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Ch. 10: Arrows of Gold, Arrows of Lead

Boa Marigold and Boa Sandersonia tried to ignore the heated radiation coming from their older sister; stoic as statues, they stared out at the fight taking place in the battle ring. Every time their sister shifted in her snakely throne, they prepared for some sort of angry outburst. They were, fortunately, at the very least able to deduce what the cause of her irritation was.

Hancock had woken up early to help Zoro with some haki training before the big event, but she had been stood up and was still understandably grumpy.

"The navigator is indeed a very resourceful person," Hancock finally muttered, breaking the awkward silence and seemingly giving room for her two siblings to breathe in relief.

"She does not possess haki or have near the strength we have trained to obtain, but it's interesting, her power."

"A calculated warrior," Marigold said, nodding. "Realizing her own weakness in build or skill, she probably took it upon herself to create some sort of weapon."

"She puts it to good use," Hancock said carefully, swinging one leg up over the other as she lounged on Salome and observed Nami's fight. "Very agile. I approve of her."

Sandersonia sweat dropped. "Somehow I don't think Luffy-san cares whether you approve or not, anee-sama."

"Still," Hancock said, waving her sister's observation away and biting her thumb. "I cannot have my rival so easily taken down. Luffy needs to see that I am truly superior. That I am the only one capable of becoming his wife. If I can face off with this girl, there will be no doubt."

"Ok…so, wait. Luffy has facial hair now? Why am I just now seeing this?" Usopp asked incredulously, both he and Chopper staring at Robin. She giggled a little at their disbelief.

"I had never thought about whether Senchou was capable of growing facial hair, but apparently this is quite the landmark for him."

"I have hair all over my face already!" Chopper said gleefully, fluffing the fur around his cheeks.

"And my goatee makes me look even more manly than I used to," Usopp reasoned with a self proclaiming jab of the thumb. "If he's just now getting some, maybe he'll eventually catch up to me."

I can't believe it…Luffy's got scruff…

Chopper and Robin stared at Usopp's look of vacancy, a small dribble of drool curving over his swollen lower lip and threatening to drip into his lap. They shrugged at each other.

"It is a bit strange though," Chopper started off, face breaking into a slight frown. Robin raised an eyebrow.

"Is it strange to develop facial hair at his age?"

"No, no! By no means," the doctor said frantically, blushing. "I was just thinking that it's strange that…now…of all times…"

His smile faded completely for a flickering moment. Robin tilted her head so a piece of raven hair fell over her face.

"Are you all right, Doctor-san?"

He nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly, then they were all distracted by the noise coming from the section of the stadium across from them. It was completely empty save the enthusiastic trio of cheerer's Franky, Sanji and Luffy, all decked out in loin cloth's and head band's and screaming at the top of their lung's. Distinguishing if the yelling was at each other or at Nami was another story.

"How embarrassing," Brook said with a disapproving shake of the head, waving his 'NAMI-SAN FIGHT! SHOW ME YOUR PANTIES' banner and wearing a pair of Nami's stolen undergarments over his afro. Robin was torn between the right thing to do, which would've been to take them off of his head, and being completely amused by this.

"Look who's talking," Chopper and Usopp said in unison, going back to watching the match.

"I cannot. I have no eyes to see…YOHOHOHO~"

Sanji had to admit his strategy had an element of genius attached to it. It had shocked him so much when he'd walked in for breakfast, that he had completely forgotten they weren't talking to each other and served everything in damn near complete compliance with Luffy's wishes.

The thing that disturbed him the most was how good it looked on him. He didn't look like such a baby anymore. It almost painted the picture of a rugged pirate captain instead of a lazy, good-for-nothing moron who only wanted to eat and stare at his precious angel like some beautiful rack of meat...

Sanji blinked out of his thoughts to avoid the random flash of lightning that had escaped Nami's climatact, jumping aside and into Franky to avoid being fried. Nami lifted herself up from the ground quickly, avoiding her opponent's haki imbued arrows. Her guttural woman-call of 'THE MONEY IS MINE' practically melted his heart.

