A OneShot from Luffy's Point of View. Luffy finds himself in love with Nami and quite confused. This is RIGHT AFTER the Arlong arc. The writing is simple, like Luffy. LuffyNami

This is my first One Piece story. It’s my second favorite comic after Naruto, and Luffy/Nami is the ONLY pair for me. Well, actually, I like many other pairs, but I can’t stand Nami and Luffy with anyone of the opposite gender other than each other.

This story takes place right after the end of the Arlong arc.

The writing is very simplistic and mildly detailed, since it’s supposed to be from Luffy’s POV… I wanted to make it repetitive, short, and true to form. Personally, I think I did a good job. It’s fun to read, because it dumbs you down for a little bit, so you can hopefully, if I wrote correctly, see through the eyes of someone simple.

I hope you enjoy.

Pairing(s): Luffy/Nami

Dedications: None, really, I don’t have anyone I wrote this for. I wrote it for me.

One Piece © Eiichiro Oda; Fanfiction © Courtney Dracon (LuffySP)

“That Weird Feeling”

People tell me I’m stupid. They say I’m naïve. That I have no idea what the world is really like. That I’m an idiotic asexual rubber boy with a meat fetish. I don’t care what they say. They’re stupid. Plus, they use big words that I don’t understand. Damn them.

We just defeated Arlong. Bastard. I really didn’t like him, not at all. For some reason, as soon as I heard that he’d made Nami cry… I had to do something. I don’t know why. That’s strange, isn’t it?

When I spoke to her and saw the tears on her pretty face, my stomach got all weird. Like when you eat a piece of bad meat. I didn’t like it. It clenched up and twisted around. It felt like if I didn’t do something, I’d die. Which I almost did anyway… but it’s worth it for a friend.

That’s another thing! That word, “friend,” I don’t like to use it with Nami anymore. Every time I hear it attached to her name, my heart sinks. It’s like, I want her to be something more… but what’s more than a friend and navigator? That’s another thing I don’t understand.

Everything’s so confusing all of a sudden! To tell you the truth, I don’t like it. People have told me that I’m a “late bloomer,” and one day I’ll be into things that most seventeen year old boys are into. When I ask them: “What are seventeen year old boys supposed to be into?” They laugh and call me naïve again. I hate that. I don’t understand people…

I wonder what Nami would think if I became King of the Pirates. Would she be impressed? More importantly, why do I care if she’d be impressed? She’s my navigator! She’d be working for the King of the Pirates… that’s good, right?

All I know is that I’m lost and confused. I hate being called stupid and simple. What’s wrong with being simple? What’s wrong with me? And why do I have this awful stomachache all of a sudden?!

More importantly, what should I do about it? I think I should say something. To Nami, I mean. Or not… that might be stupid. But then again, according to half the world, I am stupid. So what is there to lose?

I can see Nami now.

She’s over at the side of the ship, looking out into the ocean, watching the waves. She’s not crying anymore. I’m glad. She still has my hat. I like the way it looks on her. Her long orange locks are a contrast to my short black hair. I kinda don’t wanna take it away from her. She looks so pretty in it. But it’s an excuse to talk to her. I wish I knew why I was looking for an excuse in the first place.

My feet seem to be going to her without my consent. Isn’t that annoying? I walk up behind her. My stomach hurts. Really bad! I don’t like it; not that I ever did. I tap her shoulder. She turns. A smile seeps over her lovely face. My stomach twinges and my lip twitches. What should I do?

I open my mouth to talk, but she puts a slim finger to it. I shut up. “Thank you.” she whispers her smile never leaving her face. She lowers her finger and continues “Thank you… for everything, you know? I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Here…” She removes my hat and places it on top of my head. My cheeks turn red, that’s never happened before…

“Um… there’s something I wanna tell you…” I begin, stumbling over my words. “But, I can’t exactly tell you, because I don’t understand.” She looks genuinely confused, her brown eyes shining. Her usual sly manner gone, replaced with a Nami full of innocence. Oh, great… how am I supposed to tell her about my stomach now?

“What?” she looks so pretty I lose my balance, her lips are all slick and puckered. Her sleek hair is tucked just right behind her ear in soft waves like the ocean. She’s practically glowing! My stomach twitches.

“My stomach hurts!” I blurt. She raises an eyebrow.

“Do you want something to settle it?” She asks, concerned.

“NO!” I try again, desperately. “My… my stomach, hurts… around… around you.” I end the sentence, grinning stupidly, what else could I do? She looks confused again, and then a look of realization dawns on her lovely face.

“Oh.” She blushes. I’ve never seen this Nami; the shy one. I like it. “Well, to put it in Laymen’s terms… my stomach feels weird around you too.”

Who the hell is Laymen? I think to myself, scratching behind my ear, unsure of what to do next.

That’s when it happens…

I believe it’s called a kiss when a person that makes your stomach hurt in a “good-way” by leaning into you and your lips touch in a moment of electricity. I really like it. My hands instinctively grab her waist and pull her into me. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me closer. Her lips are soft… like warm, salty marshmallows.

I think I finally get it now. What seventeen year-old rubber boys are supposed to be interested in, and I like it. Maybe I don’t know if this will change me. I’ll probably still be stupid and naïve; but that’s okay. I got this far. And I’ll go further, I’m pretty sure…

END