14:: The Village of Treasure. A Little Girl With A Wish To Save Her Poeple

The fire Zoro built warmed the clearing we sat in, chasing away the cold from my system. I huddled close to the fire with my knees drawn to my chest, rubbing my shins for warmth.

Zoro was cutting more wood with his katana. I was struck by how he moved, gracefully yet full of shear power. His muscles bunching and relaxing at the movements he made the simple downward swing. I cocked my head slightly, examining his movements. I’ve always wanted to learn the way of the sword, but I just could never get it right. My strikes were too weak and my stances were crooked, I could never hold it right and I hit myself more than my opponent.

He caught me staring, and arched his eyebrow at me, “What?” he asked.

“How much training have you done? In your life I mean. Because it’s the way you move.”  I caught a lock of my hair and started braiding it unconsciously.

“Since I was 9.” He said.

“Aw little 9 year old Zoro. Bet you were cute.” I teased.

“Che. Like I care if I was cute or not.” He sheathed his sword then threw the wood into the fire, then sat down next to me.

“Eh. Well I was utterly adorable,” I swung the now finished braid over my shoulder and grinned.

“I don’t know how to respond to that response,” he said.

“Then change the topic if you don’t want too,” I said, rubbing my shins again and wiggled my bare toes.

“You carry around a katana, so you must know some swords,” he said.

“Is that all you talk about? Swords?” I laughed.

“I. . . guess,” he said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well yes. I do. But only some basics and it’s only when worst comes to worst. Like back-up.” I said.

“How about you show me? I could give you some pointers,” he said standing up.

“Okay, but I don’t have my sword.” I said, also standing.

“Then here, borrow mine,” he seemed a bit decisive at which one to lone me. His index finger jumped from sword to sword, as though unable to decide which one he wanted to part with.  “Not Wado, I doubt you want a cursed blade, so here.” He tugged out a the black-hilted sword with a golden cross-shaped handle and handed it to me, “don’t break Yobashiri.”

“Fun name for a sword. But its to pretty, so I’ll be nice to it and not eat it, “at that, my stomach gave out a loud, insistent rumble, “Damn, I haven’t eaten since that Martini Sanji gave me.”

“Then we won’t-“

“No, don’t wimp out on me,” I drew the long, glinting sword from its sheath, the soft metal-on-metal sound sent a light shiver through me. How the slightest sounds affected me so. I put the sheath down, then held the sword in a basic stance, legs shoulder length apart with the sword held directly in front of me.

Zoro drew the white-hilted sword, the firelight dancing across the metals sleek, sharp surface. “Now go.”

“Go where?” I asked.

“Attack, “he said, sounding a bit annoyed.

“Oh yeah. I knew that.” And I did.

I lunged forward, swinging the sword around in a deadly arc, but was blocked easily. When the swords clashed, I felt  his true strength.

It was frightening . The monstrous power that lay behind the sword, holding back on me. The sheer power that lay within this man, one that could threaten mankind itself. How did Luffy find a man like this and convince him to join his crew?

I was so shocked, I hardly noticed Zoro twisting his sword downward, to through me off. So I spun a graceful arc, Yobashiri casting a silvery arc in my wake, as I went for another attack, while in the process dodging Zoro’s.

Or swords clashed again, the sound reverberating throughout the clearing in a loud, sharp clang.

This time, Zoro managed to twist his sword downward, thrusting Yobashiri from my hand, meanwhile, hid free hand grabbed my shoulder while his sword tip pressed to my throat. The power from that knocked me back, taking Zoro down with me.

Yobashiri landed, blade first, into the ground just a few feet away. My breath was a bit labored, as Zoro pressed down on me. Wado’s blade was so sharp, I had to force my head back to make sure not to get cut.

He smirked, “You suck.”

His sword blade was still pressed to my neck. There was a limited space between us, with only a breath separating his lips from mine. His legs straddled my hips, while his fingers dug into my shoulder. It didn’t hurt, I was just surprised. In all my life, no one has ever taken me down that easily. And I wasn’t done yet.

“You got balls to think you can beat me like that,” I smirked right back at him.

“Che. I got you on the ground with a sword at your throat. What can you possibly do?”

“Fight dirty,” I laughed. Then kneed him right in his manhood. Hard.

He groaned in pain as I rolled out from under him. He held himself, coughing and groaning. I sat down on his back, as he shuddered in pain.