"OI! BLONDIE! GET OFF MY CHEST," Franky thundered, pushing Sanji's drooling face away. Luffy ignored them both, jumping up and down like the monkey's he was named after and seemingly in the lead as far as hysterics were concerned.

"NAMI! THAT WAS AWESOME! EXCEPT YOU'RE STILL NOT AS GOOD AS ME!"

"SHUT UP, LUFFY," she screamed, eyes aflame and body drenched in victory sweat as she stood over her latest victim.

"NAMI-SWAN IS WONDERFUL!" Sanji screeched, pushing Luffy out of the way and waving at her frantically. Luffy shoved him with equal force until they both were growling and scratching at each other on the stadium seating.

"You think that just 'cause you've got facial hair now you have the upper hand, eh?"

"You're just mad 'cause it's not all over your face like mine," Luffy grumbled, clawing at Sanji.

"A bearded baby like you could never understand the care it takes to keep this kind of goatee," the blonde said dangerously, kicking his captain into a different set of stadium seating. Amazon's cheered them on as Nami's victim was cleared away, the two of them acting as intermission entertainment.

"Nami-san is absolutely amazing," Kikyo gushed, leaning over the railing and not bothering to hide her blush from her companions. Ran looked at Daisy and they shrugged.

"By the way," Sandersonia wondered out loud to Marigold, "do you happen to know where Nyon-baa is? She isn't here, and she usually makes a point of being around to referee as a buffer to anee-sama…"

"I haven't seen her since this morning," the larger woman said.

"We don't need her," Hancock said flatly, waving a hand at them and watching Nami wave to the crowd. "I can handle this myself."

"Anee-sama, it might be wise to call an intermission so Nami-san can rest. She's already fought three people and-"

"I am in charge of this tournament," the empress growled, glancing back at them both. "I will decide what is too much."

"But anee-sama, Zoro-san has not shown up either-"

"WHO CARES?" she screeched, standing up and whirling around to look at them. "I CERTAINLY DON'T. I HOPE HE'S DEAD."

Before they could reply, she moved forward so everyone could see her, raised her hand's out to the crowd and yelled, "There will be a one hour intermission before the next round so the contestant's can prepare themselves." She received some adoring looks from her fans and then added, "Also, any ugly grass-head's hiding in the vicinity can go die since they're obviously too scared to show their faces here."

Satisfied with her announcement, she slumped back into Salome and brought a hand up to her forehead.

"My head aches. Perhaps I should have eaten more at breakfast…"

"It would not be too much trouble to bring you some food since we're in an intermission."

"No," she decided with a sigh, "No, I'm fine for now. My sleep pattern has been strange as well, so perhaps that is it."

Sandersonia looked sadly at her sister's and then at the ground. "I've been having nightmare's again."

Hancock looked back at her and her eyes softened. She turned to her youngest sister, "You as well, Mari?"

She nodded and Hancock's face reflected the solemness she felt in her heart.

"It might help if we sleep together for a while like we used to," Sandersonia almost pleaded. "I don't like waking up after it's over and being all alone."

Hancock said nothing, but returned to staring out at the stadium. Her head bowed forward a little and she rubbed at her temple's to relieve some of the pressure.

"Nami-san, you're doing wonderfully," Margaret assured her as they sat outside the stadium under a tree. Sanji floated over and let Nami have her pick of the fruit juice he'd prepared for them in advance. Nami tossed him a desperate sounding 'thank you' and swallowed the first glass in one go, the second one in hot pursuit.

"When do you go, Margaret?" Luffy asked, plopping down next to her and leaning his grinning face over in a manner that had Sanji's annoyance meter threatening to crack. "Have you seen my face yet? Do ya like it? Here, touch it…"

Sanji grabbed the pineapple drink he'd brought for her and left the rest next to Nami, her thirst a bit more insatiable.

"I made this especially for you, my dear," he cooed, fisting half of Luffy's face in his hand and throwing him against a tree. "I hope it is to your liking."

"WHAT GIVES?" Luffy yelled, bark imprint visible on his face despite the hair.

