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The giant roots of Upper Yard were less like vegetation and more like grease-slicked monuments to Nami’s mounting frustration. For the third time in an hour, her boots hit a patch of mossy treachery, and she went down hard, the impact jolting up her spine. She slid down a steep, mossy incline and hit the forest floor with a dull, painful thud.
"Ow... damn it," she muttered, rubbing her backside.
A pair of heavy black boots entered her field of vision, landing with an effortless grace. Zoro stood over her, silhouetted against the filtered canopy light. A lazy, infuriating smirk tugged at his mouth.
"Defeated by a stationary tree?" he teased, offering his calloused hand.
Nami pointedly ignored it, crossing her arms. "Save it. If you were left to your own devices, you’d have walked off the edge of the island by now."
"I’m not the one moving vertically instead of horizontally," he mocked. "You, on the other hand, have two left feet."
"You’d get lost on the ship if the deck were two feet wider," she retorted, finally grabbing his hand.
He hoisted her up like she weighed nothing. Before she could walk away, he dropped into a crouch, lacing his fingers together to form a stirrup. "Foot," he commanded.
Nami hesitated, then stepped into his grip. With a powerful surge of his shoulders, he launched her upward. She used his head as a temporary brace—taking perhaps a bit too much satisfaction in messing up his hair—and stuck the landing on the higher root.
"Wow, you’re actually useful for something other than property damage," she called down.
Zoro rolled his eyes, vaulting up beside her with an ease that made the steep climb look like a casual stroll. "You know, for someone who talks so much, you never actually learned how to say 'thank you.'"
"Touché," she replied playfully, turning to lead the way.
As they pressed deeper, the banter died down. Zoro had fallen into stride beside her, his long legs easily matching her frantic pace. As they navigated the treacherous terrain, Nami noticed he was hovering a bit closer than usual—just a step or two behind, casually positioned to catch her if her boots betrayed her again. If she weren't so irritated by how effortlessly he kept his balance, she might have actually appreciated the gesture.
Soon, they reached a massive root stretching across the white, cloudy canyon below, separating them from the next patch of jungle. Robin had already crossed it with ease, but to Nami, it looked like a terrifying tightrope.
She took an agonizingly slow step forward, arms extended out to her sides. She slid her right foot along the mossy bark, testing the grip before daring to shift her weight.
"You're moving too slow," Zoro remarked from behind.
"I am moving at a perfectly reasonable, survival-oriented pace," she called back, her arms flailing wildly as her foot wobbled.
"At this rate, the gold will be gone before we even find it." He teased.
"Shut up."
"One more wobble and I’m just throwing you over my shoulder."
"I’d rather jump into the abyss," she shot back.
Unfortunately, the abyss answered. A massive Sky Shark leapt into the air, its jaws unhinging as it lunged directly for Nami. She froze, paralyzed by the sight of rows of razor-sharp teeth, but the distinct sound of Zoro’s swords cutting through the air rung before she even had a chance to register it.
Zoro intercepted the beast mid-air, but the sheer force of the shark's impact and Zoro’s sudden weight jarred the root. Nami lost her footing completely. With a gasp, she slipped off the edge, plummeting into the white void.
“Seis Fleurs!”
Before Nami could even scream, a chain of arms sprouted from the bark of the root. Robin’s hands caught Nami firmly by the ankle, halting her plunge. With a coordinated pull, Robin hoisted her back toward the solid ledge she was waiting on. Zoro was already there, leaning over the brink to catch Nami by the upper arm and pull her safely up.
When her boots finally touched dirt, Nami couldn't move. Her chest heaved. Zoro kept his grip on her arms, steadying her until the shaking stopped.
“Like I said," he exhaled, the smirk returning . "Two left feet."
Nami’s fear instantly boiled over into a blush of pure rage. She shoved him away. "I hate you."
"My, what a lively walk," Robin said, smiling as she stepped off a root to join the two. "Though you might not want to spend so much time discovering what lies at the bottom of the sky, Navigator."
"We might need to consider a leash," Zoro added.
