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My fourth/last post for the Bug themes
TITLE: MARILYN (SANJI) MONROE (chapter 3/the last) TOPIC: Bug
AUTHOR: mr_redrum
PAIRING: Zoro-->Sanji, a little bit of Franky-->Robin and Usopp-->Kaya. The rest were Nakamaship crazyness at Luffy's birthday party...
WARNING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: Because it's too long, so I really sorry but I have to split it into a chapters. sorry for the inconveniently while reading this.
NOTES: My very much thank you indeed for my dear kakairupowns-swan, whose being kindness to beta-ing it. Thank you.

Near the stage, Nami was trying to pull Sanji and Luffy apart, before Sanji got suffocated by Luffy’s grip around his torso in a full-body hug.

“Okay, Minna-san… Now we’ve seen a great performance from Sanji-kun here, and I will gladly announce right now that we’re going to play a game. Everyone who the light shines on will get the chance to spend the night with our Marilyn Monroe!”

“What?! But, Nami-swan…” Sanji’s protest was drowned out by the riot from Nami’s announcement.

“… I want Sanji to call himself Kaya for me tonight!”

“… I want him to cook me more meat, Naaammiii!”

“… I want Cook-san to pop out naked from Captain-san’s birthday cake…”

Nami waved her hands to calm them down, rather impatiently.

“Alright, alright! Usopp, you can make your perverted imagination real if you win, and Luffy, even though I know you already ate a ton of meat tonight, you can also make your dream come true if you win… and Robin? Pease don’t play along with them…”

“I’m only joking, Navigator-san.” Robin answered, with a slight smile on her lips.

Nami nodded in response, and shifted her attention to Franky, who was standing by the light generator, ready to start whenever their navigator ordered him to.

“Okay, Franky! You can light up the Rainbow lamp… NOW! Minna-san, let the game begin!” she shouted, jumping in her heels.

Suddenly, lots of colorful lights were shining along the grass deck, sometimes pausing on some of their faces, and moving on again, ready to choose the lucky person. All the while some music was playing along with it. Of course, their captain’s amazed opinions about the rainbow lamps was the only other sounds.

Then the music stopped in its tracks. The light was shining on only one person.

Right at the still muttering green-headed swordsman.

“…AND THE WINNER IS ZORO, MINNA-SAN! OUR ZORO WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO TAKE OUR MARILYN MONROE INTO HIS BED, TONIGHT!” Nami announced, completely ignoring the whining cook beside her.

Zoro only looked up, rather confused over what just happened, because he wasn’t paying attention to the stage after Sanji’s performance.

“GREAT, ZORO! You’ve just won Sanji! Hurry, stand up and take your prize…” Usopp joked from where he sat near the swordsman’s seat.

“Come on, Zoro. He’s waiting up there…” he continued. He shut up when Zoro shot him a death glare, one hand still cupping the bulge in his pants.

Suddenly he froze, realizing the true reason Zoro couldn’t stand up at the moment.

Usopp swallowed thickly. NO, I WILL NOT START THINKING ABOUT ZORO AND SANJI BEING THOSE KIND OF ‘BUGS’. Was all he could think.

“ZORO, JUST STAND UP PLEASE! WE CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU ALL NIGHT, YOU KNOW.” Nami was shouting again, losing her patience with the lack of response from the swordsman.

Usopp suddenly knew that he would have to say something to save Zoro’s dignity. “Er, ZORO CAN’T STAND UP RIGHT NOW BECAUSE A BUG BIT HIS BUTT UNDER THE TABLE, NAMI!” was all he could come up with.

It wasn’t a good lie, though, because Zoro suddenly stood up and punched him on the head.

Everyone gasped in unison.

“DON’T TELL A LIE LIKE THAT, LONG-NOSE! I WOULD NEVER LET MYSELF GET BITTEN BY A BUG, YOU BAST…” the green-haired man suddenly trailed off, realizing that everyone was focusing on him.

Especially on the bulge in the front of his pants… OH, SHIT…

“Marimo, what the hell kind of bug bit your thigh so it swelled like that, anyways?” the fake Marilyn Monroe was the first to break the silence.

“Che… it’s not your business, cook.” He answered, and just stalked into the boys’ bunkroom, leaving everyone at the party with inquisitive looks on their faces. His own face was beet red. Hated to admitt, but felt like he just got bitten by a lovebug as known as the love-cook.

...Besides, it’s not like you’d care about it anyways…