“It’s sad how men call us women weak when they’re the one’s with an obvious weak point,” I said, rubbing the part of my throat his sword almost pierced.

“I-I never called a woman weak.” He said.

“I believe you. I’m referring to the other sexist population who think women are weak and need men’s help. So not true. I once met a woman who smoked cigars as she took out her opponents with one hand tied behind her back. The other had been cut off in a war.” I rubbed my arms for warmth, the cold still piercing my bare skin.

Zoro let out a couple more coughs and shivers, before he was completely still. Then out of nowhere, he pushed himself up, throwing me onto the ground.

“Hey!” I protested, “Your back’s a great butt-warmer!”

“Don’t do that again,” he said through his clenched teeth, fists balled up and vein throbbing.

“It’s revenge for the raping you did earlier.” I said matter-of-factly.

“I DIND’T DO ANYTHING!” he yelled.

“Sheesh, don’t have to scream. My hearings fine so don’t go all hissy on me. I was only teasing,” I said pulling his shirt closer to me for warmth.

He let out a frustrated sigh and muttered something a lot like ‘women’.

“Go to sleep. We’ve been walking for who knows how long and I already had a nap. I’ll be on watch.”

He grunted as he laid back and closed his eyes. I watched as his breathing slowed to a deep, even tempo. His eyebrows seemed to stay furrowed, even in sleep, as though thinking deeply. His strong chest rose and fell with his breathing, tensing and relaxing. All he wore was a pair of black Bermuda shorts and his green harmaki. He must be cold I thought.

Then again, he doesn’t seem like the type to be warded off by some cold winds. I sighed and stared up at the star-filled sky.

I missed my music. My player with big-ass head phones that I bobbed along too. But I loved the sound of the laughing fire, dancing like a party of its own. The crickets sang its symphony, while a river gurgled happily. The breeze whistled to the tune of the song, every creek, every rustle of the leaves came together in the melody of Mother Nature. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the tree and smiled slightly, letting the cold seep into my bones. The sounds of nature filled my ears, flowing softly down my neck and swirling around in my shoulders and chest, then softly shivering down my spine and out to the tips of my fingers and toes. The cold lost in the beauty of sound.

Before I knew it, I was softly singing to the tune of nature. A soft, mystic melody with the first lyrics that came to mind.

“Only one grain fell in silence

 Spread ripples rippling to the bottom of the well

 I wintry wind shake the forest of my mind abustle

 Is as if you can co-exist

 Cried the noise in the woods listening to the quiet voice that everyone in this”

I sang the same lines, over and over, each verse less emotional and more drowsy. My head nodded bobbed softly, as I continued to sing. But this time, I didn’t know what I was singing.

“ shizukesa no naka hitotsubu ochita da ke

 hirogaru hamon ni nami utsu ido no soko

zawatsuita watashi no kokoro no mori wo yusaburu kogarashi yo

 kyouzon dekiru mono nara sono mama de

dare mo ga kono mori de shizuka na koe wo kiite zatsuon ni namida shita”

I yawned, eyes blurring. The words seemed to flow from my mouth like a flowing stream, endless as the flowing tides (AN I have to break this poetic thingy. I cant help that right now so im putting an authors note. Then heres my note “doleladhfgvakldh lsjegfl akjsdnhcfn lsadkjcnh faldkjrfh.. . . .  KAYBOARD SLAM!!!!!!). My eyelids were heavy, closing on their own accord as my limbs were weighed by lead. My mind was a blank fuzz as the words continued to flow from my vocal cords and out my mouth, over and over, unable to stop.

The fire fuzzed in front of me as the shadows encased the light, the only beacon in the sea of darkness. Sounds kind of emo now, huh. Dammit!

I jerked my head up, slapping myself across the face. I gotta stay sharp, it’s my duty to stay on guard.

Heheheh. . . duty. . .

That was my last thought as I slipped and fell into a dreamless sleep. That’s what I hoped anyway.

<Zoro>

I jerked awake, sleep bubble popping from the sudden consciousness.

I looked around at my surroundings. The fire we-I- had built was almost extinguished, and the moon was at the other side of the sky, warning of the approaching dawn. I looked over at Rhythm, who was fast asleep leaning against a tree. Knowing her, it must have been from boredom.

