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

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

Warning: OOC possible. One-shot. PWP (not the M one).

Happy Birthday to my favorite swordsman. This wasn't supposed to be the 6th installment in this collection but the stories do have a life of their own. Three pendings and this one just flew right past and finished itself for upload. Nice.


Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

6: If Looks Could Kill


"Seriously?"

A pair of brown eyes slanted dangerously as the question came out in a snarl.

Not the one to be deterred, she met his gaze with a fierce glare of her own.

"Well yeah. Seriously too?" She shot back, hands finding their place on her hips.

Ooooh. If looks could kill, somebody's already splayed out on the grassy deck of the Thousand Sunny… dead cold.

"Whatever witch," the green-haired swordsman huffed angrily, turning around so he can walk away from the infuriating and bratty navigator.

"Don't whatever me you ass," Nami growled. "And don't you dare walk away from me."

"Conversation's over." Zoro muttered as he descended the Sunny's foremast stairs. His booted foot hit each floorboard heavily, as if he wanted to stomp on them until they crack to smithereens.

Nami immediately followed him. Zoro was in an unnaturally unpleasant mood. And she might just have a suspicion as to why.

"Honestly Zoro," she sighed exasperatedly. "You're jealous of a kid?"

The swordsman stopped dead in his tracks. It was a good thing though that as of the moment, no one is currently loafing on the deck to hear her absurd declaration.

"You are, aren't you?" Nami probed when she receive no answer aside from the sudden stiffening of the tall man's shoulders

Zoro slanted his head slightly towards her direction and hissed venomously. "I am not jealous woman!" He then proceeded to march across the deck, more heavy footed than before. A little more force in his stride and he'll be putting holes on Franky's carefully manicured lawn for sure.

"Oh really," Nami fought the urge to snort at his denial. "And what, pray tell, do you think you're doing if it's not called jealousy?"

Zoro turned to face her unexpectedly that she nearly collided with him. "I am NOT."

The navigator frowned at him. "He's just a kid for crying out loud!"

"And a lecherous one at that! He has the makings of that ero-curly brow and Brook combined. Oh and let's not forget that perverted old samurai too!"

"What?!" Nami exploded. Seriously, what the hell is up with their swordsman extraordinaire? He was really being crabby and she's not finding it amusing at all. Well, the fact that he can ACTUALLY be jealous, yeah she can. But aside from that he's being difficult and surly all morning that Nami can't help but think who is the actual brat in the Thousand Sunny.

"That kid is groping you and you are letting him!" Zoro's tone grew dangerously low, an absolute sign that one more push and the former pirate hunter will explode.

"No he's not." Nami retorted stubbornly, crossing her arms as she glowered at the man in front of her.

"Oh really?" There was a sarcastic smile on the swordsman's face. "His face is always in your chest every damn chance he got. And you actually think it's just a hug? Are you really that dense Nami?"

"I repeat he's just a kid," Nami gritted her teeth to keep herself from shrieking. Where did Zoro get that idea? And honestly? He's accusing a kid? That's low blow anywhere she looks.

But the Straw Hats' first mate was not done. "And you and Robin bathe with him? Oh come on!" Zoro would've thrown his hands up in frustration but that's just not him.

Nami scowled. Everything was clicking into the right places. There was definitely no way she was wrong with what she's suspecting. He IS jealous. And of Momo-chan of all!

Why can't he be normal and just be jealous of… Sanji perhaps? At least with their flirty, flighty cook it would be reasonable.

She decided to play her cards right.

"You're just mad because you can't take baths with me."

If Zoro's scarred eye can just freaking open itself from that shocking accusation, it would have done so. "What?!"

"You heard me!" She raised her chin up to meet his gaze challengingly. "And you're also mad because Momo-chan can hug me whenever he wants!"

"More like bury his face in your chest you mean," Zoro muttered darkly.

"I'm right. You are jealous."

"Woman, I am NOT!"

And the staring contest began. No one is backing down as it is well known in the crew that the swordsman and the navigator rank closely to the Straw Hats' captain when it comes to stubbornness.

