Chapter Thirty-Two: Nami

Nami kept a hand on Vivi's forearm as they followed Miss Nico down to the west gym, following the announcement of the cancellation of classes for the afternoon. Vivi was already trembling at the news that Kohza had been deemed the Nefeltari heir. She was barely maintaining a neutral expression and Nami knew that if Vivi did not get a hold of herself, she would alert the rest of Baroque Works that she was the real heir.

Nami wondered if that was the true purpose of this charade. Because it was a charade. Even Miss Nico could see it. She'd eyed Nami very suspiciously until she'd made her announcement about Kohza. Maybe Nami should have made some shocked expression at the news that Kohza had been identified, seeing as she was supposed to be investigating the students. Oh well. Too late now. Besides, Vivi was shocked enough for the both of them.

Nami saw the west gym coming up and felt Vivi's pace speed up. Nami dug her nails into the girl's arm hard; Vivi was losing it quickly. Vivi exhaled sharply and looked in wide eyed panic at Nami. Nami shared a look with her that she hoped conveyed that Vivi needed to get a hold of herself.

The message must have been delivered, because Vivi's pace evened out and she took a deep, cleansing breath. Finally, Vivi's game face was back in place. Still, though Nami wasn't digging her nails into Vivi's arm anymore, she did pull back on her arm until Vivi was walking behind her and in front of Law.

Damn that Law. She didn't need him right now. She could feel his gaze on her, analyzing herself and Vivi no doubt. He hopefully would keep his mouth shut for the time being about the things he observed. But who knew? Law excelled at doing things that pissed Nami off, so chances were poor.

Nami followed Miss Nico through the gym doors and paused for a moment to take in the scene. It wasn't as bad as she'd feared, but it was still pretty rough. She reached back and took hold of Vivi's hand before stepping through the door and letting Vivi see.

Kohza was beaten pretty bloody, but he was still managing to be on his knees. The gym teacher was kicking the boy repeatedly in the stomach as the rest of Baroque Works watched on. And then there was Crocodile, standing closest to the beat down, arms crossed and grinning maniacally.

Vivi squeezed Nami's hand hard, but remained for the most part composed. All Nami could detect in alteration of her manner was Vivi's breathing quickening. Nami gave the girl one more look, this time one of reassurance, she hoped, and then went to stop the blood bath.

Nami made her way through the swarm of Millions and Billions, and finally through the Numbers and Weekdays. When she broke through to the center of the crowd, she walked straight to the gym teacher and punched him in the back of the head as hard as she could. She'd gotten a good deal of her strength back so the punch was solid and made the tubby man stumble a bit and trip. He looked up at her with blinking eyes for a moment and Nami smiled at the fact that she had probably made him see stars, before he glared at her and stood up for a fight.

"That's for making me participate in gym," Nami snapped. "Fucker."

Crocodile laughed heartily. "I told you, Mr. Four, that this one is not to be trifled with."

Mr. Four had a disgruntled look as he realized that he was not allowed to beat Nami back.

"What's the big show for?" Nami asked Crocodile. "Did he finally do something stupid enough to piss you off?"

Crocodile smiled cruelly. "Have you not heard? Dear Kohza is the Nefeltari heir."

"Bullshit," Nami declared. "I went through all of the records of the boys myself. This little dirt bag is just that: a dirt bag. He comes from a pair of crack addicts that sold him off for more dope. He's been in and out of foster homes since he was three. He's not even worth the time you spent beating him."

"Shut up!" Kohza spat, though rather weakly.

"The truth hurts," Nami shrugged. "He has about as much of a chance of being the Nefeltari heir as I do."

"Ironic," Crocodile returned, "considering he was found altering your records so that you would appear to be the Nefeltari heir."

Nami kicked Kohza in the leg. "Moron."

Crocodile still smiled cruelly. "The question remains, why would he change someone else's records, if not to hide something in his own past?"

"Look, if you want his data file, I'll give it to you," Nami assured him. "But as for why he did what he did, I can only speculate that he did it because he knew that Miss Wednesday and I had a crappy report to give to you, and he wanted to push the blame off of Miss Wednesday."

