Nami puts on the earrings

POV Switch to third person from Nami's perspective

“Ah-ah! Don’t move!” Nami warned the creep as she sat on the counter with her legs crossed at the knee and the money, medication, and earrings in her hands. “If you want any of this back - you’ll stay right there!”

The top hat creep froze. Nami stared at him intently and tried to get a read on him.

“Something about you rubs me the wrong way,” she remarked. “I’ve stolen a lot over the years. I needed to scrape together one hundred million beri to save my village. I decided to steal it from pirates. Most pirates are the lowlives of the sea so if anyone deserves to be robbed it’s them. Now I could have done some other things to get that money. But one thing I swore that I would NEVER DO for ANY amount of money - WAS WHORE MYSELF OUT!”

Nami tried to glare a hole through the creepy pervert who had done something so he could take advantage of her and make her do things she normally never would. Nami was a lot of things. A liar, a thief, a vindictive witch and the best damn navigator in the world, thank you very much. But one thing she definitely WASN’T was a whore.

“My ordeal is over now,” Nami continued. “But for some reason, I agreed to suck and fuck you FOR SOME CLOTHES! WANNA EXPLAIN THAT, YOU CREEP!?”

He reeled back in terror. That was good. He should be scared.

“Normally, I’d be long gone with all your stuff,” the thief admitted. She saw the man twitch at her first word and glance at the earrings in her hand. “But I still need to figure out what the hell you did to me and ensure that you can’t do it again. So spit it out! Who are you?”

The creep looked panicked. His eyes went back to the earrings.

“Your eyes keep drifting to these earrings,” Nami noted. “What are they?”

“They’re nothing,” I lied. “Nothing earrings. That’s why they’re shaped like a ‘N’.”

He was lying. “Bullshit!” she spat. “I can read you a lot better now. And you’re lying.”

Never lie to a liar. Usopp and his kiddie pirates had learned that the hard way. It had really been foolish to think the creep would tell the truth. Nami was feeling vindictive so she decided to taunt the creep using his precious earrings. Maybe it would help her get a straight answer.

“You know what?” Nami decided. “I’m keeping these. They’re a little tacky but my name starts with an ‘N’. And I’d say you owe me a small fortune after what you just pulled.” Nami calmly set her other ‘acquisitions’ on the counter and then waited for her the creep to break as she made a show of putting on the earrings she’d stolen from him.

“NOOOO!” the top hat creep blurted out as she went to put the first earring on. He surged towards her with his hands outstretched. Big mistake.

CRACK!

The creep was knocked back the way he’d come courtesy of a hard hit from Nami’s bo-staff. She’d knocked off his top hat and gave him a nice lump on his forehead.

Nami grinned smugly as she tucked her staff under her arm. Today she’d stashed the three segments of her weapon in the back of her bra. Lowlife perverts like this guy were always so caught up with her chest that they never thought to check her back. She’d removed the segments when she took her bra off then brought her staff to the counter with her once she’d finished stealing everything of value the top hat creep had on him.

“I wasn’t actually going to put these on,” Nami mused. “But that freakout makes me think there’s something special about them. So let’s try it out… here goes nothing…” Nami clipped the two N-shaped earrings onto her ears.

Nothing.

“Is something supposed to happen?” She didn’t feel any different. They couldn’t actually be ‘nothing earrings’ if the lowlife had been so **** to get them back. These tacky earrings were clearly the source of the top hat creep’s power. She didn’t know what she expected but she’d at least expected something. But she felt normal.

Nami blinked as something suddenly clicked. Normal. The creep said that word a lot. And she ended up doing things she normally wouldn’t do. This was a hunch worth testing.

The Straw Hat Navigator turned her attention back to the creep that was slumped against the back of the changing room. She pointed the end of her assembled bo staff at his throat.

“Listen, creep!” Nami growled. “I know you’re a lying, twisted, perverted ****. But when I ask a question it's normal for whoever I'm asking to answer with complete honesty. What are these earrings?”

“I call them Normality Earrings,” the creep answered. “They control what people think is normal. When you wear them everything you do seems normal and people will accept that anything you tell them is normal is normal too.”

“They seem to work,” Nami remarked as she considered the creep’s new honesty. “I bet you didn’t want to tell me that. Isn’t that right?’

“Yes,” the creep responded. “Those earrings made me everything that I am. Now that you know what they can do… I doubt I’ll ever see them again.”

“You’ve got that right,” Nami agreed. “So let me get this straight… you used your powers to manipulate what I thought was normal so I’d agree to suck you and then fuck you. Why didn’t you just make it normal for me to suck and fuck you?”

“There would be no challenge in that,” the creep confessed. “You’re obviously smart and resourceful. Something that I clearly underestimated. My enjoyment came from getting you to agree to do what I wanted instead of forcing you.”

Nami lashed out and started smacking the lowlife with her staff. SMACK! “YOU SICK!” SMACK! “SON OF A BITCH!” SMACK!

The creep was left groaning in pain on the floor with blood running down his face as lingering evidence of her outrage. “I should CASTRATE YOU for what you did to me! It’s normal for you to lay there until I say you can get up.”

Nami went back to the counter and grabbed her panties. That was yet another thing the pervert had made her do. She never would have taken them off with a skimpy dress like this. The thief stepped back into her panties and pulled them up then grabbed the perverted creep’s money and added it to her own stash before she slipped the whole wad into the waistband of her panties.

“What are these?” Nami asked as she turned her attention to the three bottles she’d stolen. “Medicine?”

“They’re... birth control… pills…” the creep groaned from the changing room.

“BASTARD!” Nami yelled as she ran back and kicked him in the ribs. “YOU CAME INSIDE ME! I BET YOU WEREN’T EVEN GONNA TELL ME YOU HAD THEM!”

Nami looked down at the bottle clenched in her hand. “How do they work?”

“Take two… and you won’t... get pregnant… for a month…” the man wheezed.

Nami twisted off the cap and popped two of the capsules into her mouth and swallowed them. But then she noticed the name written on the bottle. “Who is Tashigi?”

“A marine officer... with a sword obsession...” the man answered.

Nami felt her rage building up as she turned to glare at him. “What did you do to her?”

“Convinced her I was an inspector…” the creep wheezed. “Gave her a… full body inspection. Then… made her polish her sword… with her pussy.”

“SICK FREAK!” She smashed her bo-staff on his back again. CRACK! “I SHOULD KILL YOU!” She took a series of deep calming breaths. “But… I won’t. Because there’s someone else you need to answer to. What does Tashigi look like and where can I find her?”

“Short dark blue hair, red glasses, most likely carrying a katana,” the creep answered. “She’s popular with the people here and the marines. You could probably ask around. I know she needs to go to the Arms Shop to pick up the katana she dropped off yesterday.”

“Hm… a friend of mine went to the Arms Shop,” Nami remarked. “I’ll start there.” She didn’t need to ask for directions. She already knew where it was after following Zoro there in order to ensure the directionless blockhead wouldn’t get lost.

Nami turned away from the sick retch of a man and regarded the pile of clothes on the counter. She hadn’t planned to buy any of them. Based on the price of the one fifty thousand beri dress, the whole pile probably cost over five million beri. But after what had happened to her in here… maybe now she felt entitled to them.

“I’m gonna need a bag,” the thief decided. She eventually found one under the counter and dumped the pile of fancy clothes into her big cloth bag. She found a surprise at the bottom. “Hmph. Knew it. Son of a bitch stole my clothes.”

After bagging the fancy outfits, her clothes, her bra, the three pieces of her bo-staff and the two full bottles of birth control, Nami shouldered her loot bag and headed for the door.

“I’m going out!” Nami announced to the beaten creep lying on the floor of the changing room then she glared back at him. “It’s normal for you to stay here until I get back.”

Nami left the Robecca Hanberg wearing her new gold dress and her new gold earrings. She made her way across the town and was lucky enough to spot a familiar green-haired man leaving the Arms Shop.

“Zoro!” Nami called out to him.

“Oh it’s you,” the Pirate Hunter noted. He gestured to the three swords sheathed at his waist. “The shopkeeper gave me two swords for free. So I didn’t need your money.” The swordsman offered her the one hundred thousand beri she’d given him earlier.

Nami eyed the money and grinned. “You do realize that you owe me more than that.”

“What? I didn’t spend any of it!” Zoro insisted. “I’m giving you back what I borrowed. Why would I owe you more?”

“I loaned you that money on the condition that you owed me three hundred percent interest,” she explained. “That means you owe me three hundred thousand beri.”

“WHAT!?” he yelled.

Nami didn’t flinch and faced his outrage with a smile on her face. “Since you owe me money… it’s normal for you to do whatever I say.”

“You evil witch!” the swordsman growled.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going to the blazes,” Nami replied as she held out her bag of fancy clothes. “Carry my bag. I’ve got more shopping to do.”

Her **** shopping assistant looked furious… but still took her bag of fancy clothes.

“By the way, was there a girl in the Arms Shop with you?” Nami asked. “Blue hair? Glasses?”

Zoro went stiff and mumbled. “She looks like Kuina.”

“I don’t know who that is,” Nami admitted, “But I’ll take that as a yes. Come with me.”

Zoro followed her back to the Arms Shop. Nami went in and was pleased to see a girl who fit the creep’s description standing at the counter with a katana.

The blue haired marine turned and looked past her at Zoro. “You’re back.”

“Only ‘cause I brought him,” Nami replied. “You’re Tashigi, right?”

“Yes I am,” the other woman confirmed.

“These belong to you,” Nami said as she lobbed the bottle of birth control pills towards her.

Tashigi nearly dropped the bottle. It bounced off her hand and the apparently clumsy marine finally managed to catch it by cupping both hands to her chest and letting the airborne bottle drop in. The marine raised her glasses and her eyes went wide in shock as she read the label of the bottle. “These are my…” She flushed and trailed off then looked over at Nami. “How did you get these?”

“A lowlife creep apparently stole them from your marine base,” Nami explained. “But I managed to steal them back. Here, let me jog your memory...” Nami reached out and placed a comforting hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “It’s normal for you to remember everything that creep with a top hat did to you.”

Tashigi recoiled and her eyes went wide in a shock. “HE WASN’T AN INSPECTOR! HE…” The marine trailed off as she slowly looked down at the katana in her hands. Her voice went cold. “Excuse me. There’s someone I need to find.”

“That’ll be easy,” Nami replied. “I know exactly where he is. The creep was posing as a salesman in a clothing store. I figured out his scheme and kicked the crap out of him. I left him in the shop so I could report him to the proper authorities.”

“Take me to him,” the marine instructed. “Wait…” She turned to the man behind the counter. “Give me the other sword I dropped off yesterday.” The nervous shopkeeper disappeared into the back room then came back with a cutlass which he handed to Tashigi. “Thank you.” The marine swordswoman had a grim frown on her face as she turned to Nami. “Now I’m ready.”

“Follow us,” Nami told Zoro as she led Tashigi out of the Arms Shop.

Nami didn’t need her weather sense to see the storm clouds hanging over the marine’s head. The pirate thief reached out and placed a hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “For what it’s worth… I know what you’re going through. He did the same thing to me.”

“He made you polish a Meito with your…” the swordswoman trailed off and somehow looked both furious and ashamed.

“No,” Nami admitted. She assumed a Meito was a name for a fancy sword. “But he made me agree to do something that I hated just as much. I get it. He didn’t just violate your body… he violated your spirit.” Nami could see the other woman’s eyes starting to glisten. She reached out and draped her arm across the blue-haired woman’s shoulders. “That’s why I came to find you. I’m familiar with the sense of closure that you gain from seeing a monster who tormented you brought to justice. It really does help you put the trauma behind you.”

They reached the Robecco Hamberg and Nami led the way inside. The perverted creep was lying battered, bruised and beaten on the floor of the changing room where she’d left him.

“I’m back!” Nami announced as she hoisted herself up and took a seat on the counter. “You can get up now.”

The creep struggled to sit up and stared in horror when he saw Tashigi standing in the doorway with her sword drawn. Nami was surprised when the marine threw the cutlass she’d gotten to the perverted creep.

