Chapter 2

A/n: Well thanks for the reviews and favs listings. I really enjoy reading your comments. Please keep them coming.

Well I am back from summer vacation and totally broke- that means I will be staying home and writing a good deal this summer. Lucky for you!

So to those who are worried about Zoro being a bad guy in this fic- he never is the bad guy. Like in the anime, Zoro's character is one that likes to get both Nami and Sanji mad. This fic is no different. There really is no bad guy in the fic. Anyway, on to the next chapter!

Long after Sanji fell asleep with her securely in his arms, Nami laid there unable to sleep.

She didn't know what to say... How could she tell him about part of her past if it would upset him? He seemed to think so highly of her and that they were each other's firsts. What did it matter; firsts, seconds, or even thirds… love was something special. And he was right about that. There was no doubting that her nights with him were on a completely different level… but still how would he take the news…

Somehow she must have passed out and sleep finally claimed her because the next thing she knew Sanji was getting out of bed. Like usual the blond cook would roll out of bed, trying to be quiet. Placing a kiss to her head he would leave and begin breakfast.

Nami rolled over and tried to return to sleep, but it didn't come.

Getting flustered would not help her, so instead she got up. Stretching, Nami decided what she needed was to clear her mind and figure out how to talk to Sanji. The best place to do that was in her mini mikan grove.

Leaving her room, she was welcomed to the new day with a slight breeze blowing past her. The sunrise was always a refreshing thing to watch. From time to time Sanji would join her before prepping breakfast and they would watch it together.

On her way up the steps to her grove, she was so enchanted with the sunrise that she didn't notice the other person napping in the dawn light.

Nearly tripping on one of the swords on the floor, Nami caught herself.

"Damn it! I nearly fell on that stupid sword!" Nami growled and kicked the sleeping swordsman. Zoro slowly opened one of his eyes and frowned.

"Woman… you're lucky I haven't had breakfast yet or else you'd by dead." His voice was a sleepy snarl, but Nami didn't seem to care about his threat.

"I'm not in the mood." Nami said back and continued to walk over the sleeping man.

"Ah? Trouble in Pansy Paradise?" He smirked and sat up, both eyes open and strangely awake. Nami struggled to not jump on him and strangle the lazy man.

"None of your business."

"No, I guess not, but it might be his… and you know how blind he can be."

"Why do you care about the two of us? Do you have something against people being happy? Against me finally being happy?" She nearly blew up at him, her arms were out.

"So you aren't going to tell him?"

Nami's boiling point was surpassed with that comment and she turned to look at him, wishing she had something sharp to throw at him.

"What the hell does it have to do with you? Tell me! Oh, wait, that's right, you enjoy making my life hell!" She needed to get out of there before she broke down in front of Zoro. There was only so much she could take at the moment…

"I love him… yeah, he wasn't my first in some aspects, but he is the first that I really care about… if you could open your eyes and see that instead of the double standard you have, you could see why it's hard for me to tell him… because …I… my past might make me a whore, but what about the other way around? Why can you do it and everything be fine?"

"Hey now…" Zoro was rather shocked and taken back. He was a little afraid she was going to start crying on him… there was something about crying women that got to him… hoping to get her back to normal, Zoro smiled. Instead of making her cry, he hoped to get her back angry at him. He decided he must be masochistic or something, he actually enjoyed getting her to yell at him.

"It doesn't matter. Women are free to do whatever they want in my book. Besides, most guys like women with a little experience. He sure seems to not be complaining." Zoro saw that his words didn't seem to be helping, so he thought maybe lightening the mood with a joke would help. "And you must really like him because you don't seem to be charging him…."

He didn't get to say any more when her hand connected with his face and sent him off balance. He caught himself before he fell over; he had not expected her slap to be that powerful.

Nami stormed off without a word and returned to her room, leaving a stunned swordsman in her wake.

Yep, definitely a masochist.

The day continued on without too much more in the way of incidents; just the normal amount of kitchen raid attempts, and a few others. Sanji had breakfast served and the kitchen cleaned when he brought a tray down for Nami. He didn't understand what was going on between Nami and Zoro. The first thing he noticed was the dark bruise on the swordsman's face and then Nami's refusal to leave their bed.

He tried all his usual tricks on getting her out of bed, but nothing seemed to work. Giving up, he left the tray and returned to the kitchen.

His mind was trying to come up with reasons why Nami would go this far just because of a comment from Zoro. There had to be something else bothering her.

Nami had been sitting in bed for three hours straight. Doing nothing… and being pathetic. At the moment she was letting herself get worked up about something as meaningless as this. Sanji would understand. He might not be ok at first, but he wasn't really the sort of person who would hate her, right?

Getting up out of bed, Nami decided to not let her past ruin her life again. She had survived far too much to give up now and let a few comments from a worthless annoyance send her into a depressed state.

Leaving her room, Nami appeared on deck, right in time to see the ship successfully finish docking. The crew was going to port for two days to get supplies and then continue on. She had nearly forgotten about the stop. Thankfully Usopp was half decent at the docking procedures and she really wasn't needed for this task. Looking up at the kitchen she could hear the noises inside. Sanji was yelling at the others and giving them what she could only assume to be a list.

The docking fee was paid and the crew was excited to get some shore time. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper were indeed given a short list and a limited amount of money; no doubt the captain would try and spend money on food, so Chopper and Usopp were given strict orders to watch their captain closely.

Nami hid behind the door and watched as her childish friends ran off the boat. And so too did her confidence.

Sanji stood in the kitchen cleaning the dishes silently. Dealing with Luffy and the others was causing him a headache. On top of that, he had not been his normal self all morning. And he knew exactly the cause of his uneasiness. Last night their little conversation in the kitchen had upset her. He was not exactly sure how the conversation went from making Nami an extra special treat to her supposed past.

It bothered him greatly how Zoro took teasing her too far more often than not. And this time something he said had caused her to get quiet and turn away from him and most of the crew. He was not sure what was going on, but he knew deep down nothing in her past could change his mind on the present and their future… she should have known that, right?

Putting down his dish he noticed a flash of color from on deck. Looking out the window near the sink, Sanji saw his little thief sneak off ship. From the way she was walking and the speed, he assumed she did not want to be noticed or followed for that matter.

Knowing Nami and her need for space, Sanji had two options. He could allow her time to get over and work through whatever she needed to do. Or he could be the meddling boyfriend and help her get through whatever painful events Zoro's words had brought up.

Rubbing his face with his hands, Sanji sighed and made his decision.

The streets were full of people; many were shopping, others were strolling leisurely. The sun was shining and the day would have been perfect for a quiet picnic for two. And yet, she walked alone. She had thought getting off the ship before Sanji was done in the kitchen would give her some time to clear her mind; build up her confidence in their relationship… in herself… And yet this new atmosphere wasn't helping at all in figuring out her current dilemma.

Nami walked by the happy couples and the others on the street with her hands crossed below her chest, unintentionally pushing up her already large chest. Added to the short mini skirt hugging her hips, her top was making several of the passers by stop to take a look. She hated men some times. And she hated herself as well because she had often used her looks to get her out of a bind…

She stopped in her tracks after her stomach grumbled loudly. Noticing that she was indeed famished, she looked around to try and find something… something that wouldn't remind her of Sanji for the moment.

After a nice greasy sandwich from a street vendor, Nami's hunger was satisfied, but she was no closer to solving the greater problem. She tried hard to keep herself from blaming the relationship aspect of her life. She had never been in this situation to truly hate herself for her past. And she didn't want to keep thinking about all the mistakes and negative situations she had found herself in over the years. Sanji knew her life was not one she was fully proud of... the whole crew knew the majority of it. However it was the part that they didn't know that was haunting her.

She had been desperate... and stupid thinking that she could live herself after trying to supplement her money reserves with such a profession. Arlong and the others had suggested that she would be good at such a job... but after a short time she couldn't do it anymore.

The money she received was tainted... stealing money from pirates, thieves, and overall bad people was acceptable, but buying her village's freedom with money she was given was not.

A shiver ran up her back at the thought of what she had done. What she had tried to forget. Sanji had offered her a new start. Everything was different… she was different. But now, Zoro's words had brought up so much. She doubted he had intended to, but that was Zoro for you. He had a knack causing trouble.

But it really wasn't his fault…

She was so caught up in her own mind that she didn't hear the voice from behind calling her name. A hand on her shoulder caught her attention and turned her around quickly.

Rather angry with being abruptly interrupted, Nami was about to begin yelling at who ever grabbed on to her. Looking up with fire in her eyes, she opened her mouth to begin but then stopped.

"Nami, long time no see."

A/n: Again, sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and review so that I feel motivated to type the next one!

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