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Chapter Eighteen

Luffy In The Sky With Diamonds

Luffy stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror that took almost half the size of the wall in which the bathroom counter was attached to. His skin was still damp from shower, and he wasn't even bothered to towel the lower half of his body dry. The shower was still running, but the soapy water gathered and accumulated in the bathtub and Luffy was still too lazy to drain them. His reflection in the mirror, made clear by fluorescent yellow downlight bulbs, was staring back at him with the same, unsatisfied and confused look. He had spent probably around half an hour scrubbing every inch of his skin, even the scar on his chest which stings a little when pressed against –– or maybe it was just him. He had used nearly half the bottle of the professionally packaged shampoo and half the bottle of foamy, tangerine-scented body bath that he had found in the bathroom. He had gurgled with that minty blue water in the bottle by the sink, and scrubbed in between his toes.

He lifted his arms both to take a quick sniff of his armpits. He smelled like the tangerine body bath he had used earlier. "I smell like meat, huh?" He said rather childishly, recalling Nami's comments of him earlier that night. He smirked proudly at his reflection, a victory over proving that Nami was wrong just this night –– and maybe the night after, and the night after, who knows? He might slowly enjoy this 'regular bath schedule'. He always had enjoyed baths, but he hates it when salt-water bathtubs drains the energy from him.

His spiky hair, on the other hand, was still wet and they framed his face like a damp Kpop boyband wig. He towel dry his hair quickly with the bath towel that he was supposed to use to cover himself up, and looked into the mirror once more. Yes, his hair is still very messy, but they looked like one of those beautiful boys Kpop boybands that Nami had secretly been a fan of. Only that he wasn't as beautiful as them, he had a scar just below his left eye, his eyes were too round and his face was too much of a child that one would still see him as probably a fifteen year old. He wondered when would he start growing a beard like his grandfather. Or at least a goatee like Sanji or Law.

Law, Traffy, Torao –– whatever Luffy call him these days –– is a little bit buffer than him with winning points of having badass tattoos that illusively move as his muscles flexed. Those were the tattoos that Law was so famously known of. Luffy wondered if that was what Nami had found very appealing when she mentioned she would prefer men with bodies like Law –– the fact that he had tattoos. That would be possible, since she had a pinwheel-tangerine one on her left arm, herself. Luffy examined himself in the mirror again, wondering where he could get a tattoo, wondering if he really need one to beat Law in this little contest, wondering tattoos were still the one winning point instead of the 'buff body' as Nami had claimed.

He raised his arm to flex whatever muscles he had to flex. The curves along his arms that made his biceps and triceps evident, his rounded shoulder, his firm pectoral and abdominal that made up a pretty damn good built torso. He disagreed with Nami. "I'm not skinny, I'm not lanky. Nami doesn't know what she's saying!"

"Luffy?" Nami's voice were heard from behind the bathroom door, which was not entirely shut, only to leave an inch opening. "Are you done? You've been in there for an hour."

"Ou, I'm done!" He answered back, casually reaching for the bath towel on the sink and wrap it around his waist as the bathroom door creaked open. His navigator was standing there, her bun all messy from the supposed nap she had taken. He gave her a stern look, and pouted as he reached for his straw hat on the bathroom counter.

"What's with that look? Is there something on my face?" Nami hurriedly walked to the mirror by the bathroom counter, pushing Luffy aside lightly and examined her reflection in the mirror.

But the rubber captain purposely moved towards her, casually brushing beside her, desperately moving about in hope that she would notice how he did not smell like meat anymore, like it was his current life mission.

"Luffy, move aside, Luffy, what's up with you? Luffy, move!" She found him annoying, instead. "Look if you're done, close the shower tap and get going. I need to use the bathroom."

Obediently, while still carrying an egoistic face, he leaned over the bathtub to reach for the shower tap in a lazy attempt to close them. Unfortunately for him, his loosely tied towel fell off while he bent over, causing the navigator to gasp at the reflection of his buttocks in the mirror, suddenly blushing madly with hand over her eyes.

"Luffy!"

Realizing his towel had fallen off and that he was completely nude, he quickly turned, chaotically causing all the bottles by the bathtub to fall into the undrained bubble waiter. He picked up his towel and refastened it around his waist, laughing rather awkwardly. "Ne, sorry! Sorry!"

