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Ch. 11: Once Upon a Ball Grab

The first ever rain storm on Amazon Lily. Man-made, but it still counted.

"Nami-saaaan~" came the womens' swooning calls as the Straw Hat navigator trudged through run-off water, mud and grass on her way up the dirt road. She felt bad for them. They weren't used to rain. Many of them had welcomed it, running about after the danger of flames and smoke had been cleared, but some were understandably upset. Heavy layers of the mixture came up to her ankles and caked over her open toed sandals. She tried not to make noises of disgust when she felt the stuff squish between her toes.

"Nami-san, it would be no issue for me to carry you," Kikyo coaxed gently, unaffected by the down pour and losing no ground keeping up with the fuming object of her affections. Nami didn't even acknowledge the offer. She did start moving more quickly when the path leading up to the palace came into view.

"Since I am of no more use, I can accompany you no further," the Amazon's deep voice informed her, receiving a curt nod and pained smile as proof that she'd been heard.

"Thank you for your help up to this point," Nami muttered through the rain, ignoring how completely soaked she was now.

The last to leave the scene of probably the biggest disaster to take place on Amazon Lily in its history. She had barely let Kikyo talk her into letting the clouds run their course and get some sleep before coming back tomorrow. She was utterly humiliated.

Anger. Humilation. Exhaustion. Anger. Fatigue. Chafing around her waist line? And her boobs felt gross now that the suit top was all wet. Just the rain. Anger…

Before she could get a grasp on how much time it had taken her to finally reach the impressive double doors leading into the huge foyer of the palace, she had harnessed all of these overwhelming feelings and wrenched them open. She paused dramatically, waiting until she had the attention of every face in the room before kicking them closed and narrowing her eyes to blood-thirsty slits.

"What. Happened."

Usopp, Sanji, Franky, and Brook were all seated on an ornate rug in front of the roaring flames of a fire one of Hancock's servants had stoked. The light glistened off of their rain drenched forms, large welts developing where their navigator's unbiased fists had earlier left their mark. Usopp turned slowly to glare at Brook. He in turn cocked his head at Sanji, who muttered through his wilting cigarette at Franky, who being last in the line of accused felons, turned his eyes to…

"Robin, what happened," Nami repeated more softly. She couldn't seem to get a straight answer out of everyone else.

"Don't ask her what happened," Usopp said, glaring at Robin. "She started it. But she'll never admit it."

"I fail to see how any of what your childish game escalated into has anything to do with me," the archaeologist said calmly, slipping a hand through her smoothed back hair and crossing her legs. She chuckled. "Your antics certainly lead to some interesting things, but I never expected that…"

"I've endured so much embarrassment. We're just lucky they haven't kicked us out. And I'm sure you have me to thank since I arranged for us all to help rebuild," Nami said with quiet intensity, arms folding to try to hold herself back from killing everyone. "You guys aren't hard to read. We can barely take you in public. But THIS? Are you KIDDING me?"

"It wasn't…that bad, was it?" Usopp asked weakly. "I kinda passed out from smoke inhalation, so…"

"YOU DESTROYED THE GODDAMN STADIUM."

"Okay, destroyed is a bit much," Franky tried to defend. "It's nothing we won't be able to fix before we leave…"

"What about Sunny's roof? I thought that was supposed to take a week."

"I finished it already," the cyborg shrugged.

"Then all of you will be spending your time here helping rebuild their stadium. And it will look TWICE as good as it did originally. You get me?" Nami said threateningly. "I might have to lower the money that Empress owes me because of this. If that happens, you all owe me the difference."

"I can pay you in love, my goddess," Sanji piped up.

"I don't want your love unless it's in beri form," she growled, turning back to Robin. "I do want to know how the hell we got to this point, though."

"It's just as it looks," Robin said simply. "Franky-san blew up the stadium."

"YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I DID IT ON PURPOSE," he yelled, jaw dropping in disbelief at her blatant denial of any involvement. Robin turned away from him, going about as far as was her capability to act like she was ignoring someone. His face fell even more.

"It's mostly because this idiot set off the rocket's by accident," Usopp added quickly with a nod at Sanji, trying to help Franky out a little without putting himself in hot water. "He got pissed because-"

"Because this perverted hunk of junk was molesting Robin-chan," Sanji said plainly, giving a cold glare to the ship-wright but going no further so as not to invite more of Nami's wrath. Franky was at a loss for words. It seemed the entire world was against him and he hadn't even done anything.

"He was not molesting her," Usopp said flatly, "she grabbed his balls. And since she has the convenient use of her arms to consider, it might've been a bit hard for him to escape."

"Robin-chan would never do such a thing on a whim," Sanji said with an indifferent wave of the hand.

"I simply grew tired of his noise and desired he quiet down," Robin explained.

"So you grab his balls and make him scream even louder?" Usopp said, unconvinced. Robin's hard stare had him shrinking within himself.

"Robin," Nami said tiredly, playing the motherly mediator between children, "why did you grab Franky's balls?"

"I wasn't even bein' that loud! Zoro-aniki wasn't doin' so hot so I tried to give him some encouragement…"

"Oh," Usopp said, sudden realization hitting and his face breaking into a sly grin. "I get it now…"

"Get what?" Nami asked.

