Title: Cat Burglar

Summary: The first slow day Nami's had in a long time, and some old habits are too tempting not to indulge.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or any of its characters

Note: HA! I told you not all of them would play the pronoun game. Also, my hand at humor. I feel like the longer I spent writing this the lazier I got with it.

One day, the Thousand Sunny finds herself docked at some island in the New World, her crew scattered about, enjoying the brief moments of peace they've been able to catch. Nami in particular is taking full advantage, strolling leisurely down the main street with several bags worth of purchases following eagerly behind her. It's nice, she thinks, taking a moment to appreciate her surroundings. The small, homely buildings lined along the street, the wide variety of stores, unused to her particular brand of haggling, but best of all, the friendly, unconcerned interactions of the people.

It's definitely a refreshing change, to be able to wander an island freely without having to worry about someone calling the marines. With a deep breath and a satisfied smile, Nami tells Sanji to take her new purchases back to Sunny and get anything he needs. He agrees happily of course, and despite his more perverted tendencies, Nami can't help but be grateful at least one of her idiots doesn't need looking after every second.

After he's gone, she goes back to wandering, peering into street side shops with no intention of buying. The air is salty around her, as it has been her entire life, but the ground is solid, as it hasn't been for some time, and while it's a change less pleasant than the peace, it's not unpleasant either, so she takes it for what it is and continues on.

The stone grey streets contrast nicely with the brightly painted buildings, she notes absently, not really focused on anything. Nami can't remember the last time she's just been able to forget her surrounding like this. Between navigating the treacherous waters of the Grandline, especially now that they'd entered the New World, and keeping track of idiots, there haven't been a lot of chances for down time like this. She'd easily taken advantage though, first by ensuring Robin would be able to take over as the self-designated (but entirely necessary) babysitter, and then by spending a few carefully counted Belly on some new outfits.

Taking in the scenery, it's not hard to tune out the rest of the world. That is until Nami comes across something she, in all her infinite wisdom, can't turn away from. At first glance, the man is stupidly drunk, stumbling down the road in a way that almost guarantees he bumps into everyone. But Nami knows better. How can she not when she's seen this kind of thing before, done this kind of thing. She'd never degrade herself like this of course, but bars always had the easiest targets.

Without missing a step, Nami makes as big a show of peering into the shops as she can without being a dead giveaway, making sure to show off her still rather heavy purse in the process. Even if she wasn't going to buy anything more, store owners were always more helpful when they thought she might. A wide, trusting smile is plastered across her face, and she pays special attention to make it look like she's not. In essence, an easy target.

The man bumps into her a few steps later, a grasping hand making uncertain contact with her shoulder to hold him up. Nami lets out a little gasp as she's knocked into, her eyes going wide with feigned surprise and her hands coming up to steady the man. Her hip becomes noticeably lighter, and in the split second before she's pushing him upright again, she lets a smirk slip onto her face.

"Are you alright?" She sounds concerned, eyebrows knitting with her scrunched forehead. As soon as she's sure he's not going to tip over again, her hands leave his shoulders and brush imperceptibly over his coat.

He sways for a beat, playing up the act, before slurring out, "'nks, m'fne," and shambling further down the road.

Nami watches him go off with a helpful smile, lips curling up in the self-satisfied kind of way they do when she knows her latest victim's played right into her hands. She only takes another moment to watch him continue before she turns back to her original path, this time a little spring in her step, her purse fastened securely to her hip as it surely had been the entire time. And if her wrists seemed to be adorned by a few new bracelets and her purse sagged a little more heavily on her belt, well, who's to say they hadn't always.

Several hours later, it's close to dinner, and the crew had eagerly gathered back at the Sunny for one of Sanji's delicious meals. The crew is up to their usual antics, but it's hard not to notice how lenient Nami has been tonight, especially when normal behavior warrants strangely missing punches that hurt mare than they should.

Sanji is just happy that Nami is happy, and while it's not as if the others don't feel the same, Zoro can only glance suspiciously from his napping spot and feel sorry for the poor sap she surely ripped off. Or at least until he realizes it could have been him, if not the stranger, and slips into his after dinner nap strangely at peace.

Also around that time, a scruffy looking man in a coat too thick for the weather and a gritty face walks into his apartment, more than satisfied with the way his day turned out. This small island didn't get tourists very often, located in the New World as it was, but also because it didn't hold anything important enough to warrant many visitors, marine, pirate, or civilian.

He took off his coat and spread it out on his bed, revealing the inner pockets within which would be that day's spoils. That girl had been a real catch, in more ways than one. She'd been perfect, he thinks, with her long orange hair, large brown eyes, and well-proportioned body. If he hadn't been so worried about getting caught, he definitely would have liked to spend more time with her. Well, at least she had a decent amount of coin on her. He smirks at that, her wide eyed wonder and complete lack of caution were easy indicators of a young girl's first trip into the real world.

Getting back to his earnings, he reaches into one of the inner pockets, the one where her purse should be resting. His hand freezes when it passes over the old material and his eyes widen in disbelief. No. No, it was there he was sure. His hands quickly move to the other hidden pockets in a blur of motion, his searching hands making dull thuds where they strike the bed.

It was all gone.

Well anyway there's that. Updates are probably going to be coming later and later from now on. Schools started up and I'm gonna get real busy, real quick, so bare with me.

But seriously, thanks to Vanimelde Melindel for writing a review. I'm glad you like it c:

You know you don't necessarily have to have anything constructive to say. Just a "good job" or a "Hey, I liked that" is fine. I don't have anything against negative comments either, but if your going to write one at least have something specific in mind you didn't like so I know to fix it.

And now I just sound desperate for comments. I am, actually. Seriously. They really motivate me, it's nice to know these aren't just floating in space.