I rubbed my neck, deciding that she probably stayed up a really long time, waiting for me to wake up before boredom overcame her. I guess it’s my fault. I shook my head and rested against the tree, bare back scraping against the rough trunk. I sort of wanted my shirt back, but Rhythm was all curled up in it like it was a nice, thick blanket.

And just the thought of her brought me to the dream I had.

It was weird. A clear night like this, but in a field. I was training with some straw dummies (each demolished in seconds. I guess more like the remains of them) when the most beautiful voice I had ever heard filled my ears. It rang through the silent night like church bells, echoing beautifully as a calling, a beacon. But it was the same words over and over.

“Only one grain fell in silence

 Spread ripples rippling to the bottom of the well

 I wintry wind shake the forest of my mind abustle

 Is as if you can co-exist

 Cried the noise in the woods listening to the quiet voice that everyone in this”

But at one point, they changed, the words morphed from that to another language.

“ shizukesa no naka hitotsubu ochita da ke

 hirogaru hamon ni nami utsu ido no soko

zawatsuita watashi no kokoro no mori wo yusaburu kogarashi yo

 kyouzon dekiru mono nara sono mama de

dare mo ga kono mori de shizuka na koe wo kiite zatsuon ni namida shita”

I looked around for the source, but it came from everywhere and nowhere. I wiped some sweat from my brow. When I removed my hand, a pearly figure of a girl was at the edge of the field, smokey-white mist seemed to emanated off of her as she twirled and danced with such amazing grace. Her long hair covered her face, making it hard to decipher if it was her that was singing.

“Hey!” I said. I reached out and approached her.

She swirled, her hair momentarily revealing a beautiful smile, mouthing, no, singing the words to the song. The verse ended, her smile growing into a big, lopsided smile.

I opened my eyes after the recall. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about that dream gave me a strange. . . uneasiness. I stretched and yawned, worries slipping away.

Except one. I was worried for Luffy and everyone else. I don’t know what kind of situation they’re in, and are probably in hell or something. Knowing my captain, he knows how to find trouble without even looking.

They’re probably lost. . .

~Rhythm~

His lips traced my jawline, stopping to nibble my earlobe. I chuckled lightly, hand massaging his lower back. One of his hands was entwined with my hair, holding me up to his mouth while the other was sliding down my waist, over my hip, and down my leg. His tongue poked out, playing with the crescent moon earring dangling from my lobe. His warm breathe sent shivers down my spine. Passion flooded me, unable to break the dam I built with sheer willpower. A dark, dangerous part of me wanted more, wanting to take in the entire being on me, tonguing me ear. Speaking of. . .

That tongue of his snaked its way up my ear, poking through my wire hoop and sending waves of pleasure to places I didn’t know that could create that feeling. I moaned, hands sliding down his strong chest further and further down. . .

He groaned in pleasure, shocked and pleased by the sudden action. I titled my head back and laughed lowly. His hand then slid down and in between my legs, giving me a body massage only he could accomplish without getting his ass whooped. I gasped. I felt his teeth smile against my ear as he traveled back down to my throat, lips barley touching my skin. More shivers ran down me.

“You’re too easy,” he muttered against my skin. Then he started sucking lightly on my collarbone.

“Says the man who fell for my charms all too quickly,” I sighed. My hands roamed upward again, making him sigh disappointingly. He responded by sucking harder, pressing his firm body even closer to me. His hand left my legs and slid upward to cup my breast.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, as his lips met mine, tongues intertwining and body’s pressed so close, you couldn’t tell who was who. It was all just one big mass of passion and lust.

I reached around, pulling off his shirt to reveal his strong, tanned chest with a scar running vertically from his left shoulder to right hip.

I awoke with a start, spazzing from the sudden non-making out situation. My eyes adjusted to the sudden light and hardness of the ground.

Like his chest I shook my head at the sudden thought. No, my mind was just retarded sometimes, and I just had another Rhythm D. Jade moment where I had dream sex with a guy I just met. Fan-tucking-tastic.

I blinked at the rising sun, peaking through the trees and nudging me to rise and shine. I looked around meekly, still drowsy, since it was about 6 hours to early. I spotted Zoro training across the small clearing, still shirtless and doing pull ups on a low, sturdy branch. I saw the large scar, so vivid against his lightly tanned skin. The image of it flashing in my dream shook me a bit.

“We should get going,” I said scratching the top of my head. Damn, I really need a shower. I was soaked in sea water and then slept in the wild, so I probably smell really bad.

