A/N: Hello again!
I hope everyone enjoyed that little attempt at comedy in the last chapter. I found it amusing. But that's just me. ^_^;
Anyway- this chapter has a lot of Nami in it, since she was absent for most of last chapter. I tried to look at her feelings- hopefully I was able to keep her somewhat in character. Or at least her inner thoughts are my take on her feelings. Let me know what you think.
Anyway- that's about it for now. I have to run. School papers to work on now.
Disclaimer: I Own One Piece, or at least I will once I rule the world… I'm working on it. Give me a few years… but until then, sadly it's not mine.
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The idea that Sanji could possibly be the child's father shocked Nami pretty hard. After her mind continued to process the parentage of the child no older than a year at most kept her silent.
As the boys continued to pester the cook, Nami held back the urge to laugh at the thought of Sanji actually being able to be a father. .. However, she wasn't always the object of his heart-shaped wandering eye. So it was totally possible… even more likely considering they had only been crew mates for a relatively short time.
This was something that stung more than she wanted to let on.
Suddenly the need to be alone welled up and she quickly handed the child back over to the cook and left.
Leaning against the back of her door as she shut it, Nami closed her eyes. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts. She desperately wanted to just clear her mind, but that was proving to be impossible.
'Why do I care if her is the father or not?' She asked her self after walking slowly over to her desk.
'Well at least I know what kind of guy he really is… maybe this is for the best. I never thought he'd be the kind to sweet talk his way into someone's bed… no wonder he's been playing all that attention to me… he'd just want one thing and then leave…'
Even thought Nami didn't like the woman from the port, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the single mother… granted it was a little. But still for Nami, it was something.
'I want to deny I liked the attention. But it's just that I thought… I just wanted to be loved, Bellemere. Why did you have to leave us? I've always been so alone.' Nami wiped her eyes before the tears could form. She had promised to never cry again at a very young age. She had already broken the promise once in front of her friends…. That was at her lowest point since her mother's death.
To Nami tears meant weakness. She hated weakness; hated herself for being weak at times.
'I have to remain strong! I'm all I have right now…' She told herself.
'But you're wrong.' Came another voice in her mind. It was quietly contradicting her. 'You're not alone. There are so many who care about you…'
Nami sat blankly at her desk. Her eyes trained on the photo that was her most cherished possession. She hated what she had regressed to right now. Moping around was just something she rarely did.
"This is pathetic." She sighed. "All right! Back to the maps." She decided as she unrolled some papers and took up her pen.
At current speed, and assuming no other detours occurred, Nami began to plot out their full course to Luffy's Niku Island.
After a time the near silence was once again broken and Nami could hear Zoro's voice shouting over the clatter in the kitchen.
'Sounds like dinner is done.' She shrugged. 'A little later than usual… oh well.' She thought as she got up and made her way up on deck. As she got closer to the kitchen the louder the sounds were.
'They act like children far too often.' She mused. Mentally preparing herself to once again step in a shut them up, Nami entered the kitchen.
However, like the others, she was taken back by the state of the usually immaculate room.
Sanji with the crying baby in hand stood glaring at the swordsman. The others were shoving sandwiches down their throats… the scene was utter chaos.
Nami couldn't take it anymore. She balled her fists, as her face grew maddened.
"Will You Both Just Shut Up!" She screamed.
The two squabbling crewmates turned from their glaring at each other to find their worst nightmares come true.
Nami was about to go off on them both- her fists now a shade of white and her eyes had an evil look to them.
"Why should I? This moron started it!' Zoro growled.
"No! You did!" The cook quickly countered, about to restart their hissing match, completely forgetting about Nami and her wrath about to come down on them both.
"SHUT UP!"
The kitchen went silent at the tone of her voice. Even the baby, resting against Sanji's shoulder quickly hushed its cries.
"That's better." She mumbled as she grabbed a few sandwich wedges and turned to leave.
"Wait Nami-san!" Sanji called to her hoping to talk with her about earlier. He needed to explain a few things…
However, as he began to move the baby began to wail once more.
"Kuso…"
"You shouldn't swear around Sanji Jr." Usopp stated sticking his finger up in the air assuming a dignified look. "It can corrupt his vocabulary… I captain Usopp will single handedly take on the responsibility for educating the tot with my vast array of knowledge."
To this both Zoro and Luffy began laughing.
"You? Vast knowledge?" Zoro looked at his long nosed comrade.
"He has more brains than you sometimes." Sanji muttered as he once again commenced in rocking the baby.
"Say that to my face cook!" Zoro turned suddenly resuming the hostility with the blonde.
"Look, I don't have time for this…" Sanji said looking towards the door his Nami-san had exited several minutes ago.