"And why would he do that?" Crocodile pressed.

"I thought it was obvious," Nami stated. "He's head over heels in love with her."

"Shut up!" Kohza spat again, this time with more vigor than before. He tried to swat at Nami but she simply side stepped away from him.

Crocodile laughed. "Yes, that is rather obvious. But tell me more about this crappy report."

Nami waived Vivi over to join her. Vivi did as she instructed and stood next to Nami, studiously ignoring Kohza.

"We have not found the Nefeltari heir in the entire school," Nami answered. Crocodile lost his smile. "Either that twat Bon Clay was wrong about the uniforms—"

"Insolent girl!" Bon Clay yelled. "Of course I was right!"

"—or the Nefeltari heir was never in this school to begin with," Nami continued, ignoring Bon Clay's rant. "That's the answer we came up with."

Crocodile sighed deeply. He was angry, Nami thought. Probably livid. But where Arlong had shown every emotion on his face, Crocodile was careful to only show the emotions he wanted to be seen. And right now, it seemed that he wanted to appear calm.

"I see," he finally said. Nami was waiting for him to make a decision. He was either going to believe them or he was going to call their bluff. Chances were that he was going to believe them, but Crocodile was pretty hard to read.

"It seems that I will have to go back to my main informant regarding the tip I received about the Nefeltari heir being in this school," Crocodile decided. "If the buying of the uniforms was in fact a ruse, then I have to entertain the idea that there is a leak in my organization."

Nami felt the air in the room go tense. She had no idea what the big deal was. So there was (supposed) leak in the organization. So what?

"You're new to Baroque Works," Crocodile observed. "You haven't seen a cleansing before."

"What's a cleansing?" Nami asked. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like the answer.

"It's where I personally go through my organization, person by person, and find the leak," Crocodile answered. "Along the way, there are usually casualties for crimes committed against the organization."

"Is the body count really that high?" Nami asked.

"I usually lose about ten percent of my forces," Crocodile replied. "It seems that I will be needing to borrow you from your boss indefinitely."

"Fuck me," Nami muttered.

"Oh, I intend to," Crocodile assured her. "Abundantly. Prepare yourself, little Cat Burglar. For the moment, though, get this trash out of my sight. For his indiscretions, he deserves to die, but for that he is useful to me still that I will let him live. For now. But if I were him, I'd make sure not to cause any more waves in the near future, lest I change my mind."

Nami shrugged and went over to pick up Kohza. He had finally passed out from either blood loss or pain and was lying still on the floor. Nami tried hefting him up with Vivi's help, but Kohza was too much for the two of them. Finally, Law came over and took over the job from Vivi. With Kohza mostly supported by Law, Nami could help drag the invalid out of the gym.

Vivi got the doors for them and they made their way to the nurse's office.

"We need a nurse!" she cried as she snapped open the door to the infirmary. Nami and Law followed into the room while Vivi let loose some of the panic she'd been keeping well hid. "Please, help him!"

Kohza was put on the first infirmary bed. The old woman who headed the nurse's office came over and looked over the patient. She hummed deep in her throat.

"This is worse than yesterday," she muttered. "This one is lucky to be alive. Ya happy?"

"Can you help him?" Vivi asked desperately.

"I can make sure he survives," the nurse confirmed. "But he'll be in rough condition for several weeks."

Some of the panic fled from Vivi's face and she fell limply into a chair and let her face drop into her hands.

"You there!" the nurse snapped, pointing at Law. "You're Water's boy, aren't you? Give me a hand. Get some bandages and peroxide and start cleaning the superficial wounds."

Law sauntered off, admittedly not very hastily, in the direction of the supply closet. Nami, spent from helping carry Kohza across campus, went over to the next bed over and sat down. She looked down to see the tiny deer from the day before hiding under the bed. Chopper wasn't it? She smiled at him and patted the bed next to her.

"Why is there a deer under the bed?" Law asked as he came back with some bandages.

Chopper jumped out from under the bed and over onto the bed that Nami sat on. He crowded behind her, peeking from behind her left shoulder.

