Sanji, Zoro, and Nami. Still don't know the movie's name, hello can't anyone help me.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of it's characters, or the movie I based this fic off of. And I got a few ideas from You've got mail, too.

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Sanji sat quietly on the coffee table. Something he would never have done before, but its not like he had to worry about smudge marks or breaking it. He had his legs crossed, elbows resting on his knees as his hands supported his head. His eyes moving back and forth, watching the man who was looking through his things. Something that he would normaly never let happen, but its not like he could do anything anyways.

A small sigh brought Sanji's attention back to the man. He was currently hunched over, his long curly hair shadowing his eyes, as he gripped a picture frame that was in his hand. Movement came from another room, and Sanji looked up at the young blond lady that had entered the through the hall. Apparently she had heard the sigh too, and had come to see what was wrong.

When she saw him, her expression changed from worry to sympathetic. She approached him slowly and placed a frail, gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Usopp, are you okay?" Her voice was soft and light, making her seem even more delicate. The man looked up at her from his slumped position. He gave her a small, sad smile and placed his darkly tanned hand over her's.

"Yea, I'm okay.." He straighened himself up, and patted her hand gently. "Really, I'm fine Kaya... I just didn't think I would ever be here again is all." His voice had softened a bit, but his smile still remained. Kaya looked him straight in the eye, but didn't say anything. She only responed with her own sad smile.

"Alright.." Silence entered the room, and Sanji felt the need to yell in order to make it go away. He had been living in silence for far too long, he simply couldn't handle much anymore. He didn't say anything though. He knew they couldn't hear him, could see him, hell! they couldn't even feel his presence in the room! He learned too quickly that he simply didn't exist in this world anymore. No way to comunicate, no way to comfort. He felt worthless, and as the silence progressed he found himself turning away from the pair currently inside his apartment.

Another sigh was heard, but Sanji didn't turn. He remained staring at the small rings that decorated his wooden coffee table.

"Kaya, maybe you should go, I mean there's not much to do and I can handle everything else myself." Usopp said letting go of Kaya's hand and looking back down at the picture in his hand. Kaya frowned a bit, worry outlining her features once again.

"I'm not leaving you alone, Usopp." She said. She glanced down at the picture in his hands. "I know you were very close to him, to both of them." It picture had been at Nami's and Sanji's engagement party. Nami was smiling widely, showing off her new ring to the camera. Her eyes shined with happiness, as she was twirled in Sanji's arms. The golden blond man was smiling just as widely as he held Nami protectively in his arms. He was looking at her face, his eyes showing happiness and love.

"Have you heard from her?" Usopp asked. Kaya shook her head, her expression turned even sadder.

"She hasn't talked to anyone, not even her own sister. I'm really worried about her, she's been locked away in her apartment for so long, drowning herself in her work. You know, I haven't even seen her cry since the accident." Kaya couldn't control the tears blurring up her vision. She turned away and quickly tried to clear her sight. This time it was her turn to be consolded, as Usopp placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and held him tight, baring her face in his polo.

Usopp stood a little shocked at the close contact, but recovered quickly and held her tightly against his chest, rubbing her back tenderly.

Sanji shut his eyes tight. He wanted to cry, but couldn't. Apparently ghosts didn't have the ability. He still felt his eyes sting, but no tears would form. He took a deep breath and sighed. He didn't know Kaya that well, she was more Nami's friend then his, and had only met her when she started going out with Usopp. But seeing any lady cry still made him want to do something for her. The thing was he couldn't. He felt useless, not even a waste of space. He didn't exist anymore, and it broke his heart that he couldn't help anyone. Not even his precious love.

Death was the only thing that love could not overcome, and no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn't do any thing for his beautiful swan. His lovely angel, the very reason for his existence. He couldn't even tell her good-bye.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave?" Usopp asked, but didn't let up on his hug. Kaya only nodded, she couldn't seem to find her voice at the moment.

"Well, alright then." Usopp took a small step back and smiled. Kaya loosened her grip and smiled back. "We may as well finish what we started."He continued. He walked back to the small side table where he had left the picture. He picked it up and placed it at the small box at his feet.

After the quiet and embrace, the area seemed a bit brighter. As if a bit of weight had been lifted from their shoulders, and the light just shined more for it. Kaya silently began to walk back the way she came, disappearing into the hall to enter the bedroom.

Sanji went back to his previous position, and he began to follow Usopp's movements again. He relaxed a bit more and enjoyed the lighter atmosphere that had settled in his home.

"They're still here." Sanji tensed up again at the sound of the gruff, deep voice. He instantly became annoyed and turned to glare at the ocuppant of that voice. There stood his biggest nightmare, the man he still blamed for his death. Sanji didn't believe the whole it was your time crap.

