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Mistress Rogue

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Consciousness tugged at the corners of Nami's mind, but the last thing she wanted was to wake up. She was so comfortable where she was, tucked under the covers of the bed, and there was a warm, strong body pressed against her back, throwing off heat that was warming her, and a strong tanned arm was banded around her waist, holding her in place. Nami's eyes suddenly snapped open, because try as she might, she couldn't feel one scrap of clothes on either of them. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind and when she tried to move, she found that her legs and other more sensitive parts were tender and sore. Oh god, what had she done?

She slowly tried to slip free from Zoro's arm and the covers, but his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her there. She sighed and just laid there as he started to wake himself. His lips pressed a light kiss on her shoulder rubbing them gently back and forth. "Good morning," he murmured against her skin.

"Good morning," she replied, prying herself from his grip now that he was awake. He let her slip free and she quickly wrapped her robe around herself and tried to cool the blush that heated her cheeks. How could she let herself go like that? She'd slept with Zoro for crying out loud. She didn't do things like that. She was level headed, even when she was drinking. She'd let herself go too far.

Zoro sighed and watched her get up before he started to pull his clothes on. He knew this was going to happen. That Nami was going to regret everything. Even though it had been buried under a lust and alcohol induced fog, he knew this would happen. He never should have kissed her.

Nami bit her lip as she watched Zoro get dressed. She had a feeling this was going to happen. He was going to leave, and things were going to be awkward between them now, if there was even any kind of relationship left after this. "Zoro?" she asked, her voice quit, scared to ask the question on the tip of her tongue. Afraid of the answer.

"What?" he growled. Nami flinched back at his tone of voice and turned away. He looked up at her and sighed.

"Never mind." She turned away from him and walked into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her.

Fuck, Zoro knew he'd messed up. It'd been three hours since he'd left Nami, and the bathroom door closing, so quietly, thundered in his head, taking up the empty space there. It was all he could do to not punch a hole through the wall. He'd screwed up big time. He should have stayed. He realized that now. But what could he do? He had a feeling that if he went back he would be turned away. That or Nami wouldn't answer the door at all. He sighed and stared up at his ceiling, sinking deeper into the mattress.

He was at a loss as to what to do, so he decided until he figured out what to do, he wouldn't do anything. He'd just give her space and hope that worked.

When Nami woke up Monday morning she was relieved to find that the soreness in her nether regions was gone and she could move more freely. She hadn't talked to Zoro at all since he left the morning before, and the more she went without talking to him, without seeing him, the more she worried. They'd had unprotected sex and that made her worry more than anything else. What if she got pregnant? What if she got some kind of disease? Sure she trusted Zoro, but they had never talked about past sexual experiences, namely because Nami didn't have any. She didn't know how often he got around, or how many girls he'd slept with, or if he was safe with them.

Unfortunately she couldn't go get tested because they wouldn't be able to tell yet. She would have to wait at least three months before she would know anything; and that had her stomach swimming with nervous anticipation. She sighed and looked at her bag lying on the floor. She really didn't want to get up and go to class. She just wanted to go to the infirmary, complaining of a headache and stomachache and lay in bed all day.

And she really didn't want to see Zoro.

Then again she knew that if she didn't go to class and lay in bed all day, then she'd never want to go to class again and it would just get harder and harder to get out of bed every day. So with a heavy sigh she grabbed her bag, slipped her shoes on and headed down the stairs to her class. She was thankful that Zoro wasn't there before her as she slipped into her seat and took out her notebook. Hopefully he wouldn't show up and she could go the whole day without facing him.

But then, when did things ever go the way she wanted them to?

Not even five minutes after she'd taken her seat and began to doodle idly in her notebook to pass the time, Zoro walked in. She knew because she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. She looked at him through her hair and quickly looked away. He had another girl on his arm. Twenty-four hours after leaving the warmth of her bed and he was already moving on to another girl. And not just any girl. Bonny.

Nami bit her lip and forced the tears away. She knew in the beginning that he was probably after sex, that's all guys seemed to want from her nowadays. She should have been expecting something like this. They walked right past her and sat down. Zoro behind her like usual and Bonny beside him. Nami didn't miss the sound of a desk sliding across the carpet as Bonny moved her desk closer to Zoro's. She wanted to cry. How could he move on that easily?

Nami didn't say a word, and didn't listen to a word the whole class period. As soon as the bell rang she was up and out of her seat, leaving before she had to see Zoro again. Instead of going to class she walked outside to the courtyard, found a spot under a tree, hugged her knees and cried.

It wasn't until someone sat down and placed an arm around her that she even realized she wasn't alone. She looked up into the familiar eyes of Law. Gasping, Nami drew away from him. He was the last thing she needed right now. "He hurt you didn't he?" he asked, looking at her.

"What do you care?" she asked, standing up and grabbing her bag. "You were going to rape me." She started to walk away but Killer came in and blocked her path. She glared and turned to look at Law. "What the hell do you want?"

Law chuckled and advanced on her, cupping her jaw in his big hand. Nami couldn't feel any warmth in his touch, not like she could with Zoro. "What do I want?" he asked, repeating her question. "That's simple. Now that he's taken what I wanted the most I'm going to make him pay." He nodded to Killer behind her and Nami's world went black.

Zoro sighed when he returned to his room. He'd seen the way Nami had looked at him when he'd shown up with Bonny. He didn't want her to cling on him, but she'd run into him earlier and he couldn't get rid of her for some reason. He knew that girls liked him, mainly for his looks, but he never thought Bonny was one of them. Not until today. He'd tried everything he could to get her off of him, but he just couldn't shake her; and he knew when he looked into Nami's eyes, even though she tried to hide them from him, that that had been like shoving a knife into her back.

He rubbed his face and sighed. This whole Nami thing was giving him a big head fuck and he needed to figure out what he was going to do about it. He figured the best thing would be to talk to her, but would she really listen to him after what happened? He doubted it.

He was about to get up and head out when there was a knock on the door. I swear to god if that's Bonny… Zoro opened the door but there was no one there. He stepped out to look down the hall, wondering if someone was playing a trick on him, when he stepped on something that shattered under his heavy boot. He recognized it immediately. It was Nami's mikan necklace. She almost always wore it. It was a simple sliver chain with a mikan charm hanging from it. The charm was snapped into two pieces and there was a note hanging from the chain. He read it over quickly, his blood boiling with ever word.

Zoro pulled out his phone and called Franky, told him that he had something he needed fixed, left the necklace on his bed and jogged out to his car. If Law really wanted to fight, then he sure as hell was going to give him one. Especially if he was bringing Nami into the middle of it.

When Franky walked into the bedroom Zoro was already gone but the necklace was sitting on the bed just like he said, next to a crumpled up note on the bed. He picked it up and let his eyes read it over.

Zoro, I have something of yours I think you might want back. But I can tell you right now that she doesn't want you. Not after you fucked and dumped her. I told you she would be better off with me and I was right. Now it's your turn to pay for what you've done to the both of us. Meet me down by the docks at 8:00 sharp tonight. Oh and Zoro, for every minute that you're late, the little princess is going to have a scar to remind her that you didn't care.

It was signed by Law.

Franky sighed and took the broken necklace to his room. He knew Zoro could handle himself so there was no reason to alert the others. Zoro was a big boy and if he wanted help, he would have asked for it before he left. He didn't, so Franky wasn't going to intervene.