"

She rolled her eyes and rolled onto her back to look up at the man glaring down at her.

"Yes, Sergeant Asshat, I'm done." She faked a salute that got nothing but a glare in response.

"All 100?" He asked skeptically while ignoring her new nickname for him.

She lifted her hips off the floor and rocked them to tease him. He would not bite, so she jumped to her feet and stretched while holding onto his shoulder. "Yes. Why do you always question my strength?"

He flicked her hand off his shoulder and watched her wiggle but maintain balance on one foot as she continued to stretch. "I don't question your strength. I question your honesty."

Nami pouted and clasped onto his shoulders, "Oh, Zoro. When are you going to admit that you like me?"

He backed away and she followed. "Nothing to admit, witch. Now let go."

She giggled. "Why? It's like we're dancing."

She leaned into him and whispered, "Do you think these people are talking about us?"

Zoro glared around to notice how both men and women gave looks. He figured as much since Nami insisted on breathing heavily and whining unnecessarily. She would even move her body in ways that were not wanted anywhere outside of the pole dancing classes; classes that Zoro found to be nothing but nonsense. Yet, when given a look from Zoro, the men would suddenly find their task so important and the women would give him a fearful stare in return, as they whispered amongst themselves about "the demon and the witch".

Zoro turned his attention back to the woman that held onto him, as she swayed side to side and snickered at his realization. He fumbled at first but finally moved swiftly enough to grab her in a hold, pressing her back into his chest and locked her hands with his own.

"Enough games. You're still not quick enough and I told you that if you wanted me to be your trainer, you would work. It's only been 2 days, Nami. Can't keep up?"

She wiggled against him and he stiffened. "Are you joking? You can barely teach, much less train. But…"

Nami spun in her arms and faced him, "You keep holding me like this and there will be rumors, Zoro. Fall on top of me. Dancing in the gym? Zoro, you're such a flirt."

Zoro looked down at her, his face frozen in thought. Nami understood that he held very few conversations, and from what she understood, no one else talked to him. However, as he held her, Nami did not want him to let go. Her eyes caught the shine on his gold earrings, and Nami's purpose became clear once again. She swiftly attempted to punch him in the gut but Zoro dodged.

"Wow, Zoro, quick on your feet. Decent strength. Have you ever considered professional fights?"

He let her go with a scoff. "As if. You wouldn't be a fair fight."

Nami pressed on, "Why? Because I'm a girl."

"No", Zoro said with more anger than she expected, "because you don't have any focus."

"I do have focus. It's money." She rubbed her fingers together and smiled. "What do ya say, Zoro? Wanna fight for me?"

"For you? What the hell does that mean?"

"I mean, I'll be your manager. I can find us a good fight and you can take them down easy. We'll make the cut 90/10."

"What! What kind of cut is that?"

"Oh, so sweet that you understood I was getting the 90." She patted his head as if he was a child, but he moved out of her touch.

"No freaking deal." He quarreled and crossed his arms. Nami watched them flex as if her eyes saw gold again.

She leaned into him and spoke quietly, "Look. I am literally your only client. You don't seem to make much money. One or two fights wouldn't kill you. And I promise that I take this very seriously. I am going to navigate us to the big prize and we could both come out clean."

She placed her hands on his forearms, and the heat sent little shocks throughout his body, but he maintained his hard stare.

"Why do you need the money so bad?"

Nami pulled away, and the warmth left with her. She focused on some invisible lint on her sleeve.

"That's for me to know…and for you to not care about. Point is, I'll make it 50/50, but you need to train with a guy I know first."

Nami winked at Zoro, but Zoro was not buying it. "What? Why? You just said I'm decent."

"Being decent isn't greatest. If we're going for the big bucks, I want to have a champion to show off," Nami said matter-of-factly as she flicked his earrings.

Zoro smirked. "You want to show me off?"

Nami smiled sweetly. "Yeah, like a prized pig before the slaughter."

Zoro frowned. "Witch."

Nami patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, Little Piggy, I'm going to make you the world's greatest fighter."

Zoro strained to keep his voice low, "Don't call me that. And give me 5 laps around the building."

Nami jogged in place and faked a salute, but as quick as lighting, she smacked Zoro's butt and shouted over her shoulder, "Alright, come get me then!"

It took Zoro a moment to register the hit and the subsequent challenge, but off he went to chase a woman who knew very well that he could not resist her challenge. As Nami sprinted, she kept the man at her heels. She grinned at the prospect that was upon them. It made up for the embarrassment of their first encounter and the hours she spent studying him. She smiled as she heard his stomps behind her and picked up her pace. She had made a deal with the devil…but she was going to use a demon to get out of it.

Music Inspiration/Theme: "Side To Side" (Arkane Skye Remix)

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