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Ch. 6: Of Destiny and a Meat Dress

At last. Destiny had finally brought him to this one moment. His whole life, all of his ambitions, his training…all of it was about the now.

"Mihawk," Zoro said, cool as a cucumber, "I've finally surpassed you." Dust swirled around him as he reached for the bandana on his arm. Mihawk smiled and raised his chin in defiance.

"We shall see, boy. If my training has gotten through to you, and you have truly become a man worthy of challenging my sword, come at me with everything you have." He lifted his huge sword from his shoulders easily, pointing it's glinting blade in Zoro's direction. "Come at me! Roronoa!" He cried.

Zoro finished tying the cloth around his hair and moved his hands to his swords. He smirked with complete confidence.

I even get theme music? Fuck yeah.

He gripped the first katana in his hand, feeling the texture of the handle, just like he had so many battles before. But this was different. So very different.

Today, I become the best in the world.

With dramatic flair, he pulled the blade slowly from its sheath and-

What the hell, why isn't it coming out…

Mihawk regarded his opponent. He frowned.

"Is there a problem, Roronoa Zoro?"

Zoro pulled with all his beastly might, trying to get the damn sword out.

It's…it's stretching? What the hell is this…

The blade warped when he pulled, stretching to a point, but refusing to come completely out. What was going on?

He looked back at Mihawk. His head had fallen to his shoulder and his eyes were closed.

Is…is he SLEEPING?

Snoring sounds confirmed: He had bored Dracule Mihawk to sleep.

No! This…this isn't how it's supposed to go!

As he stared in humiliated horror at his sleeping mentor and eternal rival, Mihawk began to grow exponentially in size. He towered over Zoro, his arms and legs lengthening to giant proportions. He draped his cape over his face and laughed mockingly, pointing at Zoro with one hand. All Zoro could do was gape in complete shock.

"Insolent fool! Termites like you are better off feeding on dust with the other scum swordsmen of this world!"

"That's not true! I'm going to surpass you! I promised-" He was cut off by the earth underneath his feet pushing him up towards the sky, and before he knew it, he was at eye level with Mihawkzilla. The giant cackled wickedly.

"How can someone like YOU do it?" Mihawk started, dropping the cape from his face to reveal Hancock's in its place. "YOU'RE NOT EVEN ON MY LEVEL! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Zoro tried to steady himself, the earth under him starting to tremble and fall apart. Hancock was reaching for him with her bony fingers and razor sharp nails, his eye growing wider as they got closer. He looked down; all that was beneath him was becoming molten lava. He felt the hand close around him and lift him into the air further. Hancock's face loomed over him, her ghastly mouth opening slowly to reveal monstrous, dripping fangs. He desperately pulled at his swords, none of them coming out. He was completely out of options. He couldn't even scream. All he could do was stare.

This…

Her mouth opened wider and her hand positioned him in the air so he was now directly above it. She was going to swallow him. He was going to be swallowed by this huge monster woman and he couldn't even do anything about it.

This cannot be happening.

He felt her hand release him, felt the air whip around him as he fell freely into the abyss that was Hancock's throat, felt her mouth close with a chomp-

Zoro's eye flew open and he gasped loudly, flailing the arm he wasn't laying on in the air like he was falling. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead and neck. He breathed heavily, whipping his head around the room to make sure there were no strange, monstrous women ready to devour him. All he saw were the rest of the guys sleeping on the floor and various pieces of furniture around the room.

Oh. That's right. Ugh. Shit…

Last night, after a huge private banquet in the palace, all the guys had congregated into one room to drink and be stupid while Nami and Robin went to bed early. Instead of gravitating to their separate rooms, it looked like everyone had just crashed wherever they happened to fall. Zoro rubbed his throbbing, hungover head and glanced around in half hearted amusement. Usopp was sprawled on the floor in his boxers, an empty bottle stuck on his nose. When he exhaled, air from his nostrils made a low sound vibrate off the glass. Franky was leaned in an upright sitting position against a wardrobe in the corner. His snores would've been loud enough to wake everyone had Brook's afro not been muffling them. The skeleton was half laying on the padded window seat with his head on Franky's shoulder and his guitar on the floor. Chopper was the only one that had managed to crawl into the bed.

Zoro looked down at himself. He was lying on the floor, still fully clothed and covered in a blanket he didn't remember grabbing. He half grinned at Luffy's angelic, curled up figure next to him. They probably couldn't have pulled off something more gay looking, but Zoro was presently too hung over to give a damn. It also helped that Sanji wasn't around to comment.

What a dork. Can't even find his own blanket…

Luffy shifted closer to Zoro, smiling dreamily to himself and sighing.

"It's good, Margaret…" He mumbled happily into Zoro's shoulder.

Zoro blinked through his headache and frowned.

Who the hell is Margaret…

Luffy muttered something unintelligible and slid his arms around Zoro's left arm…

Ah. Come to think of it, there's nothing here to eat me. I should let go of my sword-

His one foggy eye fell on his swords, sitting innocently a few feet away. All three. Zoro counted them. And then again. And again.

"More…Margaret…"

Zoro slowly turned back to Luffy, his left arm being crushed in his embrace. The hand in question was currently covered by the blanket. Zoro, for the life of him, couldn't understand why this was so troubling. There was a connection here, and he was apparently too fucked up to make it. He'd have to ask the dragon lady later where she got this shit…it wasn't like he was a light weight…

What…the flying FUCK am I holding onto right now…

The swordsman cautiously squeezed. Luffy moaned and kissed his bicep. Zoro's eye widened in disgust.

"ALRIGHT, ASSHOLE, I AIN'T THAT HUNGOVER," Zoro bellowed loudly, whipping the blanket off of his arm. He looked down, and there were his manly fingers. Wrapped in a death grip around Luffy's jean confined erection.