The tall, green haired man ignored the look and walked over to the coach. He layed back and yawned, bringing his arms to rest behind his head.

"Hey! Take your feet off my coach moss head!" The man raised an eyebrow, but Sanji could feel his mood darken a bit at the insult.

"It's Zoro."He stated threateningly. Sanji snorted, what was the man gonna do? Kill him? "And its not like it will do anything, I'm not really here, remember?"

"Whatever." Sanji stated, he didn't feel like arguing right now. "Where'd you go anyway?" Zoro opened an eye to look at the blond.

"I still have a job, I can't spend all my time babysitting you." Sanji snorted again, this time a bit louder.

"I'm sure nobodys complaining."

"Whether you like it or not, my job has to be done."

"Yea yea yea, your the grim reaper, I know I know." Sanji rolled his eyes and went back to watching Usopp, who was staring at another picture, this one being of the three at the same party mentioned before.

Zoro gave the blond a light glare, his mouth opening a bit to resemble a growling dog. "Don't you dare compare me to that pansy! Guys just an airhead with a big ego all because some person saw him doing his job one night, he made the biggest mistake in history and thats why he works in hell now. The idiot still brags that he's famous."

Sanji rolled his eyes again, not really paying attention to the red neck brute he met on his wedding day, not that he looked like that now,in fact he looked pretty good in a pair of black jeans and a white long sleeve button down shirt the design of a dragon printed over his right shoulder, but thats how he will always see him, as the trucker man from that faithful day.

"Besides I already told you, I'm a death angel , you would have to be pretty old to look like a skeleton and I'm only 5 centuries."

Sanji sat there now staring at the place Usopp use to be in, not having noticed the long nosed man had moved. His mind was running over the time Zoro had told him that the first time. The day he woke up in the bright room, only two weeks ago.

"Memory"

Sanji stayed frozen where he stood. "What did you just say?"

"That you don't have to worry about that anymore." The green haired man before him still stood with a smirk on his face. Really, the most entertaining part was when they first woke up, pretty much the best part of this depressing profession.

Sanji glared at the man, who was clearly finding this amusing. "No, NO after that!" He was losing patience, not that he had much to begin with.

Zoro crossed his arms and gave a big yawn, ignoring the murderous aura. "Oh, you mean the part where I said you were dead, well yea your dead." He leaned against nothing again, and placed his crossed arms behind his head, eyes closed ready to take a nap.

"What the hell do you mean I'm dead! I sure as hell don't feel dead!" Sanji shook his fist at the man, glaring angerly at him as if he was trying to make the man's head explode with his mind.

"Well how would you know how it feels like after you died?" Sanji lowered his fist as he thought about the question. The greened haired man opened an eye and smirked. "No answer, I expected as much."

The tiny bit of lost anger found it's way back to his demonic glare, eyes practically glowing red now. "Okay, and who are you to tell me I'm dead? For all I know you could be lying!" he yelled accusingly.

Zoro only opened his one eye again. "You know its rude to ask someone that, when you haven't even introduced yourself."

Sanji crossed his arms and scouled, " Fine the name's San-" was all he got out before he was interrupted. "I'm Roronoa Zoro, your assigned death angel."

"Why did you make such a big deal about it if you were going to tell me anyways! Wait. What the hell is a death angel? Thats it your completly insane, just tell where the exist is so I could leave before I lose my patience and kick your ass."

"Heh, I'd like to see you try." Zoro was now standing up-right, and starring into a mirror that had appeared out of nowhere. "Hmm, not bad but not really my style." Sanji stood gaping at the mirror, before looking for the door that the mirror had came from.

"Okay, where did that mirror come from?" He asked the man who was still starring at his reflection. He walked over to the golden framed thing and moved his arm around in the space behind it, feeling for the door. There was nothing there, and all he felt was empty space. It was then that he noticed the frame didn't touch the ground. He slowly slid his foot under it, hoping to be met with glass or something. There was only empty space.

Sanji's face paled and his eyes widened a bit. 'No its just a dream, I have to be dreaming!' he thought frantically from behind the large frame.

"Sorry, not a dream." stated a voice from the other side of the mirror. Sanji's eyes widened more, this time noticing the answer to his thoughts. "What?" he asked while he walked to the other side.

There stood Zoro, now dressed in a blue polo and black slacks, his green hair visible because of the absent cap. Sanji was sure his eyes were gonna pop out now. 'When did he change?'

"Just now, like I said the clothes were okay, but not really my style." Zoro said, watching the blond from the corner of his eyes. He smirked again when he saw Sanji's skin turn even paler.

"This is the worst nightmare ever." Sanji said, his skin so white it almost blended in with his clothes.

"Its not a dream, you really are dead." Zoro was getting tired of this. He just wanted to take the man to heaven so he could finish his work and take a nap.

