a/n: I decided to make this a short, comic relief chapter. dodges thrown objects Mwah ha ha! too late! on with the chappie!
Random Thoughts
from the Author
...Confusious say...raccons are fuzzy...
"Pain" Ch.6
In the next week Sanji and Nami were brought to levels of giddyness they never before thought possible. The crew had set out to sail the open sea again; most with expectations of a fairly normal voyage,
(Well...as normal as normal gets for them.) but they soon discovered that things were not quite the same between the resident chef and navigator. It started out with random outbursts of the phrase 'Olive Juice.'
The pair in question would explain it away as an inside joke, but couldn't account for their inexplicable happiness. One day, Luffy even accidentally spilled tea on one of the maps that Nami was working on and the
day ended without bloodshed. However, there were quite a few theories floating around among the crew members who weren't clued in;...hey...at least they weren't bored.
XOXOXO
"Nami, can I talk to you?", Chopper asked in a nervous voice. "Sure.", she replied with an overly excited smile that the crew was becoming more and more used to seeing.
"Ok...so...u-uhhh...yeah,"ummm...you-you've been r-really happy lately...and...and..." , the doctor stuttered as he twiddled his hooves. "And?", Nami inquired with a quizical look.
"So...um...are you on drugs?", he said. " 'Cause drugs are bad." ...a moment of silence..."OF COURSE I'M NOT ON DRUGS!", she said with a, now rare, outburst of her usual temper.
"S-s-sorry!", Chopper stuttered out as he ran as fast as his little hooves could carry him.
XOXOXO
'I wonder what I should cook for lunch.', Sanji thought to himself as he strolled about the deck. 'I'm kind of in the mood for-' "Oi! Get in here Shit-cook!", Zolo growled as he pushed Sanji down the ladder to the
men's quarters. "What the hell, Bastard!", the startled cook shouted after getting over the shock of his sudden 7-foot fall.. Zolo then jumped down as well. "We all want to know what the hell's been going on with
you and Nami!", the swordman said as he leaned back against the wall. The chef then allowed a very sly look to play across his face. "What's the matter? Jealous?", he asked as he lit a cigarette. "So you admit it?",
Zolo accused. "Yes, the lovely Nami-san and I are romantically linked, but please do try and be discreet.", the chef said as his cigarette smoke turned into little hearts. "I can't believe it...", the swordsman replied
shaking his head. "You ARE jealous", Sanji said still wearing his sly grin. "Well...why the hell should you get the only woman on the ship?", he snapped. "Hmph. Like Nami-san would ever be dumb enough to
get involved with a Marimo like you. Or any other woman for that matter.", he replied blowing smoke in the disgruntled swordsman's face.
Then, Zolo turned red. REALLY red; and not from the smoke either. "Holy Shit, you're a vir-", Sanji began. "NO I'M NOT!", Zolo interrupted. "Yes you are!", he insisted. "Well...I never had time to date
growing up. I was too busy becoming a great swordsman.", he replied; defeated. "It all makes sense now. You work out so much to deal with all of the built up sexual tension.", the Love-cook said thoughtfully.
"Shut up!", Zolo said; still blushing. "Aww. Come on. Hey, as long as you've got your hair you'll always your magical leprechaun powers.", Sanij said. (Ok...that sounds more like something that I would say than
something he would. ;) Zolo just stared at him for a moment. "Chopper's right. You guys are on drugs."
(aww! Male bonding! How sweet!)
TO BE CONTINUED