Running Up That Hill | By : yinneko23 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 11948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Zoro…
Sanji…
Usopp…
Nami…
Sorry, but…
I’m dead.
These were words Zoro never expected to hear from Luffy’s mouth. She was the one who always got up. She was the one who refused to back down. She was the one who carelessly declared herself the future Pirate King.
They hadn’t known each other long (long enough to share their dreams and their bodies, screams the irritating sting behind his eyes), but he’s come to believe his chosen captain when she spouts what most would take as nonsense. Zoro wouldn’t be following her into the Pirate’s Graveyard if he didn’t.
And yet even as they ran, Luffy miraculously unharmed, Zoro’s heart refuses to slow its desperate pounding. She’d said it. She’d said it and smiled and Zoro is angry. His stupid captain, the woman who’s become both best friend and lover, had just lain there and smiled and done nothing with death only an inch away.
Zoro is furious.
They get separated again (goddamn Marines, always getting in his fucking way, especially that goddamn Marine with her face) and all Zoro can do is wait on the Merry, heart still beating a rapid thumpthumpthump and blood racing hotly through his veins. Even the torrential rain cannot cool him.
When Luffy finally reappears, she’s raring to go. They find the lighthouse. They set their course. And then Zoro can’t fucking take it anymore.
He grabs Luffy by her vest and hauls her towards the men’s cabin, sends an oppressive glare over his shoulder to make sure no one dares interrupt. The hatch has barely shut before Zoro shoves Luffy towards the couch and follows her down, pressing her into the cushions with his full weight. Luffy is powerful, but this is all about mass. He’s bulked up with muscle, and though Luffy squirms experimentally, she cannot get free. Zoro pins her hands against a pillow just in case.
“Zoro?” she asks, nose scrunched in confusion but eyes so trusting most of the anger that had driven him to this drains away. Silence takes them as his breath hitches once and steadies, heartbeat lessening as he becomes aware of their soaked clothes hanging heavy and how warm Luffy is despite it, wet hair falling in tiny curls across her cheeks. Luffy isn’t resisting him.
Zoro sighs and drops his face to the crook of Luffy’s neck, leaving it there to hide the flush spreading to the tips of his ears until Luffy frees her wrists from his loosened grip to push pleadingly at Zoro’s shoulders.
He lets himself be propped up by Luffy’s strength, closes his eyes and says, “You go unsupervised for a few hours and managed to get in all kinds of trouble. I can’t turn my back for a second.”
It’s quiet for a moment, and then a soft oh lets Zoro know that Luffy hears the words he can’t bring himself to say. She smiles, kisses the corner of his tense mouth; it’s as much of an apology as Luffy can give, and almost a promise. Luffy is the captain - she can’t swear not to die. This is a promise to never go down without fighting to the very last.
Zoro will take what he can get.
Her clothes come off and so do his. Bare skin sticky with rain and sweat, Luffy arches against him, and Zoro doesn’t once move his hand from where her pulse throbs with life beneath his palm.
-
Vivi sees their fight. It’s brutal and raw and she thinks they may actually kill each other. Even after Nami has smashed them out of the rage, Luffy and Zoro keep pulling and pushing at whatever of the other they can reach. Everything gets explained, and though the captain and his swordsman seem to forgive and forget Vivi is left with the impression that they don’t really get along.
-
Vivi sees them making out. Spread out on the deck to enjoy the sun, swapping the sort of deep, wet kisses that leave Vivi blushing from just a brief glimpse.
“Better get used to it,” Nami says. She squeezes Vivi’s shoulder in sympathy. “They do this all day, every day.”
“But that fight…I was convinced they were rivals, or at least not friends.” Vivi struggles to look away from the proof that she was very, very wrong.
“I can’t pretend to understand the minds of fighting idiots, but they’re actually the closest on the ship. Luffy and Zoro like each other a lot. A lot.” Nami winks, lips quirked suggestively. Then she settles into her customary deck chair and ignores her frisky nakama.
Vivi sees the affection between them, the way Zoro tickles Luffy’s ribs just to hear him laugh, and getting used to it is the easiest thing in the world.
(Her discovery of Luffy’s gender is accidental. It’s also the day Vivi learns a valuable lesson in Straw Hat survival: whether it’s the bathroom or storage deck, always knock before entering.
Always.)
-
Usopp can hardly believe what his eyes are telling him. He finally stumbles across Luffy, only to see her calmly sipping tea while their friends are being slowly smothered by wax. He’d expected that Luffy would’ve already beat the bastards up and gotten Zoro, Nami, and Vivi free from the strange tower that was turning them into statues.
But she hasn’t. Luffy is drinking tea.
