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Chapter Four

She Loves You, Yeah Yeah Yeah

Does he know? Does he know? Koala's voice repeated the same question in her head like a broken record, or rather, like an imaginary Pokemon with a name sounding like does-he-know or something similar, whispering into her ear while she tried to sleep. She wished she could stab that bastard of a Pokemon and get back to sleep, but no, that wouldn't work, you're imaginary, hence she needed to just deal with it for the rest of the night. She didn't know why the question bugged her so much, probably mainly because it's an indirect question which provoked her to relate it to various questionable things, including that, that?

And by that, that, she really meant that that that that, that that?

The orange-haired girl pulled her blanket over her head, and muttered out loud, "I am not that that that that, that that!"

Her heartbeat quickened again, at that thought, and she could hear it faintly in the silence of the night - even louder than those manly snoring from the bedroom next door, yes - so she cursed, "heartbeat, you... sonofabitch."

There were suddenly sounds of the toilet being flushed, from their bathroom, and the bathroom door swung open just as Nami sat up from her cocoon of a blanket. In dim light only provided by their bathroom, she caught the silhouette of their dear archaeologist walking out of the bedroom, with a face towel in her hand, however.

"Robin?"

"Oh Nami, did I wake you up?

"No, no." I'm already awake from thinking about that that that that, that that, and the broken record in my head, thank you very much. "Robin, are you sick?"

The archaeologist fell silent for a while. "Nami, do you mind if I... sleep with you?"

Nami gave Robin a crooked smile, and shifted herself to one side of her own bed, making room for Robin. Robin thanked her, and tucked herself under Nami's blanket.

"Robin, are you sick?" Nami asked, and though it was dark, her worrisome portrayed clearly from her face. "You know you can just tell me anything, you know."

"I wish I am, Nami. I wish I am."

Robin's answer scared Nami more than her usually-morbid commentaries, that she had no idea what to say in return.

"Nami, have you ever been afraid of anything?"

"Well, have you ever seen me in most of our battles?"

Robin giggled, one hand covering her mouth.

"That, and I'm afraid of that that that that, that that."

"Huh?"

"I-I mean, I'm afraid of being alone without you guys. Remember our two years apart? That shit scared me at first, I mean... You know."

"I know."

That was all Robin had said, though Nami expected a whole lot more. "I guess you wanted to tell me that you're afraid of something?"

Robin sighed, and brushed Nami's hair lightly, toying the ends of the orange locks that fell onto the bed between them. "Nami, I'm afraid of having my own child."

Nami gasped, eyes widened at the surprise, surprise! "Okay, Robin, who's the father?"

"Nami-"

"I'm joking! But seriously Robin, are you... you know?"

The older woman placed one of her hand over her belly, "I don't know. I hope not."

"Well, have you consulted Chopper about this? And most importantly, who is the father?"

"Just had a check-up test with Chopper earlier today. He is supposed to tell me the results by tomorrow night."

"Are you nervous?"

Robin nodded. "I don't want a child, Nami. I couldn't raise one. She's going to grow up being chased by the Marines, because she's a child of a pirate, a child of a criminal-"

Nami knew where this is going. Though she had never heard the actual, first hand story of the archaeologist's childhood, she did understood from Franky's tales, that Robin had an awful time growing up, watching her home being destroyed, and having millions of Bellies bounty on her head. Nami immediately dove under Robin's arm and cuddled by her torso, which caught Robin by surprise.

"Robin, you know what you are to the whole crew?"

"Hmm?"

"You're a mama Straw Hat. The mother of the whole crew. You made us feel safe, you gave us love. You tucked the boys into bed most nights, you read them gore bedtime stories. Not those Mpreg darkfics though. Anyway... You're already like a mother."

Robin said nothing in return. She brushed Nami's hair instead.

"Sorry if I made you feel old."

"It's alright, or else this would probably be one of our gay moments." Hah, what did you know? Robin does know how to crack a normal, non-gore joke!

"Can I guess who the father is?"

"Go ahead."

"Brook."

"Oh heavens no-"

"I'm only joking!"

"Nami..."

"Zoro."

Robin said nothing.

"Was I right? You know Brook found a pair of lacy panties while he was cleaning the Crow's Nest the other day, so that gave it away."

