Chapter Five: Princess Zoro

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. I do own Arijii Hikara, Hachi Hachi Fruit and the doll.


"I got the food!"

"You stayed in there longer than usual…" Nami looked inside the grocery.

"It was nothing, Nami-san!" He denied.

"Sanji! Look what I have! Isn't she…prettyful?" Arijii shoved the doll in his face. She asked him his opinion.

He looked down at Arijii and observed the doll.

"Very nice. Who got it for you?" He asked.

"I got it for FREEE! And Zoro accom…accompaneeee….aww whatever, he came along with me!" Arijii tried to use a big word, but it didn't work.

"A doll shop? Zoro…was in a doll shop?" Sanji asked.

"Yeah. I think he liked it," She whispered.

The two of them laughed while Zoro gave both of them a death glare.

"You were in a doll shop! Hahahaha!" Luffy joined the two of them.

Nami had to agree it was funny and started to laugh. Usopp joined in on the laughter too.

Zoro just ignored them as he headed for the Going Merry.


"Aren't you going to name her?" Sanji asked Arijii while she was on the galley floor, playing with the princess doll. They were back on the ship, and away from Sunset Key.

Arijii thought.

"I shall name her….uhhhh….."

"Nami?" Sanji hoped.

"No. Thanks anyway. I got a better-er name."

"What is it?"

"Princess….Zoro!" Arijii happily said.

Sanji seemed surprised.

"Zoro's a boy's name."

"So? Arijii is a boy's name too!" She said.

He cocked his head to the side.

"It is?"

"No. But it sounds like one. C'mon Princess Zoro, I'm going to introduce you to the rest of the people!" She gripped her doll as she skipped out of the room.


"Zoro, you might want to watch out for Arijii. She named her doll Princess Zoro," Sanji warned Zoro.

"She's gone too far. It's getting annoying."

"Now that I think about it, that princess doll DOES look a lot like you," Sanji teased.

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying…" Sanji smiled.

Zoro left and went back on the deck.

"Hey Zoro! I need to tell you something!" Arijii yelled.

"Let me guess…you named your stupid doll after me."

Arijii look surprised.

"Yep! How'd ya know?" Arijii asked.

"Sanji told me."

"Oh!"

"You named your doll Zoro?" Nami asked.

"No. Princess Zoro!" Arijii corrected Nami.

"You don't need to correct me! I'm eighteen!"

"I am too! I'm just stuck in the eight year old version of myself!" Arijii yelled.

"I forgot about that."

This stinks. I've been eight years old for six months, I don't think I could be eight years old…FOREVER! I need to find a cure…well, at least for the age problem…I wish I didn't eat that fruit.

"I don't blame you. I'm going to be like this…FOREVER! And eleventy years after that!" Arijii angrily yelled at Nami.

"This looks ugly," Luffy said.

"I know," Usopp agreed.

Nami was silent.

"Eleventy years isn't a number."

"So? How would YOU know?" Arijii held back her tears.

"How would you know, Nami?" Luffy asked.

Nami gave her a glare.

"C'mon Princess Zoro, let's go back into my room," She stared at them at left.

"I think you went too hard on her, Nami," Usopp said.

"I've had it with that eight year old," Nami sighed.


"Nobody likes me. I'm so lonely, Princess Zoro. I want some cookies," Arijii sighed. The blonde, blue eyed doll kept smiling back at her.

"You'll be my new best friend. My only best friend," Arijii smiled at Princess Zoro.

Why did I name her Princess Zoro? God, I hate being eight years old…if only I was smarter…oooh! SHINY!

Arijii noticed something sparkly in her room. Again.

"OOOH!" She dropped her doll and pounced on the shiny object.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEOWCH!" Arijii screamed, it cut her other hand.

"Darn shiny things…"

Arijii went running out of her room and to the place where she found the bandages.

"Now you cut your OTHER hand?" Zoro asked, not really caring.

"Yeah!" Arijii nodded ecstatically.

Her bloody hand was worse than last time.

"Aren't you going to get another bandage, annoy me to death and then go back to your room?" he asked.

She kept on smiling. An idea popped up in her miniscule brain.

"Don't need to. Watch this!"


S.E.: What will Arijii do?

Chi: Die?

Natasha: Give me catnip?

S.E.: No... (sigh)