DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS.

Friday. The last day of the week. The day soccer tryout results were to be posted. The day Hamlet was showing.

Luffy did not come to school today. The halls of East Blue Academy were abuzz with the murmurs of students trying to figure out what had happened to the young boy who had become their local celebrity in such a short amount of time. Theories flew around ranging from a mere sickness to him moving away, never to be heard from again. The green-haired swordsmith walked the halls of East Blue Academy, catching snippets of different rumors. He had texted Luffy all morning, worried when he didn't show up for their first class. As he walked out to the grounds he contemplated visiting his strawhat friend. As he scratched his head he felt something shove him from behind, causing him to stumble forward.

"Sorry moss-head, but maybe don't daydream in the middle of the path next time." Crocodile jeered.

Zoro adjusted his shirt and picked his bag off the ground, eager to simply continue walking. "My bad," he grumbled. He tried to turn around and walk towards Luffy's apartment but was met with another body blocking his way.

"What's with the rush, moss-head?" Zoro looked up to see Bellamy's face, twisted into a wicked grin.

Zoro sighed heavily. While he was the subject of bullying constantly, he never let it get to him. He prided himself on his will - he knew he was stronger. He just didn't care enough about the people to care about the bullying. And today he was especially not in the mood. "Listen, I don't have time for your fuckery. Now if you two would excuse me, I have to go."

Bellamy scratched his chin. "You know Crocodile, it really seems like ever since that strawhat came, we've been kind of kicked to the curb. Doesn't really seem that fair does it?"

Crocodile grinned. "No, no it does not. That punk has really gotten on my nerves." Crocodile addressed Zoro. "But it looks like he's not here, and you're not so tough when you don't have your little friend to help you."

Bellamy spoke up. "Ohoho! I wonder where he is!"

Crocodile's eyes locked with Zoro's as a sly smile crept across his face. "For his sake, far away from here now."

Zoro's eyes widened. "...now? What did you do to him?"

YESTERDAY…

Bellamy was humiliated. His pride had been shattered, his status dethroned, and his school was no longer his. As he walked through the halls of East Blue Academy, he scowled at the other students who stared at the bandages on his face, covering what Luffy had done to him. Granted, nobody really knew what had happened to him, but he knew. He would always know, today and forever.

He walked into the cafeteria and sat down at a table with the rest of his lackeys, too angry to eat. He gently touched his bandaged nose and cursed the strawhat. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the large figure who sat down across from him.

"Bellamy,"

Bellamy looked up at the face behind the voice. "Crocodile. What do you want?"

"You and I both have something in common. We've both been humiliated by the new kid with the strawhat."

"Luffy," Bellamy spat.

Crocodile gestured to Bellamy's bandaged nose. "I know what he did to you."

Bellamy's eyes narrowed. "How?"

Crocodile shrugged. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that we have an opportunity to get back at him."

Bellamy was silent as the idea mulled about in his head. Revenge? Didn't sound too bad. He grinned. "What did you have in mind?"

Crocodile returned the grin as he leaned in. "Tonight, we break into his place and completely tear it up. He's bound to have some important things in there that we can fuck up."

Bellamy nodded. He liked the idea - hit him where it mattered and send him a message. "I'm in."

"Good, we need to be quick, meet me outside in an hour."

"Done."

ONE HOUR LATER….

Bellamy and Crocodile arrived at Luffy's apartment building together. They circled the building carefully, making sure that nobody was present. The apartment building was falling apart, shingles were missing, wood was rotting, and ivy had claimed the sides as its own. Hardly anybody lived here and the few that did lived in bare necessity. Crocodile and Bellamy noted that Luffy lived on the third floor, and promptly went up to his front door.

"Go make sure the coast is clear again," Crocodile ordered Bellamy.

"It's clear! Just hurry up and let's do this," Bellamy hissed.

Crocodile looked around him one last time before slamming his foot in the door. The already weak wood stood no chance against such a powerhouse of a kick. It flew open, splintered and cracked to reveal Luffy's small apartment.