The force of the scream that followed Zoro's initial shock was heard by every person on Amazon Lily whether they were awake or not. Brook spasmed and fell off the window seat, shrieking in terror. Franky, still half asleep, jumped up and tried to run towards the panic. He tripped over Brook and went flying into the other wall. Chopper flew off the bed screaming and landed on Usopp's head, the bottle breaking under his weight and making Usopp cry out in pain as glass shards tore at his face. Luffy flailed ridiculously and screamed in confused response while Zoro scrambled onto the bed and pressed himself against the wall, staring at everyone like he had gone mad.

"WHAT THE HELL, LUFFY?"

"WHADDYA MEAN 'WHAT THE HELL, LUFFY'? YOU'RE THE ONE SCREAMING," Luffy yelled from his place on the floor. He looked angry. "WHERE THE HELL IS MARGARET?"

"WHO THE HELL IS MARGARET?"

"MORON! SHE WAS JUST HERE!"

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT? WHO THE HELL IS MARGARET?"

Zoro felt his soul shattering. Literally shattering into pieces.

"CUT OFF MY HAND," He howled. "CUT OFF MY FUCKING HA-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Usopp screeched from the floor, throwing a pillow with perfect accuracy at each of them. Chopper was sobbing next to him and picking glass from his marred face. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, BOTH OF YOU."

"I….HIM…UGH," Zoro was trying his best to describe what happened with his brain fried and his pride as a man disintegrating before his eyes. Luffy stood up and pointed angrily at him.

"He just woke up screaming! And WHERE THE HELL IS MARGARET?" He roared, squeezing the pillow Usopp had thrown in his hands.

"Mugiwara, what the hell are you babbling abou- JESUS CHRIST, PUT THAT AWAY BEFORE YOU POKE SOMEONE'S GODDAMN EYE OUT!" Franky had finally succeeded in climbing off of Brook and come face to face with Luffy's morning glory. He fell backwards and groaned, his head finally deciding to karma-nize him for last night's alcohol consumption.

Chopper sniffled and addressed Luffy confusedly. "Luffy, Margaret-chan isn't here. Did…did she have something to do with this?"

Luffy looked around, his brow furrowed. Brook's jaw dropped.

"Luffy-san…did you…uh…"

"Did I what?"

Usopp glowered at both of them. "Did he wake us up? Yes. We are all wide fucking awake, Brook. Thanks for asking." The sniper went to rub his aching head but accidentally touched one of his wounds from the bottle and winced.

Zoro slid down the wall to sit on the bed. His one visible pupil was still dilated, and his breathing was staggered. "…I just jerked off another dude…" His face went slightly green and he slowly lowered his head so it was between his legs, resting his elbows on his knees. Everyone stared at him, then turned to look at Luffy. He had torn the pillow in half, feathers now flying around him. Combined with the bulge in his pants, it made it hard to take his death glare seriously.

"Luffy-san had a wet dream," Brook said simply. "YOHOHOHOHOHOHO"

There was an awkward silence while everyone processed that. Luffy glanced around at all of them.

"Huh? No, Zoro was screaming. Nobody's wet." He looked down at his pants, then looked at the ceiling like he was trying to figure something out. "Hey, where'd Margaret go?"

"Mugiwara…were you…dreaming about a…a girl?" Franky went slack jawed and lifted his sunglasses slowly, staring in disbelief at his captain.

Luffy quirked an eyebrow. "What the hell are you guys talking about?"

Chopper blinked incredulously. "Luffy…is that true? It was a girl this time?"

Usopp stroked his chin suspiciously. "Usually it's just meat isn't it…"

Everyone nodded, save Zoro and Luffy. Their captain having wet dreams was nothing new. They happened every so often. But it was always from dreaming about…well, food. And to avoid a long, drawn out discussion about things Luffy couldn't really comprehend, Chopper, being the doctor, had grown accustomed to telling Luffy these things happened because he just really liked meat. Chopper had actually been kind of fascinated by the gap between Luffy's brain function and his delayed sexuality. It was a rare occurrence; a human so unmoved by the opposite sex that his subconscious simply used what he loved the most to relieve itself of excess semen. Besides, how do you just up and tell a guy to start masturbating?

It was just one of those things that, if they brought one thing up, they'd have to explain everything.

And now they were all dumbfounded, because Luffy had actually figured out how to function like a normal human being. While he was staring at them with a look of annoyance, they were all looking at him and dreading that long, drawn out discussion they'd been avoiding and would now, apparently, have to have.

"Luffy," Chopper started in his professional voice, "we need to have a talk."

Luffy slumped in his posture. "Can we eat first? And don't you have to check on Sanji?" He asked with fake helpfulness, trying to get out of something boring. Chopper blinked.

"Oh yeah. I should go check on him. Be right back guys. Don't leave without me!" He yelled over his shoulder before waddling out the door. Luffy grinned at his own manipulativeness and laughed through his teeth.

"I'll eat later," Zoro said, his tone suggesting he was still shaken by his experiences. He grimaced when he passed by a mirror and floated out the door.

"He's probably gonna go train," Franky said, stretching his huge arms. "He's had a rough couple days."

"It's the only thing that guy knows how to do…plus…after what happened last night, I'm really starting to wonder if staying here for so long is a good idea..." Usopp said, a note of sympathy creeping into his voice. "And Luffy…man, who knew, ya know?"

"Knew what?" Luffy asked, tilting his head. When Usopp waved him off he shrugged and ran out the door.

"Even Luffy-san can get boners," Brook mused, staring at the wall (as best he could without eyeballs). Usopp and Franky looked at him expectantly, waiting for the punchline. It didn't come, and they looked at each other worriedly.

It was official. If Brook couldn't even find the enthusiasm to make a skull joke out of it, they probably had something serious on their hands.

Just then, Chopper burst through the door, eyes full of worry.

"Guys, help me look for Sanji. He's not in his room. I can't find him."

"Those guys," Nami muttered under her breath as she stared at the palace. "They better not be doing anything embarrassing."

Robin chuckled and continued washing Nami's back.

"Navigator-san, you know as well as I do that it's impossible for them to be anything but themselves."

"Great. Just great," Nami said sarcastically, running a hand through her wet hair.

