This one's so syrupy, even a unicorn might not be able to digest it O.o

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Disclaimer: One Piece. Yeah… I don't own it.

The Color Purple

Exploring a new island is always great. The new sights, smells, and tastes. I had already found about ten things I wanted Sanji to try and cook. But besides the food a lot of other things were interesting too, like the mossy trees covered in vines, the man eating flowers, and the monkeys. The monkeys really seemed to like me. I had no idea why.

Getting tired of walking I stretched my arms and began swinging from tree to tree, avoiding all the obstacles below. The breeze knocked boshi onto my back as I swung hazardly through the trees, paying no mind to the vines as they whipped past me. I was just getting into a steady rhythm when I reached out my left hand and caught nothing but air. Not being able to stop myself, the force of my last swing shot me flying into a clearing where I crashed into a bed of ferns and rolled to a stop.

As I waited for the all too familiar dizziness to pass, I planted boshi atop my head and looked around. It was a very large clearing, filled with rocks and fallen down trees. As the world stopped spinning I noticed a familiar shade of orange several yards away. As I stood up and made my way towards it I realized it was Nami.

The sun shone down directly on her, brightening her hair like the lit end of a match. A stray lock fell out of her ponytail but she ignored it, so concentrated she was on whatever she was doing. She sat upon a wide mossy stone, crouched over a pad of paper that she rested on her knees. As I watched she curled her tongue as one hand clasped the notebook and the other, holding a pencil, glided across the paper. Her eyes flickered back and forth from something in front of her back to the notebook. Following her eyes I saw purple butterfly, sunning itself on a tree not four feet away from her. Not wanting to break her out of her trance I snuck quietly up behind her, peering over her shoulder to see what she had done.

On the paper was a very lifelike drawing of the purple butterfly. She had perfectly copied the graceful shape of it's wings, the small contours and designs adorning them, and even the hairline thin quirly-que of it's nectar sucking tongue.

"It's like the real thing, only not purple." I said.

At this Nami yelped and jumped, dropping her notebook. At the sudden movement the butterfly took flight, flapping noiselessly away into the jungle.

"Ahh it flew away." I said as I circled in front of her. When I could see her face I saw she looked disappointed as she retrieved her drawing, frowning as she looked at it.

"What's wrong?" I asked, cocking my head. She sighed long and loud.

"I wasn't finished sketching it yet. See? I still hadn't drawn the antannae yet. Now it'll never be finished." She sighed again.

Looking toward where the butterfly had disappeared, I strained my brain as I began to think.

"You just need to see the butterfly again to finish it don't you?" I asked her.

"Yes, but there's no chance I'll ever see it again. Let alone so close up."

"Ahh well that's no problem then! Come with me." I said as I grabbed her arm and dragged her into the forest.

"What are you do-IIIINNNGGG?" she trailed as I scooped her up and shot my arm into the sky, launching us into the treetops. As my arm began to shorten I let go of the branch, letting momentum launch us above the leaves. As we came back down I landed on a wide tree limb, testing it's safety before setting Nami down on it too.

"Never- never a warning," she panted. But then she went silent as she took in the view around her.

Hundreds and hundreds of purple butterflies flew around us. Landing, taking flight, dancing about each other or just sunning themselves in the streams of golden sunlight that shone through the upper green layer of trees. The air was thick with the heady scent of a white and yellow flower that grew everywhere on the vines around us, offering a sweet drink for the thirsty butterflies.

"It's so beautiful…" Nami said as she looked on with awe.

"Yeah," I agreed as I looked at her, a purple butterfly coming to rest on her orange hair.

Sitting on the limb she took out her notebook and sketched the pencil butterfly's antannae in, using the many butterflies that landed on her as models. She laughed as their spindly legs tickled her arms and hands.

When she was finished the sun was already starting to fade, and many of the butterflies had already gone away somewhere.

"Alright, let's go home." She said, pointing me in the direction of the Sunny.

When we arrived back on the ship Sanji was just calling everyone to dinner. As I sprang towards the kitchen I heard Nami call:

"Wait!"

Turning around I heard her giggle as she reached up to my head. When her hand came back down there was a purple butterfly dancing on her fingertips, slowly fanning it's wings.

"I think this one missed the call for bed time," she laughed as she blew on it, sending it flying away towards the island.

"Why didn't you keep it?" I asked, curious.

"That's why I drew it, so that I'd have it forever."

I thought about that.

"Then can you draw me too?" I said, looking her straight in the eyes. Her cheeks reddened.

"I will sketch you every day if you want." She answered, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

Yes, exploring a new island is always great.

The End

My favorite color is purple. Tee-hee :D

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