Title: How Nami had a few hours of Quiet
Pairing: Luff/San
Rating: G
Words: 286ish
notes: writen in my weird..see the show in my head style that makes the words sound like subtitles.
"Sanji-kun! Could you make me a snack?"
"YES! OF COURSE, NAMI-SAN! "
Sanji busily prepared a large and colorful dish with meats, cheeses, and fruits. He filled a glass of lemonade and set everything on a tray.
He took a moment to make sure his clothing and hair we perfect before strutting on the deck, tray in hand.
He saw his vision lounging in a deck chair on the main deck.
"NAMI-SAN!!! Eh??" Sanji stopped short as Luffys face greeted him under a very convincing Nami wig. His body wrapped in Nami-sans always pretty, precious precious clothes!
"Thanks for the food!" Luffy greeted his Chefs confused face while grabbing the tray out of his hand.
"Luffy! Nami-sans clothes!!!??" Sanji choked out.
After a swallow Luffy looked up and cocked his head. Sanji looked like he was getting upset.
"EH? She put me in them...they are weird though."
"Why would she do that?"
"I wanted to know what it was like...that way you look at her. I wanted to feel it too."
"You.."
"And she said we could make a deal."
Sanji placed his hand heavily on Luffys head and mussed.
"Hey Namis wig!"
"Only can only look at Nami and a few other women that way."
Luffy pouted.
Sanji knelt down and handed the false Nami the glass.
"The normal look I give my captain is actually more special."
Sanji stood and started to walk away, feeling quite confident he had revealed something perfectly, when Luffy jumped up and started to follow him back toward the kitchen.
"Where are you going?"
"Following you."
"Why?"
"Because you said something weird. And I'm not allowed to see Nami until tomorrow in exchange for the clothes.
"Alright, I'll keep you company till then."
"Sanji, I'm hungry."
Sanji suppressed the urge to growl, as that would kill what was left of the mood.