Kissing My Heart Goodbye 2

Chapter Two; Not you

"Nami, where's my briefcase?" Arlong called from downstairs.

She sighed and turned from looking in her mirrors to glance at her door. "In the den where you left it!" she called. She heard him call up a thank you before she went back to looking at her outfit. She'd been feeling in a bit of a bitchy mood when she woken up that morning. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that her dreams were plagued with Zoro. She growled and decided this outfit was exactly what she needed. She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. Arlong was having trouble putting his tie on and growled in frustration when she walked into the kitchen. She smiled and walked over to him, pushing his hands away and taking the tie in her own hands. "You know you really should learn how to do this," she teased as she put the knot in the tie.

"Now why would I want to do that when you're so much better, and faster?" he asked as she finished the knot and smoothed out his tie.

"Maybe because someday I'm not going to be around when you need a tie done." She moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "So Buggy's picking me up today?" she asked.

"Yeah, he'll be there around four, do you think you'll be done by then?" Arlong grabbed his briefcase off the counter and poured his coffee.

"We should be, though it all depends on how many people show up, when I signed up yesterday there weren't that many, but you never know," she shrugged and grabbed a mikan from the counter and peeled it. "If it looks like I'm going to run a little late I'll text him," she added. Arlong nodded and grabbed his things. Nami followed him out to the car, eating her mikan on the way to school.

After he dropped her off she found Vivi in the cafeteria with her boyfriend. She smiled and headed to her locker instead of going over there, she didn't want to be the third wheel, though Vivi would never see it that way. She headed down to her locker with a small bounce in her step. She was half way to her locker and still no sign of Zoro or Cabaji; she had a feeling that today was going to be a good day. She opened up her locker and pulled hour her Archeology book and put her bag in her locker. Hopefully her good luck would last until she was done with auditions.

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Zoro walked into class, late as usual and his eyes went to the only reason he came to school. Nami, she was sitting in her seat looking like a bad ass today. He was a little shocked when he saw her and had to do a double take. She didn't look like herself, her usual good girl self. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans that hugged her waist, riding low enough that he could almost see her panty line, and her dark red halter showed off those wonderful breasts of hers but her long creamy arms he loved to look at were cased in a black leather biker jacket similar to the one he always wore. He noticed one of her legs poking out from under the desk and bit his lip at the calf high biker boots she was wearing. Hell even her makeup was dark. She looked like something straight out of his fantasy.

"Zoro, are you just going to stand there all day, or will you take your seat?"

Zoro glanced over at Robin and shrugged moving back to his seat behind Nami. He smirked, unable to resist and leaned forward. "You look good today," he whispered in her ear noticing the way her body stiffened. He loved picking on her, teasing her until he could make that fiery temper come out of her. She was the only girl in school who couldn't stand him, the only one who didn't kind him attractive in any way, at least that's what she left herself to believe. The real truth was that she found him so irresistible that she hated him for it, Zoro knew she felt that way from the looks he would catch her giving him, the small sublet looks she shot in his direction when she thought he wasn't looking. The truth was he caught her every time. He'd never let her know that though…or at least not until it was time.

He leaned back in his chair and laid his head down too tired to even try to stay awake. Sleeping, next to teasing Nami, was his favorite thing to do, he was always tired, and he didn't know why and he really didn't care. The only thing was that he couldn't fall asleep. Nami was wearing some kind of perfume or something and it was driving him crazy. He didn't know what it was but it was acting like an aphrodisiac and he had to fight to not reach out and play with her hair, anything to get that smell on him somehow. He kept looking at the clock willing it to move faster and after what felt like an eternity the bell finally rang. He'd planned on jumping up and running for cover but Nami got up the same time he did and he bumped into her, nearly knocking her over. She would have landed on that luscious ass if he hadn't reached out and grabbed her.

She looked up at him, those dark brown eyes wide from the mini heart tack he'd accidently given her. He couldn't help but smirk. "Sorry," he said, not really meaning it, with as close as she was to him right now, he could smell that perfume and he finally managed to figure out what it was. Mikans and strawberries with the slightest vanilla scent to it. It was intoxicating. All he wanted to do was bury his head in her neck and get lost in it.

"Watch where you're going next time," she growled and moved out of his arms, grabbing her bag.

