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---Snow---

All of a sudden she shivered. When had it gotten this cold? Nami looked up at the gray sky, pouting.

"Why did it have to be a winter island?" She complained, wishing she could go back to Atsuisho where it was hot all year round. That was a previous island they'd visited, and it had everything she could ask for: A beach, quality hotels that didn't cost them their entire fortune, great food, and hot guys. She slumped back in her chair as she rubbed her legs and arms together, despite the fact that she was already wearing a fleece jacket that wasn't as warm as she hoped it would've been.

"Oi!" A voice called. Nami turned.

"Why are you out here in that tiny miniskirt of yours? Put some clothes on!" Zoro yelled.

Nami frowned. "I'm wearing a jacket!"

"Does it cover your legs? No. I can see the goosebumps on them from all the way over here!" He walked towards her, until he was standing right behind her with his usual scowl.

"…" Nami was silent. She faced back towards the horizon and cocked her head to the side, paying no attention to the swordsman staring a hole into her back. Before long she heard footsteps, but didn't move a muscle.

Fwoosh. Nami heard a breeze blow into her face and blinked twice before registering what had just happened. Zoro had thrown a green blanket over her lower half of her body. It barely covered her toes, but it was- well, warm.

"This is-"

"Just keep it on. You don't want to get sick again do you?"

"Well, but... hey Zoro…" She smirked. Zoro could feel the evil in her voice. It was the tone she used when she was about to charge him an impossible fee, or when she had the perfect blackmail material. "How about you sit here with me?"

Zoro was shocked. The cold must've affected her brain somehow, because she normally never would've invited any member of the crew except maybe Robin to be that close to her unless it was some kind of sick, cruel joke. Nami scooted over in her chair and patted the seat. "Come!"

Zoro mindlessly went over to the woman and looked down. There was no way both of them could fit. Nami seemed to read him mind and sat up. "I've a solution." She smiled, and gently pushed him down onto the chair.

"Hey! Woman, what are you even-"

"Quiet." She sat down onto his lap, and leaned back.

"What the…" He felt stiff, afraid to move a muscle for some reason. He was unsure of what to do. "Nami, I don't-"

"Uhn. Haha!" Zoro raised an eyebrow. What the hell what she doing?

"You know snow tastes really great! It's so refreshing, and perfect." She said after sticking her tongue out to catch falling snow.

"Yeah."

"And each one is unique. You know winter isn't that bad, really." She said, reaching out an arm. A single, tiny snowflake landed on her newly-gloved hands. She peered at it, as if it was a piece of gold.

Zoro stared at her. He never would've thought that Nami could be this happy just looking at a cold ball of frozen water. He turned her around so that she was laying across his legs like a child.

"You know what else isn't that bad?" He asked.

"What? Your green hair?" She replied, laughing. She reached up and ruffled his hair, which was slightly white-tipped from the snow.

"No. You." He smirked, leaning down to kiss her.