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Ch. 5: Calm Your Tits

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SHIP? SANJI YOU DUMBASS," Franky raged loudly. He was currently on the roof of the bathhouse, caressing the wood around the hole Sanji had created. Said dumbass was currently resting comfortably in Belladonna's house. Chopper had gone ahead to give him his transfusions as soon as they'd landed. Everyone else had either gone to get situated at Hancock's palace or stayed to watch Franky lament over the ship's damage. This option was proving to be more entertaining.

The details of why Sanji had gone careening through the dome propelled by his own bodily fluids were yet to be disclosed. Robin glanced at Nami who stood beside her on the deck, shaking her head.

"How long do you think it'll take to fix that, Franky?"

"This is all made out of ADAM wood, you guys! You can't just find this on ANY old island," he sobbed, pressing his cheek to the dome's surface. "If I start now and use the spare boards I brought with me it'll take about a week." He wiped his eyes and gave the roof one last pat before covering it with a tarp, carrying on like it was the body of a fallen comrade. Robin chuckled and walked to the side of the ship. Usopp was waiting on the dock for her orders.

"Franky-san says a week. He's about to make the list for you, Long Nose-kun."

"Ah, thanks Robin. I'll take it and be back in a little bit then. I'm gonna go check this place out. If I run into anyone, are we still meeting at the palace later?"

"I believe so," she said. She looked back at Franky, who was trudging into his shop to look for wood, mumbling about how un-super everything was. "I suggest you find someplace to get the parts first, but Franky-san will probably need a moment once your gone. It should be fine if you take your time."

Hancock glanced nervously down at Luffy, her face a rosy pink. Her attendants had just finished taking the crew's belongings to the wing of the palace they were to be staying in, and now she was going with him to see his friend with the nosebleed. They hadn't had much time to be together alone on the ship, so she was pleased that he had invited her to come along. Well, admittedly she had invited herself, but he hadn't objected. Close enough.

"When the hell do we eat," Zoro mumbled.

Oh yeah. He was there too.

Hancock glared behind her at the green haired retard who was putting a damper on her good mood. He stared back, daring her to give him anything but a straight answer. Luffy was here though, so she had to be pleasant. Telling his first mate she couldn't care less if he dropped dead might be too blunt. Bringing her hand shyly to her mouth, she said, "We will eat when Luffy says he's ready."

Zoro normally would have been satisfied with this answer, knowing full well that Luffy wanted to eat basically any time it was an option. Since they'd gotten off the ship though, he'd been in a sour mood. His pout protruded noticeably, and he glared down at the rock he was kicking in his path. Hancock had noticed too. She thought mentioning food would've surely cheered him up. She quietly let him advance in front of her and fell into step with Zoro.

"Is this your fault, Ingrate?" she whispered accusingly. He sighed, annoyed.

"I told you, didn't I? I had NO IDEA where he was on the ship. Still don't. He won't say anything. Just keeps acting like a baby. Besides, he'll get over it. Whatever it is," Zoro stated in a bored tone. It wasn't unlike his childish captain to mope around when something didn't go his way, and 90% of the time his behavior stemmed from something stupid. But, he hadn't reacted to the talk of food. Maybe he really was upset.

I'm thinking about this too much.

He stared at the ground, then used his peripherals to glance at Hancock. She was still walking beside him, her eyes locked on Luffy's back. Her cheeks maintained that splash of red, and her blue eyes seemed to beg him to look back at her. Zoro shrugged and grunted to himself, looking up to see a crowd of girls gathered outside the house they were approaching.

Luffy snapped out of his daze and blinked as they approached the crowd. The girls turned to them, many a 'kya' screamed at the sight of their beloved empress. She graced them all with a smile, a path clearing for her as a row of amazon's fainted instantly. The conscious ones moved to get the fallen out of her way, all the while praising and thanking her for even looking at them. The snake princess turned slightly to Luffy, not really expecting him to be impressed by how much they adored her, but…

"Looks like they don't hate you," Zoro offered sarcastically, going in ahead of them. A couple girls paused in their admiration of Hancock to stare after him , whispering and giggling to each other. Hancock gritted her teeth and followed after Luffy, trying not to snap at the bold few who reached out to touch him in front of her.

