One-Shots

One Piece: Starving

What if Luffy ate so much because he needed to? What if he would slowly collapse on himself and wither away if he didn't?

Nami simmered quietly in her seat during dinner, watching as Luffy stole food from each of the crew mates' plates one by one, too quick for any of them to stop him.

Once his hand reached for Nami's own plate, the female snapped. "That is it!"

The whole crew jumped in surprise, looking at her curiously. Luffy had withdrawn his hand in surprise and maybe a bit of fear from Nami's tone.

"Are you alright, Navigator-san?" Robin asked politely.

Nami glared, her piercing eyes staring daggers at the Captain. "No, I'm not! You," she pointed at Luffy. "I am sick and tired of you stealing our food just because your own plate isn't enough! I'm sick and tired of having to pay so much for your food bills because you suck so much food into that bottomless pit of yours! From now on, you will eat from your own plate and you will have normal serving sizes like the rest of us! Are we clear?"

Luffy's eyes were wide with horror. "But, Nami-!"

"Are. We. Clear?" Her voice went down an octave, daring anyone to question her.

Luffy looked down, his Strawhat shadowing his eyes. "Yeah."

"Good." Nami nodded decisively and the rest went back to their meals, but it was much quieter than before.

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Days passed and Luffy's new diet remained as Nami had decided, but the crew noticed Luffy seemed to be more tired, less talkative, and wasn't as joyful.

The crew began worrying it was his new diet, but Nami, despite the voice nagging in the back of her head, decided that nothing was wrong and he was just sulking because he couldn't have as much food as he wanted anymore.

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Luffy, for the first time since he'd started sailing, slept in the Captain's Quarters.

Luffy didn't usually, because he felt like he wasn't anymore above his crew and that they were equal. Besides, the young Captain liked the company of his nakama.

For the past week, though, he'd started and the crew was beginning to worry, even Nami.

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Luffy clambered quickly out of bed and threw up in the garbage can next to his bed. All of the food he had been able to consume, though it was small, was deposited into the trash. Small red blotches went with it.

Luffy couldn't keep himself on his feet anymore and collapsed to the floor onto his back, breathing ragged, uneven, and hard. He coughed, blood spewing out. He could feel his innards collapsing on themselves.

His metabolism was way too fast for such small amounts of food. He was made of rubber, he literally threw his body around while fighting. Everything he did contained stretching, and he stretched subconsciously all the time. It wasn't that he made his body rubber by will, he was literally rubber. He burned up energy ten times faster than any normal human, he needed ten times more food than the average person.

His crew didn't know that, he couldn't blame Nami for being annoyed by his eating habits. It did take a lot of money to feed him. Sanji didn't make enough for him, so he had to resort to stealing his nakama's food.