Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: From the 24 hours prompt request in my tumblr by greenmikan. I wanted to use the 11:11 wish thingy. But you know how sometimes the stories just write themselves. Still I hope you enjoy it!

24 HOURS

[11:11 PM]

For the life of him, Zoro couldn't understand what the heck is wrong with him.

He let out an irritated huff as he pushed open the heavy door leading to the apartment building's rooftop. He actually had a long day today—which honestly is an understatement. He was physically and mentally drained.

And yet he couldn't sleep.

Him—who can practically doze off anywhere and everywhere, in any possible (and sometimes impossible) position—couldn't.

His body is tired. But his brain is still on hyperactive mode from all the events earlier that it's having trouble shutting down. He already downed like four beers and it didn't help.

What a drag. He figured he probably needed to relax and do some meditation first. That should help.

And what better place than up there in rooftop where no one can disturb him.

His friends had kindly set-up a small Zen garden there for him—much to his surprise and initial reluctance. He didn't need it to be honest. He could do with any available space there as long as no one's gonna disturb him. But still, he's not ungrateful of the gesture.

Usopp had let slip one time that it was Nami's idea. She had seen him meditating up there a lot of times; in random locations like near Usopp's vegetable garden, Robin's flower bed or even near her orange trees. She figured he needed a spot of his own.

It was really … nice of her. But to be honest, it was making Zoro a bit edgy. He knew her enough now that she never does anything without receiving anything in exchange. He's still waiting for her to send him a check on how much he owes her for that gesture. She's an evil, money-loving witch after all.

The sweet, citrusy smell from Nami's trees lingered on the night air and reached his nose. It only grew stronger as he approached them.

Zoro took a deep breath, the fragrance immediately relaxing him.

Well, he got to hand it to Nami. She chose a damn good location for his meditation spot… just right near the soothing scent of her mikan trees.

She is probably asleep now, seeing how it's already past ten. Zoro found himself musing. That troublesome woman.

"Zoro?"

That made him jolt a little from surprise. Wha—?

"Nami?"

Speaking of his witch-of-a-neighbor; the cheeky, orange-haired woman stepped out from the behind of her trees to meet him. She was actually hidden from the view by the thick, green leaves.

There goes his meditation plan.

"Why are you here?" She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. A teasing smirk was adorning her pretty face.

He stopped himself short from pouting disappointedly at his ruined plan.

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh," Nami gave a quick glance sideways, towards his meditation spot.

"Why are you still up?" He immediately asked. He figured the shorter their conversation will be, the faster she'll head down and leave him alone in peace. "Don't you need your beauty sleep or something?"

Nami chuckled at that. "Well yeah. But I couldn't," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. "Too many thoughts." She gave her temple a quick tap.

Oh? So he wasn't the only one whose brain is on hyperactive mode.

"And you?" Nami queried as she walked past him, heading towards one of the deck chairs she and Robin had set up up there for tanning purposes.

His answer was just a grunt and yet, Nami was able to decipher it effortlessly.

"Same huh?" She settled on the chair and Zoro just noticed that there was an open beer bottle on the floor beside it.

"Carry on and just pretend I'm not here." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she settled down the chair with that mischievous smirk still on her face.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'll try to be quiet, promise."

"You better try hard." He muttered at her as he headed towards his spot. He heard her snicker behind him.

He settled down with legs crossed, sneaking a glance at Nami to check if she was watching him just to annoy him. But she already had her cat-eared headphones over her ears and her eyes were closed.

Zoro took a deep breath and did the same. He focused on the familiar scents and sounds of late hour—the rustle of the leaves of the mikan trees, the distant chatters of some passersby, the far-off honking of car horns, carefree laughter coming from one of the apartments below. Someone must've recently used the laundry area; for he can smell the clean scent of a fabric conditioner along with the sweet fragrance coming from Robin's flower bed, the earthy smell of Usopp's vegetable garden, and of course, that comforting scent of oranges that somehow always reminds him of Nami...

The mixture of all those helped him relaxed, helped him focus and find his center and…

The rhythmic tapping of Nami's foot on the wooden surface of her chair broke his concentration.

He frowned. And when it continued... a vein appeared on his forehead.

"Oi," Zoro called out. "Stop that will ya?"

Nami tilted her head towards him with a questioning look on her face.

Zoro glared at her. Then at her foot, which was still tapping away.

She followed his gaze and grinned sheepishly at him. "Sorry!"

He should've have known that there is no way in hell that they could achieve peace when the two of them are in the same place at the same time.

"Sorry Zoro!" She apologized again. But that stupid, impish grin on her face says otherwise.

He continued glaring at her. "You're doing it on purpose!"

"I am so not!" Nami frowned at his accusation.

"You so are." He huffed as he stood up, dusting the back of his pants and letting go of the idea that he can actually do some meditation with her around.

"So not!" She had the decency to stick her tongue out at him.

And Zoro knew she absolutely did that on purpose.

Is vexing him turning out to be one of her favorite hobbies now? Two can play the same game.

He didn't give her any warning when he sat himself beside her on the deck chair, almost shoving her and making her fall over.

"Damn it Zoro!" She shouted, hitting him on the shoulder. "Really?!"

He threw her a smirk as he made a quick grab for the beer she just left unfinished. "Yeah, really." He put a slight emphasis to the word.

Nami eyed him disdainfully as he downed the contents of her beer. "Thought you're gonna meditate?" She growled as he gave the bottle a slight shake to make sure he had drank every last drop in it.

"You're distracting me," he answered simply. "And you're gonna continue distracting me."

From the corner of his eye he saw Nami bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. But he saw the way her shoulders shake and he couldn't stop rolling his eye at her and her antics.

This is probably the payment for the Zen garden she so conveniently set up for him.

"There'll be no peace for you when I'm around Zoro." The smile she gave him right there and then promised nothing good for him in the days to come.

Surprisingly still… he's looking forward to it.

"Same."

– The End –

R and R please.