"Will you stop saying that! Nami! Wheres Nami!" Sanji was frantic, he wanted to see something normal, but the death angel was able to make that request just as unbelieveable.

"Mirror, mirror on the...in the air. Show the witch with the red hair." He smiled at the clever rhyme, while Sanji had his leg raised up ready to kick the angel for calling Nami a witch. He didn't get to though, since he was too shocked by what he saw to complete the comand.

The reflection began to swirl as if it were water, before a clear picture of a building appeared. Sanji was able to recognize it as Nami's apartment complex. The image zoomed in, before showing the image of the red headed girl laying on her coach. She laid completly still, her pajamas wrinkled, her hair messed up, but what worried Sanji the most was the dead look in her red stained eyes. They were missing the light, the youth, the warmth that had always been present. Her fire they use to show was put out, and now the only thing left was a small stream of black smoke that was rising above the ashes. Sanji turned away unable to see it anymore. His eyes began to sting, but no tears were able to be shed.

Zoro watched the man raise his hand to his now red eyes, as if he was trying to rub away the imaginary tears that weren't there. Zoro turned back to the re-swirling mirror, and gazed at his now clear reflection.

"You're not ready to leave, are you?" He didn't recieve a replay. Zoro sighed, he was hoping to be able to just get this done, but what could he do? He couldn't force the man into heaven. Zoro mentally glared at his supieror. Why couldn't he just assign him some nice old people who were ready to accept death? Zoro found himself searching his side to squeeze the hilt of his weapon, but remembered that he didn' t have it on at the moment. Zoro closed his eyes and held out his hands, in a flash of light the case of a sword with a white hilt appeared in his held out palms. Zoro opened his eyes and smiled, placing his precious weapon back where it belonged.

Sanji stood frozen, starring at the blinding white ground desperatly rubbing at his burning eyes, even though he had figured out sometime ago that there was no water present. Zoro sighed, a frown appearing on his face.

"Well, I guess we're going back." That was the last thing Sanji heard before a large stream of silver light surrounded them, engulfing them in its warmth.

"End of Memory"

Ever since then Sanji found it hard to visit Nami again. That image stayed planted in his brain, and he knew there was no way of helping her. Sanji had accepted his death, but had she?

Nami

She found herself laying on her coach again. The laptop resting on the coffee table in front of her still had the little light on, but remained untouched. She was glaring at the screen. Every last bit of work was done, she had nothing left to do but a part of her wasn't ready to sign in to her email account. She knew that once she did, she would be presented with countless unopened mail, all from the same people. Her best friends Vivi and Kaya, her boss Robin, her friend Usopp, her sister Nojiko, but most of all from him.

They would all say the same thing. Sorry about your loss, we're here for you. It was a pretty nice thing to say, but she simply couldn't accept it. She didn't want to cry anymore, and she didn't want people feeling sorry for her either. No, she wouldn't have her friends and family pitying her, she could handle total strangers but not them.

Nami sighed and closed the laptop, thinking it best to just send it tomorrow. There was no hurry anyways, she was already three months ahead of everyone else in her division. In fact she was so ahead, that she had been secretly asking her co-workers if she could do their assignments. The reason was simple, work kept her mind occupied. She knew was only avoiding the situation, and not confronting it, but she just couldn't handle it. Not now.

Nami sat up indian style, and reached for the remote. She turned on the television, which was showing some talkshow, then reached for the half empty bag of cookies on the side table. A small clatter made her eyes move from the tv to the floor. A messed up stack of letters had apparently fallen when she moved the cookie bag. Her sister must have brought in the mail when she visited yesturday.

Nami bent over and picked up everything that had fallen. Her eyes caught onto a postcard showing a picture of the ocean. She placed the other letters beside her on the coach, and turned the postcard over to the other side. She silently read the message on the back.

'Nami,

I sent this on the 21st and you'll probably recieve this on the 23rd. I'm giving you three days to contact me, or else I'm buying a ticket and heading over there. And once I'm there I'm going to pull you off your lazy butt, and demand that you tell me everything from start to finish. I'm giving you until midnight eastern time on the 26th to contact me.

Love, you know who!

It took Nami a while to fully process the message. When she did though, her eyes widened and a nervous frown appeared on her face. She glanced at the calander resting at the bar between the living room and kitchen. She sighed in relief when it sayed the 18th. She relaxed on the coach and leaned against the soft cushions behind her. She began to aimlessly stare at the television screen before something suddenly hit her. If he had sent it on the 21st then how could it be the 18th?

