Special Note: Federal regulations require me to warn you that this next chapter has a scene of a rather...sensual nature. Fortunately, unlike its counterpart on Adult Fanfiction (where I have also posted the story), the scene has been edited for the sake of this site—to prevent any reports or flags, etc.

Meaning that, while some of the vulgar language remains, the scene isn't as graphic (though what's happening is quite obvious, surely) as the original.

If this scene is still too much for you, feel free to pass out. An associate will be with you shortly to provide you with compensation from nasal blood loss.

If you find yourself not enjoying the scene, feel free to skip it until the next line break. You will know when the scene starts.

Also, UsoNa. Not exactly my OTP, but it's definitely one of my fave pairings, and when I had the chance, I took it. Then again, I kind of ship the Straw Hats with nearly everyone, including each other LOL.

Disclaimer: Again, I own neither One Piece nor Naruto.

Voyeur

Meeting Nami and Usopp was—awkward.

Just, awkward.

Hinata Hyuuga had just moved onto this new island a month ago, and had been living in one of its towns for at least half that time. She recently got a job at an inn to work as a cleaning lady. It wasn't the most pleasant of work, but it paid for her own room at the place and for the food supply she was living on, so she didn't really complain.

Ironically, during the week she worked at the inn, the Straw Hat Pirates decided to stop by and stay for a while. Apparently, two of its own crew members had decided to rent a room for the night.

Needless to say, Hinata was pleased. While she wasn't acquainted with all of the Straw Hats, she hoped to see Zoro again. It had been two months since their encounter, and she hoped to display her new techniques to him in a battle.

So, when she heard her manager start assigning her and the other maids before the place officially opened, Hinata immediately shot up her hand.

"I-I will take care of the Straw Hats, sir!"

The old man stared at her for a moment, then shook his head, muttering beneath his bushy mustache. Hinata smiled though, far from deterred.

Unfortunately, there was rarely a spare moment to even glimpse which of the Straw Hats were staying there that night. With how packed the tavern became with men and women in need of drink and food, Hinata felt compelled to help. Sometimes, some people in the tavern did catch her eye—a tall woman with long orange hair, brown eyes, a coy smile, and legs that seemed to go on forever; a rather anxious man with a long nose, dark skin, and curly black hair, but an easy smile when talking to the orange haired woman—but Hinata wasn't able to discern if these were the people she would take care of or not.

She didn't know, at least, not until the next morning.

Room service at the inn was usually eleven in the morning, when guests were more awake and willing to let in cleaning ladies. So, with that being said, Hinata walked toward what must be the Straw Hats' room with a confident posture that didn't betray her feelings.

"R-r-room service," she said, knocking on the door softly three times. "Is there anything you need?"

No answer.

Hinata cleared her throat and tried to raise her voice. "Please, sir? Or ma'am?" Both...?

Again, no answer. Some hint of noise—a voice, in particular—but not much elese.

Hinata frowned and decided to try opening the door—I hope they didn't run off without paying for the night, the manager will not be pleased—only to find that it opened too easily, like the occupants didn't bother to lock it. Curious.

As she opened the door, however, she found that what little sounds were muffled by the door went full blast—sounds that made Hinata blush a furious red. What she ended up seeing made her white eyes go as wide as plates.

"—Ah, ah, God! Yes, please, that! Shit, I'm so close." The orange haired woman tossed back her head and keened, leaning back against a broad chest.

"Fuck, Nami. So good—" The man behind her choked, sweat running down his skin. "Can't—"

Brown eyes opened, and a cat-like smirk spread. "That's it, Usopp. I'm almost there, baby."

"D-don't talk like that," Usopp said, burying his face in her neck. "N-need to concentrate."

Nami laughed, then winked as she arched her back into his chest. "Sorry! Can't help it. It's been—ah," she flushed and then smiled warmly, breathing, "Been a while. I missed you."

After a pause to breathe and get back some semblance of control, Usopp let out something like a growl, "You're damn right, you did!" And, as he wrapped his arms around her, he bit her at the base of her neck—not enough to draw blood, but to drive the point home.