After a few seconds the initial shock subsides, and as his mind clears slightly Usopp notices patterns painted onto the back of Luffy’s vest, the palate of colors and brushes sitting beside a girl he’s certain is an enemy. If she had some sort of Fruit ability, a power that would allow her to control Luffy with the paint covering her back, it was up to Usopp to get it off.
He tries yelling at his captain, hoping his voice can reach the part of her he knows must be in there - Luffy has the strongest will he’s ever seen. It wouldn’t be smothered by some lame emotion controlling paint. But she doesn’t respond, just sits there with her tea and fake expression of content until Usopp gives up.
There is only one other way he can think of that would separate Luffy from the paint, but it would be dangerous; not because she’d be hurt - Usopp is pretty sure that small of an explosion would hardly faze her - but the point is to burn away any clothing the paint has touched. The vest obviously needs to be destroyed. It’s what lies beneath it that makes Usopp hesitate to fire. If he miscalculates, Luffy’s chest bindings will also be burned and she’d be left naked from the waist up. While Luffy may not mind parading around the Merry without a shirt, that’s different. That’s among nakama. These are enemies who may very well try and take advantage of her gender if he accidentally reveals it.
But there really isn’t much of a choice. The three caught on the weird wax structure are being swallowed, and Luffy will probably be able to take Mr. 3 even with her breasts exposed. He knows Luffy wouldn’t value her secret over the lives of her crew.
So he raises his arms, evens his breathing and aims with the utmost precision. The tension of the slingshot soothes his nerves. Usopp draws the rubber bands back until they reach their limit, strain at his muscles.
And lets go.
“Nah nah, Usopp,” Luffy says, poking at the gunner’s shoulder. “I’ve got a really really awesome idea for a prank. One that’s gonna include everyone!”
Usopp glances up from where he’s combining a new mix of powders for extra explosive power. “A ship-wide prank?”
“Nope! Not everyone on the Merry. I mean everyone in the world!” Luffy grins, the grin Usopp has come to recognize as trouble of the sort that’ll get them severe beatings by Nami. The kind of grin that means adventure isn’t far off.
He sets aside his materials and gives Luffy his full attention, small bubbles of anticipation building in his gut. “Tell me.”
In the few moments it takes for the smoke to clear enough for Usopp to get a good look at his captain, he’s sure that this is the end of one of the most ingenious plots he’s ever had the honor of hearing. Luffy did, on occasion (very, very rare occasion), have a truly stunning level of insight. If they’d been able to pull it off, no prank could top it. Ever.
Then he sees Luffy standing up, vest reduced to tatters but by some miracle the bandages beneath merely singed, hanging on by a thread. Usopp whoops aloud with joy. Surely Luffy would end this before the bindings gave way. She was awesome like that.
As his captain begins her fight with 3, Usopp busies himself with the problem of freeing their nakama. He’s so busy, in fact, he doesn’t notice when Luffy and 3 disappear into the trees.
-
Luffy frowns in confusion at the multiple wax statues 3 had made to hide from her. He was talking, trying to throw her off, but the longer he rattled on about instincts or whatever the easier it became for Luffy to locate him. She’s pinpointed the general area in which 3 has camouflaged himself and draws back her arm, ready to smash everything when she hears a tearing sound. Material ripping apart.
The pressure around her chest is suddenly gone, and Luffy blinks at the dirty bandages now piled around her feet. There’s another sound, this one of strangled shock, accompanied by a stray spray of blood. She zeroes in on 3’s position and sends her fist flying, watching in satisfaction as the bastard is crushed into unconsciousness.
She approaches his fallen body and scratches her head in confusion at the blood still leaking from his nose. Ah well, she’d beaten him just in time. Luffy glances down at her bare chest and grins. It’d be safe to head back to the clearing by now. Zoro would’ve taken care of that annoying guy with exploding snot.
Their expressions are too hilarious when she walks back to them without covering herself. Sanji in particular, as he splutters and swoons and tries valiantly not to stare, draping his jacket around her shoulders. Luffy thinks it kinda odd as blood starts leaking from his nose, just like 3.
Then Nami falls ill, and she forgets about it.
-
The girl and blond guy are more severely injured. Her, a rare infection ready to take her life at any moment. Him, shattered ribs and broken spine and dangerous internal bleeding. The dark haired boy is almost healthy by comparison, and Chopper does as he wishes, does the necessary surgery and makes sure his friends are stable before moving on to the strange human who’d dared climb through raging wind and snow just to find someone capable of saving them with no care for himself.
It’s this boy he finds most fascinating. Few humans, very few, would risk their lives just to find a doctor. As Chopper stands over him, carefully removing the little clothing he has left to observe the extent of his frostbite, he can’t stop staring. The boy’s fingers are shredded. His toes are torn open. His body is frozen and fragile, but this same body carried him through the impossible.
