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The Best Use of Roronoa Zoro's Pocket Money
Author: Ranier
Series: One Piece
Summary: When it comes down to things that matter, Zoro is really smart. [Zoro x Nami]
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If the concept of economy had ever crossed Roronoa Zoro's mind, it'd be hard to prove. In general the swordsman did not handle money -- he might be in control of everything else, but financial planning was certainly not one of his strengths. He did not really care about investments and trading, supply and demand. The only time he would step into this unknown territory was when he needed to buy a new weapon or more rum. As for clothes, he didn't really care if he was wearing rags as long as it did not hinder his movements. All in all, he could go days or weeks without spending. No problem.
As a general rule, every member of the Mugiwara Pirates could collect their pocket money every month from the iron-fisted treasurer of their merry little band. Nami kept a meticulous record of every earnings and expenses, demanding receipts for every purchase of supplies. The first day of the month was usually the moment she put on an expression of distaste and sulked around in her spacious room. On the other hand, joy and expectation were etched onto the other crews' face as they waited for their monthly pocket money. Usopp and Chopper were particularly sweet to her on that day, because they knew she didn't believe them with money. Well, she was right. Whenever they saw land, the first thing they would do was to spend all they could and came back crying for more. There was always that book Chopper wanted to read or the tool Usopp couldn't live without. And to get her to part with money was the damnedest, hardest thing in the world. She would hold onto the notes so hard both boys feared she might tear them apart. Only with combined power would she lose the tug of war and surrender their precious allowance.
The easiest to get money from her was Robin and Sanji. The tall woman only needed to hint and the cash would change hands without much fuss. The others would protest at this discrimination, but they backed off immediately after Nami threatened to cut their monthlies by a third. Sanji had more work cut out for him because he was also responsible for the pantry -- convincing her that they needed more vintage wines or specially delivered horse cheese from South Blue was not an easy task. In the end he usually managed to sway her solid determination by promising special desserts every week, and like a fine gentleman he made good of his words.
Luffy, Franky, and Brook's process of prying the money out of the treasury easily followed the five steps of grief -- denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Luffy had not given up on his gigantic statue, Franky still wanted to add another weapon system, and Brook dreamed of a grand piano. To these requests, Nami had only to raise an eyebrow and within a short second, all three would undergo psychological war within themselves and end up defeated. Then she dispensed the (reduced) money, satisfied that she still struck fear into their hearts.
And, there was Zoro. When the other men gathered outside Nami's quarter, ready to beg, he preferred to stay away and spend his hours sleeping. Sooner or later, he knew, she would nudge him with her heels and he would wake up to a very upset woman. Possessive and ruthless as she was, Zoro knew she would never cheat a nakama. Never. Nami had her own code of honor, and she held it with a twisted sense of pride. Zoro understood that. Then she would ask him, her voice harsh, How much do you want?
He would shrug and close his eyes again. Whatever.
She asked that question only to him because he would not know what to do with the amount they were allotted to each month. He had no wants. Zoro did not crave for books, gadgets, horse cheese, gargantuan statues, extra canons, nor a grand piano. If he was left to his own, he'd be wearing only white shirts because he would buy them in bulk. At first she thought that this was good, seeing that he ripped and shredded so many of them, but later on Nami began putting men's shirts on her shopping list. For some reason she made a point to go to nice stores and bargain as hard as she could for the shirts. It kept her in a satisfied mood. When she gave them to him, she would always say, Don't ruin them. They're expensive. I'll deduct this from your next allowance.
And he would accept her lies with a huff.
Zoro, unbeknownst to anybody else, was the only person who had an account with the she-loan shark. The money he had not collected piled up and Nami kept a tab on it. Neither knew what to do with his growing savings. He just got a new sword. There hadn't been an urgent need for clothing articles. His favorite rum was available. He really didn't need the money.
You keep it, he always said to her. Use it if you want, just don't be pissy when I need some later.
All right, she said. Actually there's this dress I saw yesterday...
Fine.
Of course I need to buy a new pair of shoes to go with it.
Go ahead.
She smiled and chided him. You're so stupid.
He grinned back.