He chuckled; she was trying to resist him again. "So, I heard that you signed up for the school's play," he smirked, watching her as she tried to calm the fluster. She stiffened only briefly at the mention of the play. "Can't wait to see that one, Sandy fits you well, obedient, innocent, adorable," he smirked.

"You know what Zoro, go to hell." She grabbed her stuff and stormed out of the room. Don't you know Nami, as long as I don't have you, I am in hell. he grabbed his bag off the floor and stalked out of the room.

By the end of the day Zoro was in a slightly good mood for a change. He'd left Nami alone after class, deciding that with what he had in store he could offer her a small reprieve. She was in the auditorium, waiting for her name to be called for her audition. He smirked when her name was called and watched from the back of the auditorium when she moved to the middle of the stage, waiting for her partner's name to be called. The director, Mr. 3 stood up and looked around the room after reading her partner's name. "Roronoa Zoro?"

Zoro smirked and stood up from his seat, noticing the way Nami's body went stiff at the sound of his name. Her eyes locked on his as he walked down the middle row of seats towards her. "Yeah, I'm here," he called out to Mr. 3 as he hopped up on the stage. "Hey," he nodded his head to Nami as he stood beside her.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed as Mr. 3 started the music.

"Auditioning," he replied with a smirk, and right one cue, started singing. No one knew it but Zoro actually had a good voice, he sang his part and looked at Nami, waiting for her to start. Surprisingly she did, and she was better than he'd heard. They put on a little show for everyone who was there and when they were done, were given a standing ovation.

Mr. 3 stood up with tears in his eyes. "That was beautiful, ladies and gentleman, Danny and Sandy,"

Zoro smirked as Mr. 3 tossed them their scripts. "Thanks," he looked at Nami, "so you wanna run lines together?"

She looked pissed. "God you're such an ass!" She stormed off the stage and pulled out her phone. He didn't know who she was calling but he followed her. "Dad? Hey, I know you don't like it when I bother you at work, but I've got a small favor to ask." Zoro could hear the voice on the other line but not enough to identify the voice. "Yeah, I got the part, but the idiot who got Danny is going to need a lot more time to get the lines down then he's going to get for rehearsals…can he come over?" Zoro smirked when she glanced at him. "No, he can drive us…alright see you when you get home…I love you too." She hung up her cell and glared at him. "Let's go," she snatched her bag off the floor and headed for the door. Zoro smirked and followed, tossing his bag over his shoulder.

Once they reached the parking lot she seemed to calm down a little bit. "What's wrong? Done putting on a show for all of your adoring fans?" he teased.

"No, I don't know where your car is," she snapped.

Zoro chuckled. "I don't drive a car," he pointed over to his motorcycle sitting in the back of the parking lot. Nami flinched when she saw it. He'd seen the way she was when Cabaji took her home on the rare days her dad didn't come pick her up, and she apparently didn't like riding them too much. He smirked, "Don't worry, I'm a perfectly capable driver," he whispered in her ear as he walked by her. She groaned and followed him towards his bike; he pushed his bag into the store-away compartment and waited for Nami to put hers in there. She looked at him, to the compartment, and back to him. "What?"

"Do you expect me to cram my bag inside that little thing?" she pulled her bag off her shoulder and held it up. Zoro sighed, it was huge, twice the size of the compartment.

"Shit Nami, what the hell do you have in there?" he asked closing the compartment.

"My books," she pouted when he took the bag from her and climbed onto his bike.

Zoro strapped the bag to the bike in front of him. "How many classes are you taking?" he asked as she climbed on behind him.

"All advance classes, which I still can't figure out how you got into Advance Archeology," she muttered the last part as he started up the bike but he still caught it. He chose to ignore that till later.

"Hold on, okay?" she nodded and put her hands on his waist, holding onto his belt loops. He shrugged and slowly pulled out unlike Cabaji who jerked the bike. No wonder that dumb ass was stuck without a ride so much. He treated the shock system so roughly he had to keep putting the damn thing in the shop for repairs. Nami, who was used to the original shock that Cabaji often did, she gasped and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist when he started to increase the speed of the bike. He was sure that not having a helmet also made her nervous but Zoro had been driving motorcycles since before he was even legal to drive them and he'd never had an accident. The truth was, she was safer with him then he was in the back seat of a police car. When he pulled up to a stop light he looked over his shoulder at her. "I'm going to need an address here princess,"