“Okay,” he said jumping down from the tree. He sheathed his swords into his harmaki.

“Here,” I pulled off his shirt and handed it to him. He took it hesitantly.

“I heard a crash not too far from here. The others must be near,” he said sliding in his shirt.

I nodded, “Let’s go.”

We continuned to search for our nakama, proving to be a difficult task since both of us lacked any skill of navigation. In the daylight, I noticed some strange flowers in every vibrant color imaginable. Even the brown ones that seemed to radiate its own beauty. They dotted the forestry in little patches, like pods. Only a few lone flowers grew, all smaller than the others and more fragile.

But it wasn’t just the colors, but the shape. It looked a bit like a cross between an iris, tulip, and rose, with pale green spade-shaped leaves. I leaned down and picked a silvery-lavender one, holding it up to my nose and sniffing it. A light, sweet fragrant with a hint of spiciness to it.

I smiled and stuck it behind me ear, the scent drifting softly from the delicate petals and soaked into my skin. It made me feel happy, peaceful.

“What’s with that stupid grin on your face?” Zoro asked.

“I don’t know,” I said slowly.

I spotted something up ahead. A rock wall. Crumbling a bit but still sturdy.

“Look! Civilization!” I cried, running towards the break in the trees. I fell to my knees, laughing like a maniac at just the thought of food and a shower. My stomach gave out a loud rumble.  The sunlight bore down on me, warming my flesh and soothing my nerves.

“It’s a ghost town. Nice job,” Zoro said coming up next to me.

Indeed it was. The houses and shops on what appeared to be main street was completely deserted. The trees swayed ominously, as the curtains to a 2nd story window billowed with warning.

“It’s like everyone got up and left. Didn’t bother closing up or anything,” I noted the OPEN sign on a tackle shop.

“It’s weird,” he agreed

A crash echoed from a few buildings down, as it shook from who knows what was in there.

We turned and looked at each other, “Luffy.”

Sure enough, inside the little restaurant, was none other than Luffy, Nami, Sanj, and Robin. Usopp and Chopper nowhere to be found.

“Rhythm-dono! <3” Sanji cried happily, running over to me in a storm of hearts, “You’re okay!” he fell to his knees in front of me, “If anything had happened to you, I would be in deep shame for my failure to protect you. I am your prince, and nothing will ever stop me from being here by your side, Rhythm-dono.” He said, holding my hands.

“Well, I did trip and skin my elbow,” I said pulling away and checking the fresh scab on my elbow.

Sanji turned on Zoro, “You shitty-Marimo! Unable to protect Rhythm-dono from the ground and in the process, had her spill blood. Despicable.” He spat.

“It’s not my fault she’s a klutz and insists on walking on high ground where I can’t catch her,” Zoro growled, his hand going for his sword.

“So Luffy, how’d you get back?” I asked turning from the “conversation” and plopping down in the chair next to Luffy.

“I washed up on a roof here. Then Sanji, Nami, and Robin turned up late last night. What about you?” he asked through a mouthful of meat.

“Zoro. He managed to save me and we got lost, so we camped out and then came here.” I said, digging into the grub. Good ol’ Sanji, able to make such nice food out of whatever he has.

“I learned to not eat the yellow and red mushroom. Its poison,” he said through a mouthful of meat.

“Touche, lil’ bro. Touche.” I said.

“Wait, you understand what he’s saying?” Nami asked.

“Yeah. Talking with your mouth full is called ‘Mouthfull’. It’s pretty easy to learn. It’s the new Morse Code.” I said.

“That’s not even a real language. I’m guessing you made that up,” Robin said chuckling.

“Yup.” I took a huge bite of meat and started a conversation with Luffy in ‘Moutfull’.

“Do’ya like my flower? I think its some rare flower that only grows here.”

“Really? I thought I’d never seen it before.”

“Yup. It smells nice too. Wanna wiff?”

“Nah, to busy eating.”

“Suit yourself. Hey how’d you manage to get Zoro to join your crew?”

“I saved his ass at a Marine base once, and I made him swear to join me if I got his swords.”

“That’s pretty beast. I gotta gay friend who once snuck into a Marine base and accidentally blew up the captain’s quarters.” I started laughing, “You could see his boxers floating down from the force. They were white and pink unicorns. Pretty manly.”

Luffy started laughing too, only to choke on a bone.