Normally the girls would've taken a bath before going to bed the night before, but it had been an exhausting day. Nami had finally been able to chart a course for them that would accommodate Franky's construction of the roof. She had cleverly thought to leave the log pose for their next island on Sabaody with Rayleigh and Shakky. Since leaving when they were supposed to was always her biggest concern, it was a huge relief to know they would have some time before they had to set out again. Robin smiled at her friend's sigh of contentment, knowing that even if the boys were a huge burden on her, she would be able to relax a little while they were here. They switched places so Nami could scrub her back.

The Snake Princess had offered the use of her personal bath to them, but they both opted for the public one since it was nice out. The sun had almost completely risen, and more amazon women were starting to show up. Robin observed them all, her natural curiosity getting the best of her. She would have to use her time here as wisely as possible and try to archive everything she saw. It was all so interesting.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar face. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously and she rested her chin in her hands, leaning forward when Nami told her to.

Interesting indeed...

Margaret sat talking to a couple girls she knew, laughing softly when they laughed, responding when she was asked a question, and generally trying her best to act like her usual cheerful self. In reality, she had been up all night thinking about Luffy and didn't feel well at all. A quiet bath this early in the morning would've been ideal. She also had a funny feeling she was being watched.

She tuned out for a second and sighed, looking around. Out of nowhere, an arm sprouted from a rock behind one of her friends. Margaret blinked in surprise, especially since the hand attached to the arm proceeded to point at her, and then to her right. Margaret tentatively looked over at Robin and Nami, the red head busy chattering on about some furniture she had seen the day before. Robin smiled warmly at Margaret, casually signaling she was the one that made the arm appear. Margaret smiled shyly back, excusing herself graciously from the group and walking over to the straw hat women.

"Good morning," Nami said with a smile when Margaret approached. Robin just continued to look at her, making the blonde feel sort of uncomfortable.

"G-good morning. You are Nami-san and Robin-san, right?" She asked politely. Nami nodded.

"Haha. Yep. I think I remember you from yesterday, if I'm not mistaken. Margaret, right?"

Margaret nodded, glancing at Robin again. The woman had yet to blink, and it was really starting to creep her out.

"Margaret-chan," She started smoothly, pushing a piece of dark hair behind her ear, "you have beautiful eyes."

Margaret was taken aback by her bluntness and blushed out of modesty. "Oh…uh…th-thank you," she stuttered. Nami squinted through the natural mist of the bath and grinned brightly.

"You're right, Robin. They are really pretty," She continued to study Margaret, making her blush deeper. "They're an interesting color. Very soft. My eyes are plain old brown." She winked at Margaret, then stood up from washing Robin's back. Robin stayed where she was.

"Your skin, too, is very beautiful," Robin continued. Margaret was growing faint from all the attention this gorgeous woman was giving her. She waved her hands in front of her.

"I-it's not that-"

She was cut off when Nami leaned forward and inspected her arms, sliding her hands over her skin to confirm. She smiled widely at Margaret.

"It's so soft! Is there a special ointment you use? I want to buy some!"

Margaret was completely overwhelmed. Nami-san and Robin-san were both so beautiful. She had admired them the first time they boarded the ship, as many of the other girls in the Kuja crew had. And they were both so vibrant. To have such women lavish her with compliments was too much.

Robin stood up and gently touched a lock of Margaret's hair, staring unwaveringly at her with those icy eyes.

"What a lovely color. Almost like…gold," she said thoughtfully, giving Nami a look. Nami's eyes sparkled and she nodded vigorously.

"You're so lucky, Margaret-chan! If I had hair like that, I'd run my hands through it all the time," she said dreamily. Her hands went up to try, and then she caught herself. "C-could I?" She asked, eyes pleading. Margaret smiled hesitantly and nodded.

"Wah! Robin! It's so soft! I can't…even...GAH!" Nami was having a grand old time running her hands uninhibitedly through Margaret's hair, the poor amazon at a loss for what to do now. "I have split ends from growing it for so long without cutting," the navigator pouted. She pressed her cheek against the golden hair and sniffed deeply. Margaret went wide eyed.

"You smell nice too," she whispered huskily. Nami reached around and cupped Margaret's breasts. The blonde gasped but refrained from crying out.

"My, my, Margaret-chan," she cooed teasingly. "These are also very shapely. And you're so shy. It's really adorable," she finished, hugging Margaret possessively. Robin held a hand casually under her chin and chuckled.

"What do you think, Navigator-san. Should we kidnap her?"

Nami grinned, her teeth gleaming in the early morning light. "Yep! But she's mine, Robin. She's my friend. You can't have her," she said playfully, sticking her tongue out at the older woman from her place on Margaret's shoulder.

"I wonder what Senchou would have to say about that."

It was an innocent enough speculation. It could have been alluding to whether Luffy would allow someone else into the crew, and that's probably what Nami assumed. The navigator went on about not caring what he thought, oblivious to the tension forming between her hostage and the archaeologist. But as soon as it came out of Robin's mouth, Margaret knew that wasn't what she had meant. She went rigid in Nami's embrace, slowly raising her head to make eye contact with Robin. Her blue eyes were already smirking with knowledge.

"Margaret-chan, I have a very interesting devil fruit ability," Robin said matter-of-factly, one of her arms blooming to grab the scrub brush for her and indicating that Margaret should sit. "You should know that there's little that goes on in 'that ship' that I don't know about."

Nami had finally caught on to the fact that there was something deeper going on here. She turned her head to look at Margaret, who had grown pale. She narrowed her eyes seriously.

"Robin, what do you mean 'in that ship'," she said quietly, now becoming suspicious of her new friend. "Did you see her do something? On the Sunny?" Her eyes grew wide and furious imagining all the things her partner's passive aggressiveness could have been brought about by. She whirled on Margaret, wrath oozing out of her pores. "Did she steal something from us? Or WORSE, from me?" Margaret looked ready to cry.

Robin sweat dropped and shook her head knowingly at Nami's paranoia.