His chest is already bandaged, but not by Chopper’s hand. They’re dirty and frayed, so Chopper finds a pair of scissors to cut them away, and screams.
Doctorine slams open the door and marches inside as his stunned noises continue. “Is that idiot dead?”
“N-no,” Chopper whimpers. “But he’s a she!”
“Of course she is.” Doctorine sets a bowl of warm water and a soft cloth beside the girl’s bed. “Problem?”
“It just surprised me is all. Please let me do that!” Chopper takes the cloth from his mentor and cradles one of her blood soaked hands in his own, gentle as he washes it clean. When there isn’t a trace of blood left on her skin, Chopper takes a fresh roll of bandages and a pot of salve; he smoothes the medicine over the worst of her frostbite and bandages as much of her as possible, but doesn’t wind them tightly enough to rebind her chest.
His fascination grows by the second. Doctorine was the only strong woman he’d met. Until now.
The fascination is still there when she wakes up not long after, eyes clear and body overflowing with energy despite her wounds. Chopper is the first thing she looks at, and while his instinct is to hide behind whatever he can Chopper holds his ground, too curious despite her being human.
This lasts until she opens her mouth. What pours out is an obscene amount of drool and words that send Chopper running for his life.
“MEAT!”
As Chopper is chased through the castle, their ruckus draws the attention of her blond friend, who’s face lights up. Chopper almost believes he’s about to be saved, and then the man says something about ‘stew for Nami-swan’ and there are suddenly two people - that should by all rights be bedridden - tearing after him.
Later, when the nice girl has convinced them (pirates, Chopper thinks with a small shiver of both excitement and fear) that reindeer stew is not on the menu, he dares sneaking back to check on her. Nami is human, but at least she doesn’t want to eat him.
He cracks open the door and freezes when he sees Luffy and Sanji are with her, curled up with Nami in Luffy’s lap, face pressed to her hair, breathing her in. Sanji has one of her bandaged hands raised to his lips, ghosting soft kisses against each knuckle. Luffy smiles happily and laughs and hugs them firmly enough that Sanji swears and pushes her away. But not far.
Nami and Sanji, grateful for being saved despite the cost. Luffy, simply glad they were alive.
Chopper watches them. Pirates, he thinks again, and touches a hoof to the odd ache in his chest. Doctor-
-
“Wait!” Luffy yells after the fleeing reindeer. “You gotta be my nakama!”
“I can’t sail with humans!” Chopper yells back, and doesn’t stop running.
“But you’re in on it now!”
“In on what?”
“My super prank!” Luffy slides in the snow as Chopper finally slows to a halt and darts behind a tree, hiding backwards.
“Super prank?” he asks. There’s no reason not to; Chopper is running, but only as a last show of resistance. His mind is already made.
“It’s a secret, so you’ve gotta come closer.” Luffy beckons, and Chopper inches towards her. When he’s within arms reach, Luffy leans in and whispers insanity against his ear.
Chopper laughs until he cries, then tells Luffy in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t funny damn it. “Can you do that? Keep it a secret for so long?”
“I can if I’ve got my crew to help me.”
“…Your crew of monsters?”
“Didn’t you know?” Luffy leans down so the tip of her nose touches Chopper’s. “Monsters are the best at keeping secrets.”
-
It was a stupid game Usopp started to wipe the sad expression from their newest nakama’s face. He’d said the first thing that popped into his mind and just sort of went from there. In hindsight, this had probably been a bad idea.
“I’ve kissed many girls in my wild and reckless life,” Usopp boasts, gesturing grandly at his mouth. “And when I return home, the lovely Kaya will be eagerly waiting for me to bestow a talented kiss on her lips.”
“Usopp is so experienced!” Chopper looked up at the sniper in awe.
Across the deck, Zoro snorts in disbelief. Usopp turns on him and asks, “What about you? How many girls has the great Zoro-sama kissed?”
“Only one,” the swordsman answers casually, settling his swords in the crook of his neck in preparation for a nap. “Luffy fucking loves kissing, though.”
Chopper gapes at Luffy where she sits watching them from the crow’s nest. But if she and Zoro were together in that way, did Zoro know that Sanji treated her so tenderly? He’d thought there might’ve been something between Luffy and the cook…
Sanji, who’d been handing out steaming cups of hot chocolate to the other women, straightens up. “I’ve kissed Luffy too!” His eyes turn to hearts, and Chopper wonders if that’s safe, or even humanly feasible. “She’s so ~sweeeeet~ and the absolute best.” Sanji swoons playfully as Luffy blows him a teasing kiss.