Inside, they were greeted by Chopper who was kneeling beside the futon Sanji slept on. He waved.

"Hey guys! Sanji's doing really well now," he said happily. "We found a donor after all. I was worried there wouldn't be anyone with his blood type again."

Luffy turned to the girls filling the doorway and peering in curiously. He bowed, feigning a smile.

"Thanks you guys for bringing him here. He could've bled to death if it wasn't for you."

"Anything for you, Luffy-sama! Luffy-sama, we're just glad we could help! Anything for Luffy-sama's friends!" the girl's called out.

"It wasn't easy, Luffy-san. This boy's got quite the troublesome blood type. He can't really afford to bleed out his nose," Belladonna said coming around the corner and into the room. She smiled and gestured at Chopper. "You've got a brilliant doctor, though." Chopper blushed and wiggled around.

"BAKA! I'm not happy at all!"

Hancock cleared her throat. "Thank you, Belladonna. If you could have a couple girls carry him back to the palace, he can rest more comfortably." Belladonna blushed a little and turned away, taking a drag on her kiseru.

"Well, you heard Hebihime-sama. I need volunteers to carry this guy."

Girls rushed the futon, a couple of them fighting over who got to carry which corner. Chopper frantically tried to get them to settle down so they wouldn't disturb Sanji. He eventually had to transform into Heavy Point, earning some impressed 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs'. Order was restored after a few minutes, and they finally started down the road, cook in tow. Hancock, Luffy and Zoro followed behind the procession. Zoro smiled.

"Heh. It's almost like a funeral," he mused. "If only he could see how many girls are fighting over him right now." He laughed. Hancock looked from him to Luffy, trying to see if the object of her affections had found that funny. There was no reaction, so she clocked the swordsman in the head to be safe.

She huffed and turned up her nose. "Aren't you crew mates? Don't be so insensitive." She looked to Luffy for approval, the cat that brought the dead mouse to its master's feet. Zoro rubbed his head, mumbling under his breath.

"He would've said something similar if it were me in his position. And don't touch my head. You probably haven't washed your hands since the last time you disemboweled a small child," he grumbled. She kicked him too hard and he flew into the nearest house. With some effort, he peeled himself off the wall and stalked back over to her, both of them engaging in a verbal battle of dominance, insults flying freely. Salome slithered away from them and escaped into the shadows of an alley. Luffy sighed, undeterred by their behavior. He scratched his head under his hat. Chopper fell into step with him and sighed tiredly.

"This is exhausting. All these women want to do is touch us. I can understand a little, but geez. I need a break or something." He reverted back to Brain Point, glancing up at Luffy's far away expression. He smiled.

"I know you've probably already seen everything there is to see here, Luffy, but maybe you could show Usopp and me around later? It could be an adventure!" he yelled happily, arms spread to depict his excitement. Luffy's eyes brightened and he smiled a little.

"Yeah! Sure! I actually never had much of a chance to explore around here since I was training, so it'll be new for me too," he admitted, laughing brightly. Chopper nodded, glad Luffy seemed like himself again. He skipped a little, seeing they were falling further behind Sanji's caravan. Luffy watched him and grinned, preparing to start skipping as well, when Chopper stopped after a few seconds. He squealed like a little kid and ran over to someone, indiscernible words of joy fading behind him as he neared the person of interest. Luffy looked up and his eyes widened in surprise and confusion.

Margaret looked up from paying the vendor, surprised to hear the squeal of happiness behind her. Chopper launched from the ground and she caught him, his giggling making her giggle as well. She shifted him to one arm and hooked her bag over her wrist, adjusting her hold on him so he was cradled like a child. Her snake moved over a bit, flicking his tongue in mild annoyance at the disturbance.

"Chopper-kun! What are you doing here?" she asked curiously. Chopper pointed out at the fading crowd carrying Sanji through the streets.