“Do you have any idea to what they’re saying?” Nami asked Robin.

She chuckled, “Not a clue.”

Sanji and Zoro blew off steam, in each other’s faces as the argument heated up. I slammed Luffy’s back until he coughed up the bone, and then continued to laugh.

Then right at that minute, Usopp and Chopper came running in, screaming. The shock of that made me choke on a bone, resulting in Luffy slamming me in the back until I coughed it up. (AN: my cat just sctratcjed my right index finger terribly, so now imam tupe weird from here for a while. Its kinda hard with 2 band—aids in the same finger. . . wait shit! I canr draw properly now! Dammit! thank you lord for spell check)

Usopp and Chopper collapsed on the ground, out of breath.

“What happened?” Nami asked getting to her feet.

“A-a monster!” Usopp gasped.

“So-so s-scary!” Chopper added.

Eyes streaming from the near death experience, I asked, “did it have huge bloody teeth and yellowing, blood stained claws, with human flesh dangling from in between its teeth? How many eyes? Did it have scales or fur? Or was that ugly monster you saw Zoro?”

“Oi!” Zoro protested.

“I stand by my statement.” I said.

“No, it had a huge head, but it was sort of small,” Usopp said.

“A horrible face and really scary yell!” Chopper added.

“RAAAWWRRR!!!!” a small voice yelled. “RAAAAWWRRR!!!!!!!!”

“You mean that scary monster?” Zoro jabbed his thumb toward outside.

And in burst in a small kid wearing a large, shaggy tribal mask, dirty hands out like claws, and legs shoulder length apart. “RRRAAWWWR!” The kid yelled.

“Fhe. I probably scared it so much, it lost a good 100 years of its life.” Usopp said proudly. Chopper seemed to sparkle in admiration.

“No, it’s just a kid in a mask,” Nami said, pulling the mask off of ‘it’.

‘It’ was actually a little girl around 9, with shaggy, dishwater blonde hair, deep emerald  eyes, and round freckled face.

“Hey! Give that back!” She lunged for the mask. Nami held it out of reach.

“Sorry kid.” Nami said.

“No! Get out of here! Now! And give me back my mask!” she said, grinding her teeth.

“Uhm. No. Why do you want us out?” Nami asked.

“Just get out! People like you will only die here!” she yelled.

I pinched the girl by the cheek, as I knelt down so  could be level with her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I said, my eyes boring into hers.

She stopped struggling. “Everything.” She said, tears brimming her eyes.

“Can you tell me you name?” I moved my hand down to hold her arm.

“It’s Nikko. I’m a villager here.” She said, bitting her lip, eyes glazed.

“What happened here? Where is everyone?”

“Kidnapped. The Vine Pirates came here 3 months ago and held our Princess hostage. They said he wanted everyone to come quietly and work as slaves or he’ll kill her. We had no choice. I stayed behind, to guard the village so I can make sure no travelers come and end with the same fate as my villagers. If Witch finds out, he’ll take you too.” She said, tears rolling down her face.

“Witch, huh? Never heard of him.” Nami said.

I snorted a laugh, “Witch. What kind of name is that? Hah!”

“He’s a terrible man with a really weird power. He;s to strong, not even our strongest warriors could beat him.”

“You need help?” Luffy asked, fitting his Straw Hat onto his head.

“No! I don’t!”

“Nikko, it may not look it, but everyone here’s insanely strong. We’ll help, but only for a small price, “Nami said slyly.

I slapped her arm, “You’re not taking money from a dead village or a little girl.” I snapped.

“No! Just leave!” She said.

Stubborn bitch, “If you want them free, we’ll help.” I looked her directly in the eye, “all you have to do is ask.” I said softly.

Her eyes glazed over again. Then she said. “Will you guys help me?” She asked in a small voice.

“Yes we will!” Luffy said.

“Oh, and our intros. I’m Rhythm. That idiot’s Luffy, tangerine head’s Nami. Over there is Robin, while that’s Zoro and Sanji, and those two cowards are Usopp and Chopper.” I said.

She nodded. “okay. Nice to meet you.”

“Now how are we going to beat him?” Robin mused.

“Duh! We find him, then kick his ass.” Luffy said.

“Baka,” I muttered. “Okay, first things first, where’s a bathroom because I really need to pee. Second, where’s your shower?” I asked, hopping around a bit.

