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One Piece: High School Edition

Arc 3: Memories

Chapter 18: Nami’s plan

“Alright sit down,” Nami pointed to the other side of the desk. Luffy sat down excitedly, waiting patiently for Nami to start her lecture. Textbooks, notebooks and folders were spread around the desk, ready to be opened and read anytime. “Now what do you want to study first?” she asked her ‘student’.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “You’re the tutor, you tell me.” Nami slammed her hands down hard on the table giving Luffy a quick jump. She fumed steam from her nostril indicating her loss of patience for the slow boy.

“Luffy!” she said. “I don’t have time for this! I have to go to work in an hour!”

“You work?” Luffy asked completely oblivious to Nami’s work uniform. Nami hung her head low with those red demonic eyes that looked like they would claw Luffy’s face off his head. Before she could do so, she calmed herself down taking deep breaths and counting prime numbers in her head. After 5 minutes or so, she looked up at Luffy with a slightly calmer face.

“Ok, let’s see,” she said while browsing through Luffy’s last year report card. “Let’s start with the hardest subject.” She lifted up a textbook and shoved it into Luffy’s face. “Math”

“Aww I don’t want to do math,” Luffy whined and slump down his chair. “Can’t we do something else?” Nami narrowed her eyes at Luffy’s lazy attitude and grumbled quietly under her breath. She flung the book down the table and pick up another textbook.

“Ok, how about English?” Nami lift up a textbook that has the picture of Statue of Liberty on the cover. Luffy, instead of feeling interested or motivated, just looked at the Statue of Liberty on the cover and pointed at the face.

“Is that supposed to be a guy or a girl? I can’t really tell,” Luffy curiously asked Nami. Nami couldn’t take anymore of Luffy’s antics; she snapped at his remark and slammed the English textbook hard on his face.

“Tell you what Luffy!” Nami yelled at him. “Why don’t you tell me the answer when you’re ready to study?!” With no further a due, Nami picked up her bag and left the humble Monkey D. residence to work. She tried to be nice and was willing to sacrifice her free time to help him, and yet he’s too oblivious to realize that.

Nami’s work place

Nami stood there by the “Ralph Lauren” section hoping that customers would be around to buy the fragrances product. As a part time worker, Nami worked in a department store as a fragrance consultant, her job included selling fragrances product to customers and customer services. The work could get boring, but at least the pay is good and Nami prefer to do this rather than flipping burgers.

“I swear!” Nami thought to herself. “That boy just… Shoplifter!!” Nami pointed out to the young woman down the “Hugo Boss” section. Upon hearing Nami’s outburst, the woman grabbed two bottles or so and dash through the crowding people. She tried to disappear into the crowd, but it did not fool the experience security guard. The young security man jumped into the hoard of crowd and simply grabbed the woman who shoplifted all those perfumes.

“Ma’am,” said the security guard gently. “May I please ask you to come with me for a few minutes?” The woman had no choice but to comply, she bowed her head down and followed the escorting security guard.

“Nice catch Kaku,” said Nami giving him the thumbs up. He replies by smiling at her and escort the shoplifting woman to the head department’s office. “Stupid idiot Luffy!” Nami continued her inner thoughts rambling. “I tried to be nice, but nooooo… he just had to ask if the statue of liberty was a woman or a man! It’s clearly a man Luffy!!”

“Namizou,” Nami’s superior called upon approaching her.

Nami sighed and break out from her inner thought rambling. “My name is Nami, Lola. Not Namizou. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

“My apologies Namizou,” she said not realizing the name she just called. “It’s just stuck to me you know.”

Nami rolled her eyes in response and asked her. “What do you want Lola?”

“I’m worried of you Namizou,” she replied to Nami’s question. “Today you haven’t been selling any fragrances at all. All you did all day were looking around for shoplifters.”

“Well why not?” she asked rudely. “I mean, I am helping didn’t I? I spotted 10 shoplifters today, giving that security guard Kaku something to do today!”

“But that’s not your job Namizou,” said Lola. “You’re supposed to help the customers; all you did today is piling up all the work to Marguerite. And you know she’s still new.” Lola pointed to the counter showing Nami the young and new Marguerite having trouble with the cash register. Nami can see the disgruntled customers waiting behind the counter, and that only pressured the new worker even more.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” Nami sighed. “I’ll go and help Marguerite.” Lola smiled feeling proud of herself for handling her junior.

