Yahoo! I finally got the chance to post my very first fanfic. Actually I lie...I had the chance last night, but I was away at AnimeIowa. Sadly noone was dressed as Zoro. cries But I did see Sanji, Mihawk and some Character that I was not familiar with. Anyway, I no own One Piece or anything affliated with it. I only own my uncreative genius that has stuck these poor character into a blended and made the following mess of a story.

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The red head sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily. Her head throbbed. Groaning she cradled it in her hands. The taste of alcohol burned in her mouth. How much did she drink last night? She couldn't remember. She never before drank that much, she never had had a hangover like this before. Smell of hotcakes and eggs wafted to her, making her stomach churn. Normally, Sanji's food was fabulous, but today just the smell of it made her nauseous. Sighing she lay back down on, wanting to just sleep the day and the hangover away. But, she knew she couldn't, she had duties to perform and maps to draw. Slowly she stretched spreading her arms out.

Her left arm hit something soft and warm. Holding her breath, aghast she looked over towards her left. There he lay snoring away like it was nothing. She trembled, why was in her bed? Then she saw his clothes on the floor. That…that…meant he was naked! She gasped covering her mouth, when she realized she too was nude. She screamed, falling out of bed.

"NAMI!" screamed Sanji as he tried to bust her door down.

"It's ok Sanji…I…I...just stubbed my toe is all." She told him with a nervous laugh. Pushing the door back shut before he saw anything.

Disappointed Sanji walked back towards the kitchen. Just a stubbed toe...he could offer to kiss them and massage them for her. Anything for his Nami-swan, anything at all for her. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to look at her door. Was it his imagination or did he see someone in her bed? In fact he was sure he had seen the swordsman's treasured katanas on Nami's floor. No, he told himself. Nami would never be with that guy. His Nami wouldn't do that too him. But still…did he see something? He might have gone back to investigate, but Luffy was trying to sneak into the kitchen.

"Oi! Get away from the kitchen you bastard!" Sanji shouted aiming a kick at Luffy.

Nami leaned against the door and sank down to the ground. Had they? No! It couldn't be true! Why did she drink so much last night? She moaned silently to herself. She tried to remember exactly what had happened last night, but failed. She stared at the sleeping lump on her bed and felt like crying or throwing up or even both. She shivered and looked around the room. On her desk were some playing cards and bottles of rum and grog. She stared at them and willed herself to remember what had happened. Maybe she wasn't to blame at all? Maybe he took advantage of her. She knew that was lie, she knew he wasn't the type to do such a thing.

Shakily, she rose to her feet and pulled on some clothes. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the room. Five minutes later, she found herself at the ships edge, just staring out into space. What had happened last night? She asked herself over and over again. What had happened?

Flashback

They-Zoro and Nami- were the unlucky ones. They had picked the two longest straws and had to stay behind and watch the ship. Scowling, Nami pouted. She had really wanted to go shopping. She could see a few cute stores from the ship and wanted to check them out. Sanji had offered to bring back some presents for his Nami-swan, which made her smile a little. But still she spent most of the time moping around the ship, whilst they were out.

He had been getting annoyed with her since they left. She kept walking around and sighing. As if it were some big crime that she was left behind. Hell woman, he thought. I had to stay here too. And with you no less. She had made it impossible to take a nap. So he thought he would train. But she was making it difficult. He couldn't concentrate though, not with her constant sighing. Growling, he stomped over to her, hand on Kuina's katana. He so badly wanted to slice her in half, right now.

"Bitch" He screamed at her. "Keep it down"

"But I am bored!" Nami protested, sighing once more.

"Then go draw your stupid maps or something!

"They aren't stupid and I am not in the mood for map drawing!"

"Well you don't have to be so damn noisy."

"You don't have to be so damn ogre-ish!"

Zoro snarled, but knew it was no use to argue with her. She could go on for days. And she would win. She always wins. Glaring, he slinked away from her, going to the opposite side of the ship. Five minutes later, she was by his side. Growling he looked over to her.