Usopp nodded and crossed his arms. "If I recall, this might've been the cause…"

"IF YOU FALL ASLEEP AGAIN I'LL REALLY KILL YOU," Hancock screamed, tilting over one hand and barraging her opponent with windmill kicks. He blocked, more focused than he normally would be on defense. If the haki faltered she'd turn his swords to stone, and that would be the end of it.

"Zoro really seems to be struggling," Chopper noted worriedly. He had never seen Zoro have to fight this way. And with the added bonus of going more than twenty-four hours without sleep, not even one of his usual naps, it was clear that Hancock probably had the upper hand. Or leg. She liked to use her legs a lot.

"GOOOO~ HANCOCK-SWAN," Sanji shrieked, small spurts of blood shuddering out of his nose every time she splayed her legs to attack or block and nearly revealed her pantiless nether regions. Brook had flipped his 'SHOW ME YOUR PANTIES' sign over and scribbled 'SHOW ME YOUR NOT PANTIES' with a marker and waved it whenever she decided to oblige them.

"I suppose this is another reason there're no men allowed," Usopp muttered, stuffing tissue up his nose.

"YOU CAN DO IT, ZORO-ANIKI," Franky called over all of his anti-fans, "EVEN IF HER BOOBS AND LEGS AND STUFF ARE SUPER DISTRACTING!"

"They were not that distracting," Robin said with controlled poise. "And he was right next to my ear."

"I see," Nami said with flat sarcasm. "That definitely calls for a ball grab."

"She was poppin' out all over," Franky muttered. "Not like I was lookin' on purpose…and everyone else saw it too…"

"That still doesn't explain an explosion," Nami reminded them. Sanji exhaled smoke and jabbed a thumb at Franky.

"When I tried to stop him we set off the rockets, Nami-san."

"There was nothing to stop that was within your control," Usopp pointed out again. "This whole thing involving destruction of property can actually be put on you."

"It was probably you that set the stupid things off," Sanji retorted. "You wouldn't get off me."

"Well, you wouldn't settle down. And Franky couldn't do much with his junk in a vice," the sniper said pointedly, glancing at Robin. She pretended she hadn't heard him and stared at the fire.

"…So this entire fiasco," Namis started, "was caused by a ball grab."

"Yep," everyone nodded in agreement except Robin. "That sounds about right."

"You guys are all condemned to spend the rest of our time here rebuilding and servicing," her voice resounded through the room, passing final judgement. "And Robin…"

The archaeologist looked at her expectantly. Nami shook her head and waved at her. "Be more gentle next time."

"THAT'S IT?" Franky and Usopp screamed. "SHE DOESN'T GET A PUNISHMENT?"

"We're all going to help rebuild anyway, you guys just have to do the hard stuff," she offered brightly. "We'll oversee your progress."

"THAT'S NOT EVEN FAIR."

"Brook, you've been fairly quiet this whole time," Nami noticed, turning to where he sat. She tilted her head when he didn't answer. "Brook?"

"Brook? You alright?" Usopp asked.

Robin blinked. "Perhaps his spirit is out and about for the moment."

"That bastard hasn't even been listening to me," Nami muttered. "What role did he play in all of this anyway…"

The three remaining men looked at each other. Sanji said, "I honestly don't remember. After the rockets hit and Robin-chan used her hands to block the force of the explosions…"

"Actually," Usopp added on, "I think he might've gone out to help Zoro and Hancock."

"My hands can only do so much," Robin said solemnly. "I didn't even think about it until-"

"It was not your responsibility, Robin-chan. We all acted irresponsibly. Your quick thinking saved us from more serious embarrassment," Sanji interrupted her. He frowned. "That might explain how he had to drag them both out afterwards."

Nami blinked. "He did?"

"Yeah," Usopp confirmed. "After you showed up to make it rain and stop the fires and stuff, Brook was gone, and then he came out dragging both of them. They didn't really look hurt, but they had both passed out."

"Well, the only reason you know that is 'cause I told you after I had to carry your candy-ass out, Mister Smoke Inhalation," Franky muttered. Usopp glared at him.

"Maybe Chopper called for him. But then it might make more sense to take the rest of his body," Sanji offered, getting to his feet. "Is there any more that we can do for tonight before we turn in, Nami-san?"

The red-head sighed. "No, I suppose not. I'm going to make sure I haven't flooded anything and then perhaps check on Chopper to see if Brook stopped by."

"I guess we've gotta get up early anyway, huh," Usopp sighed.

The men were shown to their rooms by an attendant who said she would also bring them some supper since they hadn't eaten yet. Franky scratched his head and sighed once he and Usopp were behind closed doors.

"Worst. Day. Ever," Usopp decided, plopping on his bed. He looked over at Luffy's and was in wonderment at how lucky he had been to get off scott-free since he hadn't even been around when the whole catastrophe had taken place. Apparently he'd been off "training" with his girlfriend, and gotten back just as all the excitement was starting to get under control. Then, even better, he'd claimed to not feel well enough to stick around and back up his buds when he knew Nami was going to go on a rampage. He'd retired early, apparently without even wanting anything to eat. Usopp glowered at a wall.

Probably came back to jack off. I didn't used to have to worry about these things. Now I can't help but wonder if he's at least evolved hygienically as well…

The sniper shuddered. Both in disgust and slight arousal.

"The cook's the one that nearly got us all killed," Franky grunted, the last of the beds bouncing under his large size. "And yet all of this is being put on me…"

"Dude, just tell Robin you've got the hots for her," the long-nose grumbled over at him. He ignored Franky's flush of surprise and said, "She obviously got jealous of your eye solicitation of another girl."

Franky didn't say anything, but got up to answer the door when there was a knock. The smell of seasoned, warmed meat and vegetables met Usopp's nose, and he let his still semi-bitter feelings get the better of him. Bitter? Was it better to wake Luffy from his dreams of another woman with the excuse that he should eat? Well, that seemed valid.

Usopp smirked, chuckling at the thought of interrupting Luffy mid-dream fuck and watching his best friend's torn face as he contemplated being angry at or thanking the sniper. He'd never had reason to wonder before, but would Luffy be the type to bypass food for sex? Had he and that girl even done it yet?

No better time than the present to find out. They'd have a nice man-to-man chat over some delectable island cuisine.

"Luffyyy~" Usopp drawled, crawling over the rest of is own bed before leaping and tackling his friend. He pulled back the comforter dramatically and flayed his hands.

"It is I! The Great Captain Usooooopp~! Here to inform you that the food has…uh…"

Empty. He was straddling two pillows topped with the hat, which was apparently worth leaving behind for just anyone to collect at the price that the bed's supposed occupant not be discovered as missing. Usopp felt particularly retarded that he had fallen for this trick, especially now that he was looking at what was, after a second look, a pretty obvious failed attempt to make a bed double.

"Whoa," Franky said, eyeing the lack of captain under Usopp's thighs and raising his eyebrows as he wheeled in the food. "Mugiwara bailed?" His face slowly broke into a proud grin, thinking of a couple scenes he'd read from the play he'd borrowed. "Bet he's out playin' Romeo."

"I wonder," Usopp mused, lifting the hat with one finger and flipping it onto his own head. "Guess this means we shouldn't wait up."

Hancock awoke to the familiar snoring of her youngest sister. Her upper body was curled over her folded arms, waiting for her anee-sama to come to. Sonia was at the foot of the bed, passed out with Hancock's blanket covered feet squished by her breasts. The Empress, however uncomfortable she was with Mari's orange hair threatening to invade her mouth and Sonia's body crushing her legs, made no movement and smiled.

"Oh," Chopper whispered, smiling and crossing from his little work area he'd designated in the corner of her room to look up over the bed side at her, "You're up! Are you feeling any better?"

Hancock blinked at the furry doctor, still curious as to how Luffy had managed to find him. Another thing that was uniquely Luffy.

Animal doctor's…skeleton musician's…sea-weed swordsmen…

"What happened to me," she asked softly, lifting herself up on her elbows.

"You didn't suffer from any major injuries, but your sisters were worried when you started sweating and talking in your sleep, so I gave you a bit of herb I had in my bag. Hopefully you can sleep better now. Though I guess it's natural to wake around this time since you went to sleep earlier…"

So that was the unpleasant taste in her mouth...

"Thank you," she said, looking down at Sonia and sighing. "I'm afraid I…I was a bit exhausted. I sometimes have nightmares if I bear more stress than usual…"

"That's common," Chopper assured her. "You don't hafta talk about it if ya don't wanna," he said kindly, "but if you like, I'll listen." He put his elbows up on the bed and smiled. "Zoro always listens to my bad dreams. And then he tucks me back in."

Hancock's eyes widened a bit before softening. "Surely you don't expect me to believe that same man I was fighting tucks children in and listens to dreams."

"I'm not a child," Chopper pouted. "I'm a man. Even Zoro says so. He's brave. But he's nice."

Hancock's heart sagged in her chest. It seemed she was still destined to learn unnecessary pieces of information about the man supposedly on his way to being the best swordsman in the world; letting ones such as herself call him a beast while indulging in the admiration of the innocent and pure. Somehow she felt tricked. And then she realized that she had probably already known all of this, but spent her time looking for things to support her argument that he just a giant prick.

She reflected on their spar.

He is…the opposite of me.

Having been admired for her exterior her entire life, maybe not even Luffy could successfully shake the label's she'd placed on every man besides him. But could she be blamed? He was sly. But he was good. He was a detestable man. And yet, in being a detestable man, he had found a way to gain the love of this furry little…

She stared at Chopper as he waddled over with a glass of water for her.

…thing. The swordsman had the admiration of 'things'. Things like deer-raccoons. And puppies. And his crew mate's. And Luffy.

Roronoa Zoro had the knowledge of the world, and chose to challenge it under the pretense that his heart be shrouded by his fierce reputation. He kept it hidden, hated and feared by all except those that mattered. Whereas Hancock, loved and desired by all, could not find enough goodness in her heart to reach out to those she loved.

"…and then this one time, Zoro got stuck in a chimney and I had to get him unstuck."

