Chapter 4

A Tropical Island… How the Straw Hat Pirates ever found this place baffled Sanji beyond comprehension. Nami-san had led them there, of course. She is the navigator. The island's beauty had left the cook speechless. It looked deserted, but Robin-chan had read of some legend of a priceless emerald that some dead pirate had buried… or something like that. None of that mattered to Sanji right now, though. All that mattered was the water fight going on between his two female crewmates. A smile spread around his cigarette.

He stood nearby, watching the girls giggle and splash water at each other. Their bikinis looked a little small for their bodies, but they didn't seem to mind. So neither did he. They both spotted the cook and giggled again like schoolgirls. Robin smiled and splashed water in his direction. "Come join us, cook-san." Why didn't she sound like herself? She's just happy, Sanji told himself.

Then Nami trotted over to him, bouncing and threatening to pop out of her skimpy top. She came up to him, water glistening off her body. Her smile could melt even that dumb swordsman's heart. "Sanji, come join us," she panted. Her cheeks were flushed from her little run.

Sanji hooked a finger up under the string of her bikini that ran under her cleavage. His smile grew, "why aren't you naked yet?" Nami just giggled at him. He pulled her closer to him, wanting to kiss her.

Suddenly, the navigator put both her hands on his face. "Sanji-kun," she seemed to be calling to him. "Sanji-kun." Why was she calling to him when he was right in front of her? "Sanji-kun."

"Heheheh," the cook laughed at her. "No, no, no…" He put his hand to her lips, "just call me Sanji, sweetie." He took his hand away, but Nami just went on as before.

"Sanji-kun. Sanji-kun."

Sanji frowned. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" The world started fading into darkness, as if night suddenly came. First the Going Merry disappeared along with the scenery. Next was Robin-chan, who pouted as she waved goodbye. Finally was Nami-san, who kept repeating his name.

"Sanji-kun. Sanji-kun."

Sanji took a strange, deep breath, like he had come to the surface after being underwater. "Sanji-kun," he still heard his name being called. Clearing his throat, he raised his heavy eyelids. The room was dark, but he could feel the soft hands on both sides of his face. "Sanji-kun," the voice repeated, the hands shaking his head. He groaned, annoyed.

In the little beams of moonlight that drifted into the room, the cook could make out the shadow of a person leaning over him. His eyes adjusted to find a halo of orange-red hair. "Nami-san?" His voice came out low and hoarse. He saw she was in her pajama pants and tank top. Her breasts were pressed against his chest as she rested above him. God, I need a cigarette. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Shh!" Her fingers covered his mouth. "Quiet," she whispered, "I don't want to wake anyone up." She withdrew her hand slowly.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered from underneath her, "is something wrong?"

"No," she responded. "I… I just needed… to talk to you." She sounded a little unsure of herself. She felt the cook's hands come to rest on her hips. "What are you doing?" Her body stiffened in response to his touch.

Sanji let out a childish moan, ignoring her last question. "Can't it wait till morning?" Nami sighed, pushing herself up on her hands. She sat on the side of his bunk while leaning over him. I hope Zoro doesn't wake up. She looked up to the bed over their heads, wondering if the swordsman could hear them.

"It's about what you said last week," Nami explained in reference to their interaction in the kitchen. Sanji stared at her blankly, unsure of what she was talking about. "You know," she attempted to make herself clearer, "the dishes…"

"Um…" his eyes darted upwards, searching for an answer, "the dishes…" His hands worked in a circular motion on Nami's hips, as he was lost in thought. The navigator fumed.

"What you said last week when we were doing dishes!" She hissed at him, knocking him over the head with her fist, "and get your damn hands off me!" She sat up and rubbed her forehead in frustration, "don't tell me you forgot already."

Sanji cleared his throat again, shaking off the blow to his head. "Oh yeah," he spoke sarcastically, "I wondered why I had so much free time lately." The truth was that he had been waiting every day for the past week in agony. There were times that he wanted to tell Nami to forget the whole thing and bring her an apple pie to say sorry. Then he would stop to reassure himself to be strong. Besides, he wasn't the one who had to apologize. He wasn't doing anything wrong, no matter how many apple pies he wanted to bake for her.

Nami cut off his thoughts, "just come talk with me?" She felt tired, too, but this was bothering her to no end. "Please," she added, the moonlight glinting in her eyes as she looked at him.

She's so beautiful… Damn it! I need a cigarette. Sanji rubbed his eyes. "Ok," he sighed, "let me put some clothes on and get a cigarette and then…" He trailed off at the expression of shock on Nami's face. "What?"

"Are you…" Nami let out a little cough, ashamed of her perverted thoughts.

"Am I what?" he questioned.

"You know!" She continued, annoyed with his prying, "are you naked under there?" Her face turned bright red with embarrassment.

"Hhn, grr…merr…" They both heard Zoro mumbling above them. Nami pressed herself into Sanji. She figured if anyone did wake up, her best bet was to hide in his bed.

Sanji grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't you like to know," he breathed his answer in Nami's ear, taking advantage of their closeness. She blinked, and then came to her senses.

"Stop that!" She smacked the cook in the head again. He's such a pervert! Why am I enjoying this? After Zoro's mumbling subsided, the navigator sat up again. "I'll be waiting in the den," she instructed while adjusting her tank top. "Please come talk with me."

"Ok," Sanji gave a simple answer. He watched her silhouette as she crept out of the room. He took a deep breath, trying to wake up, but Nami's scent still lingered around his bed. A long, deep growl escaped his throat as he fought his ever-growing arousal. Damn, I really need that cigarette.


I know some of you have been waiting for this chapter, so Omatase shimashita (sorry to have kept you waiting). I really appreciate the reviews I received. I respect all of your opinions, be it good or bad. Even if you don't agree with the story, I still hope you're finding it entertaining. The next chapter should be the last one, but I'm not sure. We'll see. On a final note, I have a theory about Sanji's chain-smoking. If you notice the situations where he mentions needing a cigarette in this chapter, you'll be able to pick out my theory pretty easily. Thanks for reading!