I Want You

Disclaimer: don't own a thing

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Want: 1. to feel a need or a desire for; wish for

2. to wish, need, crave, demand, or desire

The weary leather cover groaned as pages fell upon themselves and the book shut to a close. Hands burying deep into orange locks as a sigh escaped into the tranquil air, weary eyes stared upon the dictionary in disdain feeling very much like tossing the heavy object off of the bed's cushion.

She knew what the word meant it was just … A sigh exited her weary lips as she rolled upon her plush mattress. There are some things within this world that are not as simple.

For 'want' is selfish; it is a childish way to summarize the ways of what your mind craves. Making her feel like a little girl that was kicking and screaming within a store because the object of her attention was not hers for the taking, eyes clenched close as she could hear his laughter just outside the bedroom door. It took her a bit of self control when she heard the flop of his sandals approach the room, and when the soft sounds vibrated off the shut door followed by a confused, "Nami?"

The straw hat navigator groaned as her bed suddenly seemed so very vacant and cold, "Yes," it dawned on her that she had yet to make face with the rest of the crew, much less the energy to get out of bed "… Luffy?" An uncomfortable silence settled upon the room as she could hear the slight turn of the locked doorknob, "Are you okay?" a slight tinge of concern breaking his always cheery bravado.

Okay … no, she was not 'okay', with each passing day it was becoming more apparent. It was truly puzzling as well for she did not recall when this 'problem' began to surface, nor was she sure when it became so unbearable. However if there was something that Nami did know was that she could not go on like this much longer. She was not a patient girl, especially when it came to something … or someone that has caught her eye.

Even if it is … "I'm fine Luffy …" She murmured half-heartedly, somewhat hoping that he didn't believe her and forced himself an entry. Alas, it was not meant to happen, "Alright …" He murmured through the closed door. Head falling forward and inwardly berating herself, she heard the faint flop of his presence dwindling away.

Yes, 'want' is childish, unbearable, selfish, and above all, surprising. Nami had not expected it, much less at this level. However, like everything else she has come to understand, that if the object of your desire is not grabbed swiftly and carefully, it will become nothing more than a passing dream.

Once again, she groaned in utmost turmoil as repeated failed attempts circulated within her mind. She was not a patient woman, nor was she a quitter it seems. For with each failed attempt, several that have left her smelling like meat, her resolve became slightly more solidified. And she could see his ever drifting attention sometimes lingering upon herself.

So 'want' may be childish, selfish, and unbearable, but it does not matter. For as Nami slowly started to realize ... it was not all that surprising, nay it's true that she cannot pinpoint when it had begun. However, it had become almost natural; to want him in such a way. It seemed strange to view him any differently than she now did.

True as it may be that this was new territory for her, but the tangerine haired young woman was not known to walk away from something she desired so passionately.

Picking herself up from yet another humiliating slump, Nami pushed her upper body off the bed, ignoring its squeak as her feet connected once again with the floor. Weary eyes landing upon the closed dictionary and a huff interrupted the tranquil atmosphere.

Determined footsteps thumped against the hard wood of the floor, a loud squeak emitted as the door swung open before once again slamming shut.

For soon she will find out that her childish 'want' has now sprouted into a much more unquenchable 'need'.

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'The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.' – I Want You by Bob Dylan

Happy Post-Valentines Day. This was supposed to be a valentines update but nahhhhhhhhhhh

Tis for whoever felt like this on Valentines day, as for the rest of you…you got your own stories.

Well that's about it, other than I hope you enjoy.

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