"He sounds like an idiot," she mumbled, turning away and sipping her water.

"He is," Chopper said plainly before wiggling happily. "But he loves us."

The dullest, longest, fullest ache yet pooled in her bosom. Water filled her mouth, and then she decided to swallow.

"He was hurt when we were brought in," she said, pulling her legs free of Sonia and smiling a bit at Chopper. "May I see him?"

Chopper blinked, then blushed a little with a nod.

"Mm!"

"I don't understand it, Brook," Luffy stated, pushing his hands through his hair and blinking and stumbling over his feet as he walked through the muddy streets of Amazon Lily. Brook's spirit cast just enough glow to help him see where he was going, listening to his captain rant about these strange, unexplained things that kept happening to him.

"She's magic," he gushed, eyes glittering and walking backwards so they were eye to eye-socket. "She makes me feel all…ah, I don't KNOW." He walked in a figure eight, skipped a little, pulled at his hair, flailed in the wrong direction, came back, twirled, then repeated the cycle. Brook watched with grand-fatherly patience.

When he was finally a little more settled, he heaved a sigh and asked, "Are people supposed to do things like that to each other? Touch like that? Whatever this is…" He squished his lips up and kissed his own wrist. "Like that! Lip smushies. And I wanna do them all over! And her noises…and oh, geez, Brook, I dunno…" After another energetic leap to the side and back, he giggled and said, "I feel real good when I'm with her. It's the same as when I'm with you guys, 'cept crazier…weirder…touchier…but I like it."

Brook chuckled and floated near his captain's shoulder. "You sound like you might, perhaps, be in love, Luffy-san. Though, I have no ears to hear. YOHOHOHO~"

Luffy grinned at the sky and sighed, stretching. "Is that what that is? Aw, Hancock always went on about that stuff, but I never really got it. But is that the same? I mean, I feel awesome! I wanna see her! I wanna touch her! I want her to touch me! I-"

"Let's keep our voices down as well as the graphics," Brook cackled. "You've made me feel young again with all of these stories. To see my wonderful captain experience such a thing, ah, it makes my heart ache with happiness. If I had a heart! YOHOHOHO~"

Luffy shishishi-d and smiled hugely, Margaret's house coming into view. Brook paused with him, chuckling at the love-sick sigh that escaped those stretched lips.

"Be a man for her, Luffy-san. Make her feel like a woman."

Luffy hadn't really heard him, drowsy eyes blinking lazily as he floated away. Every once in a while he'd trip over his own feet and catch himself, continuing on like a trooper. Brook watched and sighed whimsically.

"Ah, young love. Though I never thought Luffy-san would take an interest in such things. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here…"

Luffy finally tripped beyond the point of no return and fell face first into a huge mud puddle. He regained his feet and wobbled up to the small house, basically a mindless zombie programmed to find and feast on whatever Margaret felt obliged to offer him at this hour of the night. Covered in mud.

"Love is most certainly blind," Brook finished before floating back to the palace. "Especially if it's dark out and you are a skeleton-spirit with no eye balls. YOHOHOHO~"

Franky was pissed. And not just because everyone was pushing most of the blame on him for this. No, this was about sexism. This was about justice and how he had been denied it simply because he had a dick and Robin did not. He had been sexually harassed, and yet nobody seemed to care.

You always act so cool and collected…I finally get you to crack a little and I get burned. Literally.

Well. Not tonight. Not this robot guy. Franky wanted blood, and he was going to make sure he got it.

First, he'd knock on the door. Then, he'd glare at her once she opened the door in her sexy night attire…

NO. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTS. SHE PROBABLY ALREADY KNOWS I'M COMING TO YELL AT HER AND WILL TRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

"'Nobody will ever have boobs that are as distracting as yours'…no, that sounds creepy…uh…" He searched for the words he had contemplated saying earlier, but now the image of her in her nightie was liquifying his thoughts into alphabet soup. And that was NOT his intention ANYWAY. He was not seeking out Nico Robin to apologize. No, SHE would apologize to HIM for fondling him in public. And without his permission. Uh…maybe that was beside the point...

SHIT. WHERE'S MY MANLY RESOLVE. THIS IS NOT SUPER.

And then, suddenly, Hell's gate, the girls' room, was in front of him. He tightened his jaw, cleared his throat and strutted his speedo-clad self right up to it, raising a fist to the door and preparing to give Nico Robin the spanking of her life- NO. NO. YELLING. THAT'S WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO. YELL-

"OH. YES. Right there…"

Three phrases every man could instinctively archive as sexual floated through the door wood. Franky was blasted back a good three feet with the mere force of the nosebleed his brain had triggered themilli-second it had recognized the owner's voice. And if anyone had ever fantasized about hearing that particular succession of pleads come out Nico Robin's mouth, it was Franky.

WHAT THE HELL.

There it was again, followed by the deep, sexy grunts of a very frustrated, very needy woman.

"Oh- oh- yes…YES… oh, yes, Franky, your COCK…"

Franky's mind avoided immediate collapse in making a simple observation: this string of noises was heavily muffled, meaning one of two things could be happening behind this door; 1) Nico Robin was going to town on herself with a pillow over her face; or 2) Nico Robin was on her elbows and knees, going to town on herself and screaming into the bed sheets.