"Your butt is showing," Nami giggled, poking him in the rear for emphasis. Chopper plodded on the bed until his other half was better hidden. Nami reached her hand up and patted Chopper's head. "He's tame. Don't worry about him. What about Kohza?"

"He's got some internal bleeding that I can't take care of here," the nurse told them. "He'll either have to go to a hospital or a clinic like the Flevance Water Clinic for that. Other than that, he's mostly just gotten the shit beaten out of him."

The silence hung heavy in the room.

"I don't suppose I should ask what happened to him," the nurse guessed.

"No, you shouldn't," Nami agreed. "We'll take him to Flevance Water Clinic. Trafalgar's father will take care of Kohza. Just how we're supposed to get him there is a huge problem. Any idea's Vivi?"

Vivi looked up, on the verge of losing it again, this time to tears. "I don't know."

"Ambulance?" Law suggested.

"Crocodile said no waves," Nami disagreed. "We've got to find someone with a vehicle."

The nurse sighed heavily. "I won't ask, and you kids probably don't deserve my help, but you can put him in the back of my truck. Ya happy?"

It was a lucky break. One they sorely needed. The nurse gathered up her things and led the way down to the faculty parking lot. They put the unconscious boy Kohza in the back of the truck and the two girls rode in the back with him along with Chopper. The Law rode in the truck to give directions.

At the clinic, Law and Vivi carried Kohza into the clinic while Nami stood outside and thanked the nurse.

"Don't thank me," she insisted. "Just don't come to me when you're in trouble again. I won't help you. You lot deserve what's coming to you for your dealings with Crocodile."

"I suppose we do," Nami lamented. "But thank you anyway. Kohza may not be guiltless, but in this particular case, he was the innocent party."

Chopper leaned over the side of the truck bed and poked Nami with his muzzle. Nami turned to him and scratched his head affectionately. The little deer seemed to sigh contentedly.

"It's strange," the nurse said, watching the two of them. "Chopper usually doesn't like anybody. But he seems to like you."

"The feeling is mutual," Nami replied. "I think he's adorable. And quite smart. You can see it in his eyes that he's intelligent."

Chopper stiffened underneath Nami's hand.

"Aye, that he is," the nurse agreed. "But not smart enough to know better than to like a yankee girl like you."

Nami chuckled. "Even the best of us have faults."

The nurse harrumphed and turned away to get back into her truck. Nami gave Chopper one last affectionate pat before stepping away from the truck. The nurse pulled away with Chopper hunkering down in the back.

Because she knew what waited for her back at the orphanage, Nami chose what she thought to be the lesser of two evils and went into the clinic to check on Kohza. Dr. Water was working on him while Law, who had shucked his school uniform for a pair of scrubs and a mask…assisted? Was he really assisting? Law was a thug, not a doctor. Right?

Nami went over and sat next to Vivi. The girl had recovered herself enough that she wasn't crying anymore, but she looked overwhelmingly distraught. Nami didn't know what to say to comfort her; in fact, the only thing she could think of was to remind the girl of what lay at stake.

"You need to go home," Nami spoke under her breath to Vivi. "Being here only puts a spot light on a part of you that you don't want seen."

"Easy words to say," Vivi replied in the same hushed tone. "You aren't the one sitting here wondering if the boy who has been you're everything since you were five years old is going to make it."

Nami sighed. "You're right. I'm not. But a few weeks ago, I stood on the sixteenth floor of a building that no longer exists and watched a boy who had become my everything over the last few weeks take a bullet in the back."

Vivi's eyes swung to her. "Luffy?"

Nami gave a curt nod. "He was bleeding to death in front of me and the only thing I could do was to threaten my former boss with bodily harm to myself to save my friends. I stood with my back to him as the others dragged Luffy into an elevator, and I didn't know if that bullet being shot into him was going to be the last time I ever saw him."

Nami paused and swallowed hard.

"The point is," she spoke rawly, "that I did what was necessary to save his life. You need to do the same for Kohza. Crocodile is probably going to start with Kohza and work his way outward. That puts you near the top of his list, and he's looking for incursions. You need to go home and make sure your background is solid. If he gets wind of anything weird in your background, I don't doubt that he will come after Kohza to get to you. And right now, Kohza can't defend himself."