Across the room was his bed, with two nightstands, one on each side. The carpet was stained and smelled of alcohol, clearly a sign of whoever lived here before Luffy. The kitchen was barren, only a few pots and pans lay out neatly to dry. The slow, rhythmic drops of the faucet water hitting the sink was the only sound in the room. A small dining table stood across from the kitchen, empty apart from a vase of orchids in the center. The raven-haired boys apartment was surprisingly comfortable and homey, in the most humble way.

Bellamy started shaking a can of spray paint as he walked around the small room. "Nice place," he mused, "very...gritty."

Crocodile started looking through the drawers of desks, pulling out clothes in search for something of importance. Finding nothing, he pulled the nightstand down angrily. "The punk has NOTHING!"

Bellamy finished spray painting on his walls before turning towards Crocodile. His gaze fell on a framed picture of what must be Luffy's family. He grinned. "Don't speak so soon, bud. It looks like this might be exactly what we need." He picked up the picture of the happy family and showed it to Crocodile, who narrowed his eyes with a smirk.

"Nice place, nice family, this kid's got it all, huh?"

"You could say that," Bellamy replied, before dropping the picture on the ground. With a grunt, he brought his foot down on the frame, shattering the glass with a crunch. "There we go, much better."

Crocodile looked out the window and saw the sun was setting. "Come on, we have to get out of here, he'll be back soon."

Bellamy nodded and kicked over some chairs before stepping out of the doorway and into the fresh air. Crocodile followed suit and the two departed the scene quickly, leaving behind only destruction and sadness for the young boy who was soon to arrive.

BACK IN THE PRESENT…

Zoro was speechless. As he stared at the faces of Crocodile and Bellamy, he realized why Luffy hadn't come to school. The usually carefree, confident, young boy he had become friends with had had his spirit broken. This was far worse than any physical bruise or public humiliation; this had struck his very person in a way that Zoro could not imagine. With trembling fists he growled.

"Get out of my way."

Bellamy looked at Crocodile in amusement. "He didn't ask nicely, did he?"

"No he did not."

Zoro wasn't having it. In the middle of their little conversation he sucker punched Bellamy in the stomach with a fully clenched fist and watched as he doubled over in pain from surprise. "I said. Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

Bellamy's eyes shot up to look at Zoro. "Why you little…" But before he could retaliate, a booming voice from behind them spoke.

"That's enough!"

The three boys stopped and turned around. The booming voice belonged to an older man, with a pristine, white mustache. Although he was older, the man was huge, and his voice carried the weight of experience. Edward Newgate, Chancellor of East Blue Academy, was walking towards them. "You three," he continued, "in my office. Now."

Nami sat on the edge of her bed. The clock read 7:46. She looked down at her phone and sighed. It was well past the time that Luffy said he would meet her, and after receiving no answer from the boy, Nami had stopped trying. She took off her boots and earrings and handed them to Vivi.

"H-How are you feeling, Nami?" Vivi asked out of concern.

Nami's answer was flat, monotone, and dripping with venom. "I'm fine."

Vivi opened her mouth but closed it again. She looked down at the floor of their room and pursed her lips. "I really didn't think he would stand you up," she whispered.

Nami's voice grew louder. "Yeah, well, neither did I. He is just like everyone else." Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "He's nothing special."

Vivi was just as surprised and angry as Nami was. She had just talked to Luffy yesterday; for him to suddenly abandon Nami was...just not in his character. Or was it? She knew nothing about Luffy, not where he was from, what he did, or where he wanted to go. Slowly, Vivi came to realize the magnitude of the situation. Nami, her closest friend, had been taken advantage of only to stay strong and open herself up to someone else. And what did he do? He broke her.

Furious, Vivi threw Nami's boots to the side. "NO! He does NOT get to treat you this way!"

"You don't think I don't already realize that?" Nami snapped back. "I just...I don't even know anymore, Vivi. I'm so confused...I'm done with him."

"You liked him a lot?"

Nami clenched her teeth. "I don't know...I don't even know if I really liked him. He was just...someone unique, someone different - from everyone else. I wanted to get to know him, I wanted to like him! Part of me already saw something in him...I guess that part was wrong."

