Nami always had a good eye for sales, clothes and changes in weather. She could feel deep down in her bones if the air pressure was changing, if the temperature was about to rise or go down. By looking at the sky, she could tell if she was going to need an umbrella or not. Some might argue that that is pretty average (after all, if dark clouds were getting nearer and nearer, that doesn’t leave much to the imagination), but with her it was something more than common sense. It was instinct. Something inside of her screamed “look out for the storm!” even if the skies were clear. And it never, ever failed.
“Nami, come out play with us!” Luffy screamed from the lawn on the deck.
It was a sunny day, and the crew’s loveable idiots were having fun with some water pistols. Usopp and Chopper were blasting Luffy, who was starting to feel a little weak.
“You’re not using sea water, are you?” Sanji intervened, having just arrived with a tray full of little sweet treats that looked just baked.
Chopper and Usopp simultaneously put their water pistols on their back, and Sanji helped Luffy get up. The crew’s captain got instantly revitalized as he caught the smell of the little treats and he extended his arm to put a bunch of them in his mouth. That infuriated the cook, but made Nami laugh from the balcony.
Sanji then acknowledged her presence and ran to her side, taking the rest of sweet treats with him. He got down on one knee to offer his very dearly made desserts made especially for her and Robin. Nami rolled her eyes at his exaggerated moves, but took one anyway. It was almost demential not to try something the cook had baked. Plus, that way he would leave her alone.
She was just taking her first bite when she felt her body tense. She knew what that feeling in her stomach meant. Change of weather. Sanji, too, felt her standing a little different from before, and couldn’t help but ask if she was alright. After all, the well-being of the navigator was something crucial for him.
“I’m perfectly fine” she said, taking a last bite to the sweet treat “Though you may want to stay in today, it’s going to rain.”
Sanji looked up to the sky. It was as clear as it could ever be. He had learned not to contradict Nami, and he knew she was probably right, but he still wondered how she could do that.
“It seems pretty sunny to me” that voice wasn’t his. They both turned around to face Zoro, with his swords on hand, probably about to climb to the crow’s nest.
“Are you implying you don’t believe Nami-san’s word?”
Sanji couldn’t help it. He always tried his best to bite his tongue and not give in to the provocations of the swordsman, but he failed every time. It was beyond his control.
The fight that was about to go off never started. Nami made sure of that, before she hit off to her room. She figured she better be rested for when the rain would hit, which was probably going to be any minute from now. So she waited.
The hours passed by, but there was still no sign of rain. It was driving her crazy. She even thought she was hearing rain for just a second, but it was just her imagination. What was happening? Why wasn’t it already raining? Her instinct had never failed before. Her guts told her, screamed at her, that it was about to rain. Any minute. In fact, it should be raining right now. Nevertheless, nothing was happening yet. She didn’t want to go out to check it, but she was pretty sure the sky was still clear as day. She felt like screaming. In fact, she was about to do so (out of desperation, out of madness) when she hear a knock on the door. She almost jumped at the sound, and her voice sounded shaken when she told whoever it was to come in.
Sanji walked in the room with his usual smile, the one that inevitably appeared whenever he saw the navigator. He had become used to his lips lifting up when his eyes met hers, so used to it that he was only now recognizing that involuntary gesture.
His question surprised Nami. She figured he would ask about the rain, the rain she promised would be, the fucking inexistent rain. Instead, he asked for her well-being.
“Do I look that miserable to you?” she asked him, her tone a little more bitter than she intended to. Still, she didn’t apologize.
“You never looked miserable to me” Sanji looked startled “You never will.”
Nami left out a sigh. “Here we go again with his nonsense”, she thought, still his words made her heart feel a little lighter. They made herself feel a little better.
“I don’t understand this” she finally spoke, letting it all out “My predictions never fail. Never ever.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t possibly know. I’m starting to not know it, too.”
Sanji thought she didn’t make any sense, but he didn’t want to interrupt her vibrant thoughts. They came out of her mouth almost as if there were out of control, rapidly and vividly. It was starting to worry him how she could speak without almost breathing when she stopped and took a long breath.
“We’re just avoiding the inevitable. If you say it will rain, it will. Just give it time.”
“Sanji, this is not like when my period is late!”
She didn’t mean to raise her voice, and she definitively didn’t mean to say that out loud. Redness started to tint her cheeks, but seeing Sanji’s the same color as hers made the embarrassment more bearable.
“C’mon, I’m sure it will do you some good.”
“I swear if I see the fucking sun again I will-“
“The sun must already be setting” he interrupted her, and offered his hand to her “Trust me.”
“How dare he play the trust me card?” Nami thought. She could not refuse, or it would mean that she didn’t trust him; but she also didn’t feel like going outside. Letting out a sigh, she jumped out of bed and took his hand.
“You owe me at least a thousand beri for this” she said, when she felt his mind escape to one of his fantasies.
They walked to the deck together, just as the sun was starting to disappear completely.
“Looks like we missed the sunset” Sanji couldn’t help but say, his hand still on Nami’s.
“You should be thankful for that, or I would have ripped your head off already. You and your stupid romantic scenarios.”
“So… you think that’s romantic?”
Nami didn’t know if he was stupid or brave enough for saying that, but she let it slide. He was just trying to get her back on a good mood. Plus, she already knew him well enough to actually tolerate his out-of-place out-of-time comments.
“Okay” she sighed “we’re here, Luffy’s here, Usopp is here… I see Chopper around, too. Do you know what’s not here, though? Rain.”
Sanji was about to reply when he felt something landing on the back of his neck. It was liquid, and it was so cold if made him shiver. Then, he felt it again, this time on his hand. It was water. Raindrops.
“Do you want to check again?”
“I…” Nami had to stop when a raindrop landed on her nose. She shook it with her free hand, and in that two-second span the sky turned black like a perfect storm. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp hurried to find shelter and nearly ran them over as they passed by them, but they were too mesmerized to notice. Nami was looking at the sky, and Sanji was looking Nami. When she turned to him, her orange locks already soaking wet, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“That is perfect timing. How did you…? You didn’t know, did you?”
Her brown eyes looked almost black in the fading lights, and she sounded so blissfully surprised that Sanji’s heart felt like it was sinking. And he felt a little braver than before, a little more courageous. Was it the rain, or was it just her looking at him like she was discovering something she never knew before?
“Maybe I’m a weather wizard too.”
“Maybe you are” Nami paused “Have you ever had a kiss in the pouring rain?”
The change of topic totally startled Sanji. For a moment, he stood there, frozen and soaking, unable to open his mouth to speak. Then, he felt Nami’s hand tighten onto his.
“Me neither” she said, and her lips curled up in a feline smile that Sanji knew was sign of no good. She walked closer to him, until they were only millimeters apart. She then rose on her toes to reach his face, and caressed his right cheek before placing a small kiss there. Then she ran, laughing histerically, and Sanji could hear her voice saying to the others that she was right.
Sanji stood there for a couple of minutes, in the middle of the storm, with the ghost of Nami’s lip on his cheek.
I hadn’t logged into tumblr for the longest time and I almost had forgotten how to use it. Anyways, I know I’m late into the Sanami week this year (mainly because I’m having a crazy week, a crazy month and pretty much a crazy life lately) but I will try to write as much as I can if inspiration comes to me! This was completely improvised but I don’t think it turned out to be so bad. See you soon! (hopefully)
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