Vivi shuffled uneasily in her chair. "Everything should be air tight."

"'Should' is not an option," Nami reminded her. "Make sure it is. I'll watch over Kohza, since we'll both be in the orphanage. Remember though: Kohza will only be on Crocodile's radar if you give him a reason to be."

"I understand," Vivi relented. Slowly, she got back to her feet. "I'll go make sure that my background is airtight."

Nami pulled out her cell phone and waved it at her. "I'll call you with any news."

Vivi nodded in agreement and left the clinic. When Nami returned her gaze to the invalid and his caregivers, Nami saw that Law was staring at her and by the crinkle of his eyes, probably smirking underneath his mask.

She gave him the finger.

After about an hour, Dr. Water seemed to be done with Kohza. The blonde was still unconscious, but his face wasn't contorted in pain anymore. Dr. Water, followed by Law, came over to talk to Nami. She looked up at him and saw that he looked dissatisfied.

"Well, I took care of the internal bleeding," Dr. Water told her. "But he's going to be laid up for the next several days. If possible, he should take the next week off of school. We'll keep him overnight. Oh, and I gave him an extra strong sedative in case he tries to pull a disappearing act, like you did."

Ah, so the doctor was still a little sore about that.

"I'll let Crocodile know," Nami responded, standing from her seat. She intended to head back to the orphanage and mentally prepare herself for the fucking to come, but Law grabbed her arm. She gave him a look of death but he still did not let go.

"Let's talk," he suggested, though the look in his eye said it was not a suggestion and was more like a requirement. Nami sighed heavily.

"About what?" she asked irritably.

Dr. Water gave them a questioning look. Law looked at his father arrogantly.

"She's my girlfriend," Law told him. Dr. Water did not look happy about the news. In fact, he looked rather upset. That seemed to make Law happy. Just what kind of shitty son was he?

Dr. Water took the hint and went back over to Kohza to check on him. Law yanked on Nami's arm and pulled her through the door that led to the family's house and then up some stairs. Nami remembered making this trip once before, though hazily. She'd been in a state of panic when she'd escaped the doctor's care. Law didn't stop pulling her until they ended up in Law's room.

"We're gonna fuck," Law told her, pushing her at the bed. Nami collided and fell onto it. When she tried to get back up, Law was pushing her down again. He'd shucked his scrub top and was actively trying to remove her uniform. Nami pushed at his chest with one arm, but he was much stronger than her.

"What the hell is your problem?" Nami snapped at him as she kicked him.

"You need to be reminded of who you belong to," Law answered. He'd succeeded in removing her uniform for the most part and was now working on her underwear. "That fuck Crocodile thinks he owns you, but he doesn't. That kid that you said you liked better than me, he doesn't own you either."

"Neither do you," Nami pointed out, still trying to get away from him. Sex with Law last time had been rough and painful, and she wasn't in the mood to put up with it, especially since she was due for more of the same when she got back to the orphanage. "You didn't pay a hundred million berries for me. It was Do—it was the boss."

"Yeah, well I own you when he's not around," Law remarked. "Now quit fighting, or I'll hurt you."

Nami didn't want to quit fighting, especially since she knew she was in for a rough time, but Law managed to get her pinned to the bed and all of her clothes off, so she really had no more she could do. Well, that wasn't true. She could have spit in his eye. But she didn't think that would get her anywhere so she forewent that.

Law held her wrists up above her head with one hand and the other positioned himself against her. She braced herself against the upcoming intrusion, but it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. For whatever reason, her body was ready for him. He slid in with no difficulty.

Law must have been waiting too long, too. He lasted only five minutes. Yeah, he was rough and hit her cervix a few times, but he seemed like he couldn't hold out for very long. Nami wondered at what made him so easily sated.

"Do you get it?" Law asked between pants. "You belong to me, when the boss ain't around. You tell that to that fuck Crocodile when he tries to fuck you tonight. You let him know that it's my cum that is lubing you up for him."

