Alright, sorry that i didnt update last week, I was on a vacation that took longer then expected. Also I'll be back in school starting next thursday so updates will vary.R&R!
Vivi dropped Nami and the boys off, claiming she had other plans and needed to leave. All watched as Vivi sped down the road, squealing around the corner. Nami turned to the boys and fixed each with a glare. They now knew that she really didn't mean to scare them and that she was showing them affection in her own way. At least that's what Vivi told them, but then again Vivi told them a lot of things. Like that one time that she told Law the bathroom was vacant when Nami was showering, or explained to Luffy that Nami kept candy in her underwear drawer. Or what about the time she told Zoro that Nami didn't mind sharing a bed with him, or Sanji that Nami needed help putting on her underwear. In all honesty, they really shouldn't trust what Vivi says anymore, but they do anyway, girls are just one big mystery.
"Once we get into the house, go home. I want to relax a bit before I'm bombarded by anymore pirates." with that said, she turned on her heel and unlocked her door. As the boys stepped in, Luffy went back to the Sunny, completely understanding her wanting to be alone, he also wanted to raid the fridge there too. Law on the other hand, didn't like the fact that it sounded like an order. He sneered but went back regardless, giving the petite girl the finger and a dirty look. Nami dropped the plushes into the box before heading into the kitchen, preheating the oven to make a small meal.
Nami hummed to herself as she let the food cook; reaching out to grasp the handle she flinched back shaking her hand, blowing air on it. Today wasn't her day at all. She was about to go back to cooking when a hand grasped her wrist. Damn those boys, she said she wanted to be alone. Nami glanced over her shoulder, about ready to yell at Luffy or Law when she saw the blonde cook instead. He smiled as he reached into his pocket to grab some ointment, rubbing it delicately across the palm of her hand. He then reached over and continued where she left off. Nami stared then huffed, clearly not happy with being babied by the cook.
"I'm capable of fixing my own meals Sanji." she grumbled, trying to reach around him to grab the pan back. Sanji merely moved it away. Then again when she kept trying at it before finally pushing her away with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"I know Nami-san, but I can't help the need to fix meals for such a beautiful woman as yourself. Why don't you go get in something comfortable while I fix up a meal?" he said, acting more suave than Nami thought possible. Giving him one final glare she went to change, grabbing the first thing she touched. This happened to be the 'Love Cook' hoodie and white pajama shorts. Shrugging she walked out, sitting opposite the counter and staring as Sanji worked. He was so good at it, why couldn't she be that good. Nami groaned as she slammed her head onto the counter in depression. Sanji's 'damsel in distress' senses went off as he stared at her. "Nami-san, what's wrong?" he asked genuinely concerned for the girl but holding back the need to completely smother her.
Nami peeked up at him before moping some more. "I can't cook good food." Sanji stared at the moping girl knowing how to fix this.
"I could teach you." Nami sat up at that, turning to look at him.
"Really?" Nami gave him a suspicious look, looking for any sign of lying but finding none. Sanji nodded and watched as Nami happily jumped up and ran around into the kitchen to stand next to him. He would surely go easy on her.
The next few hours consisted of Sanji beating every ingredient known to man into her skull. The taste and texture of dishes. What spices to use depending on the flavor of meal and cutting techniques. Needless to say, he wasn't going easy at all. By the end of the fifth hour, Sanji called it a day and Nami slumped over, feeling as if she went to her swordsman class ten times in a row without a break. Sanji finally seemed to notice and made her a smoothie, hoping that he didn't break her.
Nami thanked him and asked if she could be alone for a bit. He agreed without a word and left Nami to sit in silence. For the first time in a long time, Nami greeted the silence happily. Those boys kept getting her into trouble one way or another, but then again, she didn't have this much excitement in a long time. She smiled, recalling all the fun the boys brought with them. Her smile then faded as realization hit, she stared at her phone before grabbing it slowly. She slowly input her message and stared at it, the corners of her lips drooping into a frown as she reread the text. Her thumb hovered over the buttons before pressing the delete button and composing another, much smaller text composed of only two words. After sending the message Nami sunk into the cushions of the couch, ready to not move for a few hours.