Law and the members of his crew could hardly fail to become interested in Yosaku's abilities. An entire gang—or crew—of doctors of every kind, and they were expected to ignore such a curious specimen? Never! The young man possessed an utterly inconceivable level of survivability. Where Yosaku was concerned, the question was not 'Can he survive?' but rather 'Can this freak be killed at all?' Luffy knew nothing of any 'human rights,' and so while the Hats and Heart Pirates traveled together, Yosaku had found himself on the operating table more than once as a dissected specimen. After every examination, it became obvious that the young man's ability had nothing in common with ordinary regeneration. Yosaku's fruit power resembled some form of temporal rollback or the restoration of a previously saved copy from a database. The restoration was not physical but energetic. Yosaku's cells did not divide; they appeared as though from thin air. Accordingly, attempting to inject his blood into another living creature—the tests had been conducted on Sea Kings—ended with the creature slowly being converted into a heap of biomass. The result left far more questions than answers.
"And he'll simply come back to life like that?" Robin still could not believe in the existence of such a 'cheating' fruit. "Without any consequences?"
"I see you're slowly beginning to understand how difficult life with him is for us, aren't you? He gives me logic, I kill him, he comes back to life, and then he returns with his damned logic again! Can you imagine? No compassion for other people whatsoever! The only advantage, as you may already have noticed, is that there's always someone nearby on whom you can vent your anger at any moment by killing him in the cruelest possible manner."
"Don't listen to that idiot," Nami said to Robin as she approached, pushing Luffy's head aside along the way. "Better let Law-chan examine your arm. Like Yosaku, he also possesses a very specialized fruit." Placing a palm against the girl's back, Nami began pushing her in the required direction.
Robin's examination and subsequent treatment did not take long, though they had to walk to the submarine. Using his fruit's ability, Law cut the flesh away from the girl's left arm, exposing the broken bone. After setting everything correctly and checking that no small fragments remained, the young man lightly repaired the damaged tissues and then placed Robin's arm in an ordinary cast. Initially, Law had intended to use a special sling, as was proper—they had nearly a dozen of them available—but Nami rejected the idea. Instead, the girl asked him to sever the broken arm completely at the shoulder. Law did not object. And while Robin tried to decide how she felt about the sight of her own detached limb in someone else's hands, Nami towed the girl into the Going Merry's bathroom, ignoring the protests of the dissatisfied young men with dignity befitting her title. The night had been long and peculiar. Even those who were not dirty smelled heavily of smoke, and almost everyone wished to rinse off before sleeping. They had hesitated too long, however, allowing the two women to slip into the bathroom first.
"You'll like it with us!" Nami chattered without pause while scrubbing the naked Robin's back with a washcloth, equally naked herself. "And don't let my boys deceive you with their behavior, appearances, and bounties. In reality, they're complete pushovers. Sanji is incapable of hurting a woman even if she's killing him. I'm not exaggerating; I'm stating a fact. Our Usopp has a lady in his heart, so he treats every woman with great respect. Ryu-chan and Yosaku are two womanizers in the most revolting sense of the word, but they're absolutely obedient and ready to carry out commands at the snap of a finger. Zoro is strong and frightening, of course, but he's also one hundred percent henpecked and a chauvinist. He considers fighting women at full strength beneath his dignity and simply dislikes fighting them, which automatically makes him almost harmless to every woman. The only problem is that he's responsible for training every member of the family except our captain. If you annoy him too much, he may significantly increase your workload as revenge. As for Luffy himself, Luffy can only be endured."
At that moment, Nami took a brief pause. Dousing the seated Robin with water and washing all the foam from her body, she began soaping the washcloth again. Robin herself, to put it mildly, was unaccustomed to such attention and would gladly have washed on her own, but she had simply been given no choice. Justifying her actions by saying it was inconvenient to wash with one hand—the girl's 'severed' arm had remained outside the bathroom door together with the special support sling—Nami had taken immediate control of her 'victim.' Surrounding Robin with care, the orange-haired girl began literally drowning her in it from the very first minute.