"You don't need him, Nami. He isn't worth the effort to even hate. He's just like every other guy here - thinks they're hot shit." Vivi sat down next to Nami on her bed and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "He doesn't deserve you."

Nami unlocked her phone and opened her messages. She tapped the conversation that said 'Luffy' and stared at the screen. She sighed and started typing.

Luffy, I don't know why you lied to me about the date. And frankly, I don't care. Don't bother talking to me, tomorrow or any other day. We're done.

Nami sent the message and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Vivi. I'm not so much sad as I am...just angry and confused I guess."

"TRUST me, I am too. Just yesterday Robin and I were talking to him about taking you out tonight. His personality was so infectious, like I didn't know someone could be that confident and carefree."

"That's what I was drawn to, his personality was so warm and comforting. I really wish I had got to know him better." Nami sighed and closed her eyes before quickly standing up. "Right! No use in moping about; I'm over it. And I know just what to lighten the mood: tacos!"

Vivi beamed and hit her fist in her palm. "YES!"

The door to their room suddenly opened and Robin walked in.

"Robin!" Nami exclaimed, "you're just in time! Come on, get ready, let's go get some food."

Robin looked puzzled. "Nami? Weren't you supposed to be out with Luffy?"

"He was a no-show. Completely stood her up." Vivi replied.

Robin's puzzled look never left. "Really? Strange…"

"Strange how?" Vivi asked.

"He wasn't at school today, at all. Nobody saw him - I heard rumors flying around about why he didn't show up."

Now Nami looked puzzled. "But soccer tryout results were posted today. He didn't even come see them?"

Robin shook her head. "Not that I'm aware, no."

Nami and Vivi both looked at each other. "Fuck…" Nami whispered, "what if something happened? What if it was just an emergency? Or what if he's just sick?"

"Nami...the message you sent…" Vivi stated slowly.

"I know, I know, I know...fuck I fucked up. I fucked up badly." She stumbled back and sat on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands.

Robin spoke up. "Nami. Go see him. Apologize."

Nami looked up at Robin with teary eyes. "You think he'll even forgive me?"

Robin smiled. "He will."

Nami wiped her face and breathed out heavily before standing up, grabbing her coat and stepping out to find Luffy.

Luffy. She thought to herself. I'm sorry.

Nami walked towards the apartment building that Luffy lived in. As she climbed the stairs she began to think about all the ways she could apologize to him. The orange-haired beauty reached the third floor but stopped dead in her tracks. The door to Luffy's apartment was not quite shut, but it was in bad shape. The wood was splintered and cracked and the handle was loose. She could see nothing through the little crack but darkness. All the lights were off and Nami's hand covered her mouth as she gasped lightly. With a tender touch, Nami pushed the door open slowly and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. What she saw brought tears to her eyes once more that day.

It was as if a tornado hit the room; furniture was thrown about, objects were scattered across the floor, spray paint decorated the walls with hurtful messages.

GET OUT FILTHY STRAWHAT.

Nami's eyes widened as she took in the state of the room. Her gaze focused on the bed. Luffy sat on the edge, his straw hat on the floor in front of him. In his hands was a picture of some kind. She walked over to him gently, stopping to pick his hat up off the floor.

His eyes were barely covered by his raven hair, but Nami could see that they were red and strained. It looked like he hadn't slept and was out of tears to shed. She knelt down so that she was eye level with Luffy. Nami looked inside his eyes but they lacked the usual glimmer that they always had. Instead, she was met with nothing but emptiness.

Nami immediately threw her arms around him and buried her face. Luffy snapped his eyes up as the last tears fell. He trembled at the physical contact but didn't react. Nami tightened her grip as Luffy's eyes began to show some life. Slowly he adjusted his eyes and saw flaming-orange hair.

Nami. He thought.

Luffy raised his arms and embraced the orange-haired girl back. For a long time the two friends stayed silent as they held one another. Luffy closed his eyes as Nami began to speak.

"Luffy…" Her voice was barely a whisper. She found herself unable to talk further as she pulled away to look at the raven-haired boy. Her eyes fell on the picture he held in his hands – hands that were stained red. No doubt dried blood from where he must have cut himself with the glass. "Let's go." She gently pulled his hands up as she stood, leading him into the bathroom.

Nami turned the knobs of the sink back and forth, finding a lukewarm temperature. Cupping her hand underneath the stream she poured water over Luffy's left hand, washing the dried blood away and unveiling the slight cuts underneath. As the water washed over the wounds, Nami expected him to flinch from the stinging sensation but Luffy had no reaction. He stared at Nami's flaming orange hair; it had fallen over her ears and slightly obscured her face. A lightbulb flickered above them, making it seem as if her orange hair had come alive with flames dancing across its surface. A hand pushed the flames back so it sat behind her delicate ear, unveiling her almond colored eyes.

Nami blinked hard once, eliminating the tears that had begun to form. She was confused, both her hands were occupied with treating Luffy's cuts, which meant the hand that had brushed her hair back was his own. She snapped back to reality as she felt a tingling sensation on the back of her ear. His hand was still there, lightly brushing her hair, tickling the skin. She turned to look at his face and her eyes widened. He was smiling. Not his usual toothy grin from ear to ear. His lips were closed and his eyes were soft. The skin underneath that was normally stretched by his grin were more relaxed, revealing a small scar in the shape of a crescent.

As if on instinct, Nami moved her hand up to his face and lightly brushed his scar with her fingers. Luffy's smile softened just slightly but his eyes retained their usual warmth. Nami's fingers felt cold from the water, sending goosebumps down his arms. Again, as if instinctually, Luffy's right arm raised and gently rested on Nami's waist. Her body moved closer in response, her other hand resting on Luffy's chest. The hand that had traced his scar had moved to his neck as she slowly moved her face towards his, never breaking eye contact.

Nami's face was right in front of Luffy's now, her eyes falling towards his lips. She could smell what seemed like tangerines, comfort, and safety. She was magnetized by Luffy's presence and the lightning that coursed through her body each time her lips lightly brushed against his was too much to bear. Nami closed the distance, locking her lips with his own.

Luffy's lips felt soft yet firm. His hand tightened its grip on her waist, pulling her body into his. Her hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling herself even closer as her fingers ran through his raven hair. Luffy kissed her passionately, only breaking briefly for milliseconds of air in which he could hear Nami's moans echoing off the bathroom tiles. Her tongue danced with his, swirling around his mouth as her fingers migrated down to the bottom of his white shirt. She slipped her hands underneath and ran them back up the length of this chest, her fingers tracing his toned muscles. In response Luffy moved his hand from her waist to the back of her jeans, gripping her ass and feeling her curves. Her body felt amazing smashed against his and he could feel Nami's nipples against his chest as she swayed up and down in a rhythm.

Nami was in ecstasy, saliva slipped down the corners of her mouth as Luffy's lips circled around her tongue, sucking it in his mouth. She could feel her nipples harden through her blouse and pussy start to moisten in her jeans. With each motion she could feel Luffy's dick twitch underneath his own. She could feel it longing to stretch free as she imagined it entering her pussy, filling her up and slamming into her again and again and again. The thought of swallowing Luffy's dick made her even more wet as her knees began to buckle under her.

"Mmmm" she moaned into Luffy's mouth. She could hardly take it, her hands navigated down his belt and then further until she could feel his hardness over his pants. She stroked his dick back and forth, searching for the tip moving further down until she found it. Nami gasped between kisses. Luffy had to be at least 9 inches, 10 inches if he hadn't been constrained by his pant creases. She could feel his precum underneath and began to fumble with his button before audibly gasping in surprise.

"Ahhh!" She bit her lip as she felt Luffy's fingers squeeze her nipples. They had snaked their way up her blouse and under her bra. Nami panted as Luffy pinched her nipples and turned them in his fingers, pulling on them ever so forcefully so as to send shocks to Nami's dripping pussy lips. With one swift motion Luffy had pulled her blouse over her head and threw it on the bathroom floor with one hand. With the other he lifted her up with ease and placed her on the sink counter, steadying her with his other hand on her back, unclipping her bra.