Throwing better judgment to the wind Sanji handed the baby to Luffy. "Watch him for a sec."
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Nami walked quietly back down to her room. Hearing the continuation of the shouting and crying she wanted to beat her head against the ship.
'I swear sometimes I don't know why I stay here and put up with them.' She pondered. 'Why does that stupid island have to be so far? I'm going to go nuts! I just can't stand seeing him with that… that baby… it just reminds me more and more of someone… someone like you Bellemere. Your smiling face cooking dinner, taking Nojiko and me under your wing. I guess this is my fault for letting them all get too close… especially that cook…' She moaned at that last thought.
'What's come over me? Why is my head hurting?' She asked herself as she stood there looking at the photo on her desk. 'Stupid cook.'
"Nami-san?" A voice came from the other side of the door.
'Great just what I needed… speak of the devil- well cook.'
"Nami-san, may I come in?" He asked through the door. The seriousness in his voice scared her. It was never a good thing when he used that voice.
"Please," he continued sounding more desperate.
Desperate? That was something odd. She had rarely seen him sounding this desperate and that was saying a lot. Most of his pick up lines were desperate- but this was different.
Quietly Nami stood and went to the door. Hesitating a little she looked at the doorknob.
Part of her wanted him to push the door open, that way maybe she'd have the courage too. However, she knew Sanji was a gentleman… she had thought so anyway.
The blonde stood frozen at her door. To enter forcefully almost meant instant death. Nami was a person who liked to be alone, he sighed.
'How do you do it my Nami-san? I wish I was as strong as you…But I just can't. I need someone here by my side. I need you more than ever. Let me in. Nami let me in.' he plead silently staring at the doorknob, much like Nami was doing on the opposite side.
'No, I can't force this. All I can do is pray and hope she realizes my feelings are true…'
With that Sanji stepped back.
"Why won't you let me love you? I love you Nami-san." He whispered to the girl behind the door. The same one that was hiding behind even thicker walls that shielded the hurting girl in her heart.
If Nami hadn't been so close to the door, she probably wouldn't have heard his sorrowful whisper.
Feeling numb, Nami stumbled over to the bed after she listened to his footsteps leaving.
'Did her really? Really say that? Or was I imagining it? Why would anyone love me?' She asked herself over and over as she lie on her bed. She never was able to answer her questions before the peacefulness of sleep called to her.
I hope everyone enjoyed that little attempt at comedy in the last chapter. I found it amusing. But that's just me. ^_^;
Anyway- this chapter has a lot of Nami in it, since she was absent for most of last chapter. I tried to look at her feelings- hopefully I was able to keep her somewhat in character. Or at least her inner thoughts are my take on her feelings. Let me know what you think.
Anyway- that's about it for now. I have to run. School papers to work on now.
Disclaimer: I Own One Piece, or at least I will once I rule the world… I'm working on it. Give me a few years… but until then, sadly it's not mine.
-
The idea that Sanji could possibly be the child's father shocked Nami pretty hard. After her mind continued to process the parentage of the child no older than a year at most kept her silent.
As the boys continued to pester the cook, Nami held back the urge to laugh at the thought of Sanji actually being able to be a father. .. However, she wasn't always the object of his heart-shaped wandering eye. So it was totally possible… even more likely considering they had only been crew mates for a relatively short time.
This was something that stung more than she wanted to let on.
Suddenly the need to be alone welled up and she quickly handed the child back over to the cook and left.
Leaning against the back of her door as she shut it, Nami closed her eyes. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts. She desperately wanted to just clear her mind, but that was proving to be impossible.
'Why do I care if her is the father or not?' She asked her self after walking slowly over to her desk.
'Well at least I know what kind of guy he really is… maybe this is for the best. I never thought he'd be the kind to sweet talk his way into someone's bed… no wonder he's been playing all that attention to me… he'd just want one thing and then leave…'
Even thought Nami didn't like the woman from the port, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the single mother… granted it was a little. But still for Nami, it was something.
'I want to deny I liked the attention. But it's just that I thought… I just wanted to be loved, Bellemere. Why did you have to leave us? I've always been so alone.' Nami wiped her eyes before the tears could form. She had promised to never cry again at a very young age. She had already broken the promise once in front of her friends…. That was at her lowest point since her mother's death.
To Nami tears meant weakness. She hated weakness; hated herself for being weak at times.
'I have to remain strong! I'm all I have right now…' She told herself.
'But you're wrong.' Came another voice in her mind. It was quietly contradicting her. 'You're not alone. There are so many who care about you…'
Nami sat blankly at her desk. Her eyes trained on the photo that was her most cherished possession. She hated what she had regressed to right now. Moping around was just something she rarely did.