Before Nami could retort, a low, ominous hum vibrated through the air. The scent of ozone turned sharp. The bickering vanished. Zoro’s hand dropped instinctively to the hilt of his swords, his casual demeanor vanishing in a heartbeat. Robin’s eyes narrowed, her gaze shifting up toward the dense canopy where flashes of pale blue lightning snaked across the sky.
"We should move," Robin said softly, the playful glint entirely gone from her eyes. "The island is getting restless, and our captain is undoubtedly causing trouble elsewhere."
Zoro grunted. He stepped past Nami, taking the lead for the first time. But as he passed her, his dark eyes flicked down to her boots, then back up to her face. "Keep your eyes on the path, navigator. I'm not fishing you out of a shark's mouth a second time."
“Jerk," she muttered, stepping into the safe rhythm of his shadow.
A faint, familiar smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as they pressed deeper into the heart of Upper Yard.
———-
Later that night, the campfire roared, and the crew relished in the adventure that was camping together with their usual chaotic energy. The sky wolves had joined them, and Luffy and Usopp were making complete fools of themselves. Nami—having joined in the dancing to release the day's stress—found herself completely drained. Between the grueling hike and the endless energy of her crewmates, she was running on empty.
Scanning the edge of the clearing for a quiet spot to rest, she spotted the swordsman. He was leaned up against the thick roots of a nearby tree, sitting by himself in the shadows.
Smiling to herself, she strode over and plopped down directly next to him, letting her back slide against the bark. If I get to rest somewhere safe and mess with him at the same time, it’s a win-win, she thought.
She let out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, fanning herself with her hand. "Whew! You're just going to sit here all night? Why aren't you dancing?"
Zoro didn't even open his eyes. "I don't dance."
"Oh, come on, Mr. Tough Guy. Not even a little jig? I bet you have great rhythm with three swords." She reached out, playfully poking the hilts at his hip.
"I use my rhythm to cut people, not to prance around a fire," he retorted, casually batting her fingers away from his blades.
"How bleak," Nami teased, nudging his shoulder with her own. "You're missing out. Luffy almost set Usopp's pants on fire two minutes ago."
"I saw it from here. That’s the benefit of staying out of it—you get a front-row seat to the stupidity."
"So there are benefits to brooding in the corner while everyone else has fun? Who knew."
Slowly, the warmth of the fire and the exhaustion in her bones caught up to her. Nami's eyelids grew heavy. Letting out a soft yawn, she allowed her head to drop onto his broad shoulder.
Zoro stiffened instantly. He looked down at her as if she had just tried to pickpocket him. "I'm not a pillow."
Nami let out a stubborn whine, burying her face further into his sleeve. "Ugh, shut up. I'm tired."
"Are you unable to find your own tree?"
She cracked one eye open, looking up at him. "We are in dangerous woods filled with unknown monsters, Zoro. Sleeping near our swordsman is a tactical strategy. It's basic survival."
Zoro snorted. "If you want a guard dog, go sleep next to the cook."
Nami rolled her eyes, a shudder passing through her. "Please. I'd probably be safer with the monsters."
A low chuckle escaped Zoro’s chest. "Fine, stay put. But mostly because I know it'll piss curly-brow off when he looks over here."
Nami smiled, wrapping her hands around his upper arm to solidify the visual. Zoro rolled his eyes at the display but didn't push her away.
"You’re cozy, has anyone ever told you that?" Nami muttered, her voice growing thick with sleep.
"Don’t push your luck."
He shifted slightly, relaxing his posture so she could rest easier against him. Nami felt the intense heat radiating off his body, acting like a natural hearth in the cool night air. Curled up against his side, it took less than a minute for her to drift into a deep sleep.
——-
Arlong towered over the small space, his saw-toothed grin gleaming.
And there, in the center of the wreckage, was Belle-mère. She looked exactly as Nami remembered—bruised, bleeding, but fiercely, terrifyingly defiant. She held up the crumpled bills.
Nami tried to scream. “No! Don't say it! Don't say we're your kids! We can hide, we can run, just save yourself!” But her voice was gone, trapped behind her teeth.
"That's my share," Belle-mère said, her voice steady and heartbreakingly clear. "The one hundred thousand bery is for my two daughters."