Nami slipped in behind Marguerite and commence to work on the cash register. As she did so, Marguerite assisted by packaging the customer’s bought product. The two commenced to do the same work repeatedly for about 10 minutes or so, until the store was quiet again.

“Thanks for your help Nami-san,” Marguerite thanked her co-worker kindly.

“No problem, I’m outta here,” she said quickly leaving the counter.

“Ah! Wait,” Marguerite followed her. “Don’t leave me, I don’t know how to handle the register properly.”

“Well that’s none of my problem now is it?” Nami snapped. Marguerite was taken aback by Nami’s rude outburst; usually Nami’s not this mean, according to Marguerite. Quickly realizing her own mistake, Nami quickly apologized to her co-worker. “I’m sorry Marguerite,” she said. “I just have something on my mind right now.”

“Did it have something to do with this man name Luffy?” she asked.

“Yes it does actually, it IS about him. He just… Wait!” Nami stopped to think. “How did you know about Luffy?”

“Well you were muttering his name out loud,” Marguerite confessed. Nami held his head in shame feeling embarrassed of her own action. She may have spoken his name now and then during her inner thoughts. “Who is he? Your boyfriend Nami-san?” she asked.

“Pfft! As if,” Nami rolled her eyes irritatingly. “He’s just an old friend who wants me to tutor him. And when I finally have the patient to tutor him, he just slumped around not having the nerve to actually study! What a waste of my time!”

“Well teaching is not exactly an easy task,” Marguerite said to Nami. “You have to be patient and know how to connect with your student.” Nami nodded understanding what Marguerite was talking about, she knows that she had to be patient and understanding to Luffy. This is why it’s so difficult for her, because she lacks those requirements. She’s impatient, especially when it comes to Luffy. “Might I ask of how important it is for you to tutor this Luffy fellow?” Marguerite asked another question.

“Very important,” said Nami. She can’t stress enough of how important it is for her to hold the end of her bargain. She wouldn’t want another one hour of lecture from her mother, she is one of those people she’s afraid of in this world. “Why you ask?” she asked the curious staff.

“I suggest you should get a bunch of his friends to help you tutor him,” Marguerite suggested.

“Luffy’s friends? Why should I ask them?” Nami asked.

“Well they obviously are very close to this Luffy fellow, and maybe know a thing or two on how to tutor him,” Marguerite explained her theory. Nami opened her mouth prepare to tackle that statement, but she immediately shut it. She looked like she’s in deep thoughts, it’s as if she’s going to use Marguerite’s idea and tweak it a little so that she will drop all of her responsibility of tutoring Luffy to his friends.

“That’s a great idea Marguerite,” Nami said enthusiastically. “I can just sit back while Luffy’s friends tutor him in my place.”

Back at Luffy’s home

“Boy! There are two things you need to know about Nami! And I don’t think you need me to tell you that!” Garp scold the poor young man. After telling to his grandpa that he drove Nami away, Garp just couldn’t sit there and let Nami waste her time on Luffy. And so he need to drill Luffy’s mind that Nami is sacrificing her time for him and he need to take it seriously and made every of her time is worthwhile.

“I think you do Jii-chan because I don’t know what’s going on her mind,” Luffy confessed easily. Irritated by his own grandson, Garp landed a blow on Luffy’s cranium leaving him a huge bump straight on his head.

“You’re her childhood friend for 17 years for God’s sake! You should know about her!” Garp scold Luffy once again. “But just in case, I’ll remind you anyway.” Garp cleared his throat while making sure that his grandson was paying close attention to him. “Nami’s family is quite poor. She has to work so that she can help her mother and earn herself some pocket money. While doing that, she’s studying hard to get good grades while coming over here and making sure you can stand on your own two feet!”

“Yeah I know that,” Luffy nodded. “Why are you telling me this stuff though?”

“Read between the lines you big oaf!” Garp uppercut his grandson off the sofa. “She has a lot of things on her mind right now! Not to mention that the economy is really low at this moment, she has to work even harder. But still, you…” he pointed to Luffy. “As her best friend must help her anyway you can!”

“I don’t think she needs my help, Jii-chan,” Luffy said rubbing his sore chin. “I’m the one who needs her help.”

“That’s the thing right there!” Garp pointed to Luffy’s nose roughly. “You’re too dependent on her and can’t do things by yourself! If you want to help her, you can start by doing things by yourself and not wasting her time! She’s nice enough to agree to tutor you…”

“Actually she’s doing it because she lost her bet remember?” Luffy reminded his grandpa that fateful day.

