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ONE PIECE FIC-FOR-ALL
Or, free-for-all-fic, or fic free-for-all, whatever phrasing floats your boat, if you will.
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His grin doesn't fade. "Hi Usopp!"
Smart kid. Real smart. And of course, Nami steps in, as charming as always with her womanly guiles and... and such. "Any place we should sit, Luffy? Like the kitchen?"
"Okay!" Exclaims Luffy, looking fairly cheerful as he makes his way to the kitchen. Surely enough, there's a feast big enough for twenty on the table, or a feast big enough for Monkey D. Luffy.
"Ooh," says Nami. "Can I have some?"
"Not the meat."
"Not the meat," Nami agrees, and sits down, taking a bite of toast. I take a pancake. 'Cause hey, even if Nami was the one who wanted it in the first place, a guy's gotta eat, y'know what I mean?
"So, Luffy--" I begin, and stop to chew my mouthful of food and wipe a drip of syrup off my chin. You can't blame me. These are rich pancakes we're talking about her, real rich and thick and fluffy and... all those other good things that pancakes are. "Luffy. What do you know about Brooke's death? I hope you know that you're a prime suspect."
"I know," the kid says, chirpily, and crams about thirty slices of bacon into his mouth. "And Brooke's not dead."
"Yes, Luffy. He is." Shit. This is no time for him to be going through denial.
"No," he says. "He's not."
"Yes. He is."
"No. He's--"
"Stop it, you two," Nami interrupts, daintily patting her mouth with a napkin like she's barely eaten at all. But she ate a ton. I saw her, I see everything. She can cram a lot into that tiny frame of hers. Especially if it's free. "So she's not dead."
"But Nami--!"
"Sh, Boss. I know what I'm doing." She winks an eye at me and leans down, real low, real seductively, and I won't lie, she's a pretty dame all right. "So, Luffy. Brooke's not dead, but hurt. You know how he got hurt?"
"No," Luffy says, shaking his head. Then, he looks at us, all wide eyes, open mouth, more innocent lookin' than a newborn babe. Only problem with that is that I've seen him mad enough to punch a guy's face in so hard that he almost never got back up, and seein' as that asshole's in the clinker now, he never really did get back up. "Do I gotta beat someone up?" He asks.
"Naw, Luffy."
I stand, look at Nami. "We done here?" I ask her.
She frowns, and studies Luffy for a second before nodding. "Yeah. We're done for now. Don't think we won't be back though, Luffy."
"Tell me beforehand," the kid says. "So I can get more food."
Jesus. It's like he doesn't even know about the murder. "Yeah. Okay, Luffy," I tell him, and he hounds us until we're out the door.
"Come again soon, you guys," he says, clutching onto that godawful straw hat with a vehemence lacking in mosta the politicians' speeches.
"Okay," I tell him. "We will."
When I look at Nami as we go out the door, she gives me this look, real meaningful-like, and she nods at me. "We'll be back."
"Yeah? You get a whiff of something?"
"Yeah," she says, swingin' her hips as she sidles back into the car. "S'not money, even if there's a lot of money in that mansion."
"You sure?"
"Yeah," she says, and taps her nose. "My nose for money's never wrong."
"Kinda like my nose for justice," I reply, but she doesn't reply to that, to my dismay. I mean come on, I don't ask for much but a little respect.
"Let's visit the doctor and his assistant next," she says, finally.
I dunno what she's thinkin', but by the look in her eye, she's thinkin' something big is happening.
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and *squee* Robin and Chopper next <3
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