ʀᴜʙɪᴇꜱ - ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ

『2』

⤿ Many years had passed since the fateful day when Ami and Nami joined the Arlong Pirates. In the time that followed, their lives had become a grueling and torturous existence, marked by hardship and suffering. 

Each day brought new challenges, and their dreams of freeing Cocoyashi Village from Arlong's grip seemed distant and unattainable.

Yet, Ami and Nami endured, saving up every bit of money they could scrape together, inching ever closer to their ultimate goal: buying back their beloved village from the tyrannical fishmen who had held it captive for so long. 

Ami had grown into an astonishingly beautiful person over the years, his shoulder-length orange hair framing a face with fair skin, pink lips, and delicate features. 

His physique was nothing short of perfect, and at times, his appearance could easily be mistaken for that of a girl. Nami often playfully teased him, claiming that he was even prettier than her on occasion.

However, Ami possessed more than just striking looks. He had mastered the art of seduction, wielding a gaze that could make almost anyone succumb to his desires. This newfound skill allowed him to acquire whatever he wished for, and he used it to his advantage whenever necessary. 

With Nami by his side, the duo became an even more potent force, a dynamic combination of beauty and charm that made them a formidable and mesmerizing team, capable of navigating their tumultuous world with ease. Double trouble, indeed.

Within the marine boat's lavishly decorated interior, Ami and Nami found themselves standing near a large window, their expressions deeply contemplative. 

Around them, the ship's other occupants reveled in the festivities of the grand ballroom, their laughter and chatter blending with the soft strains of music that filled the air.

Ami's voice broke the hushed atmosphere as he leaned in closer to his sister. "Are we truly going through with this, Nami?" he inquired, his tone laden with a mix of caution and determination.

Nami met his gaze, her resolve unyielding despite the circumstances. "Of course, but we must be swift and cautious. We can't afford to attract any undue attention or raise a bounty," she replied, her voice a mere whisper, mirroring Ami's discretion.

Ami nodded in agreement, the weight of their covert mission pressing upon them as they continued to peer out at the vast expanse of the ocean. The melodious strains of the music played softly in the background, adding a touch of tranquility to their otherwise clandestine endeavor.

Their contemplative moment was suddenly interrupted by a soft tap on Ami's shoulder, causing him to startle. He turned to face a young man who stood before him, his demeanor a mixture of nervousness and eagerness. 

"Miss, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" the young man asked, directing his request toward Ami.

Nami couldn't help but stifle a quiet chuckle at the sight of the young man mistakenly addressing her brother as "Miss." 

Despite the amusement, Ami remained composed, nodding subtly while simultaneously exchanging a knowing look with his sister.

Nami swiftly grasped the intent behind Ami's gesture, recognizing that her brother was creating a diversion, allowing her the perfect opportunity to discreetly investigate the ship.

As Ami gracefully swayed on the dance floor with the young man, he kept a discreet watchful eye on his surroundings, scanning for anything that might appear suspicious. His movements were fluid, and his posture remained elegant, masking the underlying intention of his dance.

Meanwhile, the young man couldn't help but find himself captivated by Ami. His gaze seemed irresistibly drawn to Ami's striking beauty, and he struggled to maintain a conversation as his attention wandered.