As Arlong raised his flintlock, Belle-mère didn't look up at the sky. She didn't offer that final, loving smile that Nami carried in her memory like a sacred relic. Instead, in the dream, Belle-mère turned her head slowly and looked directly at Nami.
Her eyes weren't filled with unconditional love. They were hollow, dark, and heavy with accusation.
“I gave up my life for you, and you went and became a pirate.” she whispered, sounding like a dark, distorted version of herself. The tone struck something deep in Nami’s heart, the words filled with disgust.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
BANG
Nami shook awake, a sharp gasp catching in her throat as she bolted upright. The echo of a gunshot was still ringing in her ears—a phantom memory from a childhood nightmare that never truly left her. For a terrifying second she was back on the wooden floor of her childhood home, the smell of gunpowder choking the air, and Bell-mère...
She gripped her chest, her fingers digging into her shirt as she tried to force air back into her lungs. The crackle of what remained of the nearby campfire slowly anchored her back to reality, its orange embers glowing against the trees.
"Nami?"
The low, rumbling voice sliced through her panic. Heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird, she turned her head and realized Zoro was awake. He was kneeling beside her, having already moved from his spot against the tree, his hand hovering just inches from her shoulder as if unsure whether to touch her. The light caught his features, exposing a rare look of unshielded concern on his face.
"Sorry," her voice cracked, raw and tired. She swallowed hard, trying to blink away the tears burning at the corners of her eyes, hating how small she felt in that moment. "Just a bad dream."
Zoro didn't move away, his eyes searching her face, seeing right through the fragile facade. "You're shaking," he noted, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
"I'm fine," she insisted, though her trembling hands betrayed her.
She gently pushed past him as she stood up, her knees slightly weak. Mumbling something about needing some fresh air before he could press her further, she walked out of the ring of firelight and plunged into the shadows of the dense forest, desperate to let the cool night breeze push away the memory.
——-
Once away from the camp, she quietly made her way back toward the altar where the Going Merry was perched. Finding a high cliffside, she looked down over the edge that separated her from their ship across the way. The full moon was out in all its glory, casting a brilliant, silver glow over everything—from the white, fluffy sea of clouds filling the abyss below to the ancient trees towering above.
It reminded her of the moonlight on the orchard back in Cocoyasi Village on similar nights. Belle-mère's smile lingered in her mind, a bittersweet ache. When she normally had nightmares she would sit beneath the trees on deck. With that not being an option, she would have to make do with the current view.
The heavy, measured footsteps that approached from behind her were so familiar that she didn't even have to turn around.
"Sorry," Nami whispered, her voice carrying softly in the night air. "I didn’t mean to wake you back there.”
"Don’t worry about it,"
Zoro stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were closed as the three swords at his hip clinked softly against one another in the wind.
She looked back down at the Merry, wrapping her arms around herself. "The Merry looks so tiny and fragile from over here," she whispered.
"She looks it. She isn't," Zoro said. "She’s been through worse."
Nami felt a small, sad curve touch her lips. She knew he wasn't just talking about the ship.
She was so good at fooling people—men in particular—but Zoro always seemed to see right through her defenses. He noticed everything, even what she left unsaid. She had no way to keep him at a distance the way she could everyone else. Yet, seeing all this, he chose not to offer empty platitudes or pity. He just offered his presence for as long as she needed.
"Zoro... do you ever think about what they would say if they learned we had become pirates?”
“Who?”
“The people who raised us.”
“You’re thinking about Belle-mere,” It wasn’t a question.
“She was a marine, after all. I can’t imagine she would be proud to learn what became of me.” A shadow cast over Nami’s face as her head dipped.
“You think she’d be disappointed that you’re following your dream? That you found people who actually give a damn about you?”
“Not just people; pirates. We are pirates, Zoro.”
Of course Zoro had already noticed the tears threatening to fall. He sat down cross legged and used his shoulder to gesture for her to come sit next to him. She came over and sat with her knees tucked up to her chest.
“Pirate, marine, thief, demon—they’re just labels for the rest of the world to use," he said simply. "I don’t think she’d care about the word. She’d care about how you carry yourself.”