"You are angry because you can't freely do whatever you want with me." Nami taunted, daring the green-haired man to correct and deny her accusation.

Like Zoro will take her bait. He's not going to help Nami dig a hole where he can bury himself into.

He merely sneered at her. "Whatever witch, I'm done talking here." With that he turned and headed towards the male quarters.

"Zoro," she called out but the former pirate hunter already entered the room and closed the door.

Nami was left alone in the deck. She exhaled loudly in irritation. Zoro was smart enough to walk away from their discussion without implicating himself.

She had known the swordsman to be straight forward and honest. Why can't he just admit it outright that he is actually jealous of a kid?

Maybe there are just some things that even a man in Zoro's caliber can't acknowledge; most likely because the idiot's to proud to admit that he can actually be riled up every now and then when it involves her.

The man doesn't want her to realize the power she had over him. Too bad.

Oh he'll pay for that dearly.

Regardless. This is one confrontation she's not willing to continue until tomorrow.

She trudged towards the quarters and opened the door. None of the other male Straw Hats were inside. Zoro was already lying on his bunk at the far end of the room, his swords resting against the wall.

"Zoro," she called out again. Softly.

He did not answer. Nami rolled her eyes. She knows he's pretending to be asleep so that she will leave.

Not gonna happen.

"Oi marimooo," Nami moved closer to him and poked his cheek.

He swatted her hand. "Go away Nami, I'm trying to sleep here."

"Zo-ro," she poked him again. Harder this time. An irritated expression appeared on his face. She sat on his bunk, nudging him. A silent command for him to make space for her.

"I said go away," he grumbled.

Nami stuck her tongue out at him. She scooted closer, forcing her body on the small space available beside the swordsman. Zoro grunted and finally adjusted his body so she can lie down next to him.

The navigator grinned and she knows she already won the fight. She casually draped half of her body on top of the swordsman, her face a few inches away from his. She knows, of course, how to push his buttons especially when he is having his temper tantrum.

"Let me make it up to you ok?" She murmured sweetly, flicking his nose lightly.

Zoro frowned.

"I am neglecting you aren't I?" Nami asked teasingly, amused when the frown on Zoro's face turned into a scowl.

She nuzzled his neck, smiling when she heard a sigh escape his lips. She knew she had him.

"No more baths with that samurai kid," Zoro suddenly muttered.

Nami lifted her head slightly to gaze at his face. Brown eyes met a lone, stern, gray one and she bit her lip. "Ok." She readily agreed.

"No bikini tops and no hugging with his face to your breasts or I will slice him into little pieces and use him as a fishing bait."

The mikan-haired girl wanted to laugh at that. So he is NOT jealous huh? Or so he claims.

And with a kid at that.

"Nami!" Zoro's tone was menacing.

She nodded as she settled her head against his chest. "Ok, no more hugs and baths. The only one allowed to that is you."

"Good."

A catty grin graced her lips. "Aren't you a bit possessive?"

"Shut up."

Nami shifted to settle beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Do you want to take a bath now?" She asked mischievously.

Zoro groaned not missing the not-so-subtle invitation from the naughty navigator. Pulling her closer to him, he nuzzled her hair. "No, I want to sleep."

"Want me to sleep here?"

Zoro raised an eyebrow at her. "This is the men's quarters." He reminded her.

"So?" Nami pouted. "If you are going to be a big green-eyed monster might as well let the others see that I'm yours."

Loud laughter came from the outside of the room and the door banged open. The other crew members entered, ready to call it a day.

The laughter halted abruptly when they saw Nami and Zoro.

"Wha—wha—wha…" Was all Sanji can say while everyone else remained frozen in their respective spots.

"Nami's sleeping here tonight," Zoro said with a smirk, pulling his blanket over them.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to let everyone in the ship know that they are together and that nobody—be it that pervert kid or the ero-cook—can touch what's his.


- The End -


A jealous Zoro. A girl can dream.

And if anyone wants to know, yes Nami was not able to sleep from all the snores and sleep talking that she had to drag Zoro to the Crow's Nest for some peace and quiet and I'll just leave the rest to your imagination guys.

R and R.