"Oh, that was embarrassing."

"Well, it's disgusting to think that Zoro is sneaking a woman up in the Crows Nest and, ugh, it's disgusting to think that idiot would even, ugh, sleep with someone, you know. No offense, I just-"

"-see him like a brother. I understand."

"So... What are you two now?"

"Nakama."

"Eh? No lovey dovey relationship stuff?"

"No, only nakama."

"I see." Nami wanted to press her more about it, but she decided to wait until they're not all emotional and worried instead. They both needed to catch some sleep, and the imaginary Pokemon feeding her thoughts of that that that that, that that was no longer bugging her. Hallelujah, child. Hallelujah.

"So, I heard Luffy's going to be the best man at the wedding."

And so, at the mention of Luffy's name, Nami's heartbeat grew faster yet again, thundering against her chest. Oh no, please no, please no, heart, you sonofabitch!

Robin chuckled. "Nami, I could hear your heartbeat!"

Still remained under Robin's arms, Nami buried her flushed face into Robin's chest, and muttered, "shut up, Robin. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up."


The thought of that that that that, that that continue to bother Nami even when she woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh breakfast pancakes and fruit parfait. Robin was no longer in her bed, as she had expected, and upon realizing that it was nearly noon, she got up for a quick refreshing shower, got herself dressed in her The Beatles t-shirt tucked into her red high-waist shorts, and joined the others in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, 'the others' consisted of Robin and Chopper with a cup of coffee, a box of grape juice and another board game - Chinese chess - and lazy Zoro lifting weights outside as seen from the kitchen window, and of course, the man of the kitchen himself, Sanji, who was preparing fruit smoothies.

"Nami-swan, good morning!" The cook greeted her with smile as wide as half his face, as always. "You missed today's breakfast, but I saved you your portion of food, I'm going to heat it up for a while."

"Thank you, Sanji-kun." Nami settled on the dining table and poured herself tea as Sanji went on to heat her breakfast. "Ah, I hate getting up late... Where's everyone?"

"Franky went to visit Mozu, Kiwi, and all his Franky Family," Robin answered. "Usopp and Brook went out for a stroll."

"They're just trying to re-live their fame as Sogeking and Soul King," Sanji added. "Oh wait, those rhymed."

"Eh! Sogeking is around?!" Chopper exclaimed, excitedly.

"Chopper, Usopp is Sogeking," Nami explained.

"EHH?!"

"Oh, you ruined it for him," Robin commented with a poker face, but to their surprise, Chopper rolled on his seat, with eyes gleaming, chanting to himself 'Usopp sugoi, Usopp sugoi'.

"Or not," Nami added with slight smile.

"And Sabo kidnapped Luffy right after breakfast," Robin continued, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Wasn't asking," Nami replied quickly while trying to avoid awkward eye contact.

Robin merely chuckled, and seconds later, Nami's food was all ready. "For you, Nami-swan!"

"Thank you, Sanji-kun." And as she began to enjoy her meal, the cook stood by the kitchen window to light up a cigarette.

"You fit to go shopping for dresses today, Robin?"

Robin raised her head away from the board game, and gave Nami a rather apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Nami. I wanted to settle something today..." She looked out of the window from where she sat, hinting towards the green-haired swordsman who was now doing ridiculous push-ups with his thumbs, yeah, very much the Roronoa Zoro way.

"I can come with you, Nami-swan!" Sanji offered.

And then it occurred to Nami - a lame idea, really - that maybe if she could hang out with a male nakama normally today, maybe, just maybe, she could eventually get rid of the idea that that that that that, that that, or better known as the idea that she has feelings for their rubber captain.


"This is boring," Luffy whined, while he stood with his arms open, in the middle of one of Water 7's finest tailor shop. The man who was measuring him was fortunately very friendly, and he offered a twenty percent discount for this pair of suit as well, which made him thought, discount, it's that thing Nami liked so much apart from tangerines and money.

"Hey, you need to look your best at my wedding," Sabo laughed, while seated on a sophisticated couch and watched his younger brother getting himself fitted for his best man suit. "Or else, Koala's gonna kill us both."

