Birthday Fic! [First try on SaNam~]
Happy Birthday, dandywonderous! Since it's your favourite pairing, I figured I could give it a try; here's my first ever Sanji/Nami fic!
I asked my sister if I should write soldier!Sanji or a SaNam songfic, and she stared at me wide eyed when I told her what song and only nodded. So here you go:
Title: Diamonds
Character/s: Sanji/Nami
Song: Diamonds are a Girl's Best friend
Artist: Nicole Kidman
Words: 511
Rating: PG-13 (barely)
Disclaimers: I own nothing, nothing I say.
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
It wasn't so that Nami didn't want to fall in love or something, she just didn't believe in it the way she used to. She knew that men wasn't incapable of loving a woman, but she had discovered that they preferred the looks of the woman, and her figure made her a great choice. So she let them play with her while she was in fact the one playing them. A fast wink of the eye, a sway of the hips and they were all hers.
In an futile attempt to woo her, they showered her with gifts: pearls, jewellery, and perfectly shaped diamonds. She took the treasures and smiled, sometimes she even awarded them with a peck on their cheek. This was the way Nami managed. It wasn't the optimal lifestyle, but she held true to the saying “I know money can't buy happiness, but I'd rather be crying in a Jaguar than on a bus”.
And then he'd come along. With his flashing smile and silky blond hair, he looked like everybody else, but the way he acted was different. He would, like everybody else, pour out his heart's content and his wallet's, but somehow he was different. He followed her on he walks in the town, helped her work on her trees in her garden, and he simply spent time with her.
At first she had thought she had found the perfect man slave. Not only did he buy her the prettiest things, but he also followed her every single command. But as time went by, she wondered if that was what she really really wanted. Men in her life had come and gone like the tide, but this one stayed like a rock in the middle of that very beach.
She knew that she couldn't continue living her life like she did now forever. The men was bound to become colder and zip up their wallets when she grew older and her looks started failing her. By the time small wrinkles would appear around her eyes, she guessed that she wouldn't even have half as many admirers as she had now, and when the first grey strand made its way into her orange hair, it would all be over, and everybody would be gone and left would be her and her diamonds.
Except him. Somehow, she knew that he would stay, that he didn't really care about how she looked. He always swooned about love like the fool he was, but out of all men in her life, he was perhaps the only one that actually did love her, not her slim waist, big breast and cute smile.
He was there again, showing her a beautiful necklace with real diamonds. He carefully took it out from the box and clasped it around Nami's neck. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She would keep diamonds, but, she though and her smile widened, she would keep the man too.