"Sanji's doing so well now, we decided to move him to the palace so he can sleep better," he said, smiling cutely at her. Then as if he remembered something, he jumped down and scampered out to the street again. When he got about halfway out, she looked up and saw Luffy. He was staring at her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on his expression. She sweat dropped and slumped a little as she followed Chopper over to him. He tugged on Luffy's shirt and pointed at her.

"That's her! She's the one that saved Sanji! If she hadn't showed up, I don't know what I would've done. She was the only match!" he cried gleefully. Luffy grinned widely.

"Sanji and Margaret have the same blood type? Wow! That's really something! Thanks for helping him, Margaret!" He sounded sincere, but his smile was forced, like he wanted to say something more.

She blushed a little, smiling back. "It-it was nothing, really. I happened to be passing by and Chopper-kun asked if he could see if we matched. He seemed pretty desperate."

Chopper's eyes glittered adoringly. "No, no, Margaret! You're really kind! Even after we'd taken your blood, you took care of Sanji for me so I could prepare everything! You made sure everyone gave him his space and kept quiet so he could sleep!" He waved his arms around frantically again, trying to get Luffy to comprehend the insurmountable good Margaret had apparently done. "Not to mention you were on the ship with us when we landed! You got to Belladonna-san's so swiftly! You would've had to run pretty fast!"

Margaret blushed more, feeling like Chopper was somehow making this awkward, but she wasn't sure in what way. She looked at Luffy. He was pouting and glaring at her.

"Yeah. She runs pretty fast, doesn't she," he murmured bitterly. Her face became a flaming brand.

"Well, certain things happened and I felt I needed some fresh air anyway, so I came over to help," she tried to say calmly. Chopper was all teeth, happy his two friends were conversing so nicely. It was almost like they'd already been acquainted.

"Well, if fresh air was all you needed. Because there's none of that on a pirate ship," he muttered, shrugging exaggeratedly. Margaret took a step forward so Chopper might not hear.

"Stop it," she whispered. "I didn't want any of your friends finding me like that. I thought it best that I just disappear."

"Why would they care? They've seen me naked plenty of times," he argued, their faces gradually getting closer.

"That's because you have absolutely NO SHAME," she spat angrily.

They both looked down at Chopper, still smiling, completely oblivious to their fight. Margaret smiled and pulled Luffy away a little. "Excuse us for a moment, Chopper-kun."

Once their backs were turned to him, Luffy regarded her and crossed his arms.

"You didn't finish. In the bath."

"THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT?" she screeched. She caught herself and looked back to see if Chopper had noticed. He was raiding her bag of fruit and nibbling happily on an apple. She whirled back on the idiot rubber man. "If that's all, blame your stupid cook. He's the one that interrupted us." Luffy perked up.

"So we can do it again? If nobody interrupts us?" Margaret glared suspiciously and poked his chest.

"OH no. No. We're done. That was too much for me. Besides, I'M the one that should be mad at YOU. You LIED to me," she said. He frowned, confused.

"Eh? What do you mean? You started it!"

"Don't pull that on me. You were just as curious. And it's not like you finished me either," she hissed. Her finger dug into his chest harder and he winced.

"Ow! Geez! And wait, I lied to you? WHEN?"

"THESE," she growled, cupping his balls through his pants, "THESE ARE NOT JEWELS." Luffy made a startled noise and looked at her in shock.

"OF COURSE THEY AREN'T ACTUAL JEWELS, IDIOT. WHO WOULD HAVE JEWELS THERE."

"I'M THE IDIOT?" She roared incredulously. "I DON'T CALL MY PRIVATE PARTS JEWELS, WALK AROUND NAKED BRAGGING ABOUT HOW I HAVE JEWELS," she brought herself closer to him, squeezing her captives for emphasis. "THESE ARE NOT JEWELS. YOU ARE THE IDIOT."

Luffy didn't answer. Margaret finally noticed the small flush that had risen to his cheeks. He stared into her eyes, panting softly. She blinked in disbelief. Was he…gettingturned on?