She nodded quietly, holding back the water threatening to fall from her eyes.
Nami tried to shake off the heavy mood, a small, watery smile returning to her lips. "You know, it's not fair. You get to know all about my childhood, but I know nothing about yours."
Zoro huffed, closing his eyes again. "Yeah? Well I prefer it that way."
"So you get to know too much about me, but I don’t get to know anything about you?" she teased.
"Pretty much."
"Oh, come on," she challenged playfully, nudging his arm. "What are you so afraid of, sword-boy?"
He smirked back at her, amused by her persistence. "You."
"And with every right to be," she countered, grinning. When he remained silent, she let out a theatrical whine. "Zoroooooo. Come ooooonnnn."
"Fine. What do you want to know, witch?"
Nami's eyes lit up with excitement at having successfully roped him into her game. She thought about it for a moment, wondering where to start. "What about your parents?"
Zoro shrugged casually. "They passed when I was young. Don't really remember them."
"Oh, Who raised you, then?"
"The town I grew up in. The dojo took care of me." His descriptions were vague, flat, and completely lacking in detail.
"I’m not sure if this counts as opening up."
"Hey, you never said I had to be detailed."
Nami's gaze drifted down to his side, her eyes landing on the pristine white scabbard—the Wado Ichimonji—that his hand was mindlessly resting on. "Where did you get your white sword?" she asked, pointing to it.
Zoro stiffened instantly.
Nami felt the sudden shift in the air; she could practically feel his visceral reaction to her getting too close to a memory he guarded fiercely. But Zoro caught himself quickly, forcing his muscles to relax before she could call him out on it.
"It's from a friend," he said, his tone entirely too casual.
Nami narrowed her eyes, her navigator's mind putting pieces together. "You told me once before that you only had one friend growing up."
He shrugged again. "Both are true."
Nami huffed, getting frustrated at how tightly he held his secrets. "Why did he give it to you, then? Swords aren't exactly cheap gifts."
“She” He corrected her sharply,"didn't give it to me as a gift. I took it to fulfill a promise."
The words hung in the air. Nami sat in silence, putting the pieces together with a determined, quiet effort. A childhood in a dojo. One friend. A promise. A treasured sword carried with a reverence he showed nothing else.
After a few moments of intense thought, Nami understood. "Oh."
Zoro noticed the shift in her demeanor and raised an eyebrow, waiting.
"Zoro…She died, didn’t she?" she whispered.
She knew she was entering dangerous emotional territory. One wrong step and this tiny crack he had graciously permitted into his past would be closed forever.
Zoro was intentionally silent, letting her know she was hanging dangerously over the edge of a boundary he kept. A heavy minute passed between them, the wind rustling the leaves above.
"Yes." The response was firm and final.
Knowing she was probably doomed to never get another morsel of backstory from him again anyways, Nami tipped her head to lean on his shoulder for the second time that night, this time in a gesture of comfort. She let the quiet convay she was done with her questioning.
"I think I preferred the drinking version of this game better," Zoro mumbled.
Nami chuckled softly against his shoulder, her mind drifting back to their drinking game at the Baratie. The memory felt like a lifetime ago at this point. "Yeah, me too," she whispered. "Next time we play, the sake is on me."
"I'm holding you to that," he said, nudging her head playfully with his shoulder. "And what is it with you and using me as your personal pillow tonight?"
The sharp comeback never came. Instead, her body sagged against his shoulder further, her breathing deepening into a slow, melodic rhythm as she surrendered to the sleep she’d been fighting.
Zoro looked down at her, his golden earrings jingling as he tilted his head. He looked like he wanted to argue—to tell her that he wasn't a piece of furniture—but whatever he was thinking, Nami watched his face let it go.
Her eyelids fluttered, the long lashes casting faint shadows against her cheeks, before finally sealing shut. A small, involuntary sigh escaped her—a soft, melodic sound that signaled her total surrender to exhaustion.
"Hey, Zoro?" She whispered, barely conscious
He hummed in response.
"...What was her name?"
He was quiet for a long time—long enough that Nami assumed he wouldn’t answer. Just as she faded out of consciousness, she heard his low whisper.
"...Her name was Kuina."