((A/N: GAH! Okay, I got this virus right before I was going to update. I mean... the DAY before I was going to update. So, I had to rewrite the ending again! It took me forever to remember what I wrote the first time. I like it better this way though. Almost done with the story my little readers! Enjoy and Review!))

"Sora! I'm sorry! Aw, please don't be mad at me!" Zoro said watching Sora slam the cabin door behind her.

Sora walked into the boy's room and grabbed a pair of Zoro's clothes. Putting on the button up shirt and baggy shorts she laughed at herself in the mirror. She looked like a tourist. Stomping off into the girl's room, she stood in front of the mirror and began re-adjusting the outfit so it looked cute.

Rolling up the buttoned Hawaiian print t-shirt, she tied it above her stomach and cut off the bottoms of Zoro's shorts. "Slicing up the last of my clothes! I'll just take his!" She cut it off until they were short-shorts and walked out of the cabin. She passed Zoro, and leaned over the side of the boat, with a small smile. She knew she looked really cute dressed like this and she did this on purpose, just to make Zoro agitated.

Zoro walked over to Sora, trying not to notice that she was wearing his clothes and she had cut them up to reveal a lot of skin. "I'm sorry about your clothes." Zoro said staring out at the sunset.

Sora looked at him, with a small smile playing across her lips. "I don't think you are. You just wanted to play, and you didn't care. So, I cut up your favorite shorts." She said with triumph.

"So I've noticed." Zoro pouted as he looked at them.

Sora stood on her toes and planted a quick kiss on his lips, "I love you." She said, surprising both her and Zoro. "Did I just say that out loud!" She asked, staring at him.

Zoro hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips, "Yes you did, and I love you too."

Sora squealed with delight as Zoro twirled her around.

Nami came out from where ever she had been hiding and walked into the kitchen, there she found Sanji stirring the dinner. She quickly looked around to make sure nobody else was in the room, before quietly walking into the kitchen and shutting the door behind her.

"Sanji?" Nami asked, making him freeze what he was doing and turn around.

"Yeah?" Sanji asked, looking at Nami stand there and stare at the floor.

"I, uh, I just wanted you to know that I…" Nami heard Sanji turn off the stove and take off his apron. "It's just that I…"

Sanji walked over to her and bit on his cigarette. "Yeah?"

"I uh… wanted to know if you wanted to… hang out?" She asked looking up at him.

Sanji walked over to the table, and sat down. "Sure."

Nami walked over to the table and sat down in front of him, "I also wanted to say that, that I, I…"

Sanji was sitting on the edge of the seat, noticing Nami starting to blush.

"I hate yogurt and the shampoo that I use is passion fruit and I really really like you and-" Nami clapped her hands over her mouth, she couldn't believe she had just said it like that.

Sanji calmly took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it in the ashtray. He then went really rigid and fell on the floor, with hearts in his eyes. "Nami said she really likes me! Me! She likes me! Oh…" He rolled around on the floor, letting that statement forever sink into his mind. When he was done he slunk back into the seat and leaned across the table gazing at her, "Are you serious?"

Nami stared at him, her hands still on her mouth. She nodded slowly.

Sanji once again fell onto the floor and started rolling around. He rolled over to the door, "She's serious! She's really, really serious!" He raised his hand and locked the door and rolled back over to the seat and slunked back into it. Sitting up once more he leaned across the table and stared at Nami, who was blushing furiously and refused to remove her hands from her mouth. Reaching across the table, he tucked a strand of hair behind Nami's ear and smiled. "That makes me so happy…" Sanji said staring at her.

Before Nami knew was she was doing, she took her hands off her mouth and stroked Sanji's hair. And then acting totally unlike herself, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and full on kissed him. After thirty seconds or so, Nami's hands flew back onto her mouth and she blushed in embarrassment.

Sanji died right there on the table, drooling all over.

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