Cat Burgaler

He didn’t however miss the smaller male who’d nearly ran into him, red eyes narrowing as he rubbed his head and image coming to mind of the posters which he’d been shown. Although the turning and running made him sure that it was a member of the strawhats. A grin spreading across painted lips as he realised that the smaller had to know something about what the hell had happened. 

Why else would a stranger run from him? Unless they knew who he was….

The navigator didn’t even need to look behind him to know it was the supernova following him, though it’d make him feel awfully silly if it wasn’t and he was just being paranoid. But even if that was the case Namizou would rather be safe then sorry so he kept his head straight as he ‘ran away’. All seemed to be going alright until he ran into a fork in the path. Like really? This was an alleyway for pete’s sake. Making a spur of the moment decision Namizou went right only hoping that would lead him back onto the main road. 

Sadly since they only docked on the island today Namizou hadn’t actually gotten to map out the place thus he was traveling blind which was one of the most dangerous things in his book. Hearing the foot steps echoing off the walls of the narrow alleyway didn’t help with the males heart beat either. 

Zoe peeked at the orange headed male from beneath lidded eyes before closing her them again. She put her arms behind her head using them as a pillow against the deck of the sunny.

Annoyance only raising Namizou replied curtly, “I don’t know, maybe you could do your dirty, smelly laundry.” Looking down at the woman’s cloths it was obvious how dirty and tattered they were.

‘Yeah, sure-’ Namizou thought, usually he’d have no problem voicing his opinion but he didn’t feel up to arguing about it. 

“The situation is truly weird and utterly complicated. "  he agreed out loud. He was glad that at most times when he arrived here, the rest of the crew seemed to be absent.

Remembering that Sanji hits on his female counterpart definitely wasn’t helping Namizou’s poor mental state. “Why do you two do that anyways? It’s so awkward ya know. We already know we look awesome we don’t need you’re drooling on the side.”

"Sure it's weird seeing you as a man but I've kinda gotten use to you. I haven't really thought of the other members or your crew, ya know?"

It was simple as that. For the most part Namizou already found the male before him to be strange enough. Saving himself from gaining an unwanted head ache he never paid any mind to the other versions of his crew members. But now that Sanji brought up his relations with his captain it was all becoming more real.

“Not saying I wouldn’t like to, though. There’s plenty of things you could see besides the bad, too.” Sanji could take him to the festivals, or even just down to the rowdiest pub in the shady part of town. They could knock back some drinks, punch a few suckers, and cheat madly at cards. 

But Namizou was being watched 24/7 now, especially with the marriage on the horizon. He frowned. He knew his prince was getting frustrated and cooped up being stuck in the palace constantly, but there was only so much he could do.

He knew Sanji was right. If his father caught them he'd be dead. Well.. Theoretically in his case probably not for Sanji. But how else could he get out? 

If he could get out on his own.... He might just be able to get Sanji to show him around. Letting the thought roll around in his head for a while longer Namizou nodded. 

"What if- I got out on my own. Would you show me around?" Namizou asked proposing the first part of his plan. "And before you say anything about being thrown in jail, if they find us just act like you were dragging me and say you found the lost prince and was trying to bring me back." 

"I know it’s hard for you right now, but it’s harder to be out there. Trust me, I know." Their resources were currently under siege by the very kingdom whose princess Namizou was set to marry in the name of diplomacy, which meant even more supply and starvation running rampant in the streets.

Sanji recalled the day the palace chef had stumbled across him sneaking bread from his previous place of employment, a small cafe downtown. He’d kicked the shit out of him, then asked if he needed food. He’d been working in the palace since, never going hungry, never stealing again.

Just how does the man expect him to reply to him when he gets all depressing and shit. Yeah, he didn't know what it was like. Yeah, they probably did have it harder then him, living wise. But did those people have the lives of hundreds people on their shoulders? They could at least choose and work hard enough to be happy. Here people had to basically sell themselves for other peoples happiness and that was one thing he wasn't going to do.

He knew some other blue bloods like him were more then fine with this type of life style. Get everything they want and more and also get a woman without working for it. Namizou just couldn't do it. Maybe it was something the cook rubbed off on him with his ways towards woman. 

It startled him to watch the ginger suddenly start panicking over his relationship status. Even he didn’t know what to think of it and he didn’t know if he just went with it because it was his captain. It was part to why he broke it off because everyone deserved love to the fullest. Until Luffy he had only ever thought about women. When he had a mature moment and showed how deep and knowledgable he could be he felt that strong sense of admiration with his captain. There was a lot going on in his head. ”I have no idea how our parallel worlds work. Something happened, an accident. Luffy thought I had died remember? That dream did something.” he tried to calm him down. "I can’t say that I know for sure which side I am pitching, and that should be a bonus for you if Jiko is like that– not that I’d say that a lovely lady would be dirty like that– but that means she’d be more willing for adventurous behavior.that would be something interesting to see. To a good sum of those questions he couldn’t even begin to answer. 

"Well... Then maybe you're a switch hitter? Swing both ways? I don't know." Namizou replied rather flustered. "And yeah we haven't had anything like that happen over here yet. I hope nothing like that does happen either." Namizou added, being fully honest.

"Oi, that wouldn't be a bonus. I don't want to think about my crew mates doing those kinda things. I don't even like thinking of them having those kinda feelings. It's just so weird to think about cause they're all brutes most of the time. I could never picture it. But I also wouldn't picture you going for guys..." Namizou said trailing off before noticing what he said. "Not that I'm picturing it now, that'd be weird. W-well it's not weird that you could get into a relationship. I just didn't think... How about we just say I don't think ok-"

Getting thrown onto the clinic bed Namizou bit his tongue on accident from the bounce of the mattress. Barely noticing the pain on his tongue Namizou only noticed the injury from the irony taste in his mouth. Propping himself up on his elbow he brought the other hand to his mouth while Sanjiko rummaged through the drawers.

Finding his finger tips painted red he also forgot about all the blood leaving his body. Laying back down Namizou gave a breathy laught, "Ha, Chopper, Usopp, and Franky probably won't be happy when they see all this blood will they.

Throwing his head back Namizou was starting to feel better. The gun shot wound was feeling less painful. He couldn't feel what ever cut he got on his tongue. He wasn't as worried or panicked anymore. Though he was feeling a little cold.