Nami sighed, rubbing her temples as she faced him. "Never mind, let me just clean these up before you make more mess." She moved over to the bathtub, avoiding eye contact with Luffy and collected all the bottles in the bathtub. For a moment she did paused, glanced at him for a few seconds before she resumed placing the bottles back on the metal holder at the edge of the bathtub.

"What?"

Nami shook her head. "Naah. Just wondering. You, bath, here, at this hour. You hated baths."

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!" was Luffy's childish excuse.

"A man, huh?" Nami said teasingly, raising her eyebrows at Luffy's covered crotch in an attempt to tease him for his earlier accident.

Luffy felt blood rushing underneath his cheeks –– though he monologously wondered how could he be embarrassed around her. He never had been this embarrassed around her when unclothed, but maybe that was just because his other nakamas were around?

"Relax, Luffy, I'm only joking," she said suddenly, playfully nudging him beside her with her shoulder.

"That's not funny," he nudged her back with a weak scowl written on his face.

"Oh? I thought you're the playful kind?" She nudged him back.

"I am a future-King-of-Pirates kind." He nudged her back, again.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you are." She tried nudging him again with her shoulder, but she bounced back –– Luffy had anticipated it and decided to give her a stronger counter-nudge, which caused the two, who were leaning on the edge of the bathtub, to fall over, splashing foam bubbles everywhere in the bathroom. The two had their torsos submerged in soap water, curving uncomfortably, only to have their butts rested a the edge of the bathtub, legs dangling in the air.

"Luffy!" She screamed angrily, frustrated that now her clothes were soaked.

"Ah, sorry!" He apologised quickly, but the navigator was nowhere near mercy. To make matters worse, his towel fell off again. exposing his crotch as now he had often described it for a few seconds before he quickly grabbed his half soaked towel to cover up.

Great, he's going to get beaten up by Nami, again... or at least he thought so. The ginger-haired navigator, while still flushing, burst into laughter, beside him. He didn't know why, but maybe she was joking again, who knows? This time, he joined her with a light chuckle, which turned into a louder laughter.

She knocked him on his head with a fist.

"Ow! Why did you hit me?"

"Because I felt like it."

"You're mean."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm kinda angry at you right now, but ah, you know!"

"No, Nami. I don't know."

"Just get up, will you? Ah, damn it, my top is soaked," says the one who wouldn't mind going around in a bikini most of the time. "Well, thank god my shorts aren't––"

In an attempt to get himself up and off the bathtub, he had accidentally grabbed on Nami's knees, causing her legs to fall aside into the bathtub. Her dry shorts are apparently not so dry anymore now, and no, she wasn't as amused as she previously was, this time.

"LUFFY!"

x o x o

Sabo is very handsome, no lie. His good looks made his origins and heritage very questionable, if one would know how his parents had looked like. There was a theory about how you would grow to resemble your spouse, or the person you had spent your time with the most, and Sabo might have grown up alongside handsome Revolutionaries and Koala, from whom he had obtained his charming smile.

The smile which Koala had not displayed on their walk back to the hotel. They had just left Ivankov and his gang of transgenders at The Square Bar, and told him that they should get enough rest in preparation for their wedding tomorrow. Ivankov understood that as something kinky and let them off.

The street were dimmer this late at night, and it was rather cold too. He was hoping it would be more romantic, but instead, it felt more like walking home from a tragedy. His beautiful ass-kicking fiancee was paid more attention to her slow pace rather than clinging onto Sabo's arm while suggesting cheesy things like she would usually do. Koala is secretly this degree of a hopeless romantic in which she had only shown around Sabo, but there that moment, she was slightly distant.

Sabo stopped his steps, and sighed. He let her walk ahead, until a few steps later that she had realized that he wasn't walking alongside her. She turned around, towards him.

"Sabo-kun? You okay?"

He let out a light laugh. "I'm supposed to ask you that." He came closer to her and stood in front of her, with his hands both tucked into the pocket of his already-tight slim fit black trousers. "Koalabear, did you drop something?"

Koala's forehead wrinkled as she wondered if she had dropped something, perhaps her Baby Den Den Mushi, or her little purse, so she checked the pockets of her dress, in her knee-high socks, on her chest - she tend to keep little things hidden around her garments and her body, a usual habit for a Revolutionary. "Ah, Nami's maid-of-honor's dress and Robin nee-san's dress was with Iva-san," she wondered verbally, "I should've taken them with us, I totally forgot, but Iva-san would manage it I'm sure. He's very reliable anyways-"

Sabo gave her a light pat on her head, which caused her to froze and stopped her sentence midway. He pinched her round cheeks. "You dropped your smile."

Koala turned slightly red, and sighed. "You're cheesier than seventeen pieces of large-sized cheesy pan pizza with cheese-filled crust topped with cheese powder."

"Why seventeen?"

"Just because."

He shook his head with a slight smile curved on his face, and immediately took her hand. Sabo peered over the riverbank, and saw a Yagara boat parked at the edge of the bank. "C'mon, let's sit for a while." He pulled her to the riverbank, and climbed down onto the empty Yagara boat very carefully,not to wake the already-sleeping Yagara bull up.

"We're only gonna sit here, right, Sabo-kun?"

"We're only gonna borrow it."

"We're not stealing it, right?"

"We're only gonna borrow it." He smiled, and held her hand gently. "C'mon, Hazel Grace."

"Right, Augustus" Koala scoffed, and climbed onto the Yagara boat assisted by Sabo. They settled on the cushioned front seat, side by side. He thought it was the most romantic he could do at the moment, and glanced at her beside him again.

There was a slight smile on her face as she glances up to face the stars, but it wasn't her usual smile. "Belle-mere," she suddenly said, after a while of silence. "that was one I was worried about. You were wondering, right?"

"She'll... be alright. It's not the first time she's been on a long-distance mission."

"They're fine. Dragon-san went to get them."

It was the blond's turn to frown now. "That means, Dragon-san wouldn't make it to our wedding?"

She shook her head. "I was wondering how to break it to you. I know you wanted him to attend so much, but you know. I don't want you to be sad, and all."

He pulled her in as he threw his arms around her shoulder. "Silly Koalabear. I don't get sad. Even if he couldn't make it, it's alright. Honestly, I don't think he's the kind of person who would attend weddings anyway.

She looked at him. "You wanted him to be there."

"Yeah... I really do. But hey, the guys' life is much more important than our wedding, you know."

"Sure, sure."

"Wait, that came out wrong."

Koala chuckled, finally lightened up. "I get what you mean." She sighed, and crossed her legs, resting both her hands on her thighs. "Nami was there too when Iva-san told me that he couldn't make it."

"Ah. Wonder how is she gonna tell Luffy about his dad. He was looking forward to it."

"Luffy had never met Dragon-san before, right?"

Sabo lifted his shoulders, a gesture of I-don't-know. He pouted. "Dragon-san had never mentioned anything either." He raised his legs to rest on the edge of the boat, but the slight pressure made the Yagara bull woke up and made a little noise as it realized that there were strangers on his back. The bull fidgeted vigorously, causing the boat to rock along with the light waves that it created, and Sabo accidentally had his hands combusted due to spontaneous involuntary reflex, but Koala - being the fishman karate sensei and a cute water bender - quickly utilized her fishman karate techniques to put Sabo's flames out, and patted on the bull's head to calm it down.

The boat wasn't rocky anymore, thanks to Koala and the now-calmed bull. Sabo pouted, wiping his wet hands on his button-up shirt. "That was sea water!"

"I only bent a minimal amount."

"Still, it's sea water."

"At least the fire is out, and you won't hurt Yagara-chan."

Sabo shook his head, with a slight, relieved smile on his face. "You waterbenders," he mocked as he leaned backwards on his seat again.

"Excuse me, firebender," she scoffed back at him, a little chuckle followed. "I hope you won't set anything on fire, tomorrow."

"I have perfect control of my powers fire fruit now, thank you very much," he said proudly. "And you sounded like Robin-san a bit, Koalabear."

"But you always accidentally set the sheets on fire," Koala teased him with a smirk. "You need to thank my fishman karate for my quick waterbending skills."

"Ah. Even if I did set anything on fire tomorrow, don't put it out, okay? You'll embarrass me," he joked back at her.

"Yes, sir," Koala playfully saluted him.

"That's husband for you," Sabo corrected her, which made her blush and shy as she turned away from him. A wide smile appeared on his face, and as he tried to pull her back to him, he took the boat's string and pulled the already loose knot to detach it from the bank.

