If you don’t know who Ia is because you’ve never read any of my other stories (Who are You and Why are You Here), you might want to read those to get a pretty good idea of how she is.

-Two-

I woke to snoring.

“What the frick?” I said quietly, hoping not to wake Nami. But that proved impossible. She was already awake.

“Morning.” she said from the bar.

“Morning... who’s snoring?”

“The guys.”

“What time is it?”

Nami looked around and said, “Eight.”

“In the morning!” I yelled.

She nodded and took a sip of whatever she was drinking.

“WhatEVER! I’m going back to sleep.” I said, trying to roll over and fall back into my peaceful slumber.

“I wouldn’t. Sanji’s been moaning for a while now.” she said.

I stared at the wall with pure hatred and got up out of bed. Still in my pajamas, a tight tangtop with my long black shorts, I walked into the guys room where Sanji was laying, still as big as ever, and staring at me as I walked in. My black hair was mussy and sticking up at odd angles but at least it was straight. Not wavy and frizzy like usual.

“Ia-chan! You look beautiful as ever! Radiant!” he said.

I grimaced. “Seeing your old person say that... it’s kinda pedofile, don’t you think?”

“But you are beautiful!” he said with affection in his voice.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying not to grin or blush. “What do you need?” I asked over the snoring.

“Could you get me out so I can make breakfast?”

“Fine.” I said and levitated him onto the floor. Thank you Devil Fruit.

“Thanks.” he said and made his way up to the kitchen.

I returned to the bedroom and Nami said, “Do you still like him?”

“As a friend, yes.” I said.

“More than a friend?” she said, looking at the clothes in her closet. Wondering what she was going to wear.

“No. Just a good friend. Like I’ve known him for years!” I said, sitting down at the bar and getting some water.

“Hum.” Nami said, pulling out a dress that might fit her. It was big.

“Why do you have that dress?” I asked. It was off white with a nasty floral print. It had ruffled short sleeves and it came to her knees. It also had shoulder pads.

Nami stared at it in complete and total disgust.

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I walked into the kitchen later that morning, dressed in my dark jeans and red shirt with the button down half way and the collar that was pointed. The buttons that only went down half way were buttoned down till the last two and it framed me very nicely. I was barefoot and was wearing the half heart necklace my boyfriend had given me.

“What’s for breakfast, Sanji?” I asked, my arms folded and my weight shifted onto my left leg. My hair was nicely brushed and it hung just below my shoulders. Despite my influence of trying to straighten it, it waved up slightly at the end where it hit my shoulders. My big brown eyes scanned the room slightly and managed not to turn green and go into my Telepathy. See, if you didn’t already know, I can read minds, move stuff with my mind, and bend the water. I’ve eaten two Devil Fruits.

“Sausage, bacon, blueberry and chocolatechip waffles, and scrambled eggs!” he said.

I smiled at the thought of chocolatechipblueberry waffles and sausage. But I didn’t like scrambled eggs much. But I didn’t say that, as not to be mean and rude.

“I made your eggs special, Ia-chan!” he said suddenly as I was making my way out on deck. I turned around slightly. I was playing with my necklace and I didn’t know what to expect. “I made them sunnyside up!” he said smiling his now dentureful smile.

“Wow! Thanks, Sanji!” I said and left the room, beaming.

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“If you still have feelings for her why don’t you tell her?” the bitter ex-mosshead said from the couch. His eyes were closed but he was up for the entire conversation. Mulling over the words said and concentrating on the things in-between the lines.

“What are you talking about, Marimo?” Sanji said, trying to be as subtle as possible.

“Come on, Dart-Board! I was listening! The ‘special made eggs’?” he said, laughing wheezily like an old person.

“At least I have all my limbs.” Sanji said quietly.

“WHAT!?” Zoro yelled, half in disbelief that Sanji had just said that, half because he really couldn’t hear Sanji.

Zoro tried to get off the couch and fight with Sanji but couldn’t make it. He fell back onto the couch and whined about throwing his back out.

“Stupid old bag.” Sanji said.

“YOU’RE OLD TOO!” Zoro yelled in-between gasps of pain.

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I managed to find some wheelchairs for the crew. Only Zoro and Usopp needed them. Apparently Usopp, being very frail, broke his foot stepping on a rock earlier so I had to get another wheelchair. Luffy still thought he was still 17, Nami hadn’t really got a look at herself in a full length mirror yet, Zoro was as bitter as ever and actually spat at some kid who stared at him funny, Sanji hated not having hair and I kept thinking he looked like Slughhorn from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and Usopp had gotten all this hard candy.

“Whered you get all that!” I yelled when his pocket nearly exploded with the brightly wrapped candy that tasted either like carmel or some random fruity flavor like peach or tangerine or orange.

“I just had it.” he said and kept walking with the cain he had as well.

I was wheeling Zoro while Luffy was wheeling Usopp down the street. Nami was watching the ship and I had hid all the full length mirrors from our room so she couldn’t see just how bad she let herself go.

“Why do all these people look so old?” Luffy asked.

“Hum? They do look old.” I said, just realizing that most of the people we saw looked around 60 or 70.

“Why do they look like Zoro, Nami, Sanji, and Usopp? Ia?” Luffy asked.

“You’re old too you know, Luffy?” I said as we got to the top of the slope and started for an ice cream shop.

“No I’m not. I’m 17.” he said.

I rolled my eyes as we entered the establishment. Inside was a very youthful looking girl with light orange hair but not as vibrant as Nami’s was, more soft like. She was wearing a vibrant purple dress and was eating some mint mackinac island fudge ice-cream. She was wearing white flip flops. She didn’t look a day older than 19. Her face was firm with no blemishes and her nose was pointed slightly. Her eyes were a dull grey, though. Her hair lay flat on her head and it fell to her stomach while a bit was pulled back into a bun on the back of her head. Her dress was fairy-like. All that was missing was the green fairy wings. The dress fell to the floor and only her toes were poking out.

She watched us come in with her big eyes as she licked her ice-cream slowly with her tongue. Sanji stared at her the entire time.

“What would it be?” the guy behind the counter said, his hands up on the warm glass counter, smiling broadly. It was kinda creepy.

“I’ll have Mint Mackinac Island Fudge.” I said.

“Fresh out.” he said with an apologetic face on.

I turned and half glared at the girl with the ice-cream. She smiled smugly and continued licking it.

“Fine. Chocolate.” I said.

“What would they like. We do have a Senior Citizen discount.” he said.

“But I’m 17?” Luffy said.

“He’s a bit senile?” the guy whispered as the crew checked out the flavors.

“I know.” I said a little exasperated.

Luffy ordered Chocolate, like me. Zoro ordered a Superman, Usopp ordered bubblegum, and Sanji ordered the French vanilla.

“Where you guys wanna go now?” I asked. But when I turned around, I saw Zoro’s wheelchair speeding down the hill backwards.

6-7-07...

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