Nami moaned at the sensation, her orange hair going practically everywhere, and she grasped back at his muscular shoulders. Yes, yes, almost—

"U-um..."

...

Nami and Usopp paused all movement and looked to the door, where a bright red maid was standing with fresh towels. She looked at them with wide eyes like pearls—all white, even the pupils—and slowly backed away.

"I-I think I'll come back later," Hinata squeaked, her smile shaky as she turned around—

"Wait."

...Fuck.

She turned back to see them in the same position, but—while Usopp's eyes have widened and his mouth has started to gape open in shock and embarrassment—Nami is smirking. Hinata suddenly feels a pang of fear shoot through her—along with some arousal. (Hey, it's been a while for her too, okay? Last time she had anyone between her legs was, like, six months ago.)

"Lock the door."

...Wait, wha—? Hinata raised an eyebrow, confused.

Nami lifted a hand and curled her index finger, gesturing Hinata to come hither. Hinata suddenly felt her throat go dry, and all the heat rushed to the apex of her thighs. She swallowed. Damn.

"Would you like to join?"

"...Yes, that'll be two eggs, sausage, a buttered croissant, wheat toast, pancakes, bacon, and cheese," Hinata ordered at the diner, her voice rather droning.

"That all?" The man at the register asked, eyebrow raised.

Hinata thought for a moment, then remembered. "Two coffees. One black, one sugar; the other with just cream."

"All right, coming right up."

With her expression flat and her hair looking frazzled under her maid bonnet, Hinata sat at the diner's bar and waited for the takeout her guests had ordered—well, what the woman named Nami ordered from her:

"Since you're not going to join us, make yourself useful," Nami had said, her smirk wide. "Get us some hot steaming breakfast—and not that cheap inn stuff either! The kind of meal that can only be served to kings—"

"—and captains with 8,000 men!" Usopp had intercepted, causing the two young women to give him a look. He'd huffed, even while they were both very much exposed. "Just thought I'd ask."

Hinata sighed, running a hand over her face. Why me...? Why couldn't she have gotten one of the nice Straw Hats? Then she really thought. Wait. They're pirates. Is it possible for them to be nice...?

Just then, someone cried from outside the diner. "Marines!"

Eyes snapping open, Hinata turned to see a rather panicked looking man look frantically around the diner.

"The Marines are coming," he panted. "And they've got the Uchiha boy with them!"

...Uchiha? Her throat closed up, eyes going wider. No. No, he's back in the village. Why would he work for the World Government...?

Either way, it wasn't looking good.

Hinata shot a look to the man at the register. "Change that order to delivery. McGuffin's Inn, room 4."

He stammered. "Uh, that'll be three beris extra—"

She immediately dropped the money on the counter and turned to leave.

Once Hinata was outside and hid herself behind a building, she upturned the hood of her cloak to shade her face, and she ripped at the bottom of her skirts, to make it easier to run towards the docks—if she had reason to.

Once she was able, Hinata Hyuuga ran up the side of the building and stared out at the horizon, where indeed, there were Marine ships nearby. She quickly measured the distance and activated her Byakugan. The Marines were packing rifles, swords, and just looking ready to kill. And the man leading them was—

Her eyes widened. No.

Sasuke stood at the helm of one of the ships, his eyes dark and ominous, and his posture rim rod straight. Rather than a uniform from Konoha, he wore the blue and white uniform of a Naval Officer. But...but that didn't make any sense...?

What is he doing here? Her eyes narrowed. And why are people afraid of him...?

Hinata didn't bother lingering on it. There would be no time for answers if she was killed.

She jumped from the building and, using years of training and fighting in a war that nearly devastated everything she knew, Hinata ran straight for where her boat would be docked, near the back of the island. There wasn't any time to grab what little clothes she had back at the inn—though, luckily, her trademark hoodie was already packed into her boat—so Hinata only had to rely on what she had now.

Unfortunately, while she was heading in one direction, someone else was running towards the other—

"Ah!"

"Oof!"

Hinata grasped her head, shot up on her feet, and continued running, barely glancing at the young man she slammed into. "S-sorry!"

"That's fine," he muttered, barely noticing her as he picked up his gold straw hat and ran for the inn that held two members of his crew.