“ARM YOURSELF!” the swordswoman shouted.

“...” the cowardly man held his sword and stared at Tashigi in abject terror.

Nami felt the need to chime in. “There’s no way out of this!” she informed him. “It’d be normal for you to do what she says.”

“On… your… feet…” Tashigi growled dangerously.

The creep dragged himself to his feet. His sword hung limply from his hand.

“DEFEND YOURSELF!” Tashigi yelled as she lunged across the room.

The creep raised his sword but never got to use it. There was a flash of steel and suddenly Tashigi was behind him. Blood sprayed out of his chest and he crumbled to the ground.

“You’re under arrest, you bastard,” the marine hissed as she turned to face the fallen lowlife and slowly sheathed her sword.

“YOU’RE A MARINE!?” Zoro blurted out.

“Shut. Up.” Nami hissed at him. The last thing she wanted was for that blockhead to reveal that they were pirates.

“Yes, I’m Sergeant Major Tashigi of the Loguetown Marines,” the swordswoman stated primly before she gave Nami a deep bow. “And I thank you for helping to bring this criminal to justice. You can rest assured that he'll be spending the rest of his miserable life in prison. I’ll clean up the mess here.”

“Sounds good to me,” Nami said as she slid off the counter. “And uh… if the owner comes back and happens to find anything missing… blame it all on that guy!”

Nami held out her hand to Tashigi. The marine grabbed the pirate’s hand and shook it. The two of them had shared a similar horrible experience and a bond had formed between them while they brought the perpetrator to justice.

“I’ve always had a soft spot for strong marine women,” Nami told her unlikely ally as her mind drifted back to Bellemere. Then she surprised the bespectacled woman when she pulled her into a hug and pecked her on the lips. Nami pulled away and winked at Tashigi. “Stole a kiss!”

Tashigi blinked and touched her lips but then started to smile as Nami slipped out the door.

“COME ON, BLOCKHEAD!”

Zoro followed her and seemed to have something to say.

“You can talk now,” Nami told him. “I only shut you up so you wouldn’t accidentally reveal the fact that we’re pirates to a marine officer.”

“What was that all about?” Zoro asked. “Who was that guy?”

“I didn’t even bother learning his name,” Nami admitted. “He was a creep abusing powers that he never should’ve had. Thankfully, I put a stop to it and I’ll be sure to use them more responsibly… and also to make a ton of cash.”

“Figures,” the sulky swordsman muttered. “And I know it’s normal for you to kiss girls. But did you really have to kiss that girl?”

“What’s the matter? Jealous?” Nami teased him.

“No,” Zoro replied. “I just don’t want the two most annoying women I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet getting together.”

“Annoying, huh?” Nami repeated. “Just for that you’re gonna help me finish my shopping. I’ve got a lot of fancy clothes in that bag you’re carrying but I’ll need some casual stuff too. If you’re good and don’t complain, I’ll get some things for you and the rest of the guys too.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t have anything else to do today,” Zoro grumbled as he followed her.

“Sure… lucky,” Nami scoffed as she lightly flicked one of her new favorite earrings.

And so ends the story of ‘Normal’ Tsujo. Since he was already imprisoned when the storm hit following Buggy’s failed public execution of Straw Hat Luffy - he was the only pirate that failed to escape Loguetown.

TSUJO - BAD END

A/N: I don't actually have any plans to write the Normal Nami path. Nami is a lot smarter than Tsujo and I feel like she'd use the Normality Earrings much more responsibly than he did. The earrings would solve about eighty percent of the Straw Hats' problems. The other twenty percent are unavoidable disasters brought on by Luffy's impulsive, bone-headed decisions. But the result would be Nami instantly removing the majority of the conflict from the series. I can't bring myself to suck all the excitement out of a series that I love so much. Because of her first command, Vivi and Nico Robin will be blurting out their deepest darkest secrets as soon as Nami asks.

If anyone can think of how to write this story and does want to write it, then you're more than welcome to pick the story up where I left off. You have my permission and my blessing.