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Author's Note: Thank you all for being patient with me. Work has been really busy and I haven't had the time to give this story my full attention. I am currently staying in a hotel over night due to work commitments tomorrow and finally got a little time to write more. I just hope it is not disappointing for you as you have waited patiently for so long!

As always though thank you for your comments. I am pleased my last chapter went down well as I really wasn't sure how some would take it. Please keep posting and reviewing as it is really good motivation for me!

I have taken one of your ideas for this one so I hope you like it.

Body Swap

Chapter 8

Momonsuke remained hidden under Law's hat as they approached the ominous dark building at the end of a long alleyway. It was probably the dirtiest and most dangerous place he had ever encountered, well perhaps not as bad as the rubbish heap he had met Luffy in, but bad enough. He held his breath and remained still as Law knocked on a metal door. The knock he gave was unusual, like some kind of code. A burley man with piercings in his nose and ears and a tattoo across his forehead of some kind of bird opened the hatch. A beady eye scanned Law up and down before speaking with a deep tone of voice;

"Life of Death?" the man asked.

"Death is the beginning of life" Law answered confidently.

The large man closed the hatch and the echo of bolts and locks being undone reverberated through the alley. He stepped to one side allowing Law to pass through before checking for any spies and closing the door once more.

Momonsuke could not see much through the small gap under Law's hat, but he was able to see enough as the doctor walked then down several passageways that were barely lit before entering a huge open underground bar.

It was jam packed full of pirates; singing, dancing, fighting and flirting. Like some kind of old Victorian brothel you read about in books. Momonsuke had to fight back the urge to jump out from under the hat and throw him self into the chest of a busty woman that passed them by.

Law approached the bar and gained the attention of the bar keeper. The man was tall and slender but muscular. He had short hair, like the swordsman's, with a hooped earring in one ear. He grabbed a tankard and poured the newbie a drink.

"Not seen the likes of you here before" the bar keeper asked suspiciously.

"I am looking for Madam Husk" Law asked, taking note of the sudden pause in the man's actions before he caught the attention of something behind him.

Law let out a slow deep breath, he knew it wasn't going to be easy. Standing from the stool he had been on he turned and faced the group of armed men heading his way.

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"Where do you think you are going?"

Zoro stopped his movements as he heard their navigator speaking behind him. No matter how much time he spent with her it was still difficult to hear his own voice talking to him. It was funny how it sounded so different to how he heard it when in his own body. Yet despite the tone being different, the words were not his and he knew from experience that she was about to scold him again. He slowly turned around prepared for the onslaught.

Nami stood with arms crossed and a foot tapping. She studied him and seemed to be waiting for him to realise something. "What?" he asked, now getting irritated.

"I asked you where you are going?" she answered, still waiting for him to realise his mistake.

"Bed" he replied with a shrug.

"Do I have to keep reminding you of the obvious? You are in MY body!" Nami pointed this out with her hands now moving to her hips as she stepped forward in irritation.

Zoro raised an eyebrow, "what, you want to sleep with me?" he asked stupidly.

Nami's expression immediately changed to one of anger and embarrassment. He closed his eyes as a fist rose to hit him on the head, though no impact came. He opened them and looked at her as she stamped a foot in irritation and pulled back. He couldn't help but feel he had been saved again by the fact he was in her body. He did not hide the smirk that came to his face when he realised his advantage and studied the back that now faced him.

"I am not having Sanji or any of the others perving over my body while you are asleep" she spat, "so you will have to share my room" she finished.

Zoro really couldn't care less where he slept. He wasn't even phased by her dictating to him yet again what he could or could not do when in her body. In fact the sooner he was out of it the better. Although Chopper had given him some pain relief upon their return to the ship he was still aware of the dull aches within the lower part of her body and how un-masculine he felt at that point in time. It was like his worst dream come true. He had been snappy and irritable all evening. To the point that even his captain was beginning to make sarcastic comments about him being on his time of the month…not knowing his guesses were correct. Zoro refused to accept it though. Admitting this would make a bad situation worse.

He soon realised if he just gave into Nami's demands it would make things a lot easier and help him get to sleep a lot sooner. He walked past her and lifted an arm up to indicate for her to lead the way. Nami studied him with narrowed eyes before swaying past him and into the girl's dorms.

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Sanji watched with a red hot jealous aura as Zoro and Nami entered her room together. He gripped hold of the door handle to the men's room with a great deal of force. Luffy burnt himself on the handle from the heat coming from their cook and sat blowing at an inflamed rubber hand that throbbed before him. Chopper knelt next to his captain to check his hand then removed his hat ready to settle in for the night.