"You must let ladies have their personal space," the cook said, as if it were common knowledge.

"Sanji-san, please let go of me," Margaret said quietly, held in a death hug as blood dripped out of Sanji's nose. Luffy narrowed his eyes and pointed.

"Hey, then why are you doing that?"

"I'm protecting her from you, ass wipe," Sanji stated, pressing Margaret's face to his chest. "She doesn't understand the evil of grotesque, indecent men like yourself."

"Look who's talking," Nami muttered in between gulps.

Luffy's eye twitched. What the fuck did 'grote…something' and 'indussENT' mean anyway… "Yeah, well, at least I don't get blood on everything."

"This is merely the sign that a woman has effected a man in a profoundly moving way."

"Uh-huh," Nami said, unamused and quenched enough to shove her foot in his face and drag Margaret away. The Amazon looked at her and smiled thankfully.

"Sanji-kun, I request a snack," Nami said, shaking out her hair and walking over to where a vendor was selling fruit. "Buy me something."

The cook immediately complied, leaping into action and leaving Margaret and Luffy alone. Nami fell back a step to give Margaret a wink, then left as well. The two blinked, then looked at each other.

"Do you wanna fight Nami?" he asked, sitting back in the grass. She shuffled her feet a little, then sat beside him.

"I think it would be interesting, but it seems nobody with the haki arrow's can touch her."

"Her climatact is scary," he agreed with a scratch of the nose, "Though, if I were able to fight her, it wouldn't be a problem since I'm made of rubber." His voice was pouty, still bitter that Hancock wasn't letting him take part. He glanced at Margaret's snake, resting peacefully on her shoulder. His hand reached out and gently rubbed its head, earning a flick of its forked tongue.

"He likes you," she said, beaming. Luffy laughed.

"Animal's listen to me if I use haki, but I don't always have to use it. Sometimes they just like me."

Margaret blushed and stared down at the ground, hugging her knees to her chest. He looked up from petting the snake to see her curled up and smiled when an idea came to him. He slid the fingers petting the snake over to her neck and stroked. She froze, and then shook a little with laughter. He grinned with playful satisfaction.

"You're ticklish."

She didn't deny it, but moved a hand to block her neck from his hands, still giggling a little. He sucked in his lips, eyes darting over her body for a new place to torture. She stared at him expectantly.

"Don't," she said warily.

He looked away with fake innocence, pouting lips whistling something off key. She frowned suspiciously.

"Well, see how you like it," she muttered, reaching over and rubbing her fingers into his neck. She was caught off guard by just how bubbly he sounded when his ministrations were returned. He swatted at her hand, but the way his eyes twinkled she was almost positive he wanted her to try again.

Well, she had returned it, so there was no more obligation to continue on her end. She smiled wickedly and stood up, his confused and disappointed face making it hard to resist laughing. Without saying anything, she started walking off, turning over her shoulder once to stick her tongue out at him. And hell if he didn't look annoyed…

She had only gone a few steps when she felt a tug on her skirt. A glance through her peripheral's confirmed Luffy's stretched out arm was the one keeping her from going further. He let himself reel in until he was pouting up at her from the ground, her blushing and pulling her skirt back up to cover herself.

"Let go, Luffy."

His pout protruded ridiculously. "No. Play with me."

"Hebihime-sama will call the intermission over soon."

His eyes grew rounder, more moist. She raised an eyebrow.

"No."

"Just a little bit?"

"No."

"Just until Hancock says to come back?"

She sighed, reached down and pulled him up to his feet, dusting him off. She marveled at the grass stains on his elbow's and let her hands linger over his arms. He moved his face in her line of vision, a hopeful child afraid she'd forget what he wanted her to do.

"A little bit's okay, right?" he asked imploringly, moving a teasing finger to her neck. She flinched away, letting go of him and prancing out of his needy clutches.

"I need to focus on fighting," she giggled, pivoting out of his grasp again. The next time he turned to catch her, she took his hat from his head and shoved it over his face.