"Can-can you…more…" he groaned. He brought his hands around to grip her back. His pelvis moved forward a little, asking her to continue. Her face nearly exploded as blood rushed to it. She let go and stumbled away from him, noting the curious onlookers they'd attracted. Chopper was staring at them worriedly.

"Guys? You okay?" he asked. Margaret walked briskly over to the little reindeer, patted his head, and ran off with the fruit he hadn't already eaten, leaving Luffy standing in the middle of the road hot, bothered, and with the beginnings of a visible arousal.

What the hell…was THAT.

Usopp gawked at where the scene had just taken place, wondering to himself. He watched the blonde chick sprint away, his jaw still dropped in disbelief. Had she really just…

He turned his head to look back at Luffy. Oh, yep. There it was. Fancy that. Those old, washed out shorts he wore all the time were baggy, but apparently not baggy enough to conceal a boner. The color in his face was a nice touch.

Usopp moved to hide behind some crates on the side of the road, watching intently as Luffy and Chopper continued walking. Chopper didn't seem to notice anything. Neither did Zoro and that Hancock lady, although they were already preoccupied with screaming at each other.

That girl…she just fondled his junk. Like it was no big deal.

The mere thought of it was enough to provoke uproarious laughter, especially since it was Luffy's balls that had just been molested. Usopp had watched and fully expected the moron to make a scene of pushing her away from his precious kintama. But his reaction had killed any potential humor to be born from that situation. In fact, it had disturbed Usopp on multiple levels. Firstly, since when had Luffy, of ALL people, had the ability to become sexually fucking aroused? And for that matter, know he was aroused well enough to respond as if he knew what to expect from being touched like that?

To consent to that, ya gotta know what it entails, right? That had looked pretty damn consensual to Usopp. Also, why the hell would she grab him there in the first place?

What the hell is going on…

He jumped when he heard a hiss behind him. Jerkily, as if his neck were made up of rusty gears, he turned his head to look at what was behind him. Salome slithered out, his creepy snake grin preceding him and making chills run down Usopp's spine. He picked up the bags of stuff for Franky and ran back to the ship as fast as his fearless legs could carry him. Salome shrugged as well as a snake can and slithered back towards the palace.

"I know I had it here somewhere…" Franky murmured to himself, pushing past tools and random pieces of scrap metal. For the past hour he'd been picking desperately through all of his collective odds and ends looking for the one piece of equipment he could not go without, no matter what project. Said important piece of equipment seemed to have dropped off the face of the Earth. Without it, he wouldn't even be able to start cutting stuff.

"Dammit. I bet Nami borrowed it again," he finally concluded, giving up on finding it in the stuff strewn about the shop. Usopp always asked permission if he needed to borrow something, so if Franky didn't know where it was, it meant Nami had taken it. He never knew whether she did it on purpose or out of pure habit. She was a thief, after all. He walked out and headed for the navigation room. He smiled when he saw it lying innocently on her desk, like it had been waiting for him.

"Glad I found you," he greeted the tape measurer. He sighed in relief, thinking about equipping himself with one soon to avoid future panic attacks. He was just about to turn around and head back when something caught his eye.

Sitting on a small coffee table in the corner was a familiar looking book. The cover was maroon with fancy looking gold lettering. Franky raised an eyebrow and walked over. He picked it up and held it in his huge hand. It was pretty old. Some pages were sticking out farther than others and the binding had visible creases in it, a sure sign it had been read many times.

I think this is what Robin was reading yesterday...

Robin could go through a book a day if she really hunkered down and ignored everything around her. Rarely did she bother with the same book twice, and yet he remembered seeing her with this particular one on multiple occasions.

"Ro-me-o And Ju-li-et," he sounded out loudly, wondering how something with such a simple title could hold the attention of such an intriguing woman. He flipped through the pages slowly, seeing there were a couple illustrations. It was also written weird. Names were written out before sentences to indicate who was talking.

Oh, I see. It's a play.

Thumbing further, he stopped at a particularly interesting picture. A guy was kneeling under some trees while a girl stared up at the sky from a balcony. He tilted his head.