And most important of all: it didn't even matter. Because he was the only Franky with a cock on this island, and as far as he knew, the only one Nico Robin was acquainted with. Himself. Not his cock. But apparently she was considering it- NO. FOCUS.

"Un- un- nng- aah- oh- OH…"

Wait. Wait just one goddamn minute. Who did she take him for? Some perverted sap? This was obviously a ploy. He was dealing with a woman who had weird powers involving spying and stuff…she had probably already known he was on the way here and prepared to catch him off guard.

"Deeeeepeeeer~ PLEASE," she cried. He gave her an 'A' for effort, but the more he listened, the less this sounded like a woman going about the natural business of relieving herself. This was like, bitch in heat, rolling around humping whatever could be humped level noise. Not that seeing her do something like that wouldn't be a turn-on but- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, NO.

That woman is probably sitting on that bed with a pillow over her face trying to hide her laughter until I leave.

He glanced at the surrounding hall and ceiling, expecting to see an indicator that her devil fruit was in use. Not that he could rely on that alone.

There was no way in hell Nico Robin was in her room masturbating. Especially after the day they'd just had. The last thing he expected her to do after giving him the silent treatment and getting him in trouble was lock herself away to flip the bean. That wasn't even realistic. Or wait. Had she thought of that? Had she thought he would think about this? Just how deep did the deception GO?

Another enthusiastic cry for him to fuck her. He smiled craftily and ignored his boner. He would not acknowledge this bullshit as fap worthy. Nico Robin was about to get the wake up call of the century; that she was not as smart as she thought she was, that she did not have absolute control over his emotions, and that her porn star act was a joke.

"He probably won't wake up for all of tomorrow either," Chopper said good-naturedly, replacing Zoro's salve. Hancock sat in a chair on the other side of the bed, watching with sleepy eyes. The half-dead swordsman would let out a monstrous snore every once in a while and jolt her from the half conscious state.

"It's understandable I suppose," she murmured, stealing a glance at her reflection in a gold vase of flowers on the end table. The bags under her eyes were noticeable, even through the warped curve of the metal.

"You should go back to bed," Chopper urged gently, finishing with his friend's bandages and hopping down. "You probably didn't get any good sleep if your nightmares were troubling you."

"I'm fine. I'll just…sit here for a bit and then come back. If you would, though, wake my sister's and have them return to their room's."

Chopper nodded and smiled, looking back over his shoulder as he opened the door to exit the room. From there, her eyes looked sadly at the burn on Zoro's lower back. Nothing serious, but taking into consideration his obsession with keeping scars on his front, Chopper was curious as to how it had gotten there.

"Hancock-sama," he said softly, tilting his head when she turned to acknowledge him.

"If nothing had happened, who do you suppose would've won the match? You or Zoro?"

"Aw, come on, Margaret, don't be like that," Luffy whined, leaning his elbows on the glassless window sill and watching her prepare something for herself for dinner from outside.

"Get out of here, Luffy. I'm not in the mood to see you right now," she muttered, chopping vegetables passive aggressively. "You should be back at the palace explaining to your crew how close they came to causing a complete catastrophe for us with something so stupid."

Luffy pouted and twiddled his thumbs. "I'll do it tomorrow. Hancock and everyone else got out safely, right? It was just an accident. Zoro's the only one with some sort of burn thing and he gets hurt all the time…"

The force of the chop Margaret made sent the top of a carrot flying in his direction. He dodged, but sweat dropped at the glare she had turned to give him. Stupidity, though, made him unwilling to give up just yet. He glowered back.

"Why are you so mad, huh?"

Margaret moved to bring the pot out back to the fire she'd built earlier for Sweet Pea to make Aphelandra some food. The giantess was on guard duty and had been helping over at the stadium all day, taking no time to eat. When Luffy had shown up, dirty and expecting a bit more than she felt like giving at the moment, she'd banished him to the outside and tried to ignore all of his whining - it was harder than she ever would've imagined.

"Don't ignore me," came his whiny voice again, walking across the yard to stand over her as she re-stoked the fire and put the food over it.

"Just go away," she murmured, sitting on the ground and looking out at the forest's edge. She didn't want to yell and wake the neighbors. So as punishment for her consideration, Luffy ignored her and sat down too. She glared and scooted away, both because he was being annoying and he didn't seem to mind that he was covered in filth. His hand reached out to take her wrist, so she wrenched it away.

"What's wrong, huh?" Her stare into the flames told him she was at least willing to listen to him talk, so he tried to initiate his own game of twenty questions. "Is it 'cause we didn't finish?"

She punched him. Hard. So that was probably a 'no'.

"I don't care about that as long as everyone's okay," she said icily. "I was selfish and went off to play with you thinking everything would be fine. But your crew almost killed Hebihime-sama." Her tone was accusatory, and he supposed she had a right to be angry. He hadn't come here to justify his crew's idiocy, but he also hadn't expected her to be so cold. She stirred the contents of the pot and kind of looked like she might cry. But cry over what? Nobody had gotten hurt. 'Cept Zoro. And he didn't care. As long he slept a lot.

"You cryin' 'cause you were scared?" he asked quietly, leaning his head in one palm and crossing his legs. She didn't answer. He smiled anyway.

"You're kind, Margaret," he said with an unfamiliar gentleness. She turned with wide eyes to look at him.

"When the explosions happened, you left me in the woods to go make sure your nakama were all okay. You wanted to go help them, even if you didn't even know what was going on. You didn't cry then, but now you are because you care a lot for everyone and worried about them, right?" His smile made her melt. Even with dirt on his face. It suddenly became another part of his strange charm.

And maybe this was the respect he had for her. Margaret didn't dote on him as if she needed him; their loyalties were with their respective crew's. Naturally she would be upset if something were to happen to any of her friends. And, even though they cared for each other immensely, he would expect nothing less than rage if he had been responsible for it. It was attractive; knowing she was willing to choose them over him, even lay down her life, if it came to that.

"Shishishi." He gave her an endearing half-lidded stare. "I like people like you."

She blushed, staring at the contents of her stew instead of looking him in the eye. He stood and came up behind her, wrapping arms caked with dried mud around her waist. His nose and lips took turns getting tangled in the blonde hair at the nape of her neck.

"We'll fix it, okay?" he whispered, rubbing her sides and grinning when he got the verbal 'ok' in the form of a shy 'uh-huh'. "I didn't mean to make you mad, or sad, or anything like that. So, don't be anymore, 'kay?"

"Get off me. You're dirty," she answered, voice indicating that maybe she didn't mind so much. He giggled and planted a big, wet lip-smushie on her cheek.

"Mmm~ I like you," he sighed, kissing down her shoulders and rubbing at her hips, "I like you, I like you, I like you…"

Her blush widened and her giggles were soft, but she couldn't deny that she was bursting with happiness. Luffy was hard to stay angry at. Especially now that he seemed a little more enthusiastic about touching her…

"These are good, right?" he asked, lifting her top to stroke one of her nipples with his thumb, something she'd asked him to do before the commotion at the stadium had interrupted them. She reacted nicely, wriggling further into his hold and whimpering, "Y-yeah, they feel nice…mmm…"

Touching people was different than anything he had ever done before. You had to be gentle, but sometimes it felt nice to not be so gentle. Girl's breast's were one such domain.

"Pull…pull it a little," she asked, breathing heavily and sliding her hand down to hold the one he was using to rub her torso. He blinked at the pleased sound she made when he obeyed.

"You like that? It didn't hurt?" He had to pinch it to get a hold on it, and yet it sounded like she'd liked it.

"Mm-hmm~" Her eyelashes fluttered and closed before she lulled into his shoulder. "If it's just a little, it feels real nice."

He blinked and looked at his own chest.

"What about mine?"

She turned around to see, laughing when she saw the mud smeared over his skin. Her golden eyes blinked at him, alight with mischief, and she moved to rub at one of his nipples under the pretense that she was brushing away the dirt. He shuddered in surprise and grinned when the sensation was confirmed to be pleasurable.

"It's good right?" she asked. He nodded and moaned, "Again, again, again…"

Margaret wondered at her own boldness and leaned down, tongue swirling over the bit of flesh. He stared, then cried out excitedly when her teeth pulled at it a little.

"WHOA. YOU CAN DO THAT?" he gushed in wonderment, mind blown at all these weird things that apparently felt good. She came up and lip-smushied his mouth awkwardly, both of them still trying to figure out what was comfortable. Her hand pushed his face to one side and she took the other, trying to pull them together. He brightened when he remembered something.

His hand struggled to guide one of her's to his butt, putting it suggestively down his pants. She pulled out of their kiss and gave him a weird look. The sparkle in his eyes was blinding.

"It felt good last time," he begged, reaching under her skirt and kneading her own butt with one hand to justify. "Please?"

She blushed and went back to meshing their faces together, embarrassed to even acknowledge the fact that she'd invited this fetish into his repertoire. Massage his butt on a whim, and all of a sudden it's just as important as touching his thing. That wasn't to say she hated doing it; he seemed to enjoy squeezing her ass too. And…yeah. It did feel pretty damn good. It was just an awkward place to admit she'd chosen to explore…

He pulled away and muttered breathily about it being tight in his shorts, so she undid the button and eased them down a little for him. They moaned into each other's mouths when her fingers moved over his swollen, anxious appendage and started to pick up where she'd left off. Teasing was in her nature, but when combined with the personal pleasure she took in making him go absolutely crazy, she was lethal. To prove this, no time was wasted in getting him worked up.

"Mmm~ you like it, don't you," she growled, reveling in that gasping breath he took when she clawed his ass cheek and rubbed the illustrious tip like he was always bugging her to. "Yeah, you like it when I-"

"Margaret? The Saga Of Are You Out There?"

"SWEET PEA," Margaret screeched in doomed surprise, gripping her victim like a vice. He cringed and yelped, but didn't have time to mourn over the pain before he felt himself being kicked away and into the shadows of a pile of fire wood.

"Are you alright? I thought you would be finished with the dinner by now…" Figuring it was too dark for her roommate to see was a welcome saving grace, so she decided she'd go with it.