"No such thing, Navigator-san," she chuckled, smiling like she hadn't almost caused Margaret to be killed. Margaret wanted to run away. She was looking for a reason to leave them when she felt Robin pushing her down onto the stool. Nami looked pleasant again now that her possessions were not in question.

"We should actually be very grateful to this girl. She's given us a rare opportunity," she said softly, scrubbing at Margaret's back.

"I assure you, Robin-san, whatever you saw…it can easily be expl-" Margaret's voice had been soft with near tearfulness, but Robin's hand pushed a finger to her lips to quiet her.

"There's really no need to explain, Margaret-chan," she said gently. "You didn't do anything wrong. Like I said, we should be grateful to you."

Margaret may have been confused, but Nami was down right lost.

"Robin, what are you talking about? What did she do? I don't get it," she whined, irritated. "And I already told you Margaret is my friend. I was gonna scrub her back." She smirked and sat in front of Margaret so she could listen to the conversation she was having with Robin.

"Oh, but Navigator-san," Robin chuckled, "I have more in common with Margaret-chan than you do."

"OH? Is that SO? Care to elaborate?"

The raven haired woman smirked and shrugged.

"I, too, find the male reproductive organs to be very fascinating."

"NYON-BAA~! NYON-BAA~! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU DECREPIT OLD WOMAN?"

Hancock stumbled up the worn out stone steps of the old palace gardens, a more remote place near the cliffs of Amazon Lily. Nyon often took morning walks through here, and had long ago taken it upon herself to tend the flowers that still thrived near the path. Hancock normally wouldn't have bothered making a trip to find her since she had an annoying habit of popping up whenever she felt like it, but this was an emergency. Her bare feet stung from tripping on cracks and fallen branches, and her hair was still a mess from falling in the pond…

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH~!" She screamed in agony and gripped her hair in both hands, attempting to tear those wretched memories away. She only succeeded in getting a couple strands to fall out. She stared at the hair with the face of a dead woman and wondered if she'd go bald because of this.

I'll kill him. I have to kill him. It's the only way I'll ever have any peace.

She went on calling out desperately for Nyon, ignoring the overgrown vines and branches that tore at her perfect skin. When she got completely up the steps and stood awkwardly at the top, she took a moment to lean on a tree and breathe.

Stupid old woman. How the hell does she make it up these steps every day? I can barely-

"Hebihime-sama."

Hancock screamed in surprise and nearly tumbled back down the steps she'd just climbed. She flailed her arms to avoid that and landed on her ass, scowling at Nyon's withered face staring down at her from the tree. The old woman jumped down and regarded Hancock critically.

"Hebihime-sama, what is the meaning of you coming all the way out here to find me looking like…uh…well, this," she said, gesturing at Hancock's general appearance. Hancock pushed herself up with some effort, steadying herself on the uneven stones of the pathway.

"I need to talk to you…about last night," Hancock said heavily, her frown deep and her eyes pained. Nyon raised her eyebrows and nodded. The snake princess never came to her for help if it wasn't absolutely necessary. She had expected a reaction such as this, though. And from the looks of things, she had just woken up. The former empress sighed and started walking down the path into the garden, waving her staff to tell Hancock to walk with her. Hancock watched after her for a moment before jogging to catch up.

"Hebihime-sama, I trust you nyow know just how…inappropriate your behavior was last nyight," Nyon started off sternly.

"Nyon-baa, that's why I came here to find you. I need to ask you about what this means for…for my…" Hancock's voice broke a little and Nyon looked up at her face, hidden behind her scraggly hair. "For my relationship with Luffy."

"Psh. What relationship," Nyon spat bluntly. "I tried to tell you just how ridiculous your reaction was to such an insignyificant thing, but I'm sure Luffy-san was indeed put off by your…unladylike behavior."

Hancock's eyes glistened with tears. "It's not my fault. He…he did it to me! I didn't…"

"Hebihime-sama! You are missing the point of what I'm trying to say," Nyon said exhaustedly, sticking her staff in Hancock's quivering face. "That man saved your life, and nyot only do you disregard any gratitude you might owe him, you put on the most disgraceful performance of any empress I've ever seen in all my days. If Luffy-san had any interest in you as a bride before, it should have dissipated because of your childish behavior towards his first mate last nyight."

Hancock stared in utter shock at Nyon. After a few seconds, her face slowly broke down until she was sobbing pitifully, tears making her face red and splotchy. Nyon wondered if she had been too harsh as Hancock sank to the ground, the distraught lead in her own real life drama.

"LUFFY WILL NEVER WANT ME NOW THAT THAT DISGUSTING MAN HAS TAKEN MY LIPS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!"

"WHAT ABOUT ALL THE STUFF I JUST SAID TO YOU? WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

"AND YOU…YOU DRUGGED ME! BE GONE FROM MY PRESENCE. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT YOU."

"WE DID NYOT DRUG YOU, WE GAVE YOU MEDICINE TO SHUT YOU UP AND GET YOU TO SLEEP. YOUR SISTERS DID EVERYTHING THEY COULD TO CALM YOU. YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL HIM! IF YOU WEREN'T SO FRAGILE IN THE MIND WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOU GOING CRAZY! AND YOU CAME HERE LOOKING FOR ME, REMEMBER?"

"IF I CANNOT MARRY LUFFY BECAUSE OF THIS I WILL DIE. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY."

"HOW IS THIS MY FAULT YOU STUPID GIRL?"

They both stopped arguing abruptly, noticing the sound of giggling girls at the same time. It was up ahead of them, near where the cliffs of the island should have been. They looked at each other, then cautiously continued up the path, pushing away any extra foliage blocking their way. Once they realized the voices were coming from off the path, the trees got thicker and Hancock began to wonder if it was really worth not finishing her rant. The trees ended all at once, giving way to a small grassy clearing where a group of girls was standing at the edge of a cliff and looking down at something.

"Ladies, what seems to be the problem?" Nyon asked, walking up to the group curiously. The girls turned to see Hancock and they all went to scream joyously, but then caught themselves and silently showed their adoration by surrendering their eyes to the hearts she seemed to conjure naturally. Hancock frowned at their subdued affections, some of them pulling away from their worship quickly and going back to looking over the cliff edge.

