Angst, anyone? LN of course.
Letters
Luffy had never written a letter. He never wrote anything else on a piece of paper other than his name and probably the date, but it's been a heck of a long time since he followed the days and months at sea. And of course, there were times when he wrote disastrously long lists of food on a used napkin that was to be given to Sanji the next time the cook goes shopping. But really, nothing significant enough to be remembered.
Now with his hands bloody and his forehead sweaty and his heart thump thump thumping beneath his eardrums, a parchment was laid before him on a mahogany desk, the quill and inkpot placed beside it.
"Write now, or never."
Someone behind him said that. He didn't know who it was. Maybe it was no one at all. Maybe it was merely his conscience that had whispered in his ear, telling him to go on forward without flinching at every bloody papercut because what's important now isn't him what's important now are his nakama not him not him not him.
"Give them a reason for you to leave them. And we'll leave them alone."
Words, said in a cold and calculating tone. Yet a sense of truth truth truth was detected, promising him the safety of his nakama, the people he cared most in the world – Zoro who hid beneath his roughness. Sanji with his everlasting charm. Robin who pained more than the others. Usopp and Chopper who made the days brighter and merrier and funnier.
And Nami.
Nami.
Nami Nami Nami.
"Are you listening, Monkey D. Luffy?"
Oh…..
Luffy swallowed the words he wanted to say, and picked up his quill, and started to write.
OOO
Two letters in a yellow envelope, both written in messy scrawls.
One they opened together, the other she opened alone.
No one reacted decently, as they had a bit of a brawl.
But the lovely navigator stayed silent, and left, feeling forlorn.
OOO
Nami,
It feels weird to be writing you a letter, alone, but if I didn't then you'd all think there was something wrong, but there isn't. If I had only given one letter then there'd be more of a chance of you guys following me and I don't want that to happen. I know what we promised together, with the barrel of rum after Loguetown, but I don't need to bring you to get closer to my goal. If you think about it, our dreams are different in more ways than one, and sooner or later we'd have to part and go our own ways.
So why not now?
I hope you understand. The sooner, the better, isn't it? You never could see the bad things in me, Nami. Everyone thought we were the closest, but you didn't really understand me. But it's okay, Nami. You tried, and that was enough for me. I won't forget everything you taught me, and I won't forget you. But I hope you forget about me.
-- Monkey D. Luffy