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Title: How Nami had a few hours of Quiet
Pairing: Luff/San
Rating: G
Words: 286ish
notes: writen in my weird..she the show in my head style, that makes the words sound like subtitles.

"Sanji-kun! Could you make me a snack?"

"YES! OF COURSE, NAMI-SAN! "

Sanji busily prepared a large and colorful dish with meats, cheeses, and fruits. He filled a glass of lemon-aide and set everything on a tray.

He took a moment to make sure his clothing and hair we perfect before strutting on the deck, tray in hand.

He saw his vision lounging in a deck chair on the main deck.

"NAMI-SAN!!! Eh??" Sanji stopped short as Luffys face greeted him under a very convincing Nami wig. His body wrapped in Nami-sans always pretty, precious precious clothes!

"Thanks for the food!" Luffy greeted his Chefs confused face while grabbing the tray out of his hand.

"Luffy! Nami-sans clothes!!!??" Sanji choked out.

After a swallow Luffy looked up and cocked his head. Sanji looked like he was getting upset.

"EH? She put me in them...they are weird though."

"Why would she do that?"

"I wanted to know what it was like...that way you look at her. I wanted to feel it too."

"You.."

"And she said we could make a deal."

Sanji placed his hand heavily on Luffys head and mussed.

"Hey Namis wig!"

"Only can only look at Nami and a few other women that way."

Luffy pouted.

Sanji knelt down and handed the false Nami the glass.

"The normal look I give my captain is actually more special."

Sanji stood and started to walk away, feeling quite confident he had revealed something perfectly, when Luffy jumped up and started to follow him back toward the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

"Following you."

"Why?"

"Because you said something weird. And I'm not allowed to see Nami until tomorrow in exchange for the clothes.

"Alright, I'll keep you company till then."

"Sanji, I'm hungry."

Sanji supressed the urge to growl, as that would kill what was left of the mood.

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Title: Now it's Official!
Rating: PG
Words: 371ish
pairing: San/Zo
Note: It is long but the imagry is most amusing to me.

Zoro grunted as he took note that the chef had stolen his laundry. He sighed when he additionally realized the fool had taken his swimsuit to wash too. Swimsuits don't need washing. They are more of a rinse/dry sort of item but since their 'unofficial' get together Sanji seemed to be doing more random annoying things like this.

Still all that was beside the point. He needed a suit quick or he was going to be left behind to find his way by himself to where ever the group was going. He'd rather not be lost.

He spied Sanjis laundry basket and grinned with the thought of revenge. He pulled out a tight black suit bottom. He was more of a trunks kind of guy but he squeezed into them and pulled his pants over them. The chef stole his suit so it was only fair.

They felt tight and clung strangely. He almost snorted when he thought he felt a trace of padding but its placement didn't make sense so he ignored it.

Later at the lake Zoro took off his pants and headed for the water last. Nami elbowed Sanji and snickered. Sanji was turning red.

"Looks good Zoro, Is this a new look?"

Usopp noticed the commotion and appraised the situation. Snapped his fingers when he figured out the answer, then blushed and looked away. Luffy didn't mince words.

"Eh, Zoro...your bottom half looks like Nami! Why?"

Zoros face drained of color and he looked at Sanji hoping the blond would admit to being the suits true owner, but the chef had somehow gotten a nose bleed and wasn't paying attention.

"I believe those are the novelty ones Sanji gave me last Christmas. You can keep it Zoro, it fits you better! You don't even need the bikini top!" Nami shouted from the water.

Zoro quickly turned and headed quickly for his pants and tried to think of what Nami could be talking about. Then froze and looked over his shoulder to his behind. It was indeed padded and shaped in such a way he could have sworn it was Namis and what bothered him most about it wasn't that the crew had a good view of this; but, in fact was what else greeted his eyes in glaringly pink girlish writing against the butt of the black suit.

"Sanjis Favorite Thing"