Dear Diary

Zoro x Nami

Chapter One

Well! Looking at how much I loved my last One Piece fanfic, I'm going to write another one! Zoro and Nami are my all-time favorite anime couple. I adore them together! I'm going to write a lot more, and a lot of my stories will feature them! Review, please! Thank you.

"Breakfast!" Sanji called.

That annoying cook has the most annoying voice of anybody on the entire ship, I've decided. Well, Nami's pretty close, but nobody could possibly be more aggravating to listen to than Sanji. Him and his constant squealing and beckoning over the girls, and his general tendency to never shut his mouth. I've been very tempted throughout my time on this ship with him – tempted to take my katana and nail him hard. But then I wouldn't have any good food to eat, so I guess you just have to live with some things. Take the bad with the good.

Trudging along, I stepped out from the deck, groaning. Then, I made my way towards the kitchen, where breakfast was prepared. As I'd expected, Luffy was breathing heavily and excitedly as he stared longingly at the food on the table. How typical. I glanced around the room. No Nami. Where was she? Whatever.

"Where's Nami-swan?" Sanji asked lovingly. Ugh. That voice again.

"She's probably still sleeping," Robin replied monotonously. "Zoro. You haven't sat down yet. Why don't you go wake our navigator up?"

What? Why me? Nami's a force to be reckoned with when she doesn't get her way, and I doubt she'll be very happy to have me interrupting her slumber. Especially me, too. Anybody else waking her up wouldn't have been as big a deal, but me? After all, I'm starting to believe that I'm her least favorite person on the ship. She absolutely hates me, it seems. Constantly nagging me to pay off nonexistent debt and, overall, just being that annoying little pain that she is towards me. It doesn't really bother me, though. I don't like her much, either. The mutual dislike leads us to try to avoid each other. Even so, we're paired up a lot some way or another, and it always leads to bickering. But, like I said. I guess I'll just take the bad with the good for now.

"Sure," I agreed. I was tired. There wasn't any point in arguing.

I made my way towards Nami's quarters and gently creaked open the door. If she was awake and I'd just burst in there, who knows what kind of things she'd have done to me. For that reason, I pushed the door open a speck and peered in quietly.

The lights were still out, which meant she was still sleeping, I figured. I stepped inside carefully and said emotionlessly, "Nami." No response.

Well.

"Nami."

I said it louder this time, but not loud enough to have her waking up, wailing her lungs out at me.

Still no answer from her. I didn't know Nami was such a heavy sleeper. I flicked the lights on, hoping she'd stir in her sleep and wake up. Also, immediately knowing I'd regret it, I decided to stride over slowly towards her bed, where I'd gently shake her until she woke up. As I walked over towards her bed, I peered down and reached for her. However, I couldn't feel anything. Nami wasn't there.

"Nami?" I asked again, unsure of why I was asking such a question when nothing was in the room but air. If she wasn't in her bed, and she wasn't in the kitchen getting her breakfast, where was she? Well, either way, she had to be somewhere on the ship. She had to be safe and sound, so I didn't worry one bit.

When I went back towards the door to turn the lights back off and exit her quarters, I noticed something on her dresser. There was a tiny little key. Next to it appeared to be a book of some sort, with a little metal lock perpendicular to the pages on the side. A diary? What did Nami have a diary for? Where'd she get it? Why'd she need it? I'd never seen it before, but, then again, when was I ever in Nami's quarters? She could've had it all along, for all I knew. I'd just never seen it before, and I'd be lying if I said my curiosity wasn't peaked a bit.

If I were to open the diary up and read it a little bit, how would she even know? She's not in the room. I'd unlock the diary, skim through the pages a little bit, lock it again, and put the key back. She would never know a thing. Even so, I had to question myself. Why should I have cared what she kept in her diary? I mean, I know it's natural to be curious, but I normally wouldn't think twice about the fact that she had a diary. I supposed it was a weird thought; who would ever imagine that Nami would have deep, longing secrets to hide in a diary? She certainly seems like a shallow, bitter young woman on the outside, and I'd assumed all along that her inner self was very similar. Still, though. It was a compelling thought. For a reason I wasn't sure of, I felt that I needed to read her diary. Everything about the situation, however, was wrong. She was Nami, which meant she'd find out and try to murder me. It was also an invasion of her privacy and not my business. Despite this, I still felt that something would be unfinished if I didn't read it. Against my better judgment, and for a reason I wasn't totally sure of, I decided to pick up the key and put it in the hole. Then, I turned the key, put it on the dresser gently, and opened up the diary to the first page.

Dear Diary,

I've tried everything, but nothing's worked, so I've resorted to buying this diary from an island we visited recently.

Whoa. Before I even read any further, I felt anger fuming up inside of me. That little hypocrite! She was always reprimanding us for buying the slightest little thing, and then she goes and wastes money on something that couldn't possibly be more trivial. A diary? What did she need it for, anyway? What could Nami possibly have to say? Ignoring the thought, I sighed heavily and continued reading. She'd started a new paragraph after her opening line.

I'm having some troubles lately, and I've thought and meditated and tried everything else to clear my mind of them. I'm not the most emotional person in the world, and I like to keep my feelings to myself, so that's why I've gotten this diary. Now, I can safely write in it without anybody knowing my business. I hope that this investment will be a good one, and I hope that I can find some solace by writing to you. So, I'm going to start writing down some problems that I have in my daily life, and maybe unleashing my feelings on paper will be better. After all, I don't trust anyone enough to tell them how I'm feeling. I'm counting on you.

Nami

My eyes widened.

What's up with her? When did she, all of a sudden, become this emotional and deep person that had so much to say? Why didn't she trust us? So many questions raced through my head, so many feelings. The dominant one, however, was shock. I wondered why Nami was so intent on hiding everything from us, and, even more so, that she wasn't as shallow as I'd perceived.

I'd had no idea that Nami felt like this. I thought that Luffy had made it clear that she could talk to us at any time. More importantly, I wondered what would help her to stop it. Meditating and thinking about her problems - I'd never seen her meditating or lost in thought or anything spiritual like that. I thought she was a shallow and moody navigator, nothing more. I didn't know that she had problems like this, but I was determined to figure them out, all of a sudden. It was strange, considering I'd never cared much for Nami. But the overwhelming emotion of guilt was a bit consuming. I'd called her a hypocrite for purchasing the diary, when it turned out that she truly needed it. My change in heart towards her was a bit of a foreign emotion, but I still decided that I'd persevere and try to find out what was going on. And she'd never know.

I put the diary back in its respective spot on her dresser, where it'd been before I entered her room, and shut the lights out. Leaving her room, I walked back into the kitchen. Still no sign of Nami. Was she okay?

At the moment, I didn't even care. I couldn't even think about anything except the fact that Nami, snide and cunning, heartless Nami, had a heart and things on her mind that she couldn't even express to the crew. The thought stayed in my mind as I entered the kitchen, where two plates of breakfast were on the table: one for me, and one for Nami. I took my seat and picked up my utensils, picking absentmindedly at my meal.

"Where's Nami?" Usopp asked, mid-chew.

I looked down at my food, as if the answer to the question would be hidden somewhere in it. A look of complete trance overtook my face; I didn't even look up from my plate when I replied.

"I don't know."

Hmm. Well, I hope it didn't stink! I will make this a multi-chapter. :) Thank you for reading!