"Okay," Nami said blandly. Like hell she was going to repeat any of that and piss off Crocodile any worse than he already was.

"Now get outta here," Law ordered, rolling off of her and pushing her toward the edge of the bed. Nami sighed in disgust and went about putting her clothes back on. Law watched her as he laid idly on the bed in all his naked glory.

"Are you in love with him?" Law asked suddenly. Nami was confused. Love who?

"What?" she asked. "I don't love anybody. Love is a useless emotion."

"Love is an uncontrollable emotion," Law replied. "You can't help who you fall in love with."

"Yes you can," Nami argued. "Don't get close to people and you won't fall in love with them."

"How's that working out for you and your little friend?" Law inquired.

"Who?" Nami asked, slipping her shoes back on. Law was probably talking about Sabo again. Well the joke was on him. Nami didn't love Sabo.

"That black-haired kid who you almost got killed."

It was the first time someone had actually said it to her face. Someone accusing her of nearly killing Luffy by association. Rather than guilt, Nami felt resignation at the accusation.

"I probably like him better than anyone else, but I don't love him," Nami half-lied. She did love him, very much. But not in the way that Law was indicating. She'd love Luffy forever, probably, but loving someone and being in love were two completely different things. "Why do you care?"

"He can be used against you," Law pointed out. Nami didn't know whether Law meant Donquixote would use Luffy against her, or that Law would.

Probably both.

"I know," Nami shrugged. "But it's his choice as much as mine to associate with me. I'm not going to worry about the consequences if he's not."

That was an outright lie. She did nothing but worry about that.

"You've got a good poker face. Remind me never to play against you," Law commented. "That boy, he's a strange one. He's not balls out in love with you like that blonde guy is, but for a second when I kissed you, he had a look of menace on his face that was pleasing. I think it'd be interesting to fight a kid like him."

"You're a kid too, jackass," Nami spat. Truthfully, Nami didn't think of Law as a kid—far from it. But truth be told he was only seventeen. Just two years older than Luffy. Not even a legal adult yet.

"How many people do you suppose he's killed?" Law asked nonchalantly.

"I don't know," Nami snapped. "I wasn't paying attention when we were fighting for our lives on the sixteenth floor."

Law smiled, as though riling her up was enjoyable. It probably was.

"I've killed two hundred and three," Law gloated. "Still think I'm a kid?"

"I still think you're an ass," she replied. "I'm leaving. I'll see you Monday."

"You'll see me tomorrow," Law promised. "We're going on a date tomorrow. I'm coming to get you at seven a.m. so be ready."

"No thanks," Nami said.

"No choice," Law told her. "The boss wants to see you."

Nami went cold. "…Fine."

She left before Law could say anything else. In the hall, there was a girl a few years younger than her standing there, looking expectant. Nami paused for a moment before steering around her.

"Are you my brother's girlfriend?" the girl asked as Nami went by.

"Sure," Nami mumbled in reply. Thankfully, the girl left her alone. Instead, the girl went to Law's door and began banging on it rapidly.

"Traffy! Traffy! You have a girlfriend? Traffy!" the girl yelled. Nami was so struck by the girl's behavior that she stopped walking down the stairs. The door to Law's room popped open to reveal Law fully dressed again and looking livid.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Tsu, stop calling me that!" he admonished. "My name is Trafalgar and you're not six years old anymore. You're thirteen; you can say my name properly."

Nami caught Law's eye for just a moment before she continued down the stairs. She'd seen something she shouldn't have, and there would be hell to pay tomorrow.

Who was she kidding? There would be hell to pay tonight when she got back to the orphanage. She should just concentrate on one thing at a time.

When she got back to the clinic part of the building, she grabbed one of the doctor's business cards and taking a snap shot of Kohza before heading out and looking for a bus that would take her back to the orphanage. She walked about two blocks before she sighed and stopped. She might as well get a ride from Smoker since he was following her.

Nami turned around and headed back for the beat up sedan. Smoker looked only a little sheepish at being caught following her. Nami slid into the passenger seat of his sedan.

"I assume there's a reason you're stalking me?" she said in way of greeting.