His heart leaped when he heard her whisper in his ear, "But, if it's just for a little bit…"

The hat fell from his dazed face, wide eye's gazing after her graceful, running form. He smiled goofily, grabbed his hat and gave chase, both of them disappearing beyond the trees.

Franky galloped across the battle ring, screaming and urging on the wave he'd started. Amazon's cheered enthusiastically, standing up as the body wave made its way over to each section. Robin remained sitting, nursing the champagne Sanji had brought her before going to see Nami, but used her arm's to lift Chopper in the air like a giggling baby while Usopp whistled and screamed for Nami to win. Brook used the acoustics to his advantage and played one of his more popular songs, Sea of Panties.

All of this noise…

Hancock rubbed at her head and groaned softly, her sister's too distracted with the show to pay attention. It was a little bit annoying, considering everyone in the audience apparently wanted the red-head to win. Hancock had specifically chosen which warrior's would take part in this contest, which one's would be an appropriate challenge to take her, the pirate empress, on at full force…

"Hebihime-sama doesn't look so good," Ran mused, looking up with some concern at Hancock's throned figure. Kikyo and Daisy looked up as well, the dark haired one frowning despite the cheering around her.

"She has not been well as of late I think. Several time's the swordsman has come into contact with her and she always appears to be in a weak state."

"Maybe she's not happy about how the match is going," Daisy suggested. "She has to fight Nami-san if she wins against you and Margaret, Kikyo."

Kikyo's face distorted in anguish. "I am torn between what I am to do. To hurt Nami-san's delicate frame would put a wound on my soul so large I may not be able to live with myself. Such a fair maiden. To cross weapon's with her is the cruelest fate destiny could have bestowed. And yet, if I let up, it would be a dishonor to both of us," she muttered sternly. "I will go at her with everything I have. Only then will the respect perhaps be mutual."

She went back to daydreaming, her two companion's again confused by the tint in her cheek's. Daisy snorted and ignored Ran's disapproving look.

"HE'S KIDNAPPED HER," Sanji screamed, tears rolling down his face, "THAT STUPID RUBBER DEVIANT HAS KIDNAPPED MY ANG-" Nami looped his 'Nami-san fight!' headband over his neck and tightened it so he might shut up. His face turned purple.

"Come on, lover boy," she sighed, dragging him back to the stadium and secretly wondering where her charges had run off to, "I'm sure he's just helping Margaret get ready for her fight. Besides, I bet Robin's waiting for you to refill her glass."

Sanji gasped in realization that she could be right, then immediately picked her up, running both of them back into the ring and depositing Nami before flinging himself up at Robin. He overcompensated so he didn't fall in the spike pit and smashed into the seating, Robin unfazed and Usopp and Chopper staring on with looks of pity. Nami completely forgot about him and went on to blow kisses to her fan's, Franky shooting off a rocket into the air to announce her arrival.

Hancock willed her headache away as Brook struck the last notes of the song on his guitar and stood up to officially announce the commencement of the tournament.

"Anee-sama, I know you're probably wondering where Roronoa-san is-"

"Huh?" Hancock sneered scarily, voice cracked and every vein visible on her face amplifying the annoyance she was feeling. "I could have sworn you just said someone's name, but it has such little significance to what I'm about to do that I can't be bothered to think about it. So refrain from using it again," she finished dangerously. She turned and smiled to the crowd in case Luffy was watching.

"The tournament, with the return of our current champion, can now commence. The next opponent," she paused and gestured towards the gates again, "Noble Marg-"

She was cut off by the whizz of an arrow flying at her forehead. It was caught between two agitated finger's, the tip crushed as the entire thing turned to stone. Hancock narrowed her eye's and ignored the surprised gasps of her sibling's and the crowd, looking out at the old woman now standing across from her on the stadium's tier.

"My pupil would like to go next," Nyon said sagely, Zoro's figure leaping up to join her. He wobbled a little, sticking one of his sword's in the stone of the support to keep his balance.

"Your pupil can go drown," the empress said without a hint of sarcasm. Zoro wasn't in the mood to joke anyway.

"Do you know how long I waited for you?" he yelled across the murmur's of the women and the confused stares of his crew mate's, "I didn't sleep because your palace is too goddamn hard to find, and then when I finally got back, everybody said you were gone."

"Not my fault," she said icily. "I told you where to be, and now you've come all this way to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone. You should've stayed on your ship."

"Now you're worried about me making a fool of myself?" he scoffed. "Where's the heartless witch who would've given anything to have a go at me?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL, MARIMO, TALKING TO HANCOCK-DONO IN SUCH A FAMILIAR TONE?" Sanji bellowed harshly, held back by Chopper and Robin's combined effort's.

"If that's what you want," she seethed, "then I pity your brainlessness. I was not even able to give you the grace of basic haki knowledge. In your absence the navigator has done very well. I wonder if you have the strength to defeat her."

"You don't need to worry about me," he growled.

"I taught him in your stead," Nyon said with some annoyance, hopping down from their perch. "I found him wandering around and figured you hadn't done your job correctly, so I took it upon myself."

Zoro nodded at her and glared. "What she said."

"Your impertinence is otherworldly," Hancock mused, shaking her head. "I am to be blamed for your complete incompetence. Fine. You will fight the navigator. We'll see how well the old woman taught you."

"Don't tell me what to do," he muttered, jumping the rest of the way to the ring, knee's bending under the force of his own landing. Nami stared at him with an eyebrow raised, watching him tie his bandana over his green hair. He finally balled his robe up, threw it at Sanji whose mouth was finally muffled, and sniffed.

"Hope you're ready, Nami. I'm tired, and you know how I get," he said in his low timbre, teeth tracing the handle of Ichimonji.

The eyes of the women in the audience sparkled and there was much 'ooo-ing' in admiration of his cool persona. Hancock couldn't help noticing that every time he made her want to vomit she hadn't eaten enough to do so.

Her smell was everywhere. Every time he moved to a new spot, it wasn't even noise she was making that indicated she'd been there. It was just her smell. His nostril's flared, eyes darting around the clearing as he tried to figure out where she was hiding. Of course, using haki to sense her presence probably would've been an option, but half the fun of their strange game was in him just blindly stumbling about.

"Margaret~" he called, knowing she probably wouldn't answer, "It's no fun if you just hide all the time…"

Her heart pounded with anticipation as she listened to him walk a little closer to the tree she was hiding behind.

"Then hurry up and find me," she challenged, moving her hand's to peek around the trunk. He wasn't visible from where she was standing, so she slid a little further around. She flinched involuntarily and then smiled to herself when there was a stroke at the back of her neck. Her snake retreated into some bushes upon seeing Margaret's attacker trying to be sneaky.

"Don't tickle me," she giggled, trying to escape by pivoting over some roots. He met her with a grin and felt that strange adrenaline rush that sometimes came with hearing her squeal out in surprise. Her hand's folded into his and he playfully brought her back against the tree, moving to tickle her unguarded stomach.

"Don't, don't, don't," she pleaded, wondering at the contrast between her own verbal wishes and what her actions were saying. It would've been easy to at least ward him off for a second. He didn't know the woods as well as she did. Letting him do it to her was just something that floated naturally between them; some strange kind of pact. She knew they were just having fun, and he knew she secretly liked it.

"Hancock was sayin' somethin'. You ran off before I could hear though…" He blew air in her ear and she shrieked in laughter, his finger's prodding at her belly. Her reaction only encouraged him further, and soon she was completely at his mercy.

"Lu-Luffy, stop!"

"Nuh-uh," he said with a 'shishishi'. Her chin tilted in such a way that he could claim his usual resting place and nuzzled her with his nose. She blinked and was instantly reminded of a similar situation…

"Hey," she said softly, becoming acutely aware of just how naked his chest was.

"Hm." His tickling had now evolved into warm, sensual strokes over her almost equally naked skin.

"Luffy," she said flatly.

"Whaaaat~"

"We're not…doing 'that'."

Instead of denying his intention's like she'd expected, she felt him press himself closer to her and could swear she heard him take a long, deep sniff.

"Nobody will interrupt us," he reasoned quietly, still having trouble categorizing her scent…

"You just want me to touch 'it'," she accused, wrenching his face from her neck and looking him in the eye over his squished lips. He looked away, ever the horrible liar.

"It's just a little bit."

"You know that's not how it works," she said, sighing and patting his cheek. "It would start out with just a little bit, and then we'd start acting weird."

"But nobody'd see us," he pointed out. "And it's a good feeling, right? You like it, right?"

She looked unsure of what to do, blushing and trying to shrink out of his hold. Luffy wasn't inexperienced at weedling his way into people's favor, though.

"You get a weird feeling here," he murmured, touching a hand to his own stomach, "And then you feel all warm and stuff…"

She closed her eyes and turned away, trying to ignore his faces descent to her neck. He took her silence as agreement.

"I like it when you laugh and touch me," he breathed, scraping her shoulder with his scruff, "and when I touch you…"

"Luffy," was all she could mutter as he engulfed her, still murmuring in her ear and moving his hand's to her back. She blinked slowly, some raven hair caught in her parted lips.

"Wish I was smarter," he finished, planting an experimental kiss on her exposed throat, "If I was smart like Robin I might get it…"

Her fingers came up to touch the brim of his hat, resting between his shoulder's by its string. Suppressing the moans had been easy until he'd decided to copy her method's and use his tongue.

"Let's play Come and Go," she muttered in that cool way she said stuff when she liked how he touched her. His nostril's flared in excitement when he felt her reach for the yellow sash he usually wore at his waist, only to come up empty. She had forgotten about the loin cloth…

"You guys are so weird," she said with a shake of the head, ignoring his whining when she didn't move to take it off. "My fight might start soon. Let's go back."

"I refuse," he said, glaring so ridiculously she snorted behind her hand in laughter. She moved it up to sift through his messy hair and blushed when she thought of an idea…

"You just want me to touch your kintama," she whispered slowly, tugging a little at the fabric. There was no noticeable response besides a lazy nod into her neck, so she kept going.

"And…your 'thing'," she sighed, feeling the warmth pooling between her own thighs at the thought, "Your thing likes it when I touch it…"

He groaned and brought his pelvis up to rub at her leg, verbal description's of what he might like her to do making him a bit more aggressive. She didn't mind, especially when his tongue got familiar with her collar bone. She stroked at the 'V' that led down into what was already half an erection. His moans were bigger than her's, more urgent, and accented with a staggered heaving of the chest. She wasn't sure why this was so attractive, but it was.

"Luffy," she cooed teasingly, "would you like it if I touched you?"

"Yes," he pleaded, whimpering pathetically into her shoulder.

She hummed and licked his ear lobe, "And would you like it, if I finished you?" Her eyelid's flitted at the thought of the pleasure he'd feel, "Can I help make you feel good?" She bit down cautiously on the ear flesh and moaned, "Until you leak?"

His flushed face slid up from where it had been hiding, a cry of tortured arousal lost when their lips connected in a sloppy, amateur kiss; their first kiss. She blinked in surprise, especially when he pulled back and she found herself wanting to do it again.

"What was that?" she panted, going about removing her top. He watched with hooded eyes.

"Don't know…just kinda felt like doing it." He shook with anticipation as her clothes came up to cover his eyes, her smell even stronger now. When he was completely blinded, she moved to kiss him just as crudely as before, the simple sensation combined with the insecurity of not being able to see giving his cock the final push it needed to solidify. She traded places with him and leaned him onto the tree.

"Let's play," she whispered, nuzzling his neck and pushing her hand's down to take hold of him.

"Oh, the pain," Nami moaned over dramatically, clutching her stomach and writhing around on the ground like a fish out of water. Zoro stood staring at her, dumbfounded, the rest of the stadium unsure of what was happening.

"I…I don't think I can go on," the red-head claimed loudly, hands clawing at her body and eyes staring up at Zoro. "You…you win."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'YOU WIN'? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT? I HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED YOU."

"MARIMO, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO NAMI-SWAN?"