She glared at the pet name he'd given her a few years back. "1618 Kokoyashi Drive," she told him as the light turned green again. Zoro nodded and sped off for the part of the city that was all big fenced-in houses and fancy cars. It didn't surprise him in the least that Nami would live in a place like that. He found the house easy enough and pulled into the driveway, shutting off the bike. While Nami climbed off he unhooked her bag and handed it off to her before grabbing his and allowing her to lead him inside. He walked in through the door and let out a low whistle. The place was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside and it was done up to the nine. Plush carpet he could feel through his shoes, walls colored with rich cream colors and held one of a kind works of art that all looked authentic, fancy furniture, and everything was spotless. "The den is on your left, do you want something to drink?" Nami asked.

"Water's fine," he mumbled walking through the doorway to the left of him walking into the den. There was a huge screen TV plastered on the wall, a fancy leather couch and a coffee table that matched all the other wood furniture in the house. Nami walked in and dropped her bag on the couch tossing him a water bottle. Zoro caught it with ease and tossed his bad down beside hers. "Nice place," he complemented.

"Thanks," Nami clipped. She didn't seem like she was in the mood for small talk so Zoro didn't push her. She grabbed her script out of her bag and dug around in his, tossing his copy to him. Zoro caught it and smirked.

"Do you always throw things at your guests?" he asked, slightly amused.

"Only when they're assholes," she opened the script and turned a few pages to the front page. "We mine as well start at page one," Zoro shrugged and opened up to the first page. Zoro tried to concentrate on the words he was reading and tried to put some feeling into it but all he could really pay attention to was Nami. He'd found out her singing was good, but when he watched her run through the lines it was like he was actually watching a performance. She was beyond good; he figured that if she really wanted it, she could have a career on Broadway. "Are you even paying attention?" she asked.

"What? Oh, sorry," he mumbled shaking his head. They'd been at this for three hours now and he really didn't think he was getting any better at it.

"Why did you even audition if you're not going to take this seriously?" she asked, tossing her script to the couch. He smirked and she shook her head before he could answer. "Forget it, I don't even want to know," she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Do you want to run through the songs?" she asked.

He shrugged, "Whatever works for me."

"Alright, follow me," she led him through the den to a sunroom; there was a huge bowl chair and a baby grand piano. She sat down at the piano and pulled the lid up. She reached into the small box beside the piano and pulled out a book of music. Flipping to the first page she set her fingers over the keys. "Get over here; the words are on the music." Zoro sat down beside her on the bench and looked at the music. It was the first song they'd be sinning. The opening song in the movie, he guessed that for the play they'd be singing it all themselves. She played the introduction and started singing. Zoro jumped in with her, following the music so he kept in tune. It wasn't as difficult as some of the pieces he'd sung before, but it was defiantly challenging especially since he was trying to match his voice to Nami's. They finally found a harmony that worked by the time they got to the second to last song in the play. They're big number together. He smirked thinking about how much fun he was going to have when they got to perform that. Hell even practicing that was going to be fun.

A few hours later they were sitting on the couch watching something on TV, Nami had handed over the remote to Zoro and let him choose a channel since she really didn't care for TV so she had no idea what it was. She'd ordered them pizza and the box was lying in front of them two pieces left, and a two liter of Pepsi was more than half empty. "Damn Nami, for a girl, you sure can put away food, how the hell do you keep that figure?" he asked smirking as she reached for another piece.

"I work out on weekends and before school, so bite me," she snapped sitting back against the couch. Nami glanced at him and saw that he was contemplating actually leaning over and biting her but he looked like he changed his mind and went back to watching TV. It looked like a sports channel but the clips changed too much and there was too much sport lingo for Nami to pick up on exactly what was supposed to be going on.

"So do you live here alone, or do you actually have some parents?" he asked glancing over at her.

"My dad works weird hours," she shrugged, "sometimes he'll be home in time to pick me up from school, other times he doesn't get home until ten or later." She sighed and took a drink of Pepsi. "It all depends on how busy he is. Half the time he brings his work home with him."

"What does he do?"

Nami hesitated the fraction of a second. "He's in banking," technically it wasn't a lie; Arlong was in the banking business, he just preferred that he handle his own money. He'd told her he doesn't trust the government. With his reputation, why would he? She sighed and leaned back against the couch and faintly heard the tires in the drive way. "Speak of the devil," she mumbled. Zoro gave her a look and she shrugged, "he's home."