“Don’t interrupt me boy,” Garp judo chopped his grandson’s head lightly. “But still, when she tutors you, you pay attention! Don’t waste anymore of her time, she’s in a lot of pressure as she is. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Luffy muttered. Truth to be told, he had no idea why he suddenly feel so un-motivated when Nami tried to tutor him earlier. But thinking about the words Cobra told him earlier back reminded Luffy why it’s important for him to get his act together. The next time Nami’s coming over, Luffy’s ready to hit the books.

Nami’s home

Nami flopped on her bed feeling exhausted after standing in the fragrance sections of the department store for 5 hours straight. Her feet were sore and killing her softly, not to mention she would have to work again tomorrow. Nami wanted to get rid of that thought, doing the same routine just frustrated her even more. Apart from that, she received good news from her new co-worker which will solve her Luffy problem easily. The time ticked to 8:00 PM, without wasting anytime she grabbed her mobile phone and dialled the first name that could cover for her on the next day.

Baratie Restaurant

“Hey Duval, get your ass here now!!!” Sanji yelled out loud once he sticks his head in the kitchen door. Unfortunately for Sanji, there was no reply from Duval, his presence in the kitchen is also missing. Sanji looked around the kitchen one more time for one last check, he’s nowhere in sight. “Where the hell is that idiot?” Sanji asked a random kitchen handler.

“He’s on his break,” one of the part timer replied.

“What!” Sanji yelped. “Break? We don’t do breaks!!”

“Only for you maybe,” one of the cook laughed. “You are the Assistant Head Chef.” The kitchen roared of laughter, Sanji grabbed his head feeling irritated at his master’s rule to the employees.

“That old fart is too lenient,” he murmured. Wasting no time he picked up the nicely packaged food box on the front counter and dash out of the restaurant. Usually Duval’s in charge of the restaurant delivery, his motorbike driving skill is relatively fast. And his above average body size can scare the living daylight to anyone who’s dare to phone order and refuse to pay. But this time Duval is missing, Sanji left no choice but to run and deliver it himself.

“Ah young black leg master,” a handsome man by the outside customer table called out to Sanji. That familiar voice got Sanji’s attention, he stopped and looked over to one of the customer table. There he saw an above average size man sitting on a table with a cute woman, who felt very uncomfortable around the big man. “It’s me, handsome, would you like to join me and Miss Nia Teppelin here?” he asked. Sanji groaned and dashed through that table looking angry as ever.

“Please excuse us Miss Nia,” Sanji smiled dragging the big man from afar distance. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked Duval.

“Getting a date, I think she likes me,” Duval smiled pointing to the woman just now. Sanji looked over, he caught the young woman chatting happily with another man who just came by.

“Yeah, I’m sure she digs you,” Sanji sarcastically remarked. “Listen Duval…”

“Please young black leg master,” he interrupted. “Call me handsome now.” Sanji rolled his eyes and kicked Duval’s chin out of irritation.

“The hell I will!!” Sanji yelled. “Just because you had that plastic surgery you don’t have to act so full of yourself. And you better stop flirting with girls who are way out of your league, you’re just embarrassing the restaurant.”

“Mmm… What was that?” Duval asked looking away from the pocket mirror he took out. “I’m handsome you say?”

“Gimme that!!” Sanji snatched the pocket mirror. “Here, make yourself useful and deliver these order in less than 10 minutes!” Sanji growled handing Duval the packed food box.

“Roger that,” Duval saluted grabbing the food box. Annoying he may be, but Duval have high respect for Sanji and will never turn down an order from the Assistant Head Chef. “Let’s meet each other again Miss Nia,” Duval whistled and winked at the previous girl he tried to woo. However, since Duval is still recovering his face control from the operation, his attempt for a wink looked more like it frightened her.

“Just go already!!” Sanji throw the pocket mirror back to Duval’s head. Sanji waited as Duval dashed off, making sure that he’s not harassing anymore of the customer. Feeling satisfied for keeping his subordinate in line, Sanji walked back in the kitchen to continue his daily work.

“Assistant Head Chef,” one of the waiters poked his head in the kitchen. “You got a phone call.”

“Tell him that I’m busy,” Sanji replied feeling stressed out.

“It’s from Nami,” he said back knowing that Sanji won’t refuse a phone call from a girl. Sanji dropped the cooking utensil immediately and grabbed the phone off the front door waiter.

“Nami-san!!!” he reverted back to his playboy nature. “What can I do for you today?”