Nami belonged to the type of person commonly called kinesthetic, and so she was the greatest lover of hugs in the family. Although most of those hugs naturally went to Luffy, the other young men frequently received their share as well, especially when she wanted something from them. At first, when Nami had only just entered the family, she still tried to restrain herself, but that period did not last long. As the girl became more and more beautiful, while gaining ever greater strength and self-confidence, she stopped suppressing her impulses. And now poor Robin, for whom ordinary human embraces were associated only with a childhood that had become so very distant, had to experience Nami's lack of restraint personally. Nami had just finished soaping the washcloth again. Pressing her breasts against the back of the profoundly uncomfortable Robin, the orange-haired girl began scrubbing her stomach with inexhaustible enthusiasm—and then more than her stomach. At the same time, she resumed chattering.
"You don't have to worry about your life anymore!" a satisfied Nami whispered into Robin's ear, as though she did not notice her discomfort. "With Luffy, the hardest thing is surviving the first meeting and managing to interest him, but all of that is already behind you, which means there's nothing left to worry about. More than that, you've been given an excellent opportunity! Not only do you know about those Poneglyphs of yours, but you're also being pursued by the World Government, which Luffy has been planning to declare war on for ages. He definitely won't want to let such a convenient opportunity escape! Most importantly for you, Luffy is a terrible owner, so he'll tear apart anyone who attempts to take away something he considers his. It doesn't matter whether it's people, some physical object, or something intangible. He won't give up anything. Do you understand what I'm getting at? This is the perfect option for you! Since you've already managed to interest him and the World Government is pursuing you, why not continue traveling with us after Alabasta? Luffy will definitely protect you and won't give you to anyone! Besides, you'll certainly enjoy traveling with us. We're planning to sail across every sea, visit every corner of the planet, and set foot on every island in the world, so you definitely won't become bored! And didn't you say you were an archaeologist? During our journey we'll surely find all kinds of ruins that you'll be able to study thoroughly. No, seriously, think about my proposal! Make sure you think about it!"
Robin was already thinking without pause. Thinking—and by this point beginning to suspect seriously that when the wave knocked her from her feet, she had struck her head too hard against the ground and was now delirious while awake. Or perhaps she had lost consciousness and was dreaming? The girl could find no other explanation for why everything around her had suddenly ceased to make any sense whatsoever. Only half an hour earlier she had been desperately trying to devise a way to preserve her life, and now a woman belonging to the people who had nearly killed her was urging her to join those same people, who had attempted to force her to put a bullet through her own forehead. Yet even that was not what unsettled Robin most. The most incredible fact was that the threat of becoming an enemy of the World Government was being presented as a positive argument for her joining them rather than a reason for refusal. At what moment had the surrounding world changed so completely that ordinary logic no longer functioned within it? And why had Robin herself not been informed?
"A-a-aw!" Nami cooed sweetly when she reached the black-haired girl's breasts, instantly pulling Robin out of her thoughts. "Your eyes aren't the only beautiful thing about you!" she said, enthusiastically squeezing the two soft hemispheres. "Everything else here is just as good!" The orange-haired girl's left hand remained where it was while her right went to explore other parts of Robin's body. "Easy, easy. There's no need to be so embarrassed. We're both women!" she added when her victim made an unsuccessful attempt to escape.
It could safely be said that Nami, having acquired a taste for the activity, had finally lost every trace of shame. Not that she had possessed much to begin with; it had died successfully somewhere between her birth and adulthood. Robin's normally imperturbable face gradually acquired a dark burgundy shade. The girl had never found herself in such a situation in her entire life! And the matter lay not so much in her companion's behavior as in Nami herself. Nami's beauty had long since reached the mind-bending point where the difference between sexes disappeared, affecting men and women equally. Men simply had no reason to feel ashamed of such a reaction, while women carefully concealed it for obvious reasons.
