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Title: For all the sacrifices he made for them
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Word count: 1,727
Warnings: spoilers for the current arc and recent chapters
Characters: Nami, Sanji
Summary: For all the sacrifices he made for them, she could make a little one for him.

"He's heavy!" was Nami's first thought as she hoisted their imbecile cook on her back. The walls and the ceiling around her were threatening to fall apart at any moment and the floor underneath her feet was roaring. She needed to get out of here fast. She didn't know what was happening on this island, though it wasn't difficult to get the idea. Luffy didn't waste time to wreck havoc on Germa Kingdom. Yet, she couldn't repress the unpleasant feeling that was growing more and more in her chest. Both Big Mom and the Germa 66 army might be a bit tough to take on for them, as much as she hated to admit it. Nevertheless, nothing stopped them from getting back one of their own before. She could only hope that Luffy would make the smart decision so they could all escape safe and sound. He might be an idiot, but she never hesitated to put her faith in him.

Speaking of one of their own... She had found their current troublemaker, just like she had wanted to... Except that he was unconscious and covered in bruises and blood, probably with a few broken bones as well, unaware of the structure about to collapse, as if his opponent had left him there to take care of him later. She had managed to sneak inside the main castle unnoticed, certain that Sanji was here. He wasn't on Whole Cake Island despite everything they had been through to get to him. After many struggles, they quickly realized that fighting every single enemy that stood in their way was a waste of precious time and they didn't have much of it. She remembered that dread that had made her shudder up to her bones when they thought that Robin was going to be wrenched away from them. It was like Enies Lobby all over again, they could only run and fight, and hope that they would be fast enough. She didn't even want to think about what could happen if they didn't.

"Only you can find Sanji and bring him back home, Nami! I'm counting on you!"

She disliked having so much pressure on her shoulders, their cook's fate depended on her. But, as they said, captain's orders. She would carry Sanji, no matter how heavy he was on her shoulders.

His arms fell around both sides of her neck up to her chest ("This is the closest he will get to it and he's not even awake..." She thought with slight amusement.), his head rested forward on her shoulder and she could feel faint breaths against her nape. She winced; he looked and sounded like he was on death's doorsteps and there was nothing she could do. His life was in her hands.

So she lifted him and started walking. His feet were dragging across the floor because of his endlessly long legs and slowing her, but she didn't pay attention. It would not stop her. Rubbles were falling from the ceiling, sometimes scraping her bare arms or her cheeks. She could feel a thin trail of blood sliding down her face. But she kept going. The cook was a total dead weight on her bent and tormented back and she sometimes had to stop for a few seconds as he was about to fall. But she kept going. Never dropping him, never slowing down. Each of her muscles hurt, but she wouldn't stop.

"Na-Nami... Leave me... Or you're going to get crushed..."

Another explosion far away almost prevented her from hearing his hissed whispers. The building growled once more, louder than before, but she only had ears for his pained voice.

"Don't be stupid! I'm not going to leave you there, everyone is waiting to beat you up because you're an idiot so we're getting out!"

Namely, she had a lot of beating up and scolding to do. She just didn't want to show him any weakness right now so she preferred yelling at him. Truth was, she felt any hope she had shattering, ready to break at any moment. Seeing him so wounded made her want to fall apart, he was one of the pillars of their little family, always here to save the day, strong enough to protect them, smart enough to deceive their enemies. But she swallowed back her tears. She still had his sweet smile in her mind, promising them to be back, even though his eyes had been lying at that moment. He had been ready to sacrifice himself, once again, and he was doing it again now.

"When are you going to understand that your life is as valuable as ours, Sanji?" She muttered, but didn't receive an answer. He seemed to have fallen into deep slumber again.

She finally got out of an almost endless corridor, after what seemed hours of difficult walking and dragging his almost corpse. ("Don't think about things like that, Nami..." She said to herself.) She stumbled upon totally destroyed stairs and unfortunately, it was the only way out, she was sure of it. Now, what to do?

"Apparently, a sly cat managed to steal what supposedly belongs to the Vinsmokes."