“Are you busy tomorrow?” the phone spoke.

“I can make time for you my dear,” Sanji replied feeling delighted where this is going.

“Good, come tomorrow at 2:00 PM in Luffy’s house. And bring your school books,” she said quickly before hanging up.

“It’s a date my sweet…Luffy?”

Zoro’s home

“Forget it!” Zoro scowled at his handheld mobile phone. “I have plans tomorrow, and I’m not planning to waste my day tutoring him.”

“Oh yeah sure, I’m pretty sure you have a tight schedule tomorrow,” Nami sarcastically remarked. “What do you do on your daily basis again? Sleep? Hitting the gym? Sleep some more? Dating Robin-sensei?”

“Listen here you!” Zoro raised his voice. “I’m not taking your place to tutor Luffy, got it! It’s not my job in the first… Robin? Why did you mention her?”

“I’m just pulling your ass Zoro!” Nami said back feeling irritated. “OK, listen,” she said calming down. “What do I have to do to ask you to tutor Luffy for me?”

“Nothing!” he replied. “There are some things that you have to do by yourself. It’s your fault to make that stupid bet anyway.”

“… How did you know?” Nami asked.

“Luffy told me, so don’t you place this responsibility on me now!” he harshly replied.

“I’m not putting this ONLY on you,” Nami muttered. “There’s going to be a couple more people doing it WITH you.” Zoro didn’t like the way she raised her voice on those two words, not only he’ll stuck with Luffy, but he had to be patient with someone like Sanji too.

“I’m hanging up,” he said feeling tired of Nami. Out of all of Luffy’s friends, Zoro’s the only one who’s dare to stand up against and never to befall on Nami’s demands. For Nami to demand Zoro for assistance, she must see things into a different approach.

“OK, OK, wait, wait,” Nami said frantically on the other line. “How would you like to have your own fake ID?” Zoro’s finger froze before he pressed the red button on his cellular phone, the idea of having a fake ID got him interested.

“I’m listening,” he said.

“You do this for me,” she said. “And I will get you a fake ID. What do you say?”

“Thinking,” Zoro replied. He was about to say yes immediately, but knowing Nami, he should caution himself. Nami’s the type who can tie a collar and a leash on your neck, he had to caution himself so he won’t fall to become her personal slave. “What’s the catch?” he asked her.

“One hour everyday for one week just to tutor Luffy,” she said simply. “No strings attached.”

“Too much,” he replied. “I’ll do it for 4 days only.”

“Good enough,” Nami gave up. “Start tomorrow, and you better take this seriously.” Feeling tired of negotiating with Zoro, Nami quickly hang up before she bid goodbye. “Oh God I can’t stand him!” she grumbled.

Zoro rolled his eyes and looked back to the TV feeling less annoyed at the annoying actor on the TV. “If she’s so worried, she should tutor him herself,” he muttered.

Usopp’s room

“Nami?” Usopp asked to his mobile phone. “It’s almost 9 o’clock, can it wait till tomorrow?”

“9 o’clock is still too early for bed, especially for you,” Nami replied still feeling angry because of Zoro.

“I know,” Usopp replied. “I’m watching Higurashi right now, so call me back tomorrow.” The TV played the violent anime on screen displaying the splattered blood, definitely a guilty pleasure for someone like Usopp.

“I need to talk to you now!” Nami said not letting Usopp go. “Stop watching that violent freak show and listen to me for a sec!” Usopp had no choice but to put the TV on mute, he already saw the episode anyway so it wouldn’t care much to him.

“Alright what do you want?” he asked.

“I want you to come over to Luffy’s tomorrow and tutor him,” she said it bluntly.

“What?” Usopp asked. “Me tutor Luffy? Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m too busy to do it so you, Zoro, Sanji and Chopper would have to take my place for it,” she replied.

“Did Luffy know about this? And what did the other guys said?” he asked watching the mute anime show.

“They said yes,” she answered quickly.

“Well let me be the first to say no then,” he replied. “I’m not exactly a teacher material.”

“Well neither the rest of them but you don’t hear them complaining,” she lied knowing Zoro and Sanji are probably racking their heads now.

“Whatever,” Usopp replied. “I’m still saying no.” It’s a mini vacation till the school is re-open and Usopp wanted to avoid the subject of school as much as he can. He know well that once school starts, he would barely have enough time to watch all the anime and play all the games he want.

“What if I give you Kaya’s phone number?” Nami offered Usopp. She knows that he had sort of a little crush on her, this can be a good use to manipulate Usopp. “Will you still do it?”