Nami's tits fell slightly as her bra fell to the floor. Her nipples were hard and ached for Luffy's fingers once more. Except they never found them. Instead, Luffy's hands worked their way to Nami's jeans, unbuttoning them and lifting her legs up to slide them off. Her panties were drenched and the smell of Nami's pussy made Luffy feral. His right hand went to her nipple, pulling it and twisting it based on Nami's moans. His other hand traced the outline of Nami's pussy and gently moved her panties to the side to get a full view of her shaved lips.

Ravenously Luffy dove his face into Nami's pussy, his tongue stretching every which way, eagerly exploring every inch of her walls. Nami threw her head back in pleasure and moaned audibly.

"Luffy..fuck…mmmmm right there yes just like that", she panted, "harder!"

Nami grabbed Luffy's raven hair and pulled it deeper into her pussy, urging him to tongue-fuck her harder. He happily obliged, swirling his tongue all around her walls and swallowing her juices. His thumb moved to the top of her pussy, resting on her clit and circled around and around, causing Nami's legs to shake.

Her moans had gotten louder and turned into screams of passion as she squirmed her hips into Luffy's face, finding new spots for his tongue deeper and deeper. If there were eager listeners to their escapades, Nami didn't care, she was too preoccupied with the way Luffy tongue-fucked her. Nami suddenly felt a surge of energy through her body as Luffy drove his fingers into her pussy with his tongue, stroking the insides of her walls.

"OH MY GOD LUFFY YES YES FUCK I'M GOING TO CUM!" Nami screamed as her pussy tightened around Luffy's tongue, pulsing as the shocks traveled through and out her body. As her breath slowly came back, Luffy's face rose from between her legs, his lips and nose glistening with her cum, a deep hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of Nami's naked body panting on his bathroom counter.

"You're incredible," he whispered. "Nami you're absolutely beautiful." His face came forward to meet hers, locking his lips with hers once more.

"Luffy…that was…my god you felt so good," Nami whispered back between kisses. She propped herself back up and hopped off the counter. "Come here." Her hands found their way to Luffy's pants again. She could have sworn he had gotten bigger.

Within seconds, Nami had unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his underwear, gasping in delight as his thick erection sprung free and nearly slapped her in the face. She was right, he had gotten bigger. Luffy's 11 inch dick twitched in her hands as she knelt between his legs. Her mouth hung open as she slowly stroked his dick, squeezing the precum out the tip.

Luffy closed his eyes and groaned with each stroke. Nami's delicate hands had both wrapped around his erection and he could barely make out her tongue stretching out to lick his head. He shuddered as her tongue made contact and felt the immediate warmth of her mouth as her lips closed around it. Her tongue swirled around the tip, moving back and forth, up and down, side to side as she opened her throat as much as she could to fit his size down.

Nami gagged as she forced the first 6 inches of him in one go, making him groan as her throat slowly opened to take him deeper and deeper. "Fuck Nami," Luffy groaned loudly as Nami pushed her head further forward, deepthroating all 11 inches.

Oh fuck he's so deep! Nami screamed internally as she felt him pulse and throb down her throat. Her eyes began to water as she began to swirl her tongue around Luffy's dick, coming up to breathe only briefly before plunging her lips back forward to his base. She could feel him hit the back of her throat, forcing his way down and filling her mouth with a mixture of saliva and precum. God he tastes amazing.

Nami couldn't get enough, she loved the way Luffy stretched her throat open. Slowly her eyes stopped watering as she got used to his girth. His moans filled the air around them, causing her to go faster. The taste of his dick in her mouth made her pussy ache and she traced her fingers down to her dripping lips to try and satiate her urges. Sticking one finger inside, Nami tried to replicate what Luffy had done only minutes earlier with his tongue.

And it was working. Her pussy tingled, causing her to ravenously devour his cock down her throat. She hadn't even noticed that Luffy's hands had found their way to her erect nipples, one massaging her breast and the other gripping her hair, pushing his way deeper and deeper.

