A/N: Hey, it's my first time posting fanfiction to this site. Woot!
Anyway, I originally wrote and posted this on livejournal, in reaction to episode 454. Being such a hardcore Sanji fangirl, I found the episode extremely humilating for my poor obsession, and unfair to his character, making him look weak and overly self-conscious.
I was talking to my fellow Sanji fangirls about it, and one of them (an okama!Sanji and ZoSan fanatic, at that!) mentioned that, if Zoro saw him like this, Sanji better be getting something BIG in compensation. After all, humilation like that should only happen in fic, where people can get their "just desserts" later. I agreed, saying that it should only happen in fic where it can be followed by revenge, hurt/comfort, or sex.
Here's a fic where Sanji gets all three. ^^
More than anything, this was to make myself feel better. No offense to okama!Sanji fans, but even those of you I've talked to agree that this episode was really weird.
This was originally untitled, but since it was written as my own "therapy," there's a title for you now. ^^
RATED M FOR INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING!
Ever since they had found him on Kamabakka Kingdom, Sanji had been subdued about the whole thing. He would take his nakama's teasing with an embarrassed grimace or even a forced laugh, but his self-consciousness was so obvious that even Zoro had stopped finding it funny. The cook had been unable to explain what had made him do it, or why. He had just been… sucked in.
It started innocently enough that night. Franky made an offhand comment about how they had all learned something new from their respective adventures; Nami had upgraded her Clima-Tact, Zoro had defeated another fierce opponent and gained a stronger sword, Chopper had learned more about controlling his Monster Point from the birds, he himself had learned more about cybernetics, and so on.
"And Cook-bro learned some SUPER okama kenpo, so good even came of his trip!"
Franky, of course, had not meant anything by it, but Sanji suddenly went rigid on his barstool. Nami and Zoro noticed instantly and went on the alert, Zoro ready to spring and Nami ready to command him to stop if he attacked. Not that it would necessarily stop him; Sanji was now incredibly fast, sometimes even too fast for Zoro, and he had been less responsive to Nami's whims lately.
But instead of attacking, Sanji slid off his barstool, said, "Usopp's dishes tonight," and walked quickly out of the galley.
"Mahvi!" Luffy called after him around a mouthful, but got no response. He stared after him a moment, then looked meaningfully at Nami.
She sighed, but with more worry than annoyance. "Yeah, I got it."
Sanji was not on deck, so she went into the men's cabin. He was there, laying on his back in his bunk, smoking a cigarette. She walked in and plopped down on the edge of his bunk. "Hey."
He didn't look at her. "Is there something you need, Nami-san?"
She put a hand on his arm. "Yeah. I need to know if you're okay."
His brow furrowed, but he nodded. "I'm fine."
"Really?" She moved her arm to the other side of his body and leaned across him, looking down.
He nodded again.
"You're sure you don't want to talk about anything?"
She sighed in exasperation. "Well, that proves you're still all male; refusing to talk about your feelings." She rolled her eyes.
His eye flicked to her face for a second, then glued itself back to the top bunk.
Nami let a minute or two creep by, then laid down next to him, snuggling up against his side. She felt a shiver run through his body and grinned mischievously. "I saw what you did to those okama after Iva-chan snapped you out of it. You really got them good!"
Her smile broadened as one tweaked his own lips. "I really did a number on them, huh?"
"Oh yeah. I bet they weren't expecting you to get so strong after only a few weeks with them."
He chuckled lightly. "Did you see the one who was stuck through the tree?"
"Mmhmm. And the one that went flying through that iron gate."
"Oh yeah, him. Heh." Sanji blew a proud smoke ring at the memory. "I'd say he had to have gone... at least three hundred meters. But I really got some distance on that one that went out to sea."
"You almost hit the ship!" Nami recalled.
"And then I got a whole line of them, like dominos!"
"And that one that went straight up in the air! With his pants on fire? He looked like a firework!"
They both laughed a minute, and then Nami said, "If only you had used okama kenpo; I bet they would have been REALLY surprised to have their own art thrown back in their face."
She realized she had said the wrong thing when Sanji stiffened suddenly. "Sanji?"
"…Red leg's what the shit-geezer taught me. Red leg is what I'll use." He took a contemplative drag on his cigarette. "They made me faster and stronger, true. But their art is not mine."
"Oh." Nami considered and realized it made sense. After all, Zoro didn't go to one sword only after dueling Mihawk just because he was stronger.
"...What really upset me," he said suddenly, softly, and she quickly turned to look at him, "was that they didn't ask. They just... decided I should be an okama. They just... they just changed me without caring what I thought." He clenched his fists angrily. "And what's frustrating is that I couldn't stop them."
Nami put a hand gently around Sanji's fist. "Sanji, you were alone. And hurt, and scared, and tired, too. And you were just trying to get home when it happened. You weren't at your best, and they took advantage of it." She rolled onto her stomach and wrapped an arm around his chest. "It doesn't mean that you're weak."
He was silent a long time, dropping his spent cigarette butt into an ashtray by the bed and then just staring at the bunk. Finally, he spoke.
"That shitty stand-in queen... she said I had doubts."
"Doubts? About what?"
He didn't answer, just sort of shook his head. He didn't want to tell her.
She had a pretty good guess.
Grinning again, she slipped her hand down his chest to finger the catch on his slacks. He blinked and sat halfway up, staring at her in shock.
"Let's find out, shall we?" she asked playfully, and then slipped her hand into his pants.
"M-m-m-MELLORINE!!!" Sanji exploded, blood spurting from his nose.
Nami giggled and squeezed. "I don't think there's any doubt there, hmm?"
Sanji could only babble incoherently, causing the navigator to laugh harder. Of course, this kind of laughter he was VERY okay with.
She pulled her hand back (getting a moan in protest) and got up out of the bunk. For a second, he looked heartbroken, staring after her balefully. But then she turned around and smiled promiscuously.
"Come and get me, Sanji-kun," she whispered. "If you don't have any… doubts."
Sanji gaped at her, unsure this was really happening. He pinched himself.
This was really happening.
Grinning, he got out of the bunk and took a step toward her. "You're sure about this, Nami-san?"
Her shirt was tossed to the floor in answer.
He was in front of her in an instant, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a long, passionate kiss.
"No doubt in my mind."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! And no, Nami does not just whore herself out when people feel bad; theoretically, there was a lot of liking/wanting going on beforehand, but since I was writing this at almost midnight and had to go to work the next morning, there was no time for indepth relationship development.