"What's going on h-" The girls all waved their arms and gestured for her to quiet down, which enraged her. Who did they think they were telling her what to do? Hancock was definitely not in the mood for this. Why wasn't it easier to be kind? How did Luffy do it constantly? Hancock glowered at the girls, wondering how mad he'd get if she turned them all to stone. Maybe he'd never have to know...

"Hebihime-sama, we beg your pardon, but the man down there is really interesting. We want to observe him without being seen or he might go away."

The mention of a man made her forget about her urge to kill something. Could it be Luffy? Was Luffy down there?

Did he…did he come looking for me? Is that why he's all the way out here? Maybe…maybe he wants to talk to me.

Her eyes shone with hopeful tears and she pushed her way through the cluster of girls to see for herself. She jerked to a stop and almost fell over the edge of the cliff when she saw who it was.

There, walking up the small stretch of beach dragging a large sea king, was Roronoa Zoro.

And he could not have been more naked.

Nami floated next to Robin and Margaret, her limbs going every which way like a jellyfish. Her outburst of shock in the bath had prompted Robin to restrain her with her arms until she'd calmed down, but it had made a scene so they left to talk somewhere else. They were currently walking through the streets looking for a place to eat breakfast. Margaret kept her head down, face hidden by wet hair. Robin could almost feel the heat radiating from her and knew she was probably beyond embarrassed.

"It's a very natural human instinct; wanting to do those things with men."

Margaret looked like Robin's voice had startled her out of a daze, but after a moment she just lowered her head further. Robin gave her a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry I've made you uncomfortable, but it's really nothing to be ashamed of, Margaret-chan. As I said before, Senchou has probably awakened as a man because of you."

"Oh god, the way you say it, Robin, you make it sound like they've…wait. They…they didn't…" Nami came up between them and patted Margaret's head, looking to Robin in confused horror. "He…Luffy didn't…I mean…they couldn't have…with Luffy?" The navigator's eyes sunk back into her head and she turned to Margaret with tears that were starting to form at the edges. "Oh my god, Margaret-chan…he didn't…to you…" She placed shaky hands on Margaret's shoulders so they were face to face. "Whatever that bastard did, we'll make sure he takes full responsibility."

Robin sighed. "You're always so dramatic, Nami-chan."

"I WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE IF YOU'D EXPLAIN THE GODDAMN SITUATION."

"They haven't 'done it' yet, as I believe you would say," Robin said calmly.

"YET? WHAT WAS THE 'YET' FOR? I'M STILL HAVING A HARD TIME BELIEVING LUFFY EVEN KNOWS HOW TO USE HIS OWN PENIS."

"He doesn't. At least not yet."

"WHY ALL THE 'YETS'? AM I SUPPOSED TO WANT HIM TO FIGURE SOMETHING LIKE THAT OUT? DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE LEVEL OF CATASTROPHE WE COULD BE FACING?"

Nami fisted her hair and let her eyes sink further, pupils shrinking as she thought about all the horrible possibilities.

"He doesn't have any restraint. If he figures out how to have sex, he'll impregnate every girl that lets him, and then what are we supposed to do? HUH? He wanders off, and soon we've got all these girls with moronic children that can do nothing but eat and stare at you. And when we find One Piece? What THEN, Robin? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT THEN…" Nami was practically foaming at the mouth. "As soon as we find One Piece, every single girl is going to want her cut, Robin. How much money does that leave us with, HUH? NOT ENOUGH, BECAUSE IT ALL BELONGS TO ME," she roared, thrusting a determined fist into the air. "LUFFY CAN REPRODUCE WHEN I'M GOOD AND DEAD."

Robin started a slow clap, her face completely expressionless. Margaret pet her snake absentmindedly.

"Robin-san, Nami-san…I'm not really sure what you're talking about, but you don't have to worry. I'm not…I'm not doing that…with Luffy anymore."

Robin raised her eyebrows. "Did it scare you, when he…well, you know…reacted?"

Margaret shook her head, smiling softly. "No, not at all. Luffy," she blushed hard and looked away. "Luffy felt good, so…I was really happy."

Robin looked over at Nami. They smiled at each other. Nami closed her eyes and sighed, walking over to Margaret and pushing her hair from her face. Margaret blinked.

"Baka. If you love him, then it's harder for me to make an argument," Nami said, beaming at her.

"L-love…" Margaret murmured glancing from one girl to the other. Robin nodded.

"When someone is very special to you, it makes you want to do the things you did with Luffy. If you're happy because he's happy…" Robin shrugged and smiled.

"Then you're definitely in love with him," Nami finished, putting her arm around Margaret and winking. Margaret felt faint.

"No! I-I can't love him! That's…" She brought her hands to her cheeks and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "That's…Hebihime-sama is in love with Luffy! I couldn't possibly-"

"Hancock-san? You shouldn't worry about her," Robin chuckled. "Luffy barely notices the attention she gives him. But you…" One of Robin's arms appeared on Margaret and gently brought her hands from her face. "Senchou really seems to like you, for whatever reason. Maybe he's liked you since before our reunion. He was ecstatic to see you on the ship." Margaret fidgeted and Nami giggled at her shy behavior. Robin continued with a sly smile.

"And, he was dreaming about you this morning."

"He's so strong," one girl cooed, the entire group nodding in zombie like agreement.

Zoro, oblivious to the audience he had gathered, continued to fish without discretion. The women were in awe of the strange creature below them; the way his hair sparkled in the sun when he walked out of the water and didn't bother shaking any excess droplets from his rippling muscles. It was like he was of a completely different species. And certainly different from Luffy-san, whose build was more slight and whose personality was much less…intriguing. They all gasped in pleasant surprise every time he brought a new fish from the sea, some of them more fascinated with the foreign elements of his anatomy than his monstrous strength.

"It's bigger than Luffy-san's."

"So men have hair down there as well…"

Hancock heard the fuss they were making from the tree she was moping under a few yards away. She wished she had eaten something before she came. Throwing up might have been a useful way of portraying everything she was feeling at that very moment.

