Here is my first fanfic I'm kind of nervous. neeheehee
I hope you'll like it, I'm sorry for the mistakes if there are some. English is not my native language so i sometimes have doubt about a few things. :)
Disclaimer: Even though Iwish I was, I don't own One piece. All the merit goes to Oda Eiichiro.
Feel free to tell me if something should be worked on. Enjoy !
Sanji's POV
This was one boring day on the Baratie. I was forced to be the waiter 'cause of all those pussies of waiters who don't have enough guts to work in this restaurant because of some fights between cooks and pirates.
Seriously it pisses off, now because of them I have to wait on the clients instead of cooking.
'The only good side is that I can attend to all those beautiful ladies needs' I thought hearts forming in my eyes.
Contrary to general belief, it's not because of some perverted desires toward women that I'm swooning around them and all but because I consider them as some precious fragile creatures who need to be treated to be with a lot of respect. That's the only good thing, along with cooking, that Zeff taught me : respecting women.
I was so bored out of my mind that I was trying to find a way of entertaining myself. Fortunately right at this moment an explosion was heard coming from the old geezer's room. I smirked internally, 'Tch now that he got awaken from nap he will be as cranky as ever…maybe I'll be able to make him mad enough to fight with me.' A few minutes later some marine with steel patches on each of his hands and a woman clung to his arm. 'Hn, might as well serve this shitty marine until I can have some fun at the expense of the old geezer' I thought sighing.
«We have a reservation under the name Fullbody » the marine said in a haughty tone.
« Hello my name is Sanji I'll be your waiter today may I serve a drink while waiting for your meal » I ask taking my sweetest tone.
« Yes bring us some wine » replied arrogantly Fullbody.
'Tch why do marines always have this shitty attitude to think that they are better than anyone else, I think I'm going to teach him a lesson' I thought chuckling internally. On the memo about his reservation it was specified to bring a certain wine, I decided that this wine was too good for him an to serve him another one.
When I served him the wine, a second after tasting it he held his hand for me to wait and began his little diagnosis about the wine that he must have learnt by heart according to me to impress his date.
« Hm strong and soft at the same time with a slightly afforested note. I would say it's an Indsbourgstein isn't it ? » he said in a triumphant way.
Tch the poor bastard was going to be really disapointed.
« You've got it all wrong sir » I said with a smile « now you should eat your soup before it gets cold. »
While walking I could hear the muffled laughs of the other clients, grinning I went to see how the cooks were doing.
« Oi guys what's going on ? Where is Zeff ? » I asked as I entered the kitchen.
« Ah Sanji , the chef is with the guy who threw a cannonball into his bedroom. I wouldn't want to be him at the moment. Hahaha » says one of the cooks laughing « I'm sure he'll force him to work as a waiter here to pay his debt. »
« Eh that could be fun do you know what he looks like? » I ask hoping internally that he is around my age and attractive. It's been such a long time since the last time I had an adventure with someone. Even though living in a restaurant in the middle of the ocean is not the easiest way to have a physical relationship, or to become involved in a romantic relationship, with someone. The cooks were out of the question for those kind of things of course, especially those old sea perches. I had sometimes affairs with some clients but most of the time the clients were in couple, and after a time where he had an affair with a man in the bathroom whereas he'd been coming there with a date, I've never got involved with clients anymore.
« Oi don't get weird ideas Sanji. He's here to work not to be your toy boy or something. » says one cook smirking.
« Tch hentais what do you take me for? » I ask with my visible eyebrow raised.
« Exactly for what you are: a hormonal gaki. » all of the cooks chorus together laughing.
« Whatever, I'm going back to the dining room, some clients need my help. » I says scowling a bit.
I could hear their laughter following me while I was going back to the dining room. Almost a soon as I was back in the dining room I heard this annoying marine call me loudly.
« Waiter does your establishment serves bug soup?» he asks with a not so well hidden proud smirk.
« A bug? » I ask kind of confused.
« Yeah bug, what do you think that is? » he says having more and more of a hard time to hide his smirk.
'Tch so that bastard's put a bug in the soup thinking he could tarnish the restaurant's reputation. Well I'll make regret to mess with me.' I think.
« I'm sorry sir I don't really have this kind of knowledge. Bugs are not really my cup of tea. » I answer cheekily and grinned. Fullbody's face fell, he became red and began shaking from rage.
« Stop making fun of me teme! » he yells breaