Truthfully Speaking

Part 1

In the shadows of her dim room Nami worked swiftly and silently. It was getting pretty late but she just had to finish the map she was making. She carefully drew out the lines and drafted each and every detail carefully. She was so absorbed in her work she jumped a little when she heard a knock on the wooden door of her room.

"Come in," She yelled at the door. She was too preoccupied with her work to be bothered by such trivial matters.

The door creaked as it opened, standing at the door was Sanji. He had what looked like a piece of pie and milk in his hands. Before he entered he did a little a bow and he twirled in the room. "Sorry for the disturbance. But My Beautiful Nami-san, I thought that maybe you would like to have a snack. I mean I can't let the one I love work on an empty stomach. I must take care of the one that I would travel the ends of the earth for, the one I would go to hell and back for, the one I would do anything for." Sanji exclaimed in usual affection.

"That's very thoughtful of you. You can just put in on the table." Nami didn't even look up from her work. It was sweet of Sanji to bring her a snack but she was so use to Sanji's endless ranting of how much he loved her that it had become routine. She didn't even notice his shower of love and affection. Sanji was just being Sanji. It was just the way he was.

Sanji strolled over to Nami's desk and placed the food there. Then he sat on the wooden chair next to her. Sanji watched closely as Nami finished making her map. He watched her skillful hands work across the piece of tawny paper. Her face set in a look of pure concentration while the light from the candle slowly played on her face. He watched as the candlelight slowly danced in her eyes. He couldn't help but think that she was beautiful.

"Nami can I ask you something?" Sanji asked, breaking the silence. He had wanting to ask Nami something for sometime now but he hadn't the courage to ask until then.

"What is it Sanji?" Nami didn't even look up from her work. Her hands were busy tracing and finishing her map.

"Do you believe me?" Sanji asked softly. Usually when Sanji talked to Nami his voice was dripping in affection but it wasn't now. It was hard and serious.

"Believe you?" Nami stopped sketching and stared at Sanji, her eyes filled with hints of bewilderment. She finally put down her pencil and turned her attention to Sanji.

"Believe me, when I tell you that your the only one for me. When I tell you that I would do anything for you. When I tell you that your beautiful." Sanji stared at Nami solemnly. He cared for Nami dearly. If only she knew how much she meant to him. Everyday he complimented her and praised her endlessly. Yet did she believe that he meant every word that came out of his mouth. That it was how really he felt about her. Maybe it was because of all of those day he had also praised the other girls that she took no notice of his affection. If only she knew how much he cared for her.

An overwhelmed Nami stared at Sanji silently. She tried to talk but she seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Sanji had always showered her with compliments and affection. Always lavished her with food and gifts. But that was just Sanji being Sanji wasn't it? Everyday he would praise her about her beauty and do nice things for her. But he had treated her no differently from all the other girls. Sanji never really meant all those things he said. Did he?

Sanji smiled softly at Nami. He understood. "It's OK. I mean I understand why you wouldn't have believed me. I mean that's just the way I am. Right? Always flirting and being affectionate to girls." Sanji stood up from his chair and walked to the door. If only she could understand that he it was just the way he was. That he just flirted with every girl he met but it always meant nothing. The only time he meant it was when he flirted with her. He really would travel the ends of the earth for her. He would go to hell and back for her. He really would do anything for her. If only she could believe him.

"Sanji..." Nami whispered softly. She tried to talk to him but she just couldn't find the right words. She had always liked Sanji and thought he was sweet. Of course before she would have never admitted it. But here he was. He was telling her that he actually cared for her. That he had meant every single compliment. Every single sweet thing that he ever said.

"Before I go. I just want to tell you that even if you don't believe all things I say. Believe me when I say that I love you." With that Sanji stepped out of the room. He had finally admitted to Nami that he loved her. Even if she found happiness in another man, he would be OK with it. The only thing that mattered was that she knew. That she knew that he would always care for her no matter what. That she knew he would travel the ends of the earth for her. That he would go to hell and back for her. That she knew that he loved her.