She jumped, so abruptly that Sanji let out a pained groan. A man with curly eyebrows was standing behind her, right at the entrance of the corridor she had come from. Which one was it? Ichiji, Niji? How long had he been following her? He was slowly applauding, falsely impressed with a mocking smile.

"Unfortunately for her, I'm here to take it back."

Nami gritted her teeth, anger burning in her eyes. How could this guy talk about his brother that way? She knew nothing about Sanji's childhood, but the more she learned, the more she wanted to beat them up. And the worse was that he had never mentioned it. "Hey guys, I had a really shitty childhood with a fucked up family of assassins!" Somehow she understood why he didn't. However, they were going to have a long talk after the end of this. She grabbed her Climat Tact with her right hand, holding Sanji's arm with her left one.

"You can try if you want."

"How about a deal? I've heard you are a quite greedy woman."

How dared he!... Did he just think he could buy Sanji from her? She frowned and glared, almost growling like a feral cat she was nicknamed after. She knew she was blushing from a whole myriad of emotions. Humiliation, hatred, but also fear.

"Now, don't make that face. I'm just offering you a chance to run away with your prize, like a good thief."

Bargain? Yes, she could do that, it was her specialty. But she had nothing to offer. She stayed silent for a few minutes, staring intensely at her enemy. Then she decided.

Sanji's life was not something to put a price on.

"How about you get lost?"

She didn't want to listen to his conditions. She didn't want to listen to him at all. She was getting out of this hell with Sanji and this guy wasn't going to stand in her way.

"Na... Nami, let me deal with him..."

The weight on her back shifted. The idiot was trying to straighten himself. He could barely stand, but he did, sliding down his arms from her shoulders, pushing her behind him. His eyes were unfocused, his legs were shaking with exhaustion and drops of blood were falling one by one and tainting the stone floor. Somehow it ignited her anger even more. She didn't spend two years alone only to be pushed aside.

She acted fast. Tripping him was an easy task. He started to fall, as if in slow motion and before he did, she pushed him behind her. She gave another slight push, towards the broken stairs. It was alright. He would survive the fall, it was only a floor. They had worse, he had worse. He might get knocked out once again from the impact, but if Nami was sure of one thing, it was that the crew wasn't far behind. Someone would find him. It was just how they worked, relying on each other.

It took him a few seconds to realize her intentions and when he did, it was already too late. He was already falling down below. His face distorted into a heartbreaking and horrified expression. He reached out to her, screaming her name. She gave him her sweetest smile.

"You get out of here, Sanji. Those are the captain's orders."

He disappeared from her view.

"So that's your way of stalling for time! Do you really think you can defeat me," the assassin laughed, "thief? Once I'm done with you, I'll come back for him."

She swallowed with difficulty. Her smile was gone now. Deep inside, she knew he was right. There was no way she'd win, unless a miracle happened. Yet, she gripped her staff even harder with newfound determination. She thought about Sanji, his many sacrifices. That time he threw himself before Enel in Skypiea, that time he got stabbed protecting her during Thriller Bark, that time he stood between Kuma and Brook and Usopp at Sabaody. That time he kicked them out of Capone's body. She couldn't win and yet...

"For all the sacrifices he made for us, I can make a little one for him."

She looked around her. Everything was falling apart. Perhaps it was only a few minutes before the building totally collapsed. It was a fine castle, the one where Sanji had grown up. Too bad it had met her wrath.

She twirled her staff between her fingers, calling the weather for help. Clouds began to form above their heads.

"Hmm? What are those for? Trying to bring me down with thunder?"

"If I can, that's surely a bonus. I'm going to bring this whole place down a bit faster. Surely you wouldn't mind staying with me to enjoy the show?" She smirked.

She was going to destroy everything, even if it meant burying herself under the ruins. She had to make sure her opponent, even if it was Sanji's brother, went down with her.

She would destroy it all, Sanji's childhood home, all those awful memories he had and his ties with his family. He would come home with her, knowing that nothing would threaten him again.

Everyone needs a badass Nami and a reverse situation. I wonder if Oda will do something like that during this arc.

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