A/N: Hee hee ... Nami's awesome. XD
Disclaimer: Don't own OP.
Zoro lay on his couch, looking upwards at the wood beams. He sighed gratefully. He had gone through grave danger and emerged alive. Rubbing his temples, he thought of various things. Kuina, Sanji, Sanji, and did I mention Sanji?
Why, Goddammit, why must I be attracted to that ero-cook? he berated himself.
"Why do I have do like him?" he asked himself.
"Who do you like, Zoro?" Nami asked him, sugar dripping from her every word. Damn that wench, Zoro thought.
Maybe he was going to be in even graver danger.