My Word spell check must not like Japanese names. I hate it. I have to make quick updates on this story or I'll never finish it (like my other stories blush). Short prologue.
Disclaimer: If anyone asks: No, I don't own OP.
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Their Honor: Prologue
He was brooding. Only a blind person couldn't see that. Lower lip sticking out in a pout, eyes distant, chewing the cigarette in between his teeth that had long since gone out. His long fingers unconsciously followed the lines of the table.
They had thought it was best to leave him and his thoughts, but he couldn't let the cook sit, alone and dejected.
But he was becoming impatient, racking his brain for the reason behind Sanji's strange pouting.
Was he mad about the Nami thing?
No. He'd gotten over that awhile ago. There was no way he was still upset about that. Besides, he'd been fine that morning.
Wondering what he was going to make for dinner?
No. Sanji always seemed t know what he was going to make for meals. He probably got his inspiration from his dreams. Something floating by saying, "This is good for breakfast!"; "That's lovely for a snack."
Maybe he just recently remembered something, and was mad at himself for forgetting.
Luffy blinked. Where'd that come from?
The Pirate King, shifting in his seat beside his cook on the Thousand Sunny's deck lawn, searched his brain for more suggestions. Finding none, he decided to go against his nakama's words and ask Sanji what was the matter.
He didn't answer, either because he didn't hear or was ignoring the head Mugiwara beside him. Just when Luffy was about to ask a second time, Sanji abruptly stood up.
Eyes still on some distant spot on the horizon, he said, "I just remembered something and I feel terrible that I forgot."
A hinge on Luffy's jaw broke. He'd guessed right what he thought was wrong.
"I'm going to prepare dinner." He didn't move.
Finally, he tore his eyes from the spot past the ship's stern and walked with jerky movements to the galley.
hmm...
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