"This is pathetic." She sighed. "All right! Back to the maps." She decided as she unrolled some papers and took up her pen.
At current speed, and assuming no other detours occurred, Nami began to plot out their full course to Luffy's Niku Island.
After a time the near silence was once again broken and Nami could hear Zoro's voice shouting over the clatter in the kitchen.
'Sounds like dinner is done.' She shrugged. 'A little later than usual… oh well.' She thought as she got up and made her way up on deck. As she got closer to the kitchen the louder the sounds were.
'They act like children far too often.' She mused. Mentally preparing herself to once again step in a shut them up, Nami entered the kitchen.
However, like the others, she was taken back by the state of the usually immaculate room.
Sanji with the crying baby in hand stood glaring at the swordsman. The others were shoving sandwiches down their throats… the scene was utter chaos.
Nami couldn't take it anymore. She balled her fists, as her face grew maddened.
"Will You Both Just Shut Up!" She screamed.
The two squabbling crewmates turned from their glaring at each other to find their worst nightmares come true.
Nami was about to go off on them both- her fists now a shade of white and her eyes had an evil look to them.
"Why should I? This moron started it!' Zoro growled.
"No! You did!" The cook quickly countered, about to restart their hissing match, completely forgetting about Nami and her wrath about to come down on them both.
"SHUT UP!"
The kitchen went silent at the tone of her voice. Even the baby, resting against Sanji's shoulder quickly hushed its cries.
"That's better." She mumbled as she grabbed a few sandwich wedges and turned to leave.
"Wait Nami-san!" Sanji called to her hoping to talk with her about earlier. He needed to explain a few things…
However, as he began to move the baby began to wail once more.
"Kuso…"
"You shouldn't swear around Sanji Jr." Usopp stated sticking his finger up in the air assuming a dignified look. "It can corrupt his vocabulary… I captain Usopp will single handedly take on the responsibility for educating the tot with my vast array of knowledge."
To this both Zoro and Luffy began laughing.
"You? Vast knowledge?" Zoro looked at his long nosed comrade.
"He has more brains than you sometimes." Sanji muttered as he once again commenced in rocking the baby.
"Say that to my face cook!" Zoro turned suddenly resuming the hostility with the blonde.
"Look, I don't have time for this…" Sanji said looking towards the door his Nami-san had exited several minutes ago.
Throwing better judgment to the wind Sanji handed the baby to Luffy. "Watch him for a sec."
-
Nami walked quietly back down to her room. Hearing the continuation of the shouting and crying she wanted to beat her head against the ship.
'I swear sometimes I don't know why I stay here and put up with them.' She pondered. 'Why does that stupid island have to be so far? I'm going to go nuts! I just can't stand seeing him with that… that baby… it just reminds me more and more of someone… someone like you Bellemere. Your smiling face cooking dinner, taking Nojiko and me under your wing. I guess this is my fault for letting them all get too close… especially that cook…' She moaned at that last thought.
'What's come over me? Why is my head hurting?' She asked herself as she stood there looking at the photo on her desk. 'Stupid cook.'
"Nami-san?" A voice came from the other side of the door.
'Great just what I needed… speak of the devil- well cook.'
"Nami-san, may I come in?" He asked through the door. The seriousness in his voice scared her. It was never a good thing when he used that voice.
"Please," he continued sounding more desperate.
Desperate? That was something odd. She had rarely seen him sounding this desperate and that was saying a lot. Most of his pick up lines were desperate- but this was different.
Quietly Nami stood and went to the door. Hesitating a little she looked at the doorknob.
Part of her wanted him to push the door open, that way maybe she'd have the courage too. However, she knew Sanji was a gentleman… she had thought so anyway.
The blonde stood frozen at her door. To enter forcefully almost meant instant death. Nami was a person who liked to be alone, he sighed.
'How do you do it my Nami-san? I wish I was as strong as you…But I just can't. I need someone here by my side. I need you more than ever. Let me in. Nami let me in.' he plead silently staring at the doorknob, much like Nami was doing on the opposite side.
'No, I can't force this. All I can do is pray and hope she realizes my feelings are true…'
With that Sanji stepped back.
"Why won't you let me love you? I love you Nami-san." He whispered to the girl behind the door. The same one that was hiding behind even thicker walls that shielded the hurting girl in her heart.
If Nami hadn't been so close to the door, she probably wouldn't have heard his sorrowful whisper.
Feeling numb, Nami stumbled over to the bed after she listened to his footsteps leaving.
'Did her really? Really say that? Or was I imagining it? Why would anyone love me?' She asked herself over and over as she lie on her bed. She never was able to answer her questions before the peacefulness of sleep called to her.