"That kid you all hauled in there," Smoker deflected. "He gonna be okay?"

Nami shrugged indifferently. "Probably."

Smoker was probably waiting for her to elaborate, but she waited him out. He sighed in irritation, mumbling something about the violence in today's youth.

"Your court date has been decided," Smoker told her, putting the car in gear and pulling out into traffic. "You'll probably get told this at the orphanage when I drop you off, but it's going to be the first of August."

Just about three weeks since she'd been remanded to the orphanage. His prediction from a week ago was pretty accurate. Now though, Nami wondered if she would make it three weeks. Crocodile was in a state and she'd be lucky not to get fucked to death tonight. If she was so 'fortunate' to make it through tonight, there was always tomorrow with Donquixote to worry about.

"Good," was Nami's only comment. Smoker gave her a sidelong glance.

"I suppose I've forever lost your trust," he lamented. "Hell, I guess I never had it in the first place. But I wish you would come to me with your problems the way you did when things got heavy with the Black Cat Gang."

"You're right," Nami agreed. "I never trusted you. And for your information, I only came to you because I thought I had no other choice. Now I do. I don't give a shit about anyone anymore, and it's very liberating not to have someone else's life hanging over your head. Someone wants to kill my sister to get back at me? Go ahead. See if I shed one tear. They want to knock off Bell-mere because I'm an inconvenience? Who cares. I got no more ties to this world and I'm fine with that."

Smoker looked indignant at her flippant feelings about Nojiko's and Bell-mere's lives. "And that boyfriend of yours. He's not a tie to this world?"

Nami sighed in disgust. "He knows the consequences of being around me. If he dies, it's his own fault."

"Is that what you told that kid you dragged into the clinic today?" Smoker retorted.

"He wasn't my fault," Nami shrugged. "He got the shit beat out of him but it wasn't because of me. I just caught a ride to the clinic."

"You always seem to have a shitty answer for any question I give you," Smoker complained.

"You ask shitty questions," Nami responded. "Maybe you should think of asking the right kind of question."

They had finally made it to the orphanage. Nami was already opening the door to get out of the car before it had even stopped. Not to disappoint, Crocodile was standing on the front steps waiting for her. He looked indifferent, but Nami thought his stance was a little more taunt than usual. He was still pissed.

"Answer me this," Smoker called after her. "How does a kid get the shit beat out of him in a school that strictly mandates no fighting?"

Nami raised an eyebrow at him and spoke under her breath, "That's the right kind of question."

As she slammed the door, she saw Smoker straighten in his seat. Good. He was on the right track now. Maybe he'd get lucky and figure out that it was a Shichibukai running the school. For all the good it would do her. Smoker was always so far behind in his investigations that he would likely figure it out after Crocodile had found the Nefeltari heir and left the school.

As Nami approached the stairs to the orphanage, Crocodile smirked at her.

"Very rude of you not to answer his question, Nami-chan," Crocodile told her. She watched as he took a listening device out of his ear. No doubt, he had heard the entirety of her conversation with Smoker. She hoped that her little clue she had dropped went unheard.

Oh, well. She'd know soon enough.

"You want me to tell him the truth?" Nami asked, incredulous.

"You could have lied," he shrugged. "Told him that Kohza fell down a flight of stairs."

"I'll tell him that next time if you want," Nami offered. Crocodile smiled cruelly.

"I'd prefer that there was not another opportunity for him to ask you," Crocodile told her, gripping her arm hard and all but dragging her up the steps. "I'm thinking of sending one of my trainees to visit him."

Nami laughed. Apparently that was not the reaction that Crocodile was expecting. He stopped his rapid trek down the hall and looked at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Would you like to help me choose which trainee I send?" Crocodile asked. Nami rolled her eyes. "No? Not too keen on watching the dishing out of death?"

"It doesn't really interest me," Nami answered honestly. "I don't care either way."

"No? Not even if I send my trainee down there around two-thirty tomorrow afternoon?" he goaded. Nami knew he was looking for a reaction. Nami sighed.

