Hallo and welcome back!
Glad you're not sick of this thing already. As always a huge thank you to Rexica because she managed to beta this!
Sorry it's short...
Nami scowled at the filthy little thing in front of her. Kid beamed as if her scowl wasn't something to be afraid of. As if it didn't inherently carry the threat of a thunderbolt cooking your insides. As if the damn brat knew she had nothing to fear from her, because no matter if she was covered in dirt from head to toe, her brand new clothes ruined beyond repair and her hair crusted with everything from today's breakfast to machine oil, she was still the most adorable thing she'd ever seen. No matter that she looked just like her idiot father… not that one could see that under a pound of dirt.
Ever since the girl had started crawling, no patch of dirt was safe. She was a fucking magnet. Didn't matter that the ship was freshly cleaned. If just one of the dickheads had left out just one cranny, this kid was going to find it and dive in head first.
When the girl had learned to stand, she had hoped things would get better. Had started to buy her pretty little dresses, designer pants. She was a girl after all, and girls always wanted to be pretty. She'd been sure that now that she didn't have to crawl anymore, it would be a worthwhile investment. After all, she wouldn't want to dirty those pretty clothes, and since there were no more knees scraping over the wood, no more rips.
She had been wrong. Not only had the brat inherited her father's looks but apparently also his blatant disregard for his own safety, hygiene, and fashion. Just why couldn't this cutie be a little more like her mother? The elegant and fashionable part of her mother, not the cool morbidity. Even though her vocabulary was very limited, the girl did show those tendencies on occasion.
Nami sighed and picked the squealing dirtball up by the scruff if her neck, bringing her to her eye level.
"Just how did you manage to get only the worst stuff from your parents," she asked, not expecting an answer.
She got one though, muddy hands slapped both her cheeks accompanied by a happy giggle and the only words she knew. "Marimo, fuck."
"Fucking marimo, indeed," she grumbled before turning on her heels to search for the good for nothing.
When she found his lazy ass napping under the lawn deck's tree, she dumped his filthy little spawn on his chest, his breathless gasp just barely helping to ease her irritation.
"There, you take her shopping. See if I care if she's running around in her marimo father's rags."
Smacking her dirty hands against her father's cheeks, she squealed again, not giving a single fuck that she was still pissed or that she'd been thrown around like a ragdoll.
"Marimo!"
Hope you liked that one!
In two weeks the little bird will show her true colours, which is very concerning to Usopp! The chapter may or may not be betaread, I decided not to care ^^'
Now, for all of you who came from Shoganai, in case you were wondering what Zoro would do about the Kitetsu problem if he hadn't gloriously fucked up and fallen in love with Robin, I wrote a little ZoTash fic called Scars On The Back. Is it vain to write an au to your own au? Probably. But I had fun writing it. ...please don't ask me about The Ghost From His Past... I've hit a wall with that... like... the ghost cherry poppin' was so good? All I write seems woefully lacking? Like I've peaked... ANYWAYS enough rambling, thanks for reading, any of my works, it means a lot to me!