You're gunna hate me :)
Vivi pulled into her normal parking spot, awaiting Nami so they could head to school. She waited patiently, not really expecting the orange girl to come out willingly. Looking slightly irked, Vivi opened the door, fully intending on dragging the depressed girl downstairs when she heard the sound of soft footsteps gliding down the stairs. Peeking over the roof of herr car, she caught the slightest glimpse of orange hair before it ducked into the car. The blue girl slid into her seat and started up the car and pulled out and started down the road to the school. Vivi found the silence unsettling and glanced at Nami, seeing that she half assed her morning routine. She looked horrible, but she was coming to school as Vivi requested, so she had no room to complain. Nami sat as still as a statue as she continuously stared out the window. Vivi was dreading here decision already.
Vivi parked silently and turned to her friend, "Nami, I have something I need to-" before she could finish, Nami was already closing the door as she sauntered towards the school without so much as a backwards glance. Vivi stared in disbelief, she never knew her friend to be so cold to her before. The blue girl lagged behind dramatically as she headed towards the front door of the school.
Nami trotted in to the principals office, ignoring the calls and worries of other students. As she seated herself in the cushioned chair across from the balding old man before her, the principal, Mr. Thoring, put aside whatever paper work he was working on at the moment to turn his attention to the girl before him.
"Sir, I would like to take the advanced courses taught in the outer most building." Nami stated, her voice even, although she knew she was setting herself up for hell. Mr. Thoring stared in disbelief at the petite woman before him, she was even more scrawny than he remembered her, had she not eaten recently, he knew she wasn't one for malnutrition. He thought her request over and knew that it would be a bad idea, but the look she gave him showed how determined she was to get into the advanced classes. Sighing he pulled out a piece of paper from one of the bottom drawers and slid it across the table.
"You will have to sign this, claiming we are not responsible for whatever harm befalls you. We would also like you to mark the classes you had in mind." he stated as he slid a pen across the table and watched as she marked away at the paper before scrawling her name across the bottom and on the line. She glanced it over once before passing it back to him for him to approve. He glanced it over in shock looking up at Nami as he grasped the pen, "Nami, are you sure you want to do this?" she nodded and watched as he signed his approval at the top off the page. "You will continue your classes for the remainder of the day, you will report to me tomorrow to get your new schedule." Nami nodded once more before leaving to head to her first period.
Even though she came to class late, her teacher didn't speak up about it and instead handed her the worksheet the rest of the class was busy with. Nami doodled a map, not really even trying before she stared off into space. The teacher collected her sheet and noticed it wasn't the work Nami normally put forth in her designs. She brushed it off as lack of sleep and accepted the work before waving the class off. Nami sat in her nursing class, depressed by just looking around. Law had taught quite a bit in his time here, every time he patched her up, he would tell her a bit more about medicine and how to patch herself up easier. Nami paid a bit more attention now, knowing that the knowledge could only benefit her. As nursing droned on, so did cooking, Nami actually made a worth while meal that she hardly touched during her lunch period. In fact, Vivi ate the majority of it, making up for Nami's lack of appetite. Lunch passed without a word from Nami. Navigation passed quickly for her as she didn't even put forth the effort she normally would.
Finally she walked into the dojo, not even bothering to grab the offered change of clothes as she tossed her bag into a corner. The teacher noticed her lack of respect and called her over, ordering the remainder off the students to watch as he disciplines the girl before him.
The teacher, Mr. Shradler, grabbed one of the swords of the wall, not a bokken, but the sharp weapon that Nami wielded the last time she was in class. Nami only headed to the closet and pulled out the same staff that she wielded against Zoro. Mr. Shradler said nothing, confident that the girl would only lose with more damage due to her poor choice. Nami remained calm as her teacher swung his sword down in front of him, a silent signal that he was ready, Nami twirled her staff once in recognition before spreading her legs slightly in the stance she used against Zoro. Mr. S swung at her fast, Nami ducked and kicked her leg out as she observed Zoro do to shy her back a few steps in their spar. As predicted, he did step back, lurching his sword back as he did so. Nami stood and swung at his left, causing all his defense to shift to his side. The orange girl, changed the course of her weapon to the ground, balancing herself as she vaulted, delivering a swift kick to his right. He stumbled to the left, Nami crouched, kicking the tip of her staff out where it stopped at his ankles, effectively tripping him. Nami stood with a twirl of her staff, stopping it mid twirl to rest menacingly at his neck. This man was nowhere close to her level when she held a staff, especially after her rigorous spar against Zoro. She was on her own level now.