"Nami, stop molesting her! We want to wash too!" Luffy's fist pounding against the door and his shout brought Nami's harassment to an unexpected end.
"Spoilsport!" the girl shouted back, pursing her lips in mild offense.
"Move your ass! Or make your hands work faster! I don't care which—just finish sooner!"
"Honestly, I've wanted another woman aboard our ship for a long time," Nami said, reluctantly pulling herself away from her defenseless victim and rising from the bathing stool to reach for the shampoo. "The boys never let anyone hurt me, and they protect and defend me in every way, but they're still boys, so there are certain subjects you can't discuss with them." Squeezing shampoo onto her palm and returning the bottle to its place, the girl began massaging it into Robin's hair. "I thought something might change when Tashigi-chan appeared, but if it weren't for her breasts and the absence of a penis, she could easily be mistaken for a boy herself. All she thinks about is swordsmanship and Zoro. She trains until she loses consciousness or exhausts the last of her strength, and then she simply passes out. Every single day! What kind of conversation can you have with that? I've wanted a normal female friend for ages! Someone I can always go shopping with and talk to heart-to-heart. Besides, Tashigi won't stay with us for long. She's a Marine lieutenant, after all. But you could easily travel on our ship for the rest of your life. Judging by your story, in the eyes of the World Government you're an even greater criminal than our entire family combined. That won't always be true, of course, but for now it's amusing. I'm sure Luffy appreciated it too."
Without the slightest doubt, it was the longest bath of Robin's life, despite lasting less than thirty minutes. By the time they reached the towels, the girl felt like a squeezed lemon. Before today, it would never have occurred to her that another person's care could be so exhausting. Or was the problem Robin herself? Over the last twenty years, she could not remember a single sincere embrace. Frankly, the girl had long associated any contact with another person with exactly three things: murder, when she broke everyone's necks with her fruit's power; attempted murder, when someone tried to break her neck; and attempted rape. In the best cases, when no one tried to rape her, someone would inevitably seize her arms or legs, slap her backside, or grope her breasts. Sometimes she could not even break the necks of such bastards immediately, being forced for one reason or another to endure that treatment. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Robin strongly disliked being touched. It was not yet haphephobia—the fear of human touch—but it was close. Or so she thought.
Contrary to logic, Nami's touches had not seemed unpleasant to Robin. Embarrassing, bewildering, shameless, lewd, intimate, affectionate, persistent, presumptuous—almost anything one could name, but not unpleasant. Was it because the person touching her was a woman, or because of the attitude behind it? Robin could easily sense falseness in people, and there was none in Nami. Only sincere enthusiasm, care, and warmth. Even the excessively persistent advances that had traveled well beyond the boundaries of propriety failed to awaken rejection in Robin's soul. Nami's emotions resembled the rays of a hot summer sun, while Robin herself had long since forgotten every form of warmth and light. Had either ever existed in her life? Warmth and light? At most, perhaps one could speak of periods of thaw—such as when she studied archaeology on her home island—and rare breaks in eternally gloomy clouds—when she met the kind giant Saul or discovered a new Poneglyph.
"Where do you think you're going?! Put that down!" After Nami finished drying her with a towel, Robin reached for her clothes but was immediately stopped by the orange-haired girl. "Your clothes are wet and filthy. Why would you need them? We'll go to my cabin, and I'll choose something from my things for you."
There were only two towels, so Nami constructed something resembling a turban on Robin's head from one and wrapped the other around the girl herself. While Robin tried to determine what Nami intended to use to cover herself, the latter was already pulling her toward the exit without caring about her nakedness. And as it turned out, she was not the only one who did not care. To Robin's immeasurable surprise, not one person so much as blinked at the sight of the naked 'Queen.' Until that moment, the girl had not been certain such a thing was possible.
"The bathroom is free!" Nami announced to the boys standing 'on watch' as she threw open the door.
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