Margaret looked at the pot hanging over the flame, contents burned and long forgotten.

"Uh…it didn't turn out very well so I didn't eat any," she stammered, putting her hands to her face and laughing nervously.

Sweet Pea blinked out at her. "The Saga Of Should I Make Something Else?"

"I'm-I'm fine," the blonde called, sweat dropping at the pathetic groans emanating from over by where she'd kicked Luffy. "You go ahead to bed. I'm going to clean up the mess I've made."

Sweet Pea tilted her head, shook it, and then retreated back into their dwelling. Margaret bit her lip and quietly walked over to the balled up, whimpering remnants of her lover.

"You're…a jerk," he accused, tears flowing from his eyes. She wiped at them apologetically since he was busy comforting his wounded manhood with both hands.

"I guess we're even now," she reasoned, licking his cheek. He glared.

"WHAT THE HELL'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING? I'm never talking to you again."

"That's a lie. Because then you'd never be able to ask me to touch you again," she said knowingly, smirking when he blinked in defeat and finally let go of himself. His entire body mirrored the sad flaccidity of his penis and it made her giggle just a little.

"Hey, wait, what're you-" He was confused and a bit irritated when she started lifting him into her muscular arms like he was some kind of incapacitated bride, but she smushed her face to his with a smile.

"I'll wash you and then you can sleep with me instead of going back. You wouldn't be able to find your way to the palace in the dark anyway, right?"

He pouted and gave her an unamused stare as she carried him towards some running water further into the forest, blushing with girly happiness.

"I sleep naked 'cause it's hot, though," she admitted, a little shy. He blinked, not able to contain his grin of anticipation.

"So I could touch your butt and stuff some more?"

"…I guess…"

"Then you're forgiven."

"…Gee. Thanks."

"Shishishi..."

"Kikyo…what the hell are you doing," Nami asked with quiet tiredness. The Amazon woman's face lit up.

"That's the first time you've called me by my name," she swooned.

"Did you climb up to this window?"

"Yes, but such a small feat means nothing if I can listen to you speak my name once more."

Nami closed the window and pulled the rich, purple curtains over it, mouth set in a squiggle and eyes blinking with sleep deprivation.

"Well, that was strange," Robin observed, not looking up from her sketch. Nami whirled on her.

"HARDLY WHEN PUT IN COMPARISON TO YOU. I'M NOT LETTING THIS GO."

Robin shrugged. "Franky-san probably just had an indecent thought and let it get to him."

"He was slumped against the door…on this side of the door, Robin. AND A HUGE NOSEBLEED LIKE THAT DOESN'T JUST HAPPEN," she stated, pointing at the huge wet area of carpet they'd scrubbed the blood out of. "IT'S A BIT SUSPICIOUS."

Robin shrugged again. "Your closet is a bit suspicious."

Nami stared at her. "What?"

"Hm?"

"NO EVASIVE MANEUVERS."

"I have no idea what you're talking about…"

"GOD DAMMIT, ROBIN…"

"Inside voice, Navigator-san…"

"AAAAARGGGGGHHHH~"

"WHAT THE HELL'D YOU DO THAT FOR?"

"I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOU TO HELP ME."

"THEN JUST BE FUCKIN' GRATEFUL."

Hancock dragged Zoro onto a piece of broken stone wedged between some rubble and a couple spikes and ripped a large segment of her skirt, using her teeth to fashion a bandage. He watched her intently, both of them sweating from the heat and their match, and neither of them wanting to talk about what had just-

"Your crew is full of infants," she spat at him, dropping to her knees and roughly flipping him over onto his chest so she could look at the damage. "And you're the dumbest of all of them. If your stupid windy-thingie technique hadn't been going-"

Women always gotta be so fuckin' emotional...

"It is NOT a 'windy-thingie'," he yelled incredulously, looking at her like she was retarded. "And it's NOT stupid, it just happened to be kinda distracting from the BOMBS coming at us. Which I was NOT aware would be a part of this bullshit tournament, so I think this is more YOUR fault for not telling me what kind of fuckery you people-"

"I DID NOT PLAN THIS, YOUR CREW MATES ARE MORONS."

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY?"

"I WOULD HAVE LOST."

"RIGHT," he laughed madly, gesturing at the crumbling structure of the stadium, "WELL, YOU WON, DIDN'T- uh..."

He stopped when he noticed the angry tears dripping down her face. She was wiping at the wound with his sash, chin quivering and shaky hands trying to be as gentle as possible. He could tell because it was noticeably costing on her to be nice to him.

"You're the worst," she choked, shaking her head. "You act like you're so tough and brutish and that you don't give a damn…"

"Oi," he muttered dryly, "cut with the emotional shit. I would've done it for anyone."

She bit her lip. "That's what I'm talking about. I am not your friend. You have no obligation to help me in any situation."

"You're Luffy's friend," he defended flatly. "That's enough for me."

She finished tying the fabric over his torso and glared at him. He glared back.

"You pretend your heart is so dark and tainted," she said bitterly, wiping at her face. "You're just a big pussy."

He grimaced at the insult. "I don't wanna hear that from you. I really was aiming to kill, ya know."

"Liar. You wouldn't just be able to," she sniffed and shook her head, "protect like that, if you really were."

"Well, maybe I didn't want to kill you, per se," he reasoned, sitting up. He looked her in the eye. "I'm trying to kill the you that can't stand that I exist. That I am this way despite," he smirked, "my reputation."

"Why the hell do you care anyway, green bastard," she growled, the soothing sound of a violin floating to their ears and making them drowsy. Zoro looked up and blinked at Brook.

"Who knows," he muttered before feeling her head fall over his shoulder and losing consciousness.

"Go to bed," he murmured, having woken up to find her passed out in the chair. She practically fell/rolled out of it and crawled over until she was frowning into his face. Her's was significantly less than attractive right now, even with nothing but a dim light on. And she was still dazzling. It kind of pissed him off.

"I want to call a truce," she sighed into the bed sheet, blinking lazily at him. His grey eyes didn't show much surprise, but he did smirk a little too smugly.

"Already? We've got a while yet on this island, don't you know," he crooned, watching her hand move to touch his bandaged torso. "You might come to find you miss hating my guts- URGH!"

"I think I'll find ways of keeping you in your place without having to constantly feel the need to kick you into non-existence," she muttered, digging a finger into his wound. His chest heaved with the effort to breathe, so she flipped him onto his side while he was distracted.

"That ain't a truce," he muttered through gritted teeth, eyes furrowing in confusion as she pushed the covers back and slipped into bed next to him. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Shut up. There's a draft in my room because of the rain."

"Then go sleep with Nami and Robin."

"The furry thing told me to stay here with you in case you die."

"His name's Chopper, idiot, and if anything kills me it'll be you. Now get the fuck out."

"Make me."

5 seconds later…

"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU MOVING. YOU'RE INJURED," she screamed, kicking like a spoiled child in his arms as he marched her across the huge room towards the door. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, ASSHOLE."

"You're new at dealing with me when injured," he said flatly, "so I'll lay it out for you: I'm not a deadbeat. This is nothing. You're making a big deal over nothing." He kicked the door open and set her on her feet outside of it, frowning at her as he leaned on the frame.

"You don't need to think anything of it," he said a bit more gently. "I don't do things I don't want to do."

"Stop doing that," she seethed, pushing her hand through her bangs. "Stop telling me to stop thinking about it. I...I constantly find myself thinking about something to do with you. Constantly."

He blinked and turned a little pink at her implication, making her do the same when she caught sight of it. She tried to backtrack.

"I owe a lot to Luffy," she muttered, looking down. "And I'm tired of owing you lives."

"You've only got one life anyway," he said softly, starting to close the door. "Don't think you owe me anything."

"Would you STOP IT with your stupid REASONING," she shouted, pushing at the door a little too hard and stumbling into his chest. He caught her and leaned over her face with the natural direction the momentum had taken them. There was a very pregnant silence that followed, both of them too tired to process much beyond 'well, this is awkward'.

A crescendo of running and frantic calling for Hancock stopped in front of the door, and the two of them stared down at a sweating, panicking Chopper.

"Hancock-sama, I need to ask a favor," he began, nearly tearful. "Franky's slipped into a coma and I need a bigger space to use so I can stabilize his condition. Could I use your room?" He glanced at Zoro and smiled. "You can tuck her in, right, Zoro?"

The swordsman's eye twitched. "Uh…"

He felt Hancock's hand come up to touch his naked chest, and looked down only to be sucked in by the most seductive look she'd ever given him.

"I don't need this asshole to tuck me in," she said in a low voice. "I just need him to shave in the morning so it doesn't look like he's got," she absentmindedly smoothed her fingers over his cheek, "mold growing all over his face."

Chopper stared at them, blinked and made a quick exit, thanking her for the use of her monstrous bed and heading off to fix Franky.

"I loathe you," she murmured into her carrier's shoulder before finally nodding off for real. He trudged back after shutting the door and placed her on the bed, bringing the sheets up to her chin. Before he could convince himself that he was coherent enough to know what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her hair.

"Same."

"Why," Sanji whispered in the dark to himself, "does it feel like I'm suffocating inside…"

"Oh, sorry," Usopp muttered from next to him. "Was I holding you too tight?"

"Usopp, get the fuck out of my bed."

"But I'm lonely."

"Out."

He instead felt Usopp tighten his grip around his waist. Great. An entire island of women, and all he had clinging to him was a man-pussy.

"Sanji, tell me a bedtime story."

"You're the storyteller. Make your own shitty story."

"No. You."

"Right. Sure. Once upon a time, there was a handsome cook who couldn't seem to keep all the dick's off his dick…"

"Don't you mean-"

"Nope, you shut the fuck up and listen to this shitty fuckin' story or your ass is out in the hallway."

"…'Kay."

"So anyway, greatest fuckin' story of all time…"

"I feel this shall be a fantastic tale to listen to, Sanji-san, Usopp-san" Brook whispered coming up from beneath the covers to lay between them. "If I had ears to hear with."

"EVERYBODY OUTTA MY FUCKIN' BED."
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