a/n: here we go! The last chapter! Will Zoro's torture never end? Muahaha.

Zoro was shaken violently awake the next day, and he jumped out of bed, swords drawn instantaneously, before he realised who the perpetrator was. And yes. It was Nami, standing in all her devilish glory. He growled in annoyance, sheathing the katanas.

"Morning," Nami greeted, smiling wickedly.

He stiffened at her expression. Not good. "Why did you have to wake me up so early?" he hissed back to her, irritated.

"Because I can," replied Nami, starting to climb up the ladder to the deck.

Zoro glared.

"And I wanted to give you something," she added, disappearing up top.

He gulped, following her uneasily. What on earth could it be now? Climbing to the deck in pursuit, she had seemingly vanished. He looked around, scratching the back of his head in confusion, wondering if she was making fun of him. If she is, she is so dead, he thought venomously, deciding to check her room first.

Opening the door, he at once saw his torturer, unfolding something which lay on her bed.

"Oi, Nami," he mumbled with a grumpy look. "What is it you want me to do?"

Nami turned, grinning, holding up a dress on a hanger. "I want you to wear this."

Zoro couldn't help it. He broke out into a grin. "You're kidding."

"Who's kidding?" answered Nami, coming up to him, pressing the dress against him. "Hmm…should fit…"

Zoro's grin dropped as he realised she was serious. "Oh no. No. There is no way you're forcing me into a dress."

"But you're gay," stated Nami, as if it resolved everything.

"I'm NOT gay!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Well," sighed Nami, "I guess I'll just have to tell the boys about your little—"

"Wait!" Zoro slapped his hands over his face in anguish. Why? Why did she have to be like this?

Nami leaned against the door. "I'll tell you what. I'm feeling pretty generous right now, so you can quit being my PA after today. Alright?"

"You mean after this no more torture?" Zoro looked as if he was requesting the world.

"I guess so," replied Nami, waiting for him to fall into her trap.

Zoro felt like a huge weight (much heavier than his usual training ones) had been lifted from his shoulders. He looked at the dress. I only have to wear that. "Fine," he managed to say, through clenched teeth.

"Great," smiled Nami, throwing him the dress. She laughed softly to herself. Things are all going as planned…

Nami had agreed that Zoro was allowed to wear his clothes underneath, but still, the fact that he was in a dress caused Nami to burst out laughing. He blushed furiously.

"Shuddup!"

Nami turned in an attempt to sober herself, but when she saw him, she burst into another fit of laughter.

"Stop it!" he snapped, feeling completely humiliated. Well in truth, he was. I mean really – what man wouldn't feel that way wearing a pink flowery dress? "Right, that's it! This is coming off." He began to tear at the dress but Nami, suddenly was holding his arms, a fearsome look on her face.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking it off of course," stated Zoro resolutely. "The deal was that you got to see me wear a dress. You have. So I don't have to wear this damn thing anymore."

Nami looked at him slyly. "now, when did I say that?"

He frowned, puzzled. "What are you talking about? You just said it."

"Did I?" grinned Nami wickedly. "I said that I wanted you to wear it."

"And I have!"

"Yes, but not in front of the crew yet," sniggered Nami, delighting in his next expression.

Zoro's mouth hung open. "You…"

"And I said that the deal would be over after today, not after I asked you to wear the dress," Nami added lightly. Oh she was going to put him through hell.

He had been tricked. Well and truly. He shook his head. "No."

Nami lifted an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm NOT doing it." Zoro stood, resolute. He did have at least some pride left. If he walked outside in a dress, that last shred of it would be completely destroyed.

Nami shrugged proceeding to go outside. "I'll go call the crew then."

"Oi! Nami!" Zoro pulled her back, irritated to no end. "Would you quit it?"

Nami swivelled on the spot to face him, looking challenging. "Well, if you're not going to cooperate, you're going to have to come out of the closet some time so—"

"How many times do I have to say it?" he exclaimed in exasperation. "I'm not gay!"

Nami looked at him sceptically. "What is it with you and denial?"

"Are you deaf or something?"

"Zoro, if gay's your way, that's okay…"

He grabbed her by the shoulders, wanting to shake the idea out of her. "I'M TELLING YOU! I'M NOT GAY!" And did the one thing he could think of to prove it to her – kissed her.

Nami's eyes flickered wide at the sudden move, and when the swordsman pulled away, her eyes were still glued in their open, shocked expression. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she stared at Zoro, who stared back, hoping that she was finally convinced.

"Happy?" he said, searching Nami's face in hope of freedom.

Nami opened her mouth to speak but when she realised there was no words being uttered, she closed it again, nodding instead.

Zoro sighed with relief, letting go of the navigator. "Geez, Nami. You seriously take a lot of convincing." He could almost laugh.

"But…if you're not gay, then why did you react so peculiarly when I asked you about it?" Nami asked him, finally regaining her voice. 'I mean, don't you think smashing your ten tonne weights on the deck is a bit of an overreaction?"

Zoro wondered how he'd answer. "Look. Reputation, as a swordsman, is everything. If I went up to an adversary and they knew I was gay…" He didn't bother explaining.

Nami had already understood. She rolled her eyes. Men.

Zoro crossed his arms, walking from the room. Finally, he thought thankful the torture was over. Now all he had to do was wipe it from his memory. Except the last bit. He smirked to himself, feeling somehow victorious, even after all the things she had put him through. He had still got his bit in the end.

"Zoro.."

The swordsman looked up. He paled.

Crowded before him on the deck was the rest of the crew, shock scrawled on their faces. Robin seemed amused.

Zoro suddenly became painfully aware of how loudly he had shouted in defence of his sexuality. He looked down, sweat droplets forming on his brow. He was still wearing the dress. Crap.

a/n: Zoro in a dress. Who could resist?

Zoro: I hate you.

Author: I know :D