"NAMI! ARE YOU HURT?" Chopper screamed from the stands, Robin cringing at Nami's pathetic spectacle.

"What seems to be the problem?" Hancock thundered, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Nami struggled to stand up, raising an arm in pleading towards the empress.

"Your Grace! I humbly request a draw! Zoro wins. I can go no further. The cramps," she cried, "The cramps I have are unbearable."

The sword dropped from Zoro's mouth, his eyes staring in disgusted disbelief at what was coming out of his comrade's mouth.

"IT'S ALL MY FAULT," Sanji sobbed, leaning over the wall a little too far and requiring Robin's assistance to keep himself from committing accidental suicide, "IF I HADN'T GIVEN HER ALL THOSE FLUIDS SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO CONTINUE."

"The pain," she cried again, collapsing back to the ground, "I feel I am dying."

"I WILL HEAL YOUR PAIN WITH MY ETERNAL LOVE," Sanji cried, leaping off the wall. He might've landed nicely next to Nami's crumpled body had someone else not kicked him out of the way and dashed to her side instead.

"Nami-san!" Kikyo cried, making Nami's eyes widen with panic as she was taken into her arms and cradled like a broken doll. "Please hold on. We will take care of you." She moved to caress Nami's cheek. "I will take care of you." Beautiful, glittering roses surrounded them, enhancing their features until they were both almost too dazzling to stare at.

"What is this," Usopp wondered out loud, sweat dropping. Sanji's tears were torn between mourning his loss of the princely role he'd always presumed he led in Nami's life and being slightly overjoyed at the sight of two beautiful women in such a moving scene before him. His slow dripping nosebleed told the rest of the story.

Zoro was at a complete loss for words, and moving on to a general detachment from the rest of human kind. It was like a never ending parade of shit he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"NAMI-NEE! DON'T DIE," Franky screamed, rivers of water streaming out of his eyes. Robin sighed in embarrassment and half amusement at his use of the entrailment of fabric coming out of his loin cloth as a huge tissue. Brook was playing his violin. Out of nowhere.

Hancock's eye twitched, not quite sure if this was a mockery of her culture's ancient tradition's or just how fucked up her crush's crew actually was.

"This wasn't happening before you showed up," she growled down at Zoro. He didn't respond. How could he. She was right.

"Please, Hebihime-sama," Kikyo pleaded passionately, lifting Nami into her arms, "Please allow me to nurse her back to health. I will be dropping out of the competition. I forfeit over to the swordsman on Nami-san's behalf."

"Fine," Hancock yelled, flinging her hands into the air. "BY ALL MEANS, surrender to this sad excuse for a man. All the better for me," she spat a bit too loudly, stepping down the stairs despite the protests of her sister's to stay put. "If Noble Margaret has nothing to say as well, it appears I will be the opponent of the default champion."

She scanned the crowd, finding no such objection. She turned her eyes over to Zoro, reaching the ring and circling him as the lioness circles its casually chanced upon lunch.

"It would seem, stupid swordsman," she said acidicly, rolling her spine to stare at the sky and gesturing at him with a fancy finger, "that the time for me to crush you has finally come."

Nyon sweat dropped, sighing at the invisible, but unbelievably heavy tension swirling over the battle ring.

Zoro spat into the dust and replaced Ichimonji as Kikyo retreated with a weakly protesting Nami. His hands moved to grasp the other two sword's.

"I have a bad feeling," Chopper admitted out loud despite the eerie quiet in the stands, keeping an eye on Sanji's crude blood transfusion taking place beside him. Franky bit his nails in anticipation. Even Robin looked a little unsure of what to expect.

A faint 'EIGHTY PERCENT OF YOUR WINNINGS ARE MINE' floated in from outside the gates, Nami apparently still holding on as best she could despite her condition.

When had the mighty Roronoa Zoro become such a little bitch? Does something like that just happen practically overnight?

He stared over at the woman who apparently was making it all possible and took his stance.

One thing was for sure: as soon as this bitch was done getting everyone off his dick, he was taking the longest, hardest, most uninterrupted nap of his life.
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