"Do you think those two will be alright?" Franky asked, following the gaze of the cook before turning back to the deck of cards in his hands and placing another down on the pile in front of him.

"Yohohoo nice move" Brook complemented his companion as he studied his own deck.

Usopp watched the man's move and grimaced. Even when not paying much attention the shipwright seemed to have a knack for this game. "Nami probably forced him to. She won't want her body in the men's dorms" the sharp shooter's statement resulted in all the men in the room looking up towards the cook.

Sanji slammed the door closed, "He better not try anything with Nami in the night" he muttered to himself.

"Dude, it would be totally un-super if he did try something with his own body…" Franky thought he would just put that out there. Their friend's situation wasn't an easy one. His statement seemed to reassure the cook. Nami definitely wouldn't allow it. Then again, the moss head for brains probably wouldn't even know what to do even if he tried.

"Maybe Zoro doesn't want Nami to sleep in the girl's room in his body" Luffy suddenly spoke up, gaining their attention.

"Why?" Chopper asked. He could imagine their rooms being clean and sweet smelling, unlike the body odour that often came from their own room.

"Well Nami is a man now right, so she could experience what all men do in the morning" Luffy shrugged, before giving out an almighty stretch and a yawn then lying on his back. Within seconds he was asleep.

His statement though got the others thinking. Usopp, Franky and Brook all looked at each other with a bead of sweat coming from their brows. No one spoke. No one needed to. They all knew what their captain was saying and they all felt for their fellow ship mate at that point in time. Neither of them would want to be in his shoes.

Usopp looked up when he felt a breeze run through the room. The door was swinging open and he suddenly realised their cook was nowhere to be seen.

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Zoro stood looking at the garment Nami had passed to him. It was soft and smooth like satin. It was definitely made from some up market material. Trust Nami to only want the best quality goods. She was a petite build and to any normal person her clothes may have seemed tiny, but in her hands they seemed just fine.

Nami watched Zoro's expression momentarily as he stared at the object in his hands like it was alien. "They are just pyjama's Zoro" she pointed out to try to make it sound like no big deal. Geez if he thought these were bad she definitely wouldn't be showing him some of the other things she owned.

Zoro lifted the shirt up, "you wear these to bed?" he knew the answer without her answering. He was just surprised. If her night ware was this expensive taste then…he forced that thought out of his head.

"Zoro you are acting like you haven't seen pyjama's before…" Nami shrugged as she turned to grab a spare blanket and pillow from her cupboard. She completely missed the hint of red that appeared on Zoro's face. Off course he knew about them…some of the guys wore something casual to bed, he had just never felt a woman's before. Yet he kept silent in the hope she wouldn't notice and instead forced the garment over his head. He was surprised at how soft and comfortable it felt on his skin…her skin.

Nami placed the pillow and blanket on the floor before she looked up and saw a thoughtful expression on her own face which stood stroking a sleeve with one hand.

"No you can't keep them" she said teasingly. Zoro jerked his head up in sudden surprise at having been noticed and immediately stopped admiring the material. Grunting he moved to sit on the floor. As he leant forward he paused in his movements and winced before standing up straight again.

"What is it?" Nami asked, noticing his sudden discomfort.

"Do these things always cause such irritation?" he asked out loud as he moved the underwire of the bra he wore slightly to the right.

"You can take it off when sleeping you know" she answered. Zoro looked at her with surprise. The thought had not occurred to him. He went to take the top off.

"Wait" Nami stopped him in his tracks and approached him, "you don't have to undress to do it" she explained. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and uncertainty as she stood in front of him and reached around his back, undoing the clasps on the back of the bra. Zoro wouldn't admit it but the sudden relief was a godsend. It was almost similar to his own genital region being adjusted when trapped in his undergarments. "Right now reach up into each sleeve and pull down the straps" Nami ordered. Zoro did as he was told. Nami then reached up his top, the sudden movement and chill of her hands forcing him to jump back and freeze. She pulled the bra out from beneath then flashed it before him with a sideways nod and a smile, "see, easy" she boasted.

He had to admit it was quite a nifty way of removing a piece of clothing without flashing himself to the world. He bet Sanji would have loved to have seen Nami do that, especially with the bounce of flesh that suddenly seemed to make Zoro more aware of their closeness.

