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A/N: In One Piece Special GREEN, it says that Nami and Robin take turns washing their laundry every day. For the men, once a week they have the "Big Washing Contest" to wash all of their weeks of clothes. That's the canon part. The rest of this story is my imagination.

Nami and Robin washed their clothes every day. Although they had a variety of clothes to wear, they never forget to clean. Nami and Robin took turns washing their clothes. They only washed theirs, so the men had to wash their own clothes. The men, of course, treated washing differently or else they would never clean. Once a week, they had a cleaning festival.

The navigator watched from the upper deck as the Washing Festival began to start. The stronger men lifted gigantic barrels onto the main deck while the not so strong ones carried in soap and washing necessities. Luffy and Franky threw the barrels in the air, and Zoro and Brook cut them in perfect halves. Once everyone had their piece of a barrel Franky brought out the machine.

The machine was actually a hose, but altered in Franky style. It looked like an elephant with stretchable arms. Water squirts out from its trunk, arms, legs, and a tail. The model was supposed to be Luffy, but it changed because Franky liked elephants. When the water was turned on, all of the ligaments would wiggle around, constantly shooting water with a force so strong that would blast a person out of the ship if not careful. Nami wondered why they never used a traditional hose, but Robin persuaded her that it was interesting to watch.

When there were only she, Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp they washed everything. Everything meant even the clothes they were wearing. So, when it was cleaning time, Nami would turn away from the festival. She would have to peek time to time to see if they were done-only to find out that they weren't. Thankfully, Sanji joined and he belabored the men to show such obscenity to a woman. Now, they leaned to have some decency to wear swim trunks (Franky wore his favorite).

Nami flipped the pages in the newspaper to look like she was occupied with her reading. Robin sat beside her on the lounging chair and was perusing a novel. The older woman was tranquil, so she was always in control. She wished she had Robin's power because she cannot take her eyes off the men. Sometimes her eyes would fall on the text, but she just skimmed through. When she heard some splashing and laughing, her attention on the newspaper failed and would be back on the guys.

The men were wet and covered in soap, so they slipped and made a mess. They sometimes bumped into each other, and Nami couldn't help but stare when they do that. Sometimes it was Luffy hugging Zoro in attempt to get him wet, Zoro bumping into Franky, Sanji wrapping a towel around Usopp, Zoro grabbing Sanji by the neck dousing him with the elephant hose, or Brook rubbing against...anyone actually. Chopper tended to crawl on everyone's back and head and shake all of the soapy water out of his fur.

Luffy was the craziest of them all. He leaped on the top of the elephant and aimed at the nose at everyone. Of course, he missed the clothes. The others fought back by twisting their clothes into rod-like shapes and slapping each other with it. Soap flew, the harsh sound of slapping flesh, a sharp cry, and a couple of laughing fits came afterwards.

This was the only time when Nami could take a good look at the crew. She never had time to observe their bodies so carefully because she was usually doing other important things. The other men were also preoccupied with boy stuff or fighting.

All of them had very good body lines. Only Chopper and Brook were out of the picture. Chopper was always in the mini form, so he was cute and fluffy. Brook, even though he said that the Washing Festival made him feel bare and embarrassed, he was only bone. So, Nami usually watched the guys who had more humanistic traits (although they never act like one).

The heaviest of the all was Franky. Sometimes she wondered if he fixed his muscle structure because they were enormous. The navigator noticed Robin only looked out from her book when there was a sound of Franky's laughter. She would lift her head slightly, and her dark brown eyes lingered on Franky's wet naked body for a moment. Then, she produced a small, coy smile and return to her reading. This moment only lasted three seconds (Nami counted it once). She wished she could be quick like her idol.

Back went her eyes to the men. The rest of them had similar body structure. Maybe Zoro was bigger, but she wasn't so sure. She was used to seeing him topless because Zoro revealed his upper body more than the others. The rest of the guys were...shy, but Luffy started to unbutton his shirt to show his abs too. She didn't realize how nicely built Usopp was. He always acted weak and afraid of everything, but somewhere he was definitely training to get those nice looking abs.

She pressed her lips tight when she watched the men get showered in soap and water, watching the slippery liquid slide down the curvature of their pectorals and abs, and pool around the hem of their swim trunks.

Then, the men did strange, stupid stuff that could be taken in wrong ways. They might start the famous 'slapping contest' where they grab towels and blankets and slap each other's butts and chest silly. They would randomly pick an article of clothing, usually underwear, and make fun of the man who wore it. Sometimes they told the said man to wear it. Luffy, Usopp, Brook and Chopper would make soap mustaches (Brook also made a soap afro) and chase after the others to smash the soap on the other's face. Then she would shake her head and glare at the newspaper and try to eliminate the mental images.

Nami always saw them as either goofy or pugnacious. Sanji and Brook were also perverted. Even though the Straw Hat boys acted stupid and childish, they were really, really hot. The Washing Festival was the only time when Nami realized and appreciated how sexy her crewmates were.

"Robin."

"Yes Nami-chan?"

The navigator smiled, "Once we find an island with a mall, we're going to shop new clothes for the guys. They need to show how good looking our men are and make everyone jealous."

"Fufu, that sounds fun." Robin smiled, glancing at Franky and probably imagining a nice outfit on those broad shoulders.

"Or, we could make money out of this."

"Oh?"

"Their Washing Festival. We sell tickets to people who want to see our guys wash clothes. I could ask them to do some fan service. Sanji would definitely listen to me. And, we have necrophilia and zoophilia for the people who like those kinds of things."

"Our men aren't cheap." Robin scolded.

"I know. How does ten thousand Beli sound?"

Robin thought for a moment before asking, "Per man?"

"Seventy thousand Beli per show." Nami nodded, "I like the sound of that." She glanced at the lower deck.

The washing was over, and the men squeezed all of the water out of the clothes to hang them out to dry. They were bumping each other by the hips as they were trying to squeeze a week's worth of clothes in the many clothes lines Usopp had set up. Nami still believed that having the Washing Festival for once a week was getting out of hand. There were now seven crew members and each had baskets of clothes! She inwardly wished that they would do this at least twice a week.

The End