Title: Your baby will hit you one more time.
Character/s: Luffy/Nami, Nojiko and Shiki
Song: Paparazzi
Artist: Lady Gaga
(Words:) 455 words
Rating: T+
Warnings: Deals with stalkers and their... Slightly broken minds.
Disclaimers: I do not own One Piece or Lady Gaga, both are works of art someone else created.
"Namiii! Look! You got a package!"
She looked, up from the tray with tea and cookies in front of her on the table, at her boyfriend who came rushing against her while waving the brown package over his head. His usual grin was on his face, the straw hat he always wore bounced in the nape of his neck as he stopped beside the able and gave her the package. As she took it from him, the purple haired woman on the other side of the table spook up.
"Nami, is that it?"
"Yeah, he always fastens the knots with this yucky purple stuff." Laying the package down, she took a letter opener and cut through the strings holding the paper around the contents, before whacking Luffy's hand with the broad side of the knife as he tried to take the cookies. "Those are not for you."
She mumbled the words, as she watched the wrapping come undone. As usual, there was photographs, pictures and letters filled with twisted words, written with nicotine yellow fingers. It was her personal life, her everyday life when she was just Nami, not the super model who had risen to stardom in no time at all but a regular girl. And this man was tapping at it, touching it with his camera, his filthy thoughts and fantasies and proposals. Ignoring all the photos of her and Luffy on a date with Lu's head cut out, the ones of her sunbathing on her backyard (she had stopped wondering how he got those) and those of her with Nojiko at a café until she found what she looked for.
This time, it was a small box with a paper attached to it. Before opening the note, she carefully peeked into the box, without touching it with her fingers, instead using her long nails to maneuver the box and saw something white. Opening it more, she came face to face with a white powder which she did not recognize. Wrinkling her eyebrows, she read the note.
"Baby-chan, put this in Straw hat's drink so we can be together as we're meant to be."
The words left her cold as she averted her eyes back to the little box. Poison.
"Nami, this can be what you need to sue him. Death threat is a serious thing."
Looking up at her older sister, the orange headed model managed a small smile of relief. "Yeah, this will probably make that rat ass listen to me." Gently putting the box back among the papers, she folded it once again and Nojiko helped her tying the strings again. This sick package would be the last which ended up at her door, she would make sure of that.