Is he…wearing tights?

He quirked an eyebrow, closing the book gently. He looked around just to be sure nobody was going to jump out at him, and placed the book in the compartment that popped out of his torso. He'd look at it again later.

This has to be a dream...

As far as the eye could see, empty hills of blowing grass beckoned to Sanji. The sun was gentle, and the blue of the sky pure and endless. Light played off of everything, making it all so beautiful and hazy. Small clusters of trees grew, some of them bearing delicious looking fruit he had never even seen before. Butterflies danced from flower to flower, bees hummed lazily, his kids laughed as they ran up to greet him-

Wait.

Sanji walked forward, vaguely aware that the angel's running toward him were his own flesh and blood. But how could that be? Now they pulled at him, urging him up over that last hill, the dirt path leading up to the crest where he knew he would be able to look out and see his home. The children cheered when he reached the top, and he gazed out at all that lay before him.

The serene waters of his sought after All Blue graced the background of his vision, stretching out to the horizon. And right on the coast, sitting next to the beach, was his house. It was a medium sized one story that opened out into an inviting court yard. It looked airy and cheerful, just like he would have wanted. It was his house, after all. He looked down at his children, the oldest a beautiful boy, and the younger two twin girls. They had all been blessed with a mop of golden curls and pearly smiles. He laughed and ran down the hill with them, reveling in the free feeling and letting the wind blow at his shirt- wait. What the hell was he wearing?

Sanji reached the bottom of the hill and touched his hands to his outfit. He wore black leather boots, and his pant were held in place by a sash tied around his waist. The shirt was simple and loose, the sleeves large, and it had no buttons, so it was open to reveal his manly chest. He smiled, liking how he looked in this dream. He ran his hands proudly through his hair, now significantly longer and…lustrous? Yes, that was the word. And he was clean cut again, with no hair falling to cover his eyebrows. Hell, he hadn't even felt the insistent urge to take out a cigarette yet.

Looking up, he saw a woman waving at them from the front door. As he walked closer, he could see the broom in her hands as she swept sand off the front porch. Her face was fuzzy, but he could see that beautifully familiar golden hair that rested gently against her shoulders. She put the broom down and lifted the skirts of her dress, smiling sunnily and running to him like he had been away on a journey and she couldn't wait any longer.

That explains this huge bag I'm carrying.

Sanji dropped the bag and ran to meet her, the whole scene going in slow motion to mimic that of a dramatic movie. He wanted to shed tears of joy, so great was his happiness. But he resisted, for running towards him were the most perfect breasts on the planet, and they were all his to bury his sojourning face in. He spread his arms wide and-

"COME! TAKE ME INTO YOUR WARM EMBRACE, MY LOVE," he yelled loudly, sitting up in bed. He opened his visible eye tentatively when he didn't feel breasts on his face. In place of a buxom wife, he got Chopper staring at him from his chair next to the bed as if he were a four headed spoon.

"Er…Sanji? Are you all right?" he asked slowly. Sanji lowered his arms to his sides, staring at the wall in silent disappointment. He snapped out of it after a few moments when he realized he didn't know where he was.

"Chopper? Where the hell are we?"

"We're in Hancock-sama's palace right now. She let you use this room specifically because of the big bed."

Sanji looked around and gawked at the huge bed he was in. It was probably the biggest bed he had ever seen in person. It was covered by silk sheets the color of ruby's, and row after row of matching pillows sat behind him. He sighed dreamily.

"Hancock-sama…the most beautiful woman in the world did this just with me in mind? I'm really not worthy…" He rested his chin in his hands and sighed, hearts appearing where his eyes should have been.

Chopper frowned. That was a suspiciously weak response to the information he had just given the cook. Wasn't he supposed to try to get up and skip around the room? Where was the nosebleed? And since when had his hearts been this tame? He had found a couple more girls with Margaret's blood type, and had prepared for Sanji's reaction to Hancock's attentions like a squirrel getting ready for hibernation. Maybe he needed to actually see girls in order to be in a near death situation? That had to be it.