"Seems kind of dumb to send an assassin to a district attorney's office in broad daylight," she stated, deadpanned. "But I'm not a master assassin, so I don't know all the rules. Knock yourself out."

Crocodile resumed towing her down the hall. Surprisingly, though, he went past the office and kept going. Nami was dragged down to a part of the orphanage that she hadn't been in yet. She realized where she was though, as soon as he yanked her into a large room with a bed in it.

"You're going to be sleeping here for the time being," Crocodile announced, shucking his shirt. "Well, actually, there won't be a lot of sleeping going on…"

Nami stared at the bed in resignedly. She didn't want to stay here. She much preferred the room with the girl with the sword who didn't ask questions. Plus, she was going to have to face Donquixote with little to no sleep.

"Get over here," Crocodile ordered, his pants unzipped and slouching on his hips. "I want to fill that bratty mouth of yours."

Nami sighed again and walked over, wondering if Crocodile was planning on trying to see if he could gag her again. Probably. She got down on her knees and released his cock from his pants, where it had been straining. He was standing straight up. Apparently he had been ready for quite awhile.

"You have no idea how angry I am at yours and Miss Wednesday's failure to find the Nefeltari heir," Crocodile told her as she put his cock in her mouth. "But you're about to find out."

He put his hand on the back of her head and fisted his hand there, then shoved her down his shaft hard. Her gag reflex was pretty much non-existent anymore, but it still didn't feel good. With his hand in her hair, he yanked her head up and down jerkily. He didn't last very long, but Nami knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just a single blow.

"Finally, a pleasurable moment in my day," Crocodile praised. "Strip. I want you on all fours on that bed."

Nami did as she was bid. She felt the bed shift as Crocodile climbed on behind her and once again, his hand was in her hair. She had a sickening flashback to when Donquixote had sodomized her. She suppressed a shudder. Crocodile jerked her panties down and shoved in roughly, but due to the state that Law had left her in, Nami didn't feel it quite as much as she probably should have.

"I see that you're ready for me," Crocodile grunted as he began thrusting. "I wonder if your body gets off on giving men blow jobs now, or perhaps its' the rough treatment."

Nami kept silent.

"No witty comeback?" Crocodile goaded. "I'm surprised."

Well, he asked for it.

"Law sends his regards in the form of lubing me up for you," Nami said over her shoulder. "He came inside me right before I came here."

Crocodile's thrusting halted. Nami heard the rustling of clothes and she looked over her shoulder in time to watch the belt come down over her bare skin. She cried out in pain and shock, feeling ill at the memory of the last time she'd been whipped with a belt.

Crocodile whipped her again. "I'd have thought you would have learned this by now, but I will not tolerate such insolence in my organization."

"I don't belong to you!" Nami yelled at him over her shoulder. Tears were stinging her eyes at the pain of the whipping. Crocodile dropped the belt onto the bed and came at her with both hands. She crawled away from him on the bed but he caught one of her legs and yanked her back to him.

Frenzied at the assault, Nami lost her wits and started kicking Crocodile. He did not take to it kindly and picked up the belt again. Finally, after seven lashes with the belt over her bare skin, she gave up fighting and curled up into a ball. She buried her face in her hands and tried to zone out while Crocodile pulled her towards him again.

She was in danger of losing it again when she felt the belt encircle her throat. She started to hyperventilate when the belt tightened. Crocodile yanked her up using the belt until she was flush against him and her face was in front of his. Still smoking his cigar he grinned at her contentedly and blew smoke in her face.

"I don't usually put up with such insubordination, but I have to say, putting you in your place has been truly gratifying," he commented. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can torture you all I like."

Nami felt her control slip. She didn't care. Not anymore. She was done. She only wanted an end to this life. So she did the one thing she believed would truly get her killed. She spit in his face.

The repercussions were brutal. She felt pain everywhere. She just kept telling herself that she was going to die soon and not have to feel it anymore. She felt the belt tighten around her neck once more, and soon the darkness crept into her vision.

'Finally,' she thought as she succumbed to what she hoped to be her death.

A/N: Next chapter we change perspectives again. To our favorite asshole, Trafalgar Law. Stay tuned!