LuSu and ZoDe
"must... defeat... Mihawk..." Zoro thought to himself as he lifted his heavy weights, emphasizing every word with a lift. De-Ji watched a couple meters away, and frowned at the intense concentration on his face, then her eyes moved down to the soak-drenched shirt that rested on his tiring body. De-Ji sighed, and called his name. He didn't respond. She yelled his name this time, making him flinch and look over at her, pausing for a minute in his weight-lifting.
"Take off your shirt. It's soaked," Zoro looked down at his shirt to see that she was right. He put down the heavy weights and pulled his white shirt over his head, and tossed it at De-Ji. The shirt floated through the air, and landed on De-Ji's face. She pulled it off her face with a grimace, and glared at Zoro, who had taken up his weights again. She took off her shoes, and changed into a hawk (she ate the taka taka no mi), grabbed the shirt and some string, and flew off to a tree to hang the shirt on an improvised clothes line that she had made with the string.
A curious Luffy and Suta had come to watch, and De-Ji laughed then said,
"don't touch it, ok?" They both nodded innocently, but De-Ji knew better. She put the clothes line higher up on the tree, then flew back to Zoro. Luffy and Suta grinned mischievously at each other, and Luffy said,
"Last one to the shirt is a rotten steak!" Suta laughed, then started shimmying up the tree. Luffy stretched his arms, and yelled out,
"GOMU GOMU NO... ROCKET!!!" as he shot up into the air, reaching the same spot on the tree at the same time as Suta. He grabbed the tree, and looked over at Suta, who had put a hand on the rope holding up the shirt. Suta stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed with her other hand, then swung out onto the rope. Luffy grabbed the rope with both hands, and swung out to realize that he couldn't use his rubber powers to get farther faster. Suta laughed, and swung her legs up, trying to make it easier to move along the rope length.
Suta's nose twitched as a wind blew a scent over to her, she grimaced and coughed. It smelled like rank sweat. She looked over at the shirt, noticing for the first time that it was practically dripping with sweat. She grimaced more, then dropped to the ground. Luffy laughed in triumph, reached out and touched the shirt, then dropped down by Suta and laughed with her.
Zoro had stopped lifting his weights, and was spread eagled out on the soft green grass, with little snores coming from him every so often when De-Ji came back. She smiled, then layed her body down kitty-cornered to his and lifted her pointer finger. She inched closer, then placed the finger on the top of his long scar that ran across his muscled chest. Tracing the scar slowly, the pads of her fingers memorizing every bump and stitch of the scar.