Soon enough, Luffy's balls tightened and Nami felt his length constrict inside her mouth as she anticipated what was about to happen. With a growl Luffy pushed once more into Nami's throat pumping waves of thick cum down, making Nami shudder with arousal. She could feel his warm cum pouring down into her as Luffy throbbed again and again, each time pumping another wave into her mouth. Nami's eyes went wide with shock as cum began leaking out the sides of her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she struggled to swallow everything.

Slowly Luffy began to stop pumping as Nami felt his dick relax slightly. She continued sucking as Luffy emptied the last drops of cum and with a 'pop' she released Luffy's dick from her lips, licking the insides of her cheeks to make sure she didn't miss a single bit.

Luffy was panting hard, one hand on his counter steadying himself as he opened his eyes. A flash of flaming orange was in front of him, framing a gorgeous woman smiling and licking her lips seductively. He couldn't help but smile back, chuckling softly as he extended his hand and helped Nami to her feet. Her breasts fell perfectly in front of her and rested on his chest as he pulled her in, embracing her naked body with his own. Softly he rubbed his thumb across her cheek, letting her nuzzle into the palm.

Neither of them said anything for several seconds. There was no need to. Both Nami and Luffy stood under a flickering lightbulb in silence, embracing each other and sharing soft kisses. Not one of them felt the need to break the moment by speaking first. And after a few minutes that felt like years, Luffy decided to be the first.

"Nami, you're incredible." He whispered.

Nami laughed softly as she turned a light shade of red. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to do anything like that when I came over, I just wanted to come see if you were okay."

Luffy laughed in response. "Well…thank you. For both."

Nami couldn't hold back her laughter now, causing Luffy to grin his usual grin. "Come on, I think we should at least get out of the bathroom, don't you think?"

"I think that's a great idea."

Luffy handed her her clothes before grabbing his own and pulling them back on. He examined his hand, turning it over as if he had just now noticed the cuts. They had stopped bleeding but they still stung.

"So…can I ask about the people in that picture? I don't want to overstep but they don't exactly look like you." Nami stood in the doorway with the shattered picture in her hands.

Luffy turned to face her and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt before reaching to grab the picture. He sighed and motioned for her to follow him and sit at the edge of his bed. "It's my family." He pointed to a slightly taller man with an orange cowboy hat on his head. "That's my brother, Ace. He isn't related by blood but he may as well be. He and I – along with Sabo," he pointed to another man, this one with blonde scruffy hair and a pipe in his hand, "we called each other brothers."

"And who's that?" Nami pointed to a silhouette of a woman, her face obscured by a blemish on the developed film.

"My mother, my real, related-by-blood mom. I don't remember anything about her, she disappeared when I was young and this is the only picture I have of her. She took care of me as a baby – or at least that's what I was told."

"Haven't you ever thought of finding her?"

Luffy sighed and shrugged softly. "Sure I have, but my grandpa – him," he pointed to a tall man with grey hair. He wore a baseball cap with a bulldog face on it, "he never talked about her and always changed the subject when I brought it up. I figured it was too much effort to keep asking and whatever happened, it wasn't an easy thing for him to talk about."

Nami looked up at his face. His eyes were fixated on the picture. She knew how important family was but clearly Luffy treasured this picture and by extension, his makeshift family. Having had his room torn apart was one thing but to have the representation of such important people shattered was crippling for him. She could tell how deeply this impacted him.

"Hand me your hat," Nami said.

Puzzled, Luffy looked at her before reaching behind him and handing the redhead his most treasured object.

"Do you mind if I hold onto this for a little bit? I promise I'll give it right back."

Luffy agreed confidently. "Sure but why?"

Nami held the straw hat close to her chest and gently pulled the picture out of the shattered frame. "You'll see tomorrow. I promise, you'll get it right back." She stood up and straightened a dresser against the wall before placing the picture on top and covering it with his hat. "Do you mind if I help you tidy up?" She smiled confidently and placed her hands on her hips.

Luffy grinned and jumped to his feet. "Absolutely not! On one condition."

Nami scrunched her eyebrows. "What's that?"

He stepped over to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her into a deep embrace, her chin resting on the top of her flaming orange hair. "Stay the night with me."

Nami buried her face in his chest and smiled deeply. "Of course I will, Luffy."