Why is it always this moron? Why is he even up here? Why isn't it LUFFY? Why do I always have to go through these things? It's not fair. And why the hell is he NAKED?

"I like his hair," another said.

"I like when he talks to himself. It's funny," one of the others laughed.

"I like his tight butt," Nyon-baa said, not bothering to hide her leering face.

Hancock whirled her head around and scowled at Nyon, who was already looking at her with a wicked grin. "This would be the perfect opportunity for you to apologize for your classless behavior, Hebihime-sama."

"As if I would EVER apologize to…to…THAT," Hancock spat, walking over and pointing in Zoro's general direction. 'That' had climbed onto a large boulder and was sprawled out, basking in the increasingly bright morning sun. Hancock stole another peek at his naked body and blushed before turning up her nose. Nyon was slightly amused.

"You realize this is completely separate from your fall in the pond. You still owe him your life. Learning how to be humble will be a valuable lesson for you to learn," the old woman said thoughtfully. "You're too old to be doing these stupid, childish things. Apologizing will not kill you."

"YES it WILL," Hancock argued vehemently. " I CANNOT and WILL NOT apologize to that man. He deserved everything I gave to him," she said glaring at Nyon. "And, thanks to you and my sisters, I'll never have the satisfaction of knowing how close I was to killing him."

"Oh ho ho, that young man took a couple slaps from you, but as you can see it didn't do any real damage," Nyon said stealing another glance at Zoro. "So really, the only thing you seem to have given him is the first kiss of the most beautiful woman in the world," she said dryly. "It seems it might have been best for all of us to just leave you in the pond."

Hancock wanted to kick Nyon. She really did. But the old hag had been right on all accounts. Zoro looked unscathed, save the scars he already had, and Hancock was currently wondering if it would be worth killing herself to see Luffy distraught over her death. And her first kiss…

She touched her hand to her lips and hot tears threatened to fall from her eyes. It would have been better to go on not knowing what a kiss meant. She turned from Nyon and stomped back over to her tree. She noticed a grotesquely adorable looking puppy in her path, as if it had materialized out of nowhere. She growled and kicked it with all the force she could muster. It flew over the side of the cliff, and the girls stared in horror as it fell to its imminent death. Some of them turned to chastise her, so she flashed a half assed smile and was forgiven instantly. Hancock didn't care. It was her against the world. Luffy wouldn't even look at her, men with green hair were ruining her life, old women with wrinkles were telling her what to do. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't-

She heard the group gasp and then start cheering loudly, making her wonder if the stupid swordsman really couldn't hear them. Was he deaf? Did he just like it when girls looked at him? That would just be perfect, wouldn't it. How could Luffy stand it? If there was any good in Roronoa Zoro she had yet to-

"Who's the moron who dropped this," she heard a familiar voice call from below. She cringed within herself.

"Look! He caught it! I'm so happy it's not hurt!"

"Thank you, Swordsman-san~! That was super cool!"

"Hebihime-sama slipped and the dog was in the way! Thank you for saving it!"

"It was an accident, Swordsman-san! If you could bring it back up-"

"All of you shut up," came his chilling command. The women went silent, all of them shocked at his tone.

"Hancock. I know you're there," he yelled. "Don't move. I'm coming up."

"SHUT UP. AS IF I'D LISTEN TO ANYTHING YOU SAY," she screamed, stalking furiously over to the edge of the cliff. He couldn't be- oh. Yep. He was climbing up the cliff. Anger boiled inside her and threatened to explode into whatever rash action she decided to take next. And the way he said her name…with so little respect or regard for her position as a higher authority. Was he some kind of moron? It was almost too perfect. She pushed her finger to her lips and sneered, aiming directly at him.

"Pistol Kiss," she muttered. A haki imbued shot rang out and Zoro winced as it embedded itself in his shoulder, making him lose his grip on the rocks momentarily. Hancock watched him with silent contempt, impressed that he didn't cry out or anything. She hadn't been holding back. Then her eyes went wide when she realized why.

In order to be able to climb the cliff with his full range of motion, he had the dog hanging by the scruff of its neck between his teeth. To cry out would mean letting it fall back to the beach. Hancock stood watching him continue to climb, her lips parted in a half gape, a feeling of guilt taking root in her gut. Everyone stepped back a little when he finally reached the top, spitting the dog out and trying to spit out the hairs it had left in his mouth after he'd pulled himself up. Hancock narrowed her eyes when he finally decided to look at her.

"Do you have something to say," she said curtly.

He nodded and stood up. "Yeah. I just wanted to tell you to stop making my life a living hell."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then say what you mean. Before I get pissed."

She leaned back until she was looking down on him to the point of looking up. Her nail pointed at him in the highest degree of disapproval. "You are in the company of women, and yet you have the audacity to present yourself in such a way. Apologize."

Zoro blinked, then looked down at himself. He looked over at the group of women, some of them giggling. He turned red and looked toward the beach where he'd left his clothes. "…Shit."

"ARE YOU SOME KIND OF IDIOT? YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU FORGOT YOU WERE NAKED?"

"LISTEN LADY," He started. "WHO'S THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ANYONE ELSE WAS HERE." He pointed at her, glaring suspiciously. "YOU were the one SPYING on ME."

Hancock gripped her chest and stared at him in horror. "As if I would EVER want to see you…" She gestured at him refusing to look. "Like…like…THAT."

"Give me my robe then." He held out his hand expectantly.

There was an eerie silence that fell over everyone. Hancock had completely forgotten about the fact that she had not changed out of the robe yet. Underneath it, she was completely naked, which made the girls a little wary.

"Should we leave? If Hebihime-sama takes off her clothes then…"

"We'll be turned to stone!"

"The Gorgon's Eyes! We'll all die!"

Zoro narrowed his eyes and glanced at them. "What are they talking about?"

"It's none of your business," Hancock muttered, glaring at him dangerously.