Chopper glances at Zoro, but the swordsman is either already asleep or just doesn’t care - his eyes are closed, hand wrapped loosely around the sheaths of his katana but making no move to draw them.
“I’ve kissed her too,” Nami adds, rolling her eyes to show how big a deal it was. Vivi almost chokes on her cocoa.
They really were an odd group of humans.
“What about you?” Usopp grins at Chopper, curious and a smidgen challenging.
“Me? W-well, I’m not really attracted to human women, and most people were terrified by the sight of me…” Chopper says, hiding behind his hooves.
Usopp’s grin falters. “Sorry, Chopper. I wasn’t thinking-”
“It’s okay,” Chopper hurries to assure him. “You didn’t know.”
Luffy leaps from the crow’s nest and lands next to them with a click of sandals, shouldering Usopp out of the way and reaching for Chopper. He doesn’t have time to be properly worried before she’s lifting him into her arms to plant a short, kind kiss on his snout.
“Now Chopper has kissed a girl too!” Luffy declares, and then goes to flop in Zoro’s lap. The swordsman hadn’t been sleeping after all - an arm snakes around her waist to trap her there.
And suddenly, the ache in Chopper’s chest is gone.
-
Mr. 2 Bon Clay, he called himself. Luffy grumbles as she picks herself up from the blow that had sent her flying. She’d be pissed under different circumstances, but when she turns around to punch the guy’s face in, she sees a near identical version of her posing in Mr. 2’s weird clothes. It’s strange for two seconds. Then it’s just freaking cool.
“Waaaaaaah!” Luffy yells, eyes shining with delight and all thoughts of beating Bon Clay down evaporating like steam. “How are you doing that? It’s so awesome!”
Bon Clay mumbles something in reply, too jumbled for Luffy to catch, gaze riveted to the chest of his stolen body. He glances rapidly back and forth between the breasts he hadn’t expected and the boy-who-was-actually-a-girl he’d copied them from.
Luffy sees him looking, sees where he’s looking, and has a moment of confusion until she remembers that her bound chest is something she now wants to purposely keep hush-hush.
Before Luffy has a chance to say anything, Bon Chan shakes off his shock and changes into her other nakama. Much dancing ensues to her great delight, and it isn’t until Bon Clay - now Bon-chan - is leaving that Luffy’s mind prods at her.
“Bon-chan,” she says, stopping the okama as he’s about to board his ship. “Can you not tell anyone I’m a girl? It’s a ~secret~.” Luffy brings a finger to her lips and smiles brazenly around it.
“Of course, Straw-chan! What are friends for, if not keeping secrets?” Bon-chan claps a hand to his chest before singing goodbye and returning to his own ship. Luffy waves until it’s out of sight.
When she hops down from the railing she’d been standing on, Zoro is there, scowling rather fiercely.
“What’s wrong?” Luffy asks. Sure, Bon-chan wasn’t exactly the swordsman’s favorite person in the world, but he shouldn’t be glaring quite that much. She, Usopp, and Chopper had enjoyed his company.
“I don’t like it,” Zoro says, tone dark and expression darker. “Some guy is running around with your body on recall. He can do whatever he wants with it.”
This time it’s Luffy who glares, poking her grumpy first mate in the nose. “Bon-chan will keep his promise. He’s definitely that kinda guy.”
“That’s not what I care about,” he mutters, the words straining from between his clenched teeth. “He could use your body to deceive people, or sleep with them, or get handsy with it.”
Luffy cocks her head to the side and considers him, uncharacteristically calculating. Zoro feels the urge to squirm like a child being scolded, uncomfortable under Luffy’s heavy stare. “What is it?” he snaps.
“Zoro is jealous!” she proclaims, smug with satisfaction. Zoro opens his mouth to protest that he is not, and never will be, but Luffy silences his protests with a lingering kiss. She grasps Zoro’s face between her hands to hold him steady as her lips move leisurely over his. When Luffy pulls away, she says, “Don’t worry about that. I trust Bon-chan.”
The swordsman draws Luffy into his arms, hands on her hips and chests pressed together. “A stranger having you, I just don’t like the thought,” Zoro admits.
“I kiss and touch and play around with everyone all the time. You don’t seem to mind that.”
“Because they’re nakama. It’s different when the person is someone close,” Zoro says, kissing Luffy again. “Someone I know won’t shame you.”
Luffy slips a hand beneath his haramaki and shirt to rub affectionate fingers over scarred skin. “That’s good. I don’t want you and Ace to fight…”
“Ace?” Zoro raises an eyebrow in question. Luffy had mentioned him once, but- “Who the hell is Ace?”
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