Sanji slowly lowered himself back against the pillows, contemplating what he wanted to dream about more: his gorgeous unidentified angel, or the beautiful, graceful, kind, regal, and undoubtedly incomparable soul that was Boa Hancock. Two women without faces for him to recall. He smirked to himself.

Not that the face is the most important part.

He fell back asleep, as visions of breasts danced through his head.

There was a list of things Hancock regretted. Most of them pertained to Luffy. Because of the underlying guilt she felt for almost killing him the first time they met, and the overwhelming feelings of love she had for him now, she was willing to do just about anything he said.

Even wait for him while he went to look for the furry one who went to see the one with the nosebleed.

Even if waiting meant sitting in the same room and breathing the same air as Roronoa Zoro.

To stay positive and remind herself of why she did these things, she had taken to ignoring the swordsman and had begun making another entry in her journal. She hadn't counted on him falling asleep and snoring like he was trying to wake the dead. Of course, for Luffy's sake, she'd started off by politely throwing a shoe at him. Things escalated from there, and, well…here she was, running through the halls of her own palace chasing some moron who had managed to steal one of her most prized possessions. She saw him duck into an empty room and she burst in after him

"YOU PIG HEADED SON OF A BITCH," Hancock screamed, bearing down on him like a jungle cat. Zoro just smirked, holding behind his back the piece of gravy-fied dress she'd cut out to put in her journal. He shook his head in sarcastic disappointment.

"You sound pretty undignified right now. It's not very becoming."

"I'LL SHOW YOU BECOMING," she sneered. She leaped back from him, shaping her hands into a heart, the consequences of using her ability not even crossing her mind anymore. Zoro saw it coming and jumped back towards the window at the side of the room. He pushed it open and held the captive relic out, letting it hang ominously. She immediately froze and stared, positive there was some kind of pond a few floors below that window.

"You wouldn't dare," she said with quiet malice. He widened his eye innocently.

"Take back what you said about my hair," he suggested, as if it were the most novel idea he'd ever come up with.

"Never."

"Fine." He lifted his pinky off the piece of cloth and she cried out like she had just been stabbed.

"WAIT. I-"

"You what."

"I…"

"Yeah?"

"…"

"Waiting," he said, offering a sexy smile. She looked like she was going to try and rush him again so he lifted his fourth finger. She bit her lip, physical pain running through her.

"Ok, ok…um…" She straightened herself and gestured for him to wait a second while she prepared herself. He rolled his eyes as she brought a hand to her forehead, contemplating her options.

"I'll count to three," he said flatly. "That might help you decide faster."

"NO," she shrieked. He was caught off guard with the mere force of the word, and then he damn well near screamed in alarm when her face was beside him, her eyes boring into his very soul and tearing it into something unrecognizable. He stumbled halfway out the window, hand still gripped firmly on the object she desired.

"Give it to me," she seethed. "You have nowhere to run."

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU JUST JUMP ME IN THE FIRST PLACE," he bawed. "SCARE THE SHIT OUTTA ME WILL YA…"

"It's because from the very beginning you had lost," she crooned poisonously. One well manicured nail traced dangerously over his pectorals. He stared, not really sure what he should do.

"Wh-what are you doing…" he asked warily. She stared unwaveringly into his eyes, letting her nail travel lower until it hooked suggestively into his harameki. She leaned forward, pressing her giant breasts against his arm. He tried to move away, but there was only the window and six stories of solid air before he reached the ground. He could probably manage that, but he was still human. He preferred going the least painful route.

"Don't look away from me," she said, silky smooth with chocolate sauce on top. Her other hand moved slowly to caress his face. One nail slid beneath his chin and made a small cut, a drop of blood trickling down his neck. He gulped.

Yep. Window looks good.

Without another thought, he leaped up and stood out the window, grinning at her bewildered expression.

"Sayonara," he said simply before stepping off the sill.

"AH! NO," she cried helplessly, jumping after her precious piece of Luffy and latching onto Zoro's waist. They plunged towards the huge pond beneath them.