And you're welcome.
Author: Ranier
Series: One Piece
Summary: When it comes down to things that matter, Zoro is really smart. [Zoro x Nami]
* * *
If the concept of economy had ever crossed Roronoa Zoro's mind, it'd be hard to prove. In general the swordsman did not handle money -- he might be in control of everything else, but financial planning was certainly not one of his strengths. He did not really care about investments and trading, supply and demand. The only time he would step into this unknown territory was when he needed to buy a new weapon or more rum. As for clothes, he didn't really care if he was wearing rags as long as it did not hinder his movements. All in all, he could go days or weeks without spending. No problem.
As a general rule, every member of the Mugiwara Pirates could collect their pocket money every month from the iron-fisted treasurer of their merry little band. Nami kept a meticulous record of every earnings and expenses, demanding receipts for every purchase of supplies. The first day of the month was usually the moment she put on an expression of distaste and sulked around in her spacious room. On the other hand, joy and expectation were etched onto the other crews' face as they waited for their monthly pocket money. Usopp and Chopper were particularly sweet to her on that day, because they knew she didn't believe them with money. Well, she was right. Whenever they saw land, the first thing they would do was to spend all they could and came back crying for more. There was always that book Chopper wanted to read or the tool Usopp couldn't live without. And to get her to part with money was the damnedest, hardest thing in the world. She would hold onto the notes so hard both boys feared she might tear them apart. Only with combined power would she lose the tug of war and surrender their precious allowance.
The easiest to get money from her was Robin and Sanji. The tall woman only needed to hint and the cash would change hands without much fuss. The others would protest at this discrimination, but they backed off immediately after Nami threatened to cut their monthlies by a third. Sanji had more work cut out for him because he was also responsible for the pantry -- convincing her that they needed more vintage wines or specially delivered horse cheese from South Blue was not an easy task. In the end he usually managed to sway her solid determination by promising special desserts every week, and like a fine gentleman he made good of his words.
Luffy, Franky, and Brook's process of prying the money out of the treasury easily followed the five steps of grief -- denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Luffy had not given up on his gigantic statue, Franky still wanted to add another weapon system, and Brook dreamed of a grand piano. To these requests, Nami had only to raise an eyebrow and within a short second, all three would undergo psychological war within themselves and end up defeated. Then she dispensed the (reduced) money, satisfied that she still struck fear into their hearts.
And, there was Zoro. When the other men gathered outside Nami's quarter, ready to beg, he preferred to stay away and spend his hours sleeping. Sooner or later, he knew, she would nudge him with her heels and he would wake up to a very upset woman. Possessive and ruthless as she was, Zoro knew she would never cheat a nakama. Never. Nami had her own code of honor, and she held it with a twisted sense of pride. Zoro understood that. Then she would ask him, her voice harsh, How much do you want?
He would shrug and close his eyes again. Whatever.
She asked that question only to him because he would not know what to do with the amount they were allotted to each month. He had no wants. Zoro did not crave for books, gadgets, horse cheese, gargantuan statues, extra canons, nor a grand piano. If he was left to his own, he'd be wearing only white shirts because he would buy them in bulk. At first she thought that this was good, seeing that he ripped and shredded so many of them, but later on Nami began putting men's shirts on her shopping list. For some reason she made a point to go to nice stores and bargain as hard as she could for the shirts. It kept her in a satisfied mood. When she gave them to him, she would always say, Don't ruin them. They're expensive. I'll deduct this from your next allowance.
And he would accept her lies with a huff.
Zoro, unbeknownst to anybody else, was the only person who had an account with the she-loan shark. The money he had not collected piled up and Nami kept a tab on it. Neither knew what to do with his growing savings. He just got a new sword. There hadn't been an urgent need for clothing articles. His favorite rum was available. He really didn't need the money.
You keep it, he always said to her. Use it if you want, just don't be pissy when I need some later.
All right, she said. Actually there's this dress I saw yesterday...
Fine.
Of course I need to buy a new pair of shoes to go with it.
Go ahead.
She smiled and chided him. You're so stupid.
He grinned back.
And you're welcome.