"Wait, wait," Koala asked, realizing that Sabo was actually stealing the Yagara boat - and the bull even complied so easily, what a traitor - and it started to flow with the current slow stream. "What are you doing?"

"On a final date before we officially become husband and wife."

x

"Oi Nami! Are you done yet?"

"No!"

They had to converse in a much louder voice - not that they were normally soft-spoken, though - over the sound of the hotel's hairdryer echoing in the bathroom. Nami stood in front of the sink with only a towel wrapped around her body, holding a little hairdryer plugged into a universal power point by the sink, meant for hairdryers and electric shavers. Four garments were laid flat on the sink, all in which left her nothing to wear at all except for a clean white bathtowel provided by the hotel. After kicking shameless Luffy out of the bathroom, she had squeezed her soaked garments too hard that they wrinkled, and they were still damp and unwearable at all. She had resorted to using the hairdryer to at least dry her undergarments. Her panty was the first to be blown dry, and after about half an hour drying, it finally got dry with slight dampess around the thin elastic laced waistband.

"Naaamiii, are you done yet?"

"No, Luffy, just be quiet, will you!?"

But if drying the rest of her clothes took longer than this half-an-hour for her panties, she might as well give up and probably rob someone else's clothes with her mad cat burglar skills. Then again, she wouldn't want to actually be caught wearing only a towel in a hotel room with her annoying captain by the two lovebirds. The soon-to-be newlyweds had been shipping the captain and the navigator together since the Straw Hats invited them for dinner on Day One. Cross that, they might had shipped the two since they first met the Straw Hats.

They might just get the wrong idea.

"Naaaamiiii, are you done yet?"

Either way, she had to go and silence Luffy down, as he was practically yelling from the other side of the hotel suite.

"Luffy, can you not?"

Nami placed the hairdryer back onto the bathroom counter and quickly put on her panties - the only one she could wear right now. She marched outside of the bathroom with the intention of giving a fistful knock on her captain's head. It's all his fault.

"But I hate the line!" The captain whined, as he laid down on the floor at the far end of the suite. He was in already in his knee-length blue pants - yes, the one with the white fluffed ends but thanks to Robin, it was a brand spanking new one.

"Too bad, deal with it," she told him. The line is literally a line, stretching from the end of the bed up to the visual den den mushi cabinet, to divide the room into half. It was made of pillow cushions, water bottles and a bunch of other things found in the room. Nami's idea of the line was to keep him away from her, at least until both are adequately clothed. To Luffy, it was one weird idea, but he didn't want any more bumps and bruises from her fist of love. When she first proposed the line earlier, he had pouted with a hard sigh and that earned him a "did you just rolled your eyes at me?" and a hard pinch that made his cheek stretched from the scolding navigator.

"Why are you still naked?" Luffy asked bluntly - he wanted the line to be disassembled pronto, but Nami seemed like she was nowhere near done.

But rather, she blushed red at thd question. "Don't point things out so blatantly! And it's your fault anyway that my clothes are wet. Either way I had to wait for Koala to borrow her dry ones, so until then, the line stays!"

She didn't expect him to throw her his red shirt - the one he wore earlier, a button up in deep blood red, sleeves still folded and fabric slightly wrinkled. She caught it with her hand, and looked at Luffy with her shoulders raised and the bridge of her nose wrinkled.

"Just wear mine!" He told her.

Nami sighed, and shook her head. She faced the full-length mirror by bathroom door as she put on his red shirt. It did felt odd for her - wearing your nakama's clothes, a male one at that. She felt like she was on another level of nakamaship with this idiot captain by wearing his shirt, but she shook her head quickly. Nah, it was just a desperate situation. "You really do hate not having the freedom to roam around, don't you?"

He nodded with a pout.

"Pirate Kings," she scoffed, and turned towards him as she was done buttoning the shirt. It fell over her panties, but she ought to ignore how seductive she might look at the moment. Her bikinis on the ship were way more revealing than this, anyway.

And his captain seemed to always have been asexual, anyway. "Shishishishi! Now we can remove the line!" He picked up the pillow cushions and threw them onto the bed, leaving Nami to rearrange the rest of the items back onto their places.

"Luffy, those belong to the sofa."

"Eh, sorry, sorry!" Luffy jumped onto the bed and threw the pillow cushions onto the sofa instead, while Nami placed the last bottle of water back onto the kitchen cabinet. He hurried out to pull open the curtains to reveal the glass sliding door leading to the balcony, and then opened the sliding door.

Nami shook her head at his actions, and decided to let him be as she threw herself onto the sofa. It was too comfortable to the extent that she had decided to take another nap. It was a long day and she was hella sleepy.

"Oi Nami, you asleep?"

She opened her eyes and turned sideways towards the direction of Luffy's voice. He was lying on his back on the bed, his body sank slightly into the thick fluffy hotel duvet. His head hung a little at the edge of the bed, though, and he was facing the opened balcony. Cool night breeze blew through the opening, and he seemed so peaceful and relaxed. "Good to have you quiet like this once in a while."

"Come here!" He suggested. "Lie down here with me!"

Nami's eyes went from half-lidded to wide awake when she heard him. "Y-you're not suggesting anything... w-weird, are you?"

"No, I wanna show you something cool!"

"Not interested."

"Nami."

"What is it?"

"Come and you'll see!"

"Let me sleep."

"Fine."

It became a little quiet after Luffy gave up on forcing Nami to lie down with him - in which, if taken out of context, she would be very nervous. She peered at him, and found him still in the same position, lying on his back on the bed with his face facing the balcony outside down, but the childish grin she saw previously was replaced with a sad pout instead.

Nami sighed, and got up from the sofa. The bed creaked slightly when she climbed onto the duvet, which alerted him. He raised his head and the sad pout was instantly wiped away.

"What?" Nami replied to his stare she took as a teasing one. "The sofa was a little bit too hard."

He laughed.

"Shut up," she threw a pillow onto his face which nearly choked him, and climbed over him to reach on his other side. Luffy removed the pillow immediately and yelped again as she purposely pressed her knees onto his torso to crawl to his other side. "I purposely did that."

"It tickles!"

"Deal with it. By the way, why are you wearing only boxers? What happened to your pants?"

"You looked so comfy in your underwear. I wanted to be comfy too so I took my pants off."

She squinted her eyes at her as she pulled the red shirt she was wearing, over to cover more of her hips. "What a weird answer," she told him, and laid beside him on her back, with her head hanging at the edge of the bed too. Her gorgeous orange locks fell over the side of the bed as she faced what Luffy was facing - the balcony.

It was a breathtaking view, looking at the night sky in an upside down position. The black canvas of the sky was littered by hundreds of tiny stars that very night, and she was nearly excited that she was able to recognize several constellations. She stared into the sky with her mouth open, utterly amazed by the sight. It reminded her of her days at Weatheria, self-observing constellations at night to study the direction of the travelling sky island. The stars were exceptionally beautiful from up close.

"Cool, right?"

"Yeah. The sky's really beautiful." She nudged him. "I didn't know you were this sentimental, Luffy?"

"What's sentimental?"

"Nevermind. Ah, they looked like diamonds aren't they? The stars!"

"The stars made the shape of meat! Look!"

"You really have nothing else in your head, obviously, Luffy!"

"Shishishi! Oh, isn't that the shape of a person? Did you see it?"

She chuckled. "Lanky. Just like you! The stars around his head would be his Straw Hat."

"It's me in the sky with the stars. Whoaah."

"I'd prefer to look at them as sparkly diamonds, Luffy. It's you in the sky with diamonds."

"Luffy in the sky with diamonds. Cool!"

"Luffy in the sky with diamonds!" She chuckled again, and let out a sigh. She was already cold, given that the cold breeze from outside the balcony blew inside, and she was really tempted to pull the duvet over herself. "Luffy?"

"What?"

"You do realize, given how we're both dressed right now, we look rather obscene, right?"

"Right, right," he tried to sound smart, but he got himself curious just seconds after. "What is obscene?"

"Oh, nothing!" She said, holding back her laughter. She never had a peaceful moment with her captain, and this was the closest to peaceful that she didn't want to ruin him with ridiculous ideas and assumptions. She let out a long sigh, curved a grin on her face, and closed her eyes.

She fell asleep very quickly, and upon noticing that his navigator was slightly snoring, Luffy gave her a quick pat on her head and held her hand, their fingers intertwined. He had no idea why he had done so, but his instincts had never failed him, anyway.

And then he fell asleep beside her.