"LET GO!" he bellowed.

"GIVE ME THE CLOTH." Her hair flew wildly around them, coming up to obstruct his view of how clo-

And then suddenly, they hit water. The force of their fall dragged them surprisingly deep for a pond. Her grip on him went lax and he kicked up to the surface, punching through and coughing for air. He immediately touched his waist, confirming that his swords were still there. Swimming to the edge, he pulled himself half out and remembered something. He glanced back at where he'd just swum from, noticing Hancock hadn't surfaced yet. He waited a couple seconds.

This…this isn't a salt water pond is it?

He licked his lips. Nope. No salt. The water probably ran from a fresh water spring and collected here. So why was she still underwater?

Maybe…she just doesn't even know how to swim...

"Shit."

He scrambled to remove his boots and placed his swords on the grass, balling his robe up next to everything. He dove under and swam until he could scan the bottom. It was kind of murky, but since there were only plants around, it was fairly easy to find her. He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up until they broke the surface again, him trying to figure out the least awkward way of carrying a woman her size. He ended up dragging her in a makeshift bridal hold up to the edge of the pond and dumping her body next to his clothes. He hoisted himself out and knelt next to her. She wasn't breathing.

Shitshitshit…

Zoro already knew CPR because of all the ability users on the ship, but as he stared down at Hancock, he lost confidence in himself. It was already bad enough that her breasts were fucking titanic, but now, her revealing top had been lost somewhere in the pond and everything was bared to him. He knew time was of the essence though, so he tore his eyes away and tilted her head back, closing his mouth around her own.

Hancock felt herself being pulled through space, suddenly feeling some pressure on her lungs. She woke with a start and vomited water onto the ground next to her. Through her shivering and tears, she saw the stupid swordsman kneeling beside her. He silently regarded her shaking figure, clearly clueless about what to do now. And was that a look of concern? Disgusting. Disgraceful. Unacceptable. She knew immediately that he had probably just saved her life, which only made her want to kill him more. She sat up and glared, mud and various plant leaves soiling her masquerade of perfection. Was he smirking? Damn him. And why was he shirtless? And laughing? He was LAUGHING?

"How DARE you," she hissed, stumbling on her skirt when she attempted to stand up. He stood up with her and smirked, moving to pick up his robe.

"If I hadn't dared, you'd probably still be down there," he said casually. Hancock shivered uncontrollably, both from the company she was keeping and because the sun was already setting. It was so cold. Why was she-

"KYAAA! W-W-WHY AM I T-T-TOPLESS? WHAT DID YO-" She was shut up when his robe landed on her head. She lifted the fabric from her face suspiciously. He hadn't made a move to attack, so why…

"Put it on," he ordered. She blinked, dumbfounded, watching him as he put his boots back on. He noticed her staring and looked up, ever irritated with her face.

"Are you deaf? Put it on. Unless you'd rather have your tits on display."

"How rude. As if I would wear anything of yours," she started arrogantly. Her blouse really was nowhere to be seen though, and it wouldn't do to walk back around to the palace entrance like this. In a final show of defiance, she twisted the robe so all the water was squeezed out and turned her back to him to put it on. Zoro frowned when he saw the mark of the Tenryuubito through the scraggly strands of her hair.

"What is that?"

She froze, knowing exactly what he was talking about and silently flipped the rest of her hair over her shoulder to cover it. He noticed her reaction and scratched at his neck.

"Forget it."

He walked over to some cat tails and snatched the piece of cloth, which had safely floated to rest on top of one. She finished covering herself and stared down at him as he handed it to her. No words of apology were spoken as she took it from him. He turned from her and went back to his swords, making sure they were secure on his hip, and started to walk away. She just stared after him, completely at a loss for words.

Well, maybe not completely.

"You're going the wrong way, moron," she yelled, her tone more amused than mean. He stopped walking and turned to glare at her, whirling in a half circle and walking briskly in the direction she indicated. She followed behind, kicking the one shoe she still had at his head when he started to wander off.
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