She stood up right and grabbed her laptop, glad that she hadn't turned it off. She opened it and frantically began to search for the date. She almost fainted when she that the date was actually the 26th. She glanced nervously at the time. 9:03

She reached for her house phone only to find it dead, since she unplugged it a few days after...the incident. She sighed and got up to begin her endless search for her cellphone. Aparently the search did have an end, since she found it turned off in the kitchen drawer she had placed it in a week earlier. She turned it on and scrolled down to the number. She hit call and began to impatiently drum her fingernails on the kitchen counter. After the fourth ring the person from the other line picked up.

"Hello.." came a grogy voice. Nami raised a brow at the tone.

"Were you asleep? Aren't you usually awake at this time?"

"Nami is that you..?" The voice seemed a bit more awake now.

"I called like you told me to. What the hell do you want?" She was becoming annoyed, first he sends a postcard demanding she call him, and now when she does hes asleep. Uh! The nerve.

"Huh?..Well you didn't have to call me so early either. Is this punishment for what I wrote? It's not fair Nami since I'm not fully awake yet." He was still sleepy, but he tried his best to sound angry too.

"What the hell are you talking about early, it should only be around six there!" Now she was mad. He had no right to make her sound like the bad guy.

"I know it's six here, I don't have to go to work for another four hours!" Nami raised her eyebrow again.

"Your going to work at ten? Why?"

"What do you mean why, I always go to work at te-hey I can see the sun rise from my window! Wow so cool!"

Nami stood silent for a bit. 'Sunrise?' She glanced back at the tv and noticed for the first time the little clock on the bottom left corner, signaling that it was a morning talkshow. Nami raised her hand over her face to hide her blush, even though technically there was no one around to see it.

Nami couldn't believe it was morning, that ment that she had been working all night. After acknowledging that she suddenly felt a tidle wave of exhaustion hit her. Her eyes could barely keep open, and a loud yawn came out of her mouth.

"Nami?" said the voice from the other line, now fully awake and gaining its usual morning cheer. "Are you tired?"

"No, I just did that for my morning excersises." Nami said, gaining her usual morning grumpiness.

"Oh, okay." came the cheerful answer.

Nami sighed as she lightly held her forehead. "Just tell me what you want."

"Nami, I just want to know how you're feeling?" The voice was now filled with concern.

Nami gritted her teeth. She knew this was coming. "Why! Why does everyone have to ask me that! I'm fine, okay! There is nothing wrong with me, so why won't you just leave me alone!" She didn't mean to lash out on him, but she had enough of the same question. She had enough of the pitying expressions, and sad looks.

"Nami, I'm your best friend, so I'm never going to leave you alone. And your wrong, your not fine because if you were that would mean you never cared about Sanji."

Nami flinched at his tone and at the mention of her deceased fiance. The boy's tone now sounded more like his age, like the 24 year old man he was. It was serious, no trace of the naive or idiot undertone that was always heard.

"Nami, I'm just worried about you. And I know when it comes to death, you tend to ignore it rather then accept. And you end up shutting everyone out in the process. Please don't shut me out Nami, unlike everyone else in your life, I can't drop by whenever I want." His voice was sad, worried, and concerned, making Nami feel somewhat guilty.

Show slowly walked back over to the coach, and turned off the television. She hugged her legs with her free hand, and rested her head on the cushions behind her.

"Will you tell me how it all started?" Nami's voice became softer, almost like a child asking her parents to read her a bed time story. She heard a small chuckle on the other line, and smiled a tiny bit.

"Sure, I'd love to." The voice was happy and cheerful again. "Well lets see, it all started in fourth grade, when my teacher told us we were going to send letters to other fourth graders across the country. I asked her why, and she said that she and her friend from college are going to make a project with their classes. We were each going to write a letter to a student, and then at the end of the year write an oral report about the person we got. She told us to write our letters, and place our addresses on them. Then in a few days responses would arrive."

He sat on his bed for a bit, before laying down and began starring at the cieling. "We gave her our letters, and she placed them in a box, along with her own and sent them accross the country. In a week, I went to the mail box, and got a response." He smiled at the memory. "It was from a girl named Nami."

He heard a small sigh on the other end. "Ever since then, we always sent letters, talked on the phone, or emailed each other. We became best friends, even though we never actually met in person, but nobody in the world could know us any better. We sent holiday presents, and birthday cards. We sent pictures and souviners from where ever we went. And we made a promise to one day meet face to face."

He chuckled and decided to end his story there, since he heard a small snore from the other line. "Sweet dreams Nami." He said quietly. His smile widened when he heard "Night...Luffy." murmered from the other end.

Luffy hung up and smiled. He glanced at the clock from where he laid on his bed. 6:54 is what it read. He looked back up at the cieling, still smiling widely. He decided not to tell her. It wasn't going to happen for another 5 months anyways. 'Don't worry Nami, my promise is going to come true soon. I just hope your not completly gone by the time I get there.'

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