"Ah,"

Nami waited for Arlong to come in; no doubt he'd grill Zoro on school, family, and blah, blah, blah. He did it every time she brought a guy home, hence another reason she still didn't have a boyfriend. Everyone met Arlong or heard stories and was too scared to get close to her. Although, with Zoro that wouldn't completely be a bad thing, hell it might even make him drop out of the play. She smiled happily at that little though and relaxed a little.

"Nami?" Arlong called, she glanced over at Zoro who seemed to go stiff at the sound of his voice.

She smiled. "Den!" Arlong walked in and looked at her, smiling and it slowly faded as he looked at Zoro. Nami looked between them it looked like they recognized each other and were having some kind of conversation with their eyes. "Dad?" she asked.

Arlong seemed to snap out of it as he looked at her. "So, you two are playing the lead huh?" he asked, sitting in the chair on the end of the coffee table, next to Zoro. Nami nodded and shut the TV off. This was it, the big game of twenty questions he would play with Zoro and hopefully he'd never have to see him again. Arlong didn't look at Zoro though; instead he turned and looked at her. "Nami, be a dear and go get two beers," Nami sighed and got up, going to the kitchen.

Zoro watched her leave and the leveled a glare on Arlong. "So, you're Nami's father, no offence but I thought you could only produce ugly kids."

Arlong smirked. "Nami's my adopted daughter,"

"Is that because no woman would willingly go to bed with you?" Zoro asked. He knew he was walking on thin ice. When Nami had brought him home to her place he never in his life would have guessed that her father was Arlong. His gang and the one Zoro was in had a small rivalry going on, and at the moment, he was on the enemy's turf. He wouldn't be surprised if 'beers' was code for something, and Nami was actually off to fetch one of his guns or a knife she could plunge into his chest.

Arlong chuckled and kept his voice low. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing spending time with Nami, but I'm going to warn you right now, if you try to get any closer than this little play requires, I'll kill you." He leveled his eyes on him, giving him a glare that made a shiver run up his spine. "Rehearsals and class is the only time I want you to see Nami, anything else, you're dead."

"Dad, can I have a martini?" Nami called from the kitchen.

"That's fine," Arlong called back.

"How much does she know?" Zoro asked.

Arlong sat back in his chair. "She knows almost everything, what about you, does she know that you're little gang of school friends really are a gang outside of the classroom?" he asked.

Zoro doubted it; if she did there was no way she would have invited him over to her house. His whole outlook on Nami changed. For all he knew she was a part of his gang too. He knew Cabaji was, but he didn't even stop to think that it could be related to Arlong in anyway. He was so stupid for missing the obvious; the black car that dropped her off every morning with the tinted windows, the expensive clothes, the house. Hell he was an idiot for not seeing it earlier. "If you haven't told her she doesn't," he finally answered.

Arlong nodded and Nami came back into the room, holding two beers in one hand and her martini in the other. "Here," she handed one to Arlong and passed the other off to him. "You're going to need to get more, those were the last two," she added sitting down beside Zoro. He slowly opened his, making sure that the lid was on tight enough to ensure that she hadn't opened it and put something inside. "Is something wrong?" Nami asked, noticing the glare that Arlong and Zoro were giving each other.

"Of course not dear," Arlong smiled. "How was school?" he asked.

Zoro rolled his eyes. He wasn't used to seeing this side of the man he considered an enemy and was surprised he even had a semi caring side.

"Boring as always," Nami answered. Arlong nodded his head and an awkward silence passed between them.

Zoro decided it was time to get out and get back to a comfortable place. The house he shared with Luffy and the others where he would have their backup if he needed it. "Nami, I'm going to go, I'll see you in class tomorrow?" he stood up and grabbed his bag off the couch, never letting Arlong leaving his line of sight.

"Sure, I'll walk you out," she stood up and finished off her martini, following him to the door. "She opened it for him and followed him out to his bike. Zoro could see Arlong watching them from the window and just to piss that arrogant prick off; Zoro pulled Nami into him and kissed her. When he let her go, she looked at him with shock. "Zoro…"

"See you tomorrow baby," he fired up his bike and took off at a faster speed then he was comfortable with. But damn it he needed to get out of there and get back on his own turf. Well if things weren't interesting before, they sure as hell were now.