“I already have her e-mail, that’s good enough for me,” Usopp replied proudly putting the voice back on the television. He talked to her constantly on an online chat so having her phone number won’t change much for him.

“Dammit!” Nami muttered. “OK, how about if I fix you guys up on a date then?” The word ‘date’ picked up Usopp’s attention, images of him holding hands with Kaya on a shopping mall rushed through his head. The quick thoughts of that bring red stripes on his face and a small drip of drool on his mouth.

“… You can do that?” Usopp asked putting the anime on mute again. Nami noticed the change of tone on Usopp’s voice. She smiled, she got Usopp wrapped on her manipulating fingers.

Chopper’s room

The youngest member of Luffy’s group is sleeping soundly in the comfort of his own bed. His room is not that big or too small, but it’s filled with many different kind of books. Ranging from medicals all the way to graphic novels, the boy had open himself to the world of teenagers. While the boy is quietly sawing log in his dream, the phone rang interrupting his dream. Out of instinct, Chopper’s hand moved to the table picking up his cellular phone.

“Hello? Nami,” Chopper groggily said. “It’s 9 o’clock at night, and I’m sleepy…”

“My God…” she said on the other line of the phone. “You’re the first person I know who sleep this early on a vacation.”

“Some of us here don’t sleep at 12 or 1 AM,” Chopper yawned. “Can it wait till tomorrow?”

“I’ll be quick then,” Nami sighed. “I want you to come to Luffy’s home tomorrow and tutor him. You have nothing else to do tomorrow anyway right?”

“Why would I want to tutor Luffy?” Chopper asked feeling sleepy again.

“Cause I will call you again in the next 10 minutes and so forth until you said yes,” Nami threatened Chopper’s time of slumber. “Would you like that?”

“Big deal, I’ll just turn off my mobile,” Chopper replied.

“Then in that case I will call your house phone,” Nami said feeling confident and not ashamed of herself. “Your dad is on the clinic anyway, I know he’s not going to be home.”

“…You’re a horrible woman,” Chopper mumbled. “Fine I’ll go, just don’t call me again tonight.”

“Excellent. Goodnight then Chopper,” said Nami in a fake cutesy voice. “Don’t let the boogieman eats you.”

Chopper rolled his eyes and quickly hangs up his mobile phone. “What the hell is a boogieman?” Chopper asked looking at the weird figure that is approaching him silently.

Back to Nami’s

“Finally,” Nami sighed lying back on the bed. Her mission had finally finished and now she’s good for takeoff into the shower. She walked towards the bathroom carrying a towel and fresh clean pajamas, she passed her mother but couldn’t be bother to say hello or a good night. Bellemère know well that her daughter is stressed out from work, but she would at least hope that Nami behave and control her rage a little. Feeling concern for her overwork daughter, she approached the bathroom and knocked on the door gently.

“Nami, are you okay?” her mother asked. “You’ve been quiet ever since you got home.”

“I’m fine kaa-chan, can you leave me alone please? I’m in the shower,” Nami answered behind the door. Nami hate to be interrupted when she was in the bathroom, but this is her mother, so she’s trying her best not to start an argument at her.

“I’ll be in the veranda,” her mother replied leaving Nami alone.

Nami sighed feeling relieve that her mother didn’t snap back at her, usually they would have a pointless argument of not wasting too much water or not to use her shampoo. 10 minutes later, Nami joined her mother in the veranda, fully clothed in pajamas and towel wrapping her red hair. She saw her mother drinking a bottle of wine and couldn’t help herself but to get a glass of her own. Bellemère didn’t seem to mind, at least her daughter is spending time with her.

“Everything okay kiddo?” Bellemère asked her quiet daughter.

“Just stressed, that’s all,” she replied taking a sip of her wine.

“Maybe you should work casual rather than full-time,” her mother suggested.

“I can’t kaa-chan, this is my chance to earn extra money before school is re-open,” said Nami. “Besides, you know that we need the money right now.” One of the main reasons why Nami is working so hard at the moment is to help and support her mother financially. With the economy hitting rock bottom and the orange farm not doing too well, Nami’s family is in quite of a struggle.

“Nami, I don’t want you to break your back for extra cash,” Bellemère scolded her daughter quietly. “We are doing perfectly fine at the moment.”

“Relax kaa-chan,” Nami assured her. “Once school start, I’m back to part-time position.”