"Swordsman-san, please! If Hebihime-sama takes off her clothes, we'll all die!" The girls wailed. "The Gorgon's Eyes on her back! They'll turn us to stone!"

Zoro looked at her suspiciously.

Was that what I saw? It definitely just looked like a burn mark.

His eyes widened at the look she was giving him; her eyes were hard, like she was trying to tell him something. Her fists were balled at her sides. It seemed she remembered him seeing it before too.

He opened his mouth to say something and before he could even blink, she was at his side with her hand at his mouth. He gasped as they stumbled backwards a little, afraid they'd topple over the edge. She caught herself and leaned into his ear. He felt her other hand on his neck. She was shaking.

"Please don't say anything."

To have this woman beg him to do anything was both intriguing and enraging. She'd been a bitch this entire time (to him in particular), and it hadn't even been twenty-four hours since they'd met. She goes and almost dies, and then freaks out on him for administering CPR, embarrassing him in front of all his friends by, of all things, handing his ass to him. He was having nightmares about her eatinghim for fuck's sake. Telling her off seemed to be the best option. If she was self conscious about some stupid burn mark on her back, it wasn't that big a deal to let her keep the robe a little longer. He felt her lean more into him and noticed her breathing was ragged.

"Oi, you can get off me now-"

Her body slipped off of him and fell over the edge of the cliff, time seemingly slowing to an impossible crawl as her unconscious body plunged toward water.

Hancock couldn't remember when the world went black or when the wind whipping her face had woken her back up, but somewhere in between she had a sense that someone had already grabbed her and was holding her to him…

Him?

Her eyes could barely open, but she felt it anyway. How she could tell was a mystery, since it wasn't like she'd been awake the last time he'd had to save her. For some reason though, whether it was from the initial feeling that she was going to die or something else, she recognized it as his hold on her, and let him pull her to him. And, maybe it was just her imagination or from the lack of oxygen going to her brain, but it almost felt like she had clung to him before they reached the water.

And, even crazier, those last few moments before she blacked out again were spent wondering at why she felt so safe.

"I am NEVER drinking ANYTHING these people give us AGAIN," Usopp groaned, walking through the streets with Franky, Brook and Chopper to get food. By now it would be considered an early lunch if anything, since the natives had pretty much been up and starting their day for awhile now. They got used to the giggling and whispering that happened when they walked past. It would have been easy to feel like a celebrity had their heads not been pounding still.

"My brain feels like it will explode," Brook started. "Except, I have no brain. YOHOHOHO-" Franky punched him as the laughter started, any more noise than necessary instantly pissing him off.

"I can understand you guys, but what about me," Chopper whined. "I didn't even drink a ton. And I had water too."

"Psh. Real pirates don't drink water when they get drunk," Usopp said. "What a baby."

"I am NOT a baby," Chopper protested.

"Everyone SHUT UP," Franky said, his smaller hands coming out of his huge ones to smash into each other, like the next person who yelled would be sent flying. The threat worked and everyone was silent for a time.

"So…Luffy-san likes girls," Brook started. Everyone stopped in their tracks to stare at him incredulously.

"Do we have to talk about this right now, Brook," Usopp said. He had actually been thinking about this for awhile, but out loud it was a nuisance.

"Well, it is rather surprising. I sort of thought he might be interested in men," the skeleton continued. "Though, I have no eyes to see what he might show interest-"

"Please continue the joke. I dare you," Franky said dangerously. Brook hid behind Usopp.

"Is it so farfetched that he'd like men?" Usopp said with a hint of defensiveness in his voice. Chopper tried to calm them all down.

"Guys! Stop this! We're all tired, we're all hungry, let's just wait until later to talk about this. In any case," the reindeer fixed his hat on his antlers more securely. "I'd actually like to talk to both him and Margaret-chan if I get the chance…"

"MARGARET," Franky guffawed. "We keep talking about a girl named Margaret, and we're not even sure what this means for us. Do we even know who she is?"

"I do," Chopper piped up. "She's the one that saved Sanji."

"Margaret…" Usopp mused for a moment, glaring into space. "She wouldn't happen to have blonde hair would she?"

"Yes! How did you know that?" Chopper asked curiously.

"I saw her grab his balls yesterday," the sniper said bluntly. Everyone stared at him. "I believe you were there as well, Chopper."

"Chopper-san grabbed Luffy-san's balls? What?" Franky punched Brook into a wall without even looking.

"This might be more serious than I initially thought," Chopper said worriedly. "Not to mention we couldn't find Sanji in the palace."

"He's probably just mingling with the locals," Usopp muttered.

They all came upon the general dining hall and recognized the obnoxious yelling voice of their captain emanating from inside. They all grimaced.

"Guess we know where we're eating now."

"Do you think they have any food left?" Usopp asked.

"Mellorine~" Came the familiar mating call of their cook.

They all stared at the building. Then at each other.

"We should just walk away. Right now," Chopper said witheringly.

"We should. But we're not going to." Usopp said quietly.

"Because we're idiots." Franky finished.

Brook's laughter was muffled with his face stuck in the wall.

"SANJI! MORE FOOD!"

"SHUT UP, SHITTY CAPTAIN! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU," Sanji said joyously, prancing through row after row of feasting amazon's carrying tray's of food. Some of them reached out to touch him. It was like some sort of unbelievable dream. Luffy screamed from the other side of the room, girls stretching his skin when he wasn't looking.

"SANJI! I NEED MORE!"

"SHUT UP STUPID RUBBERMAN!"

"Sanji-san! The order is up!" One of the regular cooks called from the kitchen, smiling warmly. Sanji waved.

"Yes, my sweet! I will be right over!"

Luffy glowered at his cook, food still packed in his cheeks. He then whirled on the girls that were creeping on him, who immediately giggled and went back to eating. He sunk his teeth into some meat and stared at the wall, still trying to figure out why everything was making him so irritated. Well, it probably had something to do with the guys.

Tch. Jerks. They're all a bunch of jerks.