"Play cards with me." It wasn't an invitation, more of command. Why the hell would she want him to play cards with her? Nami stood with her legs apart, hand on hip. He knew she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Fine" He grunted and got up.

Two hours later, it seemed as if they had played every card game on earth. And they had gone through quite a lot of alcohol as well. Bottles littered the floor and the table.

"Ah!" Nami said leaning back into her chair, finishing off another bottle. How had she had to drink now? She didn't know she had lost count; Zoro on the other hand, had had more than she.

"Lesh playth shhtripe pokah!" Slurred Nami, giggling. (Translation: Let's play strip poker"

"No" Zoro slurred back. "Ish don wantsh to see your nashy body" (Translation: I don't want to see your nasty body." It didn't matter though, Nami was dealing out the cards already and Zoro was too drunk to care. Soon both were down to their underwear. Drunk, it was hard to concentrate on your hand. Or even your opponent. Throwing her cards down, Nami giggled.

"Ish quish!" She shouted merrily and got up and twirled around her room. (Translation: I quit) Unfortunately for her, she couldn't stand up very well and promptly fell into Zoro's lap. Giggling she grinned up at him. He is so strong. She reached up and stroked his face with her hand.

He stared into her eyes, mesmerized. Had she always been this beautiful? He leaned towards her and kissed her lightly.

End Flashback.

Zoro opened his eyes. Gods, he hurt. It felt like someone had smashed his head with a hammer. He sat up and placed his feet on the ground. Spying his clothes, he slowly began too dress. Why did he drink so much last night? Wait, he thought, looking around through hazy eyes. This isn't the men's quarters. He spied the navigator's desk. Definitely not the men's quarters. Crap, he thought, she is going to charge me another b10000 for being in her room.

Hurriedly he threw on his clothes and ran over to the door, hoping to get out of there before she came in and caught him. His hand froze on the door knob. He had been in her bed and had been nude. How much had he drunk last night? He searched his mind frantically. What had he done? What had she done? What did they do together? Damn alcohol! He growled as he saw all the empty bottles. He looked back towards the bed, hoping that it would turn into the men's quarters. It didn't. It remained Nami's bed. And there staring at him mockingily, was his proof of what all happened last night. Without thinking, he slashed through the stained sheet, wanting to get rid of the evidence. It had been a moment of weakness for him. A weakness, he would not admit. Damn woman and her damn alcohol.

A month and half later

Nami sat hunched over the toilet, her breakfast filled the toilet. Moaning, she pushed her hair out of her eyes. She felt horrible. And she had been getting sick like this for the past week or so. It was just flu or something, she kept telling herself. She knew it wasn't true. She was late and her mind raced back to waking up next to him. Tears welled up in her eyes. Why me? She asked over and over again? Why? Why? Why? Why? Teary-eyed, she walked out of the bathroom and nearly tripped over Chopper.

"Nami?" the blue nosed doctor questioned. "Are you alright"

She nodded weakly "My stomach is just upset, that all" She assured him.

"I'll make you a potion." The little one said and scurried off to make her some medicine. She half-heartedly grinned at him, if only medicine could make it all better. Slowly she shuffled to her room. Exhausted, she didn't want to think anymore. She sat at her desk, trembling. What was she going to do?

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So my loyal readers. Wait first fanfic, I don't have loyal readers yet. Anywho, I wanted to make this a little bit of a reader interactive thing.

Hmm I was going to let you my dear readers tell me where to take this story. Whether or not I should have Nami run away or tell Zoro. But the rules say that is a nono. So I will have to decide it myself. I have both versions swimming around in the dark matter that is my mind. But which one do I like better? Eh, if you guys want to tell me want you would like to read, I won't hold it against you.

One final piece: Flame if you must. But you will have to clean up the ashes of my fanfic and soul!