Not the owner, not making money, not looking for a suit.
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6. the space between dream and reality
They were sitting around a fire that Sanji couldn't remember starting. Nami had her legs pulled up to her chest. Sanji tried not to stare, but in the flickering light she looked entirely ethereal (more so than usual, that was).
She caught him looking anyway. A small smile curled her lips. "Come here," she said, patting the sand beside her.
She had barely finished the second word when Sanji was beside her. She leaned against him. His heart actually stopped for a second. He looked down at the top of her head, orange hair like a flame by which he badly wanted to be burned. She tipped her head to look back up at him, and then, their lips met in a kiss.
The next thing he knew, he was on his back, and she was over him. "Sanji."
"Miss Nami!"
"Sanji."
"Miss Nami!"
"SANJI!"
He sat up quite abruptly, blinking into the darkness. Nami, several feet away, was giving him a distinctly annoyed look. "Stop dreaming about me. It's noisy."
His heart sank. The space between dream and reality was, after all, far too wide for his taste.
The sun was only just setting, and it was getting a bit chilly.
"We should light a fire," Nami said, staring at the horizon. "Not only will it keep us warm, but someone might see it. At least without Luffy, Zoro, and Robin around we probably won't be recognized, so we might be safe even with a Marine ship. Though I'm sure we could escape it either way." She clapped her hands together, a dreamy look crossing her face. "I hope it's another pirate ship, though. One with lots and lots and lots of treasure!"
Sanji was already on his feet, brushing himself off. If it was a fire Nami wanted, then a fire she would have. That was one thing he felt confident he could provide. Well, he could provide a lot of things, but the only one she had really asked for up until this point was rescue--and when it came to that, well, he was sure something would occur to him sooner or later, but until then, he would just have to make this the best damn fire ever.
Maybe his dream wasn't a dream after all, but a vision of the future. And it had had a roaring fire in it. With that in mind, he set off to complete his task with the utmost zeal.