“Your superior sure is nice,” Bellemère drank her wine. “She can give you part-time or full-time position anytime you want.”

“Of course,” Nami smiled. “Lola is a great woman, compared to that bitch Hancock!”

“Well don’t push yourself okay,” Bellemère reminded her daughter. “Don’t forget that your sister send us money too.”

“I wish she send herself instead,” Nami muttered. “Has becoming a celebrity drove us away from her?” Ever since Nojiko land a lead role in a TV drama, she rarely visit home, it’s no wonder that the family missed her.

“Watch your mouth Nami!” Bellemère scolded her again. “You know that your sister would never rule us out of her life.”

“Relax, I was just kidding,” Nami took a sip of her wine. She looked over to her mother who had finish her bottle of wine, she took out a pack of cigarette and smoke one stick. “I thought you quit,” Nami reminding her mother.

“That was while I joined the police force,” she said. “Now that I’m back as a single mom, I couldn’t care less of my health.”

“Not exactly a good role model, are you now?” Nami sweatdropped.

“Oh please,” she laughed. “I put my act together only when I was raising you and Nojiko. Now that you two are old enough to judge your own judgment, I can do whatever the hell I want.”

“Jeez kaa-chan,” Nami bowed her head down feeling ashamed of her mother’s attitude. “You’re turning into Garp-ossan.”

“That old fart!” Bellemère laughed out loud. “Not a chance. I’m doing a better job than he is.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Nami giggled quietly. “Just the other day, he flung Luffy to a ‘bulletproof’ glass and he had to get stitches.”

“Typical Garp,” Bellemère reminisce of her old boss. “Always cease for violence. So how’s Luffy anyway? You seem to visit his house less than you used to be. What’s the occasion?”

“Because it’s vacation,” Nami answered. “He’s hopeless only when it’s school time. I have to wake him up in the morning, cook him breakfast, make sure he gets to school on time, and etcetera. It’s such a pain in the ass!” Bellemère studied her daughter’s face, if she knows Nami, she knows the reason why she’s doing all those sakes.

“If you ask me Nami,” she said. “I think the reason why you’re doing all of this stuff to Luffy is because you wanted to. Upon that quote, Nami nearly choked on her wine.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Nami asked feeling red not because of the wine.

“Luffy is a not a kid. He can take care of himself just fine,” said Bellemère. “Besides, there’s Garp. He’s lousy but at least he knows how to take care of that boy.” Now that Nami thought about it, Garp had been taking good care of Luffy. She had never seen him starve nor feeling lost at home. “I think the reason why you’re doing all this stuff to Luffy is because you wanted to,” Bellemère continued with her theory. “You want to come to see him in the morning, you want to cook for him and you want to walk with him to school.”

“I think I know myself more than you know me kaa-chan,” Nami waved off her mother’s hypothesis. “And I’m just taking care of him because I have to.”

“Well I don’t think Luffy wants you to take care of him because you have to,” said Bellemère. “Either you do it because you want to or just leave him to take care of himself.”

“Maybe I’ll do that,” Nami replied.

The night continues on as Nami and her mother continue to chat on about anything else that rush into their mind. Whether it’s about the new American President or random ideas such as the difference between ladder or stepladder. For what it’s worth, Nami’s just happy to have a time of her own to spend with her beloved mother. Moments have passed, she looked at her watch and sighed when the long arrow tick to 12. Its 11 o’clock and she better get herself ready for bed.

“Well it’s getting late,” Nami stood up. “I’m off to bed, good night kaa-chan.”

“G’night Nami,” Bellemère waved her bye. “Don’t let the boogieman eats you.”

Nami rolled her eyes upon reaching the entrance doorknob. “I still don’t know what boogieman is kaa-chan,” she said.

“Why don’t you ask that thing that lurks in your closet?” Bellemère asked. “He probably knows.”

“Maybe I will,” Nami said entering into the hallway. “Wait! What thing in my closet?”

SO SO SORRY FOR THE LOOOOONG DELAY. BEING UNEMPLOYED SUCK, AND TRYING HARD TO GET AN OFFICIAL JOB BASED ON MY GRADUATE DEGREE. IN OTHER NEWS, THERE'S A FEW REFERENCE IN THIS CHAPTER HERE, LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN FIND WHAT'S IN ONE PEICE, AND WHAT IS NOT IN. ANYWAY, SO SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY AND HUGE THANKS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN WAITING PATIENTLY FOR AN UPDATE. HOPE I DON'T DISAPPOINT ANYBODY HERE.