"I didn't say that," Koala interrupted, her head peeking our from the aisles of available, ready-made suits just opposite the spacious interior of the shop. "I just thought you'd want to look your best, after all. You're a handsome guy, right, Sabo?"

"The bride has spoken," Sabo agreed. "Nobody argues with the bride."

Luffy pouted, but nevertheless complied to the tailor's orders - lift your arms, turn around, stand up straight, stop moving please, don't turn just yet, do you want a good suit or not, whatever you say, well okay. Koala chuckled to herself at the tailor's misadventures of getting Luffy's measurement, the heels of her fancy knee-length boots made sounds that go tak tak tak as she walked back to the fancy couch her fiance was sitting on.

"Alright, lucky you, I have just the right suit for you," the tailor finally said. "Come along now."

Luffy made another when-is-this-going-to-end face, before he tailed the tailor lazily to one of those aisles and proceeded to the dressing room. Sabo and Koala were left alone for the moment, with some classy old music of nylon-stringed guitar tune and the voice quality of a few decades back, which played through the little tone dial placed elegantly on the front desk, and to be honest, it was quite romantic for a guy like mister tailor man.

"Moon river, wider than a mile... I'm crossing you in style, someday..." Koala sang along, resting her head on the blonde man's shoulder. She sighed. "I really wished we'd brought Nami along too. We could pick a dress for her too, right?"

"I thought you chose Bellemere as your maid of honour?" Sabo said, running his hands through his lover's hair. Bellemere is Koala's feisty junior in position of Fishman Karate's substitute teacher, who was just a few years younger than her. Now, you would be glad to not have Bellemere meet Nami, because you have no idea how much she resembles Nami's foster mother. If you believe in reincarnations, well, let's leave it to that. Bellemere had not arrived yet, anyway, as she was on an assignment earlier that week, and Koala was already considering someone else to replace her just in case she couldn't make it.

"What if Bellemere, couldn't make it, though?"

"You're just saying that cos you wanna pair Luffy and Nami up, aren't you?"

Koala gave Sabo a playful punch on his chest. "You're the one who said it!"

"And you gave me that idea." Sabo gave her a pinch on her waist in return. "They're alright. They're gonna be alright. Sailed together for years, didn't they?"

"I guess. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. When I saw them last night, they looked, you know. Adorable."

Their little conversation was cut short, really short as you can see, the minute mister tailor man returned with Luffy and his new suit. At a quick glance, he really did look like a younger version of Joe Jonas with a straw hat on his head. Koala's jaw dropped upon seeing him, and Sabo, well, he already did know he has one handsome lad for a younger brother now, did he? Of course, you need to get him into something that doesn't speak meat, food, and the chopstick dance to validate that opinion.

"Luffy, you look dashing! That suit suits you! Get it? That suit, suits... Oh never mind."

"Meh, I look like Sanji now," Luffy said, which gave him an idea - he adjusted half of his hair to cover his left eye, and squinted his right eye, and held two fingers up as if holding a cigarette. "This is, the suit of love."

Sabo laughed hard, meanwhile Koala wasn't paying attention - or had barely known Sanji that much to actually understood the impression. "Alright, what if we loose the straw hat?"

Immediately, Luffy and Sabo both focused on Koala, and kept their expressions very serious. "Nobody, takes away the straw hat," they both chanted together, like it was agreed to over brotherly telepathy.


Moon River belongs to Breakfast At Tiffany's. One of my favourite songs, yes. I have a lazy cover made (SoundCloud: seisfleur).

RosesAndRavens, yes thank you arigato gozaimasu. The kind of review I wished compulsary, at least one on every fic is thiiiiis. I went back to edit and made several corrections :D let me know if you spotted anything on this one haha. Iva-chan and Sanji is out on a date while I was editing this one on FF. (girlish giggles with accidental snorts). ButterPie, hello love, welcome to S.S. Sabo/Koala! scatteredPhilosopher, I hoped you enjoy this one too, love! Now excuse me while I go scrub Zoro's back - no peeking!

Thanks for the reads, follows, favourites and reviews. Not much but heh I do enjoyed writing all these. Tried editing out the humor but it wouldn't be enjoyable to read otherwise, to me at least. If you're looking for seriously-written fics, go somewhere else. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed my terrible storytelling nonetheless. See you around, flowers!