She didn't make eye contact with Mr. S as she slung the staff across her shoulders, strolling to the exit. The students encircling the pair parted for her, admiring her in silent awe. She caught her bag with the tip of the staff, sliding it down the length of the weapon and onto her back. Once exiting she headed to the principals office, drumming her fingers onto the smooth surface of the staff. She didn't knock as she entered the office, laying the staff against the wall.
"I decided this will be the lone object I bring to the classes with me tomorrow." she called to the man at the desk. He didn't look up as he nodded his understanding, to engrossed with his paperwork for it to matter much. Nami left just as silently as she came, heading out to Vivi's blue car to await the end of school. It really didn't take long for Vivi to start running across the lot to the car. She wore a frown on her usually happy face as she rounded the car to the drivers side.
"We have something too talk about when we get you home, and I am not leaving until I'm finished." her words were cold and so unlike Vivi that concern briefly flashed in Nami's dead eyes. The two silently drove back to the apartments and marched to Nami's living room. Vivi closed the door behind her and followed the silent Nami to her bedroom. Nami was slipping out of her uniform when Vivi closed the door and leaned against it. "Are you going to let me talk now without running off?" Vivi questioned, Nami simply laid on her bed, Vivv just about had it with her best friends distant attitude and snapped. "Do you think they would have wanted to leave you like this? Do you think they would be happy with your choice of silent brooding?! Your decision to sign up for the hell course at school where you are going to be torn limb from limb?! How would Sanji feel about not being able to see you happily eat the food he poured his heart into? Or Zoro seeing you beat up the teacher because you were in a foul mood instead of roughing it out and playing defensive and letting the man keep some of his honor? Or Luffy not seeing you smile and laugh as you used to do so carelessly? How would Law feel about you purposely beating yourself up and in constant pain at the wounds you signed up to have inflicted upon yourself?! Do you think this is what they wanted when they left? Do you?! They wanted you to be happy leading your life back to how you used to enjoy it, as you lived so contently before! So stop your moping and suck it up." with that said, Vivi stomped across the room stopping at an extremely large map plastered across her wall and gave it a good yank, tearing the material off the wall and revealing the paint handprints all in the cluster just as she remembered it.
Nami stared at the colors, sanding up and walking towards it slowly, running a delicate hand across the lot of them. Tears welled up in Nami's eyes as she spoke to her friend for the first time in many days. "Where is everything? All of it." she asked softly. Vivi licked her lips nervously.
"In your storage unit downstairs, I got the key from Miss. Helmway with the excuse you wanted to put them inn storage." Nami didn't look at her friend as she made her way out and downstairs. Not soon after did Nami come back in, balancing the pile of memories in her arms before gently laying it all on her bed. She didn't look at her friend, her eyes glued on the four plushes she grabbed on her way back in that laid at the top of the stack.
"Get out." Vivi blinked in surprise, not understanding. She opened her mouth to say something when Nami interrupted. "Get out, and never talk to me again."
"But Nami I can expl-" Vivi once again had no say in what Nami decided.
"You tore them away from me, you didn't let me say good-bye, you acted by yourself. You have no right to talk to me, you have no right to be around me. Just go now." Vivi opened her mouth to interject again when Nami laid her head on the mountain of fluff before her. "Please go before I do something reckless." seeing her friend's shoulders shake, the blue haired girl decided that her presence was doing more harm then intended, casting one final glance at Nami, she made her way out quickly before she could run over and hug her distressed friend.
Once Nami heard the click of the front door, she broke down, curling in on herself. She buried her head in the memories the lingering aura of the boys. Her sobs echoed off the walls and into hr ears, reminding her that she was once again alone, even more so than before. She had Vivi before the whole thing happened, now she didn't even have the blue ray of sunshine, all she had were the trinkets that currently surrounded her.
After today, Nami swore to never cry again, never let someone get close to her, to get stronger, to fight to once again be with her boys. After that day, Nami's eyes were no longer hollow and empty, but instead shone with determination, and no one was going to stomp out the flame of pure stubborn will that nestled in her stomach and flowed through her very being. From this day forth, Nami was never lonely.
The End! How many really do hate me now? Well, to ease that hate, I am writing a sequel, not sure when I'll post it up though. It'll probably be awhile seeing as my classes suck and give me projects/homework every night. Anyway, thankks to all my watchers/reviewers/ and rreaders, you all made writing this FF a whole lot easier on me :) Till next time!