A/N: IT'S ALIIIIVE! And by "it," I mean me. xD Yes, I'm back, and I'm sorry for the horrible delay! Finals came and went successfully, but then my internship kicked in. It's kicking me in the ass, that's what. But I've finally found some free time! So let me shut up so you good folks can read!

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Disclaimer: Yeah, not mine. Never has been, never will.

Reunion, Part 1

Zoro laid completely prostrate right in the middle of the lawn deck.

He was surprised that no one else had done the same the minute they left Fish-Man Island. He obviously couldn't have been the only one who was exhausted. However, there was still the matter of returning to the ocean's surface. It was only after that when every member of the Straw Hats decided to turn in and get some well-deserved rest.

Zoro didn't even have the intention of making it to the crow's nest. As everyone else disappeared into the Sunny, he opted to plop down onto the lawn deck right then and there. He first laid there face flat, inhaling the scent of the fresh grass. He couldn't help but smile a little. He thought that Franky always did a good job of tending to everything on the ship, even if it was something as simple as mowing the lawn.

Zoro wasn't sure how much time had passed before he turned onto his back. He put his hands behind his head and looked up at the night sky. He could feel his one good eye sag a little, wanting to close, and he knew that the minute it did, he'd succumb to sleep in an instant.

It didn't take very long at all.

Usually, Zoro's mind slipped into a blank state before he entered a dream, but this time was different. He found himself standing in a field of sunflowers. Some were so tall that they loomed over his head. They were beautiful and blinding as the sun illuminated their golden petals. The field was so dense that Zoro couldn't see anything beyond it. The place was incredible.

Zoro shielded his eyes with his left hand to avert the light. His right hand rested on his hip where his swords would normally be. Normally. Zoro looked down and blinked in surprise but not at the fact that his cherished weapons were missing. He didn't even worry about where they might have been. What surprised him the most was what he wore.

Instead of his long, green coat and red sash, Zoro wore a bright, white robe and black sandals. Underneath the robe, he wore a very soft, blue shirt. He touched the material of both pieces of clothing. They had to have been made of pure silk to be so soft. He had never worn anything like them in his whole life.

It was then that Zoro looked up again. However, almost immediately, he let out a very uncharacteristic yelp and stumbled backward. His gut told him to go for his swords, but he ended up grasping nothing but air. He muttered a string of curses. Finally, he calmed down enough to see what had suddenly appeared right in front of him. Or who.

It was a certain, orange-haired navigator.

Nami burst into laughter, her long curls bouncing a little as she threw her head back. Zoro grit his teeth and clenched his fists, and he could swear that his face felt really warm all of the sudden.

"What? Did I scare you?" Nami giggled.

"Shut up! You weren't there at first, and now you are!" Zoro protested.

"Uh huh. Say what you want." Nami said as she rolled her eyes. Zoro opened his mouth again to defend himself, but he stopped. He was now very conscious of her presence, and so many thoughts raced through his mind, one above all.

She's here. Again…

Nami wore a very similar outfit to Zoro's. No. The exact outfit: a pure, white robe and black sandals. The only difference was that her robe was closed up near the top. The colors of her hair and that robe contrasted each other in such a huge way that it put the sunflowers around them to shame. Zoro lacked the words to describe just how amazing she looked, and even if he had them, he probably wouldn't voice them.

Not even his dream self would do that.

"Uh, hello?" Nami asked, waving a hand in front of Zoro's face. "You still in there?" Zoro waved his own hand to keep hers away from his face.

"Don't do that, woman." he told her.

Suddenly, Nami had a very thoughtful expression on her face. Her hand was still slightly in front of her while Zoro's had returned to his side. Zoro looked at her hand and back to her eyes.

"What?"

Nami reached out very slowly. She looked at Zoro nervously, making eye contact with him. Maybe she was trying to see if he would push her away as he did before. But, this time, Zoro remained still. He was wondering where she was going with this. The very tips of Nami's fingers finally touched the skin under Zoro's left eye. The one that was now scarred.

"How did this happen?" she asked quietly.

"It's nothing." Zoro murmured.

"Did it happen during your training?" she pressed.

"Yes." Zoro answered, although he was sure it was obvious. Nami finally let her hand fall, but not very far. She was grabbing the sleeve of Zoro's robe, staring at him intently. It seemed like she wasn't finished speaking.

"Well?" Zoro prompted.

"Well, what?" Nami asked a little too quickly.

"You have something to say. Out with it." Zoro told her. Nami sighed a little, her eyes now aimed toward the ground. Zoro waited patiently for her to collect her thoughts. At last, she looked up at him again.

"Do you dream about me a lot?"

Zoro's eye widened, and his face and neck felt hot now. He was embarrassed. He hated feeling embarrassed. He turned his head away defiantly.

"That's none of your business."

"Then why am I here now, Zoro?!" Nami almost demanded.

Noticing the harsh tone in her voice, Zoro's head whipped back to look at her. He studied her face. A small fraction of his brain almost thought that she looked… cute. She purposely puffed her cheeks a little, and her eyes were slightly narrowed at him. Zoro also noticed just how red her cheeks were now. A small, devilish smile crossed his face.

"Do you dream about me?" he countered.

"We're in YOUR dream, not mine! Don't change the subject!" Nami exclaimed.

"So you do?" Zoro continued. He felt himself inching closer to her.

Nami's face returned to normal, but that didn't mean that the hue in her cheeks disappeared. She turned her face away a little, pouting.

"Maybe." she muttered.

