Sex, Tangerines and Chocolate

Chapter Two: Biting Your Tongues.

AN: Nyoshiiiiii! Minna-san! I'm very glad to see you are enjoying my little story thus far! Thank you very much! Without the support of you, the readers, I wouldn't have gotten this far!... Ano one more thing! I seem to have caused some confusion about the first chapter! One of my reviewers(thanks for the review by the way), thought that the girl in the prologue was Robin! No, the girl in the prologue is NAMI, NAMI!...ok? It was the bushido-san comment was it?...Just to clear this up, Nami does call Zoro bushido-san in one episode! (I, the author, am only personifying the name to make it a cute nickname in the story!) Sorry for the confusion...read on!

Disclaimer: I do not own one piece...and...I...runs away laughing hysterically...So sue me! I'm in denial.

"Zoooooooorooooooooooo!"

She was whining again.

"Come on! Listen to me!" she cried, pouting.

"Fine, fine, just don't hit me again like last time!" He rolled over facing the orange haired girl.

He caught the occasional slur of words, but didn't listen. He only thought to himself, about her. That is until his mind wandered to seemingly more important topics than her childish rants about this and that, and does this skirt make my legs look fat? He really didn't give a damn. What good was discussing an article of clothing with her, when all he really cared about was how to get it off.

"A-and then..." she stuttered, like a little girl.

On and on she droned. He eventually just closed his eyes, pretending to be interested.

"But then she said..."

Did his elbow itch?

"And I was like yeah right...".

Yeah it did.

"So she was like..."

I wonder how long I can go without scratching it?

He was fighting a battle he couldn't win. Gradually his hand made it's way to his itchy skin.

"ZORO!" He jumped, startled.

"You're not listening to me again!" She cried.

"Of course I am! Dammit woman! Don't always assume the worst of me!"

She knelt, eyeing him suspiciously, looking extremely confident.

"Fine, if you were listening to me...then what was I talking about?"

It was obvious she had one this argument. She knew losing to her always made him extremely frustrated. She loved it.

"Y-you were bitching and complaining again!"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Yes it does!"

"No it doesn't"

He fumed, looking at her as if to say: "Fine, you happy, you beat me?" Inwardly she laughed. That would never happen.

"Shhhhhhhhh...", she whispered, trying to settle down the fuming swordsman. They had to be quite. Luffy or Ussop, or god help us, Sanji might find them, and have a series of heart palpitations. If they were found like this, sprawled out on the deck, clinging to each other, and very, very alone, they would never hear the end of it.

"We have to be quite!" She continued, "Do you want anyone to find us?...Like this?"

His mouth, which was open wide ready to fire an arsenal of empty cusses and insults at her, closed slowly.

"We should get to bed anyway", he whispered, silently thinking he had won.

Nami chuckled. Men. She sighed. So he thought he had won, did he? The obvious contentment was written all over his face. Men. So hopeless and predictable.

She stood following him to the two hatches that led to the men and women's quarters.

"Time to settle the score," she said slowly.

"What?"

"Oh nothing...it's justthat it's kinda funny!"

"What's funny!" He demanded, he hated not knowing what was going on.

"It's funny that you would rather go to sleep in your old hammock, than in my nice , soft bed." ...she had him.

"Is that an invitation?" He sneered. She giggled, pushing him down into the hatch that led to the women's quarters.

"Nami one, Zoro zero".

There muffled chatter could be hears as they descended down the staircase.

"Hey, quite the convincing argument!...you ugly bear."

"Losers say what?"

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that one again!"

tap the sound of an orange mikan hit the ground silently. A small gasp escaped his lips in sharp echoes. This couldn't be true, it just couldn't.

"Why?" Was the last thing he heard himself asking into the night and dull lull of the waves, lapping against the side of the Going merry.

"Why?"

AN: Dun, dun, dun!...A cliffy...well sort of! Can you guess who it is? Sorry for any spelling, grammar, punctuation and etc. mistakes! I was so inspired by a little taste of positive feedback that I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning updating!...Gah! I'm socially deprived!

Anywayz please review, and look forward to the next chapter! Please and thank you!