I am a sucker for crack pairings that make no sense whatsoever.

Nami had paid no attention to him the first time. He never spoke, yet the silence emanating from him was like the ominous calm before the storm. His dark eyes were focused on nothing, and his stature was calm and composed.

She didn't care.

He was a nobody.

Yet, Nami was intrigued. There was no other man like him- no man that looked like him. He was one of a kind.

That single glimpse of him in the crowd was the last Nami saw of him before he reappeared, this time behind a building.

"Wait!"

He didn't reply. He turned and left. Nami ran after him.

He never spoke. But that cocky grin was enough for her. Nami ought to have been irritated by his arrogant composure.

Instead, it drew her in.

He never gave his name. In fact, even after being pressured by Nami's insistent questions, the mysterious man refused to talk at all. Nami was left filling up the silence with her nervous chattering, hoping he would open up.

"I'll... see you around, I hope." Nami said, reluctantly parting ways. He did not say farewell, nor offer a single kind smile. And yet, Nami was mysteriously attracted to this dark figure.

She found his identity by his bounty poster. His bounty was not very impressive- smaller than her own, in fact- but it proved that he had power, strength, something that intensified the allure of his muscled, tattooed body.

Nami met him again, this time on a different island. She casually approached him as if it had not been weeks since they had last met. He didn't seem to care, either.

"Will you c-come with us?" Nami offered hopefully.

No. He shook his head.

"Speak, at least! Let me hear your voice!" Nami pleaded.

No.

His love belonged to another woman. Somehow, Nami knew this. Her heart fell. She had offered her love, and he had refused it with that seductive silence he was damned to bear.

Slowly, the man began to leave, not bothering to glance back. Nami cried out his name desperately.

"Pandaman!"

And still he did not speak.