He had been happily enjoying his favorite dream where he was on Meat Island (he came up with the name all by himself), and had just gotten done with the Forest of Bacon (another original naming), when Margaret had showed up to play. She was all shiny and smiley and stuff, and had looked extra pretty in her meat dress…

Meat dress...

Luffy slowed his chewing, remembering all the fun things they'd done. She'd let him eat the meat dress off of her, and then she'd done that special thing from the day before. It had felt so nice. Her hands, all over his body…then down to his 'thing'…and she'd rubbed it for as long as he wanted…and she made noises…and let him touch her…

His eyes glazed over and he let his lips cease their attack on the meat in his hands.

And then, ever so slowly, she'd lowered her lips to the very tip and-

And then Zoro started screaming like a girl. Jeeeeerk.

"Shitty captain, if I'm expected to serve you food ever again, kindly stop making out with it. I know my cooking's good, but show your appreciation by eating it," Sanji said, blowing smoke in Luffy's face when he didn't immediately take his lips off the meat. Luffy coughed and frowned up at him.

Yep. Sanji was a jerk too.

"Robin you sneak! So, then what did he say? Did he say what they'd been doing in his dream?" Nami chuckled, Margaret trying not to have a mental breakdown next to her.

"Fufufu, well, I didn't catch the whole thing. Just enough to know that-"

"You didn't catch what, Robin," Usopp asked dryly, raising an eyebrow in knowing. He and the rest of the guys were currently trying to get Brook out of the wall, Franky having to jack hammer his head free. Of course he had equipped his body with a jackhammer, just for this sort of occasion. The girls turned in surprise.

"Usopp! What are you guys doing here," Nami asked. Usopp noticed the girl from yesterday next to her and his jaw dropped.

"We finally got him out, Usopp, we can-" Usopp took his hand and positioned Chopper's little head so he could see Margaret in front of them. Chopper's eyes widened happily.

"Margaret-chan!" He yelled, and then stopped, realizing why Usopp had pointed her out. Margaret smiled and waved shyly.

"Not much, Sniper-kun, I just happened to hear some tidbits from your…interesting conversation with Senchou this morning," Robin said smiling pleasantly. Nami smirked at all of them and flung an arm around Margaret. Margaret looked at the ground.

"Well, um, so…" Chopper squirmed uncomfortably, trying to figure out what this meant. "So…does Margaret-chan…um…" He looked to Robin for help.

"She's grabbed his balls," Usopp repeated. "I'm sure we're past the point of subtlety's here."

"We did have a little girl talk," Robin confirmed, putting a hand on Margaret's shoulder. Nami nodded and gave them the 'ok' sign. Franky and Brook finally decided to join them all.

"Who is this," Brook asked politely, gesturing at Margaret.

"That's her," Usopp said with annunciation on 'her'.

"Her…who?" Franky asked.

"The one that will show me her panties?" Brook asked. Franky went to punch him and he scurried away. They all looked at the dining hall again, another loud yell from Luffy reaching their ears and making them fearful for what was happening inside. Margaret's heart raced at an unprecedented rate.

"The one that makes Luffy hot," Nami stage whispered across the space between them. Margaret tilted her head and blushed, not really knowing why. Making him hot…what did that mean?

"MARGARET? YOU'RE MARGARET?" Franky asked incredulously.

Robin and Nami posed smugly around their new friend. "Yep. And now that we're all acquainted, it's our job to make sure Luffy doesn't fuck this up," Nami said with fondness.

"His first love interest," they both said at the same time, winking. Then all three of them walked into the hall together. The guys stood gaping at them for a few minutes, even after they'd already gone inside. Franky pushed his sunglasses back down to cover his eyes.

"Hot damn. She's a knockout," He murmured.

"Well…I guess she is kinda pretty," Usopp grumbled.

"She's moved one hell of a mountain, that's for damn sure," the cyborg said, walking after the girls. "I've gotta see this myself-"

Suddenly, there were shrieks and loud gasps heard from inside, prompting them all to start running to see what had happened.

At first he'd only seen Robin and Nami walk in, their flawless silhouettes making their way towards a table in the corner. In that moment though, that perfect moment where they had both sat down to reveal the beautiful creature behind them-

And then she moved. And her hair, fluffy and wild and golden moved with her, revealing the face of an angel. His angel. The person destiny had meant for him to find and make his. A string, that shining string of fate had finally brought them together. He stared upon her as a sinner does on the blinding light of God in their last moment of life. The eyes; so kind and clear, longing to be looked into and so eager to gaze on things with the love that freely pumped through her veins. Shining, her free spirit piercing his very soul and making him weak at the knees. The body; so frail, yet gorgeously athletic, a warrior at heart but a woman everywhere else. And those breasts…

Sanji dropped the tray he was holding, suddenly not giving a damn about anything else. It fell with a crash and everything on it cascaded onto his shitty captain's head. He walked, ignoring the angry verbal threats the stupid rubber man was undoubtedly giving him. But that bosom. It called to him. And nothing else mattered. His dreams…they were going to be reality, for here she stood before him.

He silently stared at her as he strode across the space between them, a man not afraid of anything. He briefly acknowledged that Nami and Robin were speaking as he continued making his way to them, never taking his eyes off of her. They gestured to the goddess before him, a name was given…

Margaret.

"Margaret," he whispered, his organ's quivering with the utterance of something so sacred. The angel spoke, held out her hand in greeting, smiled warmly. Oh, sun, take your beams back to whence they came, for this, this…

Sanji took her hand, gazing unwaveringly into those brilliant almond eyes and slowly pulled her to him. Before anyone had a chance to breathe another word, he was lowering his cheek to her chest, breathing in the feminine scent. He could've stayed there for all of time. He heard Nami question his actions loudly, possibly preparing to beat the shit out of him. But, what could be more natural than this? This was destiny, right here.

"Margaret-chan," he said in a voice filled with manly desire, "my name is Sanji. And if you'll have me, I intend to make you my bride."

And then, in front of everyone in the hall, in front of the rest of the crew who had just barged in after hearing screams in reaction to his boob molestation, in front of God, and in front of Luffy, he swept her up in a passionate kiss.
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