Nami threw the bra into the laundry basket then turned her attention to herself. She started to try to remove Zoro's swords first, placing them to one side against her cabinet. She was aware of the man's gaze on her, making sure she treat them with care. Zoro was precious about his beloved swords and it was rare for him to trust anyone with them. She was one of the few he allowed to handle them.

She then removed his haramaki and head scarf, followed by his boots. It was at this point though she wasn't sure what to do from there. She knew she would have to ask him but she suddenly found herself not wanting to and stared at the ground for a moment.

Zoro watched his friend the whole time and a smile came to his face, he saw an opportunity and took it, "I sleep naked" he stated in a matter of fact tone of his.

Nami's head immediately shot up, red faced. He could not help but laugh. It was worth it to see her expression. Realising he was teasing her she turned her nose up at him and said, "baka!"

Zoro stopped laughing when he felt a slight pain in his stomach again. He subconsciously placed a hand to where it came from. "Serves you right!" Nami spat as she noticed his movements.

"I don't think I will ever get used to this" he responded casually before gazing at her. "You seriously have to go through this every month?" he asked.

Nami shrugged, "it's no big deal Zoro, it's a natural part of being a woman"

"And the desperate need to use the toilet is part of that?" he asked. She nodded.

"The tenderness of your chest to?"

This time she glared at him before sighing, "Yes, any more questions?"

He scanned her up and down and before saying, "No…and I sleep in anything".

Nami turned her nose up at his statement, "you sleep in the same clothes you wear during the day? That's disgusting Zoro"

"Not everyone can afford expensive get ups!" Zoro bit back unimpressed by her attitude and unable to control his rational thought process at that point in time.

"It isn't my fault I know how to save my money and you don't" Nami practically accused him of wasting his own.

"Right, like I can help it if you charge interest rates higher than Skypiea!" Zoro defended himself.

Nami placed a hand on her hip and waved her other in front of her face as if to ignore him, "I wouldn't have to charge you anything if you did as you were told"

Zoro could feel a temple throb in his forehead, "I told you before. I am not the love cook. I hate being used"

"How cruel" Nami's tone was one of fake hurt, "all I have ever done is try to help you out and you can't even pay back a small debt"

Zoro was angered now but managed to control it because of one thing, "Nami, enough with the acting. It doesn't work so well when you are in MY body" he pointed out. He then turned away from her and sat on the ground with an 'humph'.

Nami watched him and decided not to retort back. Now he had turned away she started to remove some of his clothes, until she got down to his underpants. Placing them to one side she caught her reflection in the mirror and paused to look at the male figure before her. Her eyes drew to the huge scar on his chest and the one across his eye. It was still difficult to see through one eye. She had to place her self in different positions and tilted her head often in order to see things clearly, yet she had to admit despite the deficit he had good vision. She placed a hand on his chest and recalled the time she had hit him, not knowing until later the severity of what lay under his bandages at the time. She remembered asking him why he was in so many bandages and him replying that he couldn't find a shirt. She couldn't help but smile a little at the memory.

"Do I get to start charging you for looking at my body like that?" Zoro asked from behind. Nami looked up to see the reflection of her own body standing near her. He turned to look in the mirror to.

Staring at their reflections for a moment Zoro placed a hand on the scar on his chest. Nami did not flinch from it. "The man who gave me this scar, also gave me the one on my eye" he explained as if reading her mind.

"Did it hurt?" Nami asked, automatically regretting the question. Off course it hurt, was she stupid?

Zoro looked at her and caught her gaze, he may have been staring at his own eye at that moment but it had a different glaze to it. Her sudden curiosity and concern sent a whirlpool of feelings through him. He stepped away and closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath to control his emotions at that point in time. Nami however saw this as him being in pain again from stomach cramps and luckily miss read the situation.

"Lay down on the bed" she ordered. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked sceptical.

"I will help alleviate the pain for you, but it is a one off so don't go expecting a lot of this" she said, trying to be kind but at the same time keeping some kind of personal boundary there.

She moved towards the bed and he followed, laying on his front with his head rested on his hands. She gently lifted up the back of the satin shirt, a feeling which gave him goose bumps. She then slowly started to rub the base of his back. He had to bite down on his tongue so as not to let out a moan of pleasure in response.

"How does that feel?" Nami asked him, moving away when she had finished.

Zoro did not want to admit it felt good and was a great relief to him, nor did he want to address the feeling of warmth and curiosity that filled him when his own hands touched her delicate skin. Instead he forced his eyes closed and pretended to fall to sleep.

"Baka" Nami stated with a smile as she placed a blanket over his sleeping form before laying on the floor and closing her own eye.

