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Title: Figures
Rating: PG
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Sanji, Nami, Chopper, Franky
Word Count(if applicable): 300
Prompt: Waste
Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 661.

Author's Notes: So, this wasn't one of my original ideas for this prompt, but everything else sort of flew out of my head when I read the new chapter this morning. I can't wait to see where Oda goes with this, and while I want to plow ahead and consider what might be, I thought I'd start with what the hell just happened. x3
I really can't wait to see how conflicted Sanji is next chapter.

Shit. He had dropped his cigarette.

Sanji mumbled a curse as he continued leading the others back down the hall. His body felt off, like all the bits of it were out of whack- and he immediately noticed that his trusty fringe was gone. No matter though, there was no time to waste. He could still run, and until they reached a safe place he could cope with whatever the shitty pirate captain had done to his body- as long as he had a smoke.

He reached into the inside breast pocket of his jacket automatically, surprised for a second by the notion that he was wearing it again- when did Nami-swan give it back?- but his thoughts were quickly disrupted when his hand bumped up against something under his jacket that he was quite sure hadn't been there a few minutes ago.

A breast. There was a breast on his chest, and a quick grope confirmed that it had a partner. Terrifying flashbacks to the creatures of Kamabakka Kingdom hit him, and he looked down in desperation at his body.

Well, he would have, except that this was clearly not his body. No, that was Nami-swan's hand, and that was Nami-swan's chest, and those were Nami-swan's legs that he'd been using to run (which did explain the added pressure on the balls of his feet) and he realised that it was Nami-swan's hair flashing back and forth in front of his eyes.

Huh.

There was enthusiastic singing from Chopper, a reproach from Franky and a continuing stream of 'Hocha~!' from his own body, who was still holding the samurai. Things made a little more sense, which turned his confusion into anger.

A once in a life-time opportunity, and he was going to spend it escorting giant kids and fleeing marines.

Shitty bastards.