Zoro took her chin in between his index finger and thumb, and he brought her face back. They couldn't have been more than a foot away from each other now.

"Even for the last two years?" he asked softly. Nami rested her hands on his chest, still afraid to look at him.

"… Even before that." she admitted. Zoro's hands moved to cup Nami's face as he closed the distance between them. Her eyes finally met his. Nami was right; they were in his dream. In his dream, he could have anything he wanted, despite what was happening in the real world. He could have anything.

He could have her.

But, out of nowhere, Nami pulled away and started nudging him on the shoulder.

"Zoro? Hey, get up!" she told him harshly. Zoro was beyond confused.

The next thing he knew, Zoro was back on the Thousand Sunny, totally disoriented. It was still night time. At first, he thought his body was moving because the ship was going over some choppy waves or something. Yet, sure enough, the nudging that continued.

And sure enough, Nami was there.

Zoro sat up rapidly, nearly hitting her head with his own. She moved away just in time to avoid the collision. He was breathing heavily. He stared at Nami as she now sat away from him, her legs tucked underneath her.

"What the hell are you doing, woman?!" Zoro yelled.

"SHHHH. Do you wanna wake the whole ship up?!" Nami hissed at him. Zoro crossed his legs in front of him, folding his arms across his chest.

"How many times… do I have to tell everyone NOT to be so close to me while I'm sleeping?" Zoro asked in a low voice.

"Sorry." Nami told him. Zoro let out a huge breath and scratched the back of his head.

"What'd you wake me up for, anyway?" he asked. What he really wanted to ask was why she had to interrupt when his dream had gotten to the best part. Then again, this was the real Nami, not some figment of his imagination. Zoro's eye met hers before she spoke.

"I… just wanted to make sure you were okay. I thought you had passed out."

"I'm fine." Zoro assured her. She smiled at him and nodded. Zoro scoffed, but grinned.

Zoro remembered the first time he saw Nami again. He remembered flying through the mangroves of Sabaody with Luffy, the ero-cook and Chopper. He remembered how excited everyone looked onboard the Sunny. But, Zoro especially remembered Nami. How she waved her arms in the air with the widest smile. How her hair now fell to her lower back instead of her shoulders. And her new outfit… if Zoro thought that she liked showing her skin before…

"Zoro… you're staring at me."

Upon hearing Nami's voice, Zoro snapped out of it and looked away with another scoff.

"I got lost in thought."

"You? Thinking? Is that even possible?" Nami teased him. Zoro scowled at her, his face feeling uncomfortably warm once more, just like it had in his dream.

Yet, he hadn't noticed that Nami moved toward him on all fours. She sat in front of him now and crossed her legs just as he had. Then, she reached out and touched his face just under his left eye, exactly as she had in his dream.

"How did this happen?" she asked in genuine curiosity.

This was becoming too weird for Zoro. It was an exact repeat of what had just transpired in his dream. But, this was the real world. This was the real Nami. He was sure of it.

This time, however, Zoro grasped her wrist, and he answered calmly.

"It's nothing."

He expected the dialogue to resume just as he thought it would, with Nami asking if he had received his scar during training. However, Nami stayed silent. She gazed at Zoro's hand around her wrist. Her cheeks were red as she looked back at him.

"Um… Zoro?" she whispered.

"What?"

"You realize what you're doing, right?"

That was Zoro's confirmation. Right there. This was in fact the real world. This was the real Nami. And he was touching her. As though his body was moving on its own, Zoro moved his hand to where their fingers laced together. This was the real deal. Why would he stop now?

"Why are you really out here, Nami?" he asked.

"I…" she trailed off. Zoro traced circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. He kept watching her, waiting for her to speak again. But, he was also marveling at how soft her skin was.

"I missed you." Nami said.

Zoro's thumb froze in place. He gazed at her, almost not believing what he was hearing. Her entire face and neck were red now as she squeezed his hand a little.

"I was so worried about not seeing you again. Not seeing everyone again." Nami continued. "And then, Luffy sent us his message."

Zoro nodded in understanding, but not at what she was saying. He was coming to terms with his own thoughts. He knew that no matter what was happening in the real world, he could still have whatever he wanted. He could still have the title of greatest swordsman in the world if he worked his hardest and never lost again. He could still protect his nakama and have grand adventures with them.

He now realized that he could also have Nami. But only if she wanted him to.

Zoro took her other hand into his and pulled a little. Nami looked at him with a confused expression on her face, but she didn't fight him. Zoro guided Nami to sit in his lap. He placed his hands on her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I didn't think Luffy was serious at first." Zoro commented as though nothing had happened. Nami laughed nervously. Her legs were now wrapped around Zoro's waist.

"Of course not." she said lightly. "It's Luffy."

Zoro decided not to say anything. Instead, he buried his face into her neck, lining kisses up her throat and to her jawline.

"Zoro, what are we doing?" Nami whispered, her breathing becoming erratic.

"You mean what am I doing?" Zoro corrected her as he paused from his kisses. His lips and Nami's were dangerously close now. The navigator could only nod in response. One of Zoro's hands moved up, and he tangled his fingers into Nami's hair.

He chose not to say another word. He closed the gap between them, and he pressed his lips against hers.

A/N: So, there we are! AT LAST! And that was only part 1. ;) Hopefully, I won't be too long in getting part 2 up here in an orderly fashion! I haven't even finished the Fish-Man Island arc, but I just had to write these two post-time skip. I'm in love with their new looks! :D Anywho, reviews are much appreciated as always! I'll be back soon!