Soul King

Cat Burglar and Pinocchio

"God damnit, you little thieves! Get back here!

"You better run faster Usopp, or you'll be spending the night behind bars!" Nami laughed.

"The.... shoes..... you just had... to have... the shoes....." Usopp said between breathes.

"LEFT, USOPP, LEFT!" Nami hollered behind her. "WAIT, NO, RIGHT!" She said before taking a sharp right at the last minute.

"DAMNIT, WOMAN MAKE UP YOUR MIND!" Usopp cried out, almost tripping on himself before taking a sharp right behind her.

"I'll... get you next time!" The old shopowner exclaimed between breathes, waving his fist in the air from behind them and their snickers.

"Hey, Nami, I think we can stop." Usopp called out to her.

"I think you're right...." She said slowly jogging before coming to a complete stop. "We got quite the haul this time!"

"Yeah, except my stuff's the only important stuff." He replied, snatching the bag from her with a grin.

"Hahaha.... watch it, big nose."

"How creative."

They laughed together for a few seconds that were cut way too short by a silluette at the end of the alley.

"There you two little thieves are! You're not getting away this time! I'm done having to chase after you!" A way too familiar voice spat out.

"Hahaha..hah.. ha... shit." Usopp choked out.

"Usopp....." She whispered, "Put everything back in the bag and make a run for it. I'll create an opening so you can get through."

"Nami..... " He whispered dramatically. "I'm not gonna let you sacrifice yourself like that.."

She turned to face him just as dramatically and looked into his eyes before smiling softly. "Don't worry, it will all work out. Trust me.."

With that, she got up and glared at the enemy standing before them. "You have no where to run. Don't be difficult and just come to the station without trouble." The man demanded.

"Nami... don't do it.... " Usopp said, reaching his arm out.

"Sorry, Usopp, but my time has come. I'll see you on the other side." She whispered before darting down the alley faster than Usopp had ever seen her run. "GyaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" She screamed on the top of her lungs before tackling the officer and knocking him to the ground below them, clearly drawing attention.

"NAAAAAMIIIII!" Usopp hollered, "Make it back alive!" he called out behind him, earning plenty strange looks, the red leather bag swung over his shoulder as he ran.

"Wait! Stop, get off me or I will be required to use for-" He got cut off as Nami's knee made contact with his most vital area.

"Take that, you old prick!" She screeched, bringing her fist down onto his ribs. He gasped for air, finding little. She crawled off him, smiling. "And thank you. " she said, batting her eyelashes as she held a black, leather wallet. "I'll be taking this." she said before taking off down the street the same way Usopp had gone.

"WAIT, NO! Backup! A young girl with bright red hair going dow-... What?!" he asked no one in particular when he reached into his pocket and saw his walky talky was missing.

Nami smiled to herself as she ran down the street with an extra wallet and a new device in hand.

She made her way down the local, littered streets of Los Angeles until she found the corner she was looking for and turned. She took many turns down dark, deserted alley ways and jumped many fences before finding the ancient, molded building she called home. She walked around to the back of the tall building and yanked the door open with a creek. She walked in and made sure to avoid the giant spider web at the entrance that no one wanted to get rid of. She looked around the living room that contained old, stained, and torn furnature, a rusty glass coffee table that was broken in more than one place, an old mat with a weird foreign design covering a majority of the dirty, probably never cleaned in 100 years, broken floor, and a giant chandelier that looked like it was going to fall any second and dressed in spider webs hanging above it all. She walked into the kitchen to find it empty as well. It was a small and extremely old styled kitched with yellow table tops (but more of a brown color from all the dirt) and cupboards, a basic white fridge and microwave, a stove and oven, and basic cooking utensils and magazines littering the countertops. A small, round table and two mismatching chairs seated at it was right outside the kitchen with two coffee mugs sitting on it. One mug was a bright orange with a vibrant green handle. It had beautifully painted tangerines on it and read Cat Burglar on it in a green to match the handle. Usopp had painted it for her as a birthday present one year. It was her favorite mug and probably favorite possesion. The other mug was a pastel yellow and white striped with a sheep painted on it. In orange letters it read Pinocchio. Usopp painted that one too. Nami smiled at the mugs and the memories they shared with her and Usopp every morning. She exited the kitchen and ran up the creaky stairs to find her roomate. She went down the empty hallway, and opened up the last door that lead to Usopp's room. She found him at his desk drawing something in his sketchbook.

"What are you drawing?" She asked, inviting herself in and peering over his shoulder.

"Jeez, Nami, you scared me half to death." He gasped holding his hand to his heart.

She ignored him and wrapped her arms lightly around him and folded them, resting her chin in the crook of her right elbow. She looked down at his drawing. It was her.

"Hmmm.." She looked at it hard. It was of her in a long and elegant sleeveless dress with a slit on the right leg. She was riding a dragon and singing, surrounded by tons of people. Except the people were faceless. Also, meterorites were falling and there were giant babies fighting dinosaurs in the backround. She never understood his artwork. Most people would think his drawings were deep and held multiple meanings, but in reality, Usopp was just weird and creative. He just drew what he thought of, even if it made no sense, even to him. She's known him long enough to understand that much. Or maybe she just understood because she was the same. The same in a different way. She couldn't draw. She could sing. She often sang random songs, whatever was in her head at the time, but sometimes she just sang random words, random words that came up to her on the spot. They made no sense whatsoever at least 90% of the time, but Usopp never commented on the fact. He would even start singing with her sometimes, or start playing the piano or keyboard if it was around. Yes, the two of them loved music. It made them happy. It was what fed them.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of a keyboard. She looked up to see Usopp on his bed, keyboard in lap. "Are you okay Nami? You seem kind of out of it." he asked her.

"Yeah, I'm tired is all." she said with a smile.

"I know what will help." he said as he started to play. "Sing to me"

She smiled and walked over to him, pulling the chair at his desk with her. She sat down in it backwards facing Usopp on his bed and began to sing. Of course, the words she sung didn't make sense, but neither one of them cared in the slightest.