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Law stood over the heap of bodies before him and placed his sword back into its sheath with barely a scratch on him. He turned to look at the bar keeper who now had Momonsuke wrapped around his throat. The little dragon had jumped out and attacked the man as he tried to stab Law in the back.

"Where is she?" Law asked threateningly. The bar keeper slowly lifted a hand and pointed to a balcony on the far side of the cave like bar. Law reached out an arm and the little dragon released the man and jumped onto Law's hand, winding his way back up to sit on his shoulder.

Law looked up and headed over to the door above. He knocked three times before entering when a feminine voice called out for him to enter.

Momonsuke was in awe as a tall woman with long black hair turned around and looked at them. She appeared tired and full of sorrow.

"I have been waiting for you" she said.

"Any news Vera?" Law asked.

The woman studied him for a second before answering, "The rumours are true".

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Zoro turned around and breathed in an orangey fragrance as he turned on his side and stretched out his curled form. He had to admit that Nami's bed was extremely comfortable.

"ARGHHH!" The shriek of a masculine voice pierced Zoro's ears from inside the room forcing him to jerk upright. He looked to find Nami sitting on the floor beside him.

"What's the matter?" he asked, leaning over and looking down at her. She was sat cross legged and on hearing his voice immediately grabbed the blanket and covered her self with it. She avoided his eye contact and turned her head away, it was a brilliant red.

Zoro blinked and looked at her for a second.

"Would you leave the room" Nami asked him with a wavered tone.

"Why?" he asked back, reluctant to get out of bed.

"Because I say so!" she snapped back.

Still aware that their navigator was not looking at him purposely and also very unwilling to move he soon figured out what the problem was. He didn't know if he should laugh or die from embarrassment to. It was a normal part of being a man after all, just like he was experiencing what it was like to be a woman. Neither of them wanted it, but they didn't have a choice in the matter either. Besides, he was not going to leave the room with her on her own in his body at that point in time!

Zoro stepped out of the bed and knelt before her.

"Close your eyes" he instructed.

"Why?" Nami asked now turning to look at him, but avoiding eye contact.

"Trust me Nami" he answered. She did as she was told.

"Now breathe in and out slowly" he instructed. She followed his orders and immediately started to feel a little better.

"Has it gone?" he asked.

Nami opened her eyes and nodded. She sighed with relief and then looked at him again. She was suddenly too aware that her own cleavage was facing her. His body reacted immediately again and she pushed him away.

"Hey what was that for?" he asked.

Nami continued to try to take deep breathes, "It's not working, why?!" she shouted at him as if it was his fault.

Zoro watched her silently then spoke up, "you need to think about something else" he offered, rubbing his head with a hand.

"Think about what exactly? You make it sound like I was thinking about something I shouldn't have been to begin with! It is your perverted body!" she yelled unimpressed and frankly feeling extremely uncomfortable. It felt really tight and sore.

"Go to the bathroom then" Zoro answered.

"And do what exactly?" she accused.

"Pee! What else did you think I'd say?" he shouted back defensively.

"But that means I have to go out there, what if the others see me?" she whined.

She had a point off course. A knock came to the door.

"Is everything alright in there Nami-san?" Robin asked, daring not to enter after her night of keeping watch.

"Shit!" Nami was now cupping his groin and trying to force the unannounced surprise down her self. "Fine Robin!" she called out, hoping her friend would go away.

"Hey be careful with what you are doing!" Zoro snapped, reaching her and pulling her hands away from their position, worried she would do some damage.

"Hey let go!" Nami shouted. They wrestled with each other for control.

"I am coming in" Robin said as she slowly opened the door. The raven haired woman was surprised to see the figure of the navigator straddling the swordsman, pinning his arms to the floor.

"Oh my" Robin said, placing a hand to her mouth as a bead of sweat poured out of her brow. "I will come back later" she continued as she closed the door behind her.

"Wait, Robin, No, it's not what it looks like!" Nami shouted out, but her plea fell on deaf ears.

Nami stared at Zoro. If looks could kill he would be dead a thousand times over.

"Well look at it this way" he said, slowing removing himself from her, "it's gone".

Nami knew he was right but was too angry to say anything, he knew he was in trouble. He slowly stepped back towards the door and managed to pull it open before an onslaught of objects flew after him.

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A/N: Oh dear, poor Nami! Well now they have both had a taste of how it feels to be the opposite sex.

Let me know what you think and any other ideas you may have.

I will try not to make chapters so long in between this time!

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