“There’s a bathroom upstairs. This is my uncle’s restaurant so I’ll let you use it.”

“Aw thanks, now see ya!” I darted to the staircase.

When I came back, Nami was planning something with a map, while Sanji served some drinks. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper played with the discarded mask, and I sat down next to Zoro, who was drinking some sake at the bar.

“Now, I think we should lure them out, bringing them to us. Somewhere where we’ll have the upper hand. What could we do to that?”

“Our treasure!” Nikko said.

“Treasure?” Nami, Luffy and I perked up.

Nikko nodded, blonde curls bouncing, “Yeah. Our island treasure is what we alone have. It’s our pride and joy.” She said.

I picked the flower from my hair, “Like this?”

“That’s only a part of it. I have an idea, but I’ll need you, you, and you.” She said pointing to Nami, Robin and I.

“Okay. What is it?”

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I sank blissfully into the hot spring, since all the showers and water supply was cut off from the village and directed to the pirates’ hideout, I had to take a natural bath. In the hot spring.

With my hair piled messily atop my head, and my body dipped chin-deep in hot, spring water, I was relaxed. Usopp had found the Going Merry, in perfect shape and on the coast of the island, a few yards from where we landed. I managed to retrieve some actual clothes and shoes to wear, along with a jacket since the nights are freezing.

I sighed happily and tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

I was dozing off, when footsteps started approaching from behind. I tuned to see Zoro fighting through the bushes that separated the spring and the forest, a few twigs stuck in his hair.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. He stopped, fully out already and standing there like a deer in headlights. Instead of running away like a pervert caught, he bowed and said, “I’m sorry.”

I arched my perfectly plucked eyebrow. Apologizing?

“Eh. No need. You got lost, huh?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be making preparations?”

“No. Nikko really only needs Robin, Nami, Chopper and Usopp. Sanji won’t leave them alone and Luffy’s sleeping. So I decided to take a walk.” He shunted his feet uncomfortably.

I grinned, “Don’t be awkward. You’ve already seen me naked. I don’t care so you can stare all you want.” I turned around so I won’t have to cram my neck. I patted the ground next to my head, “Sit with me. I can’t stand being alone right now. And company’s always better.”

<Zoro>

I sat down next to her, sticking my bare feet into the steaming water. She tilted her head back, face lax and hair piled atop her head. The steam flushed her face and chest, making her seem less . . . Rhythm-like I guess. The steam curled the end of her hair, and her breasts were just barley in the water, flushed as the rest of her.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why what?” she opened her eye and peeped over at me.

“Why are you like this? So carefree and not so. . . embarrassed?” I asked.

“I don’t care. That’s your answer. Why should I care if you see me naked again? You already know what I look like, so there’s no use in hiding my body from you. And everything else? I’m just confortable with my sexuality and bodily functions. It’s just how we were created, so why hide? Hell I would fart right now just to prove my point, but I don’t have one. Even then, I don’t fart often,”

“I. . . guess.” I said. She’s so strange. Well. She is Luffy’s sister.

She sat up and stretched, giving me an almost full view of her breasts. I blushed and looked away quickly. Damn. Why was I like this?

She reached over to where her towel was, pulling out a sponge and bottle of soap. “Almost forgot the whole purpose of coming here.” She muttered.

She started cleaning herself, rubbing her arms and legs with the sponge soaked with warm water and soap. The smell wafted to me, a light, crispy scent with a tinge of sweetness.

Like Rhythm I thought. I leaned back and looked up, as she continued to shamelessly bath right next to me.

“Hey Zoro,” she said.

I looked down at her, soap clinging to her bare skin in patches, hair now soaked and cleaned and face even more flushed. “Yeah?” I asked.

“Wash my back. I can’t reach it and I feel as though my backs the dirtiest part of me now.”

“No!” I said, my face getting red.

She laughed, her awkward smile and all, “I was kidding. You can if you want though.”

AN: I think I broke my hand writing this. Took me forever, too. Its just the ideas seemed to flow and I couldn’t stop!

Hey dnt worry, things r gunna get btr, with way more action (because its not a good book unless someone dies. . . like Sanji. Jkjk im not gunna do that. I can though.)

Watch me defy the world of One Piece.

Is it just me or was there more nudity than usual. And don’t worry, ill cut the romance crap and get to the gore.

I sorta feel like a pervert this week, with all the dirty ideas I keep thinking of