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[The advent of spring is beautiful in a mikan orchard. Small white blossoms are everywhere between the leaves, and while there's little to no fruit on offer, it's more than enough of a sight for a mother and daughter to make the trip up here; ostensibly to survey the grove for any damage done in the last of winter, but it's just an excuse.

It's the first time Nami gets to share this sight with Bellemere in nearly twelve years.

Maybe she can be thankful that you stayed long enough for this, mama.

She doesn't come home that day. It's only towards afternoon that she reaches for her journal, writing in impersonal black strokes. It's okay. It's really okay. It's really...

This is Luceti. It was never going to last.]

Bellemere's gone.

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[Definitely not the sort of thing Vivi ever wanted to hear, especially knowing Bellemere's fate back in their world.]

...Nami-san. I'm sorry. Are you all right? Would you like me to come..? [She must be at the mikan grove, right? Yes, that makes the most sense. She'll wait for an answer from Nami before setting out, however.]

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[At first Vash doesn't know what to say. He stares at those written words, throat tight. Nami had said Bellemere was just like Rem in a way and if that was true.

Oh Nami. He knows too well that nothing he can say will make this better. If you're feeling anything like he did when Rem left, then it feels like you've just lost your mother all over again.]

I'm so sorry, Nami.

[And if she answers that or not. Vash will be staying long hours at Good Spirit's tonight. Just in case there's someone who might need extra company there later. He'll be staying until they kick him out.]

[...Well, shit.]

...Sorry to hear that.

Sorry.

[That's all, because it's Smoker talking to a Straw Hat, but still... Bellemere was a marine and an amazing person besides. He really was sorry to see her go and he could understand Nami would be upset.]

...I'm sorry, Nami. I really liked her.

[He sees that message, and his heart stops for a second.

Then he releases his held breath slowly and closes the journal without a word, staring listlessly at the hardcover. They all knew this would eventually happen. It’s Luceti; you can’t expect lasting happiness, no matter how you strive for it.

Not that this makes it hurt any less.

Sanji silently figures he can count Nami out for dinner, already adjusting the portions in his mind so nothing goes to waste. And he’d rather make her something fresh when the time comes. It’s the only piece of consolation he can bring as he busies himself about the kitchen, suddenly restless with so many thoughts and this being the best way to calm them; blessed repetition he’s familiar with. He’ll stay there, occasionally checking the journals for any word from Nami (or in case he needs to shout at any shit for being insensitive), until at last he evicts himself away from the stove and oven hours later. It’s either that or he make more food than what’s left of his crew can eat. When he’s out of the kitchen and takes in a breath of something that doesn’t smell like baked goods, he finds his feet leading him up the stairs, to the room that was once Bellemere’s.

... It’s dumb, really, but he wants to check anyway. And the sight that greets him is what he expects for all his desires: bare room, stripped of personality and decoration. Looking at it, you’d never think someone had lived in it. Sanji frowns bitterly at that thought, nearly marches out and slams the door behind him… until a sheet of white catches his attention, settled serenely in the middle of the bed.

He isn’t sure what to make of it, at first. While he knows sometimes people leave things behind for their loved ones, this is the first time he’s found the evidence himself. Briefly, he wonders if this means Bellemere hasn’t left after all (ha). Yeah, the thought doesn’t last as he wanders over, picking the letter up and scanning it with a curious glance—

He gets as far as the first sentence and abruptly stops reading. The paper is folded with upmost care, like it’s made of something precious, before he slides it into his innermost jacket pocket and exits the house. It looks like he’ll take a trip out to the orchard after all. He might not run, but he does close the distance with quick strides, just hoping she hasn’t left already.]

[He's not going to bother responding in voice to the news.

Where are you, Nami.?]

[That's... oh. Jack didn't really know Bellemere, but it's clear she was someone important to Nami, and losing someone like that is never easy.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[Before anything - before she walks out the door in search of her friend and sister - Miyabi shuts her eyes. She shuts her eyes and clasps her hands together, uttering a prayer in her mind. She knows the implications of Nami's mother returning home, and she knows well the pain the young woman must be feeling as well. It hurts to have someone you love and cherish snatched away from you. It hurts...

After her prayer is finished - just a few short words a moment of quiet - Miyabi rushes out the door. She doesn't bother with the mallet, and instead bounds her way toward the orchard first. She's hurrying, and leaping in the longest arcs she can at her minuscule size. Somehow, though, she feels here is the best place to start.]

[Zoro's attempt to find her had been as futile as ever and it was only by some divine act of providence that he'd managed to make it back to the house before nightfall.

He eventually settles in the living room with a big bottle of booze at his side. Don't get him wrong Nami, it's not like he got it for you or anything. But he might be willing to share some of it when you get home. Just this once.

Zoro draws Wadou from its sheathe and inspects it reverently. By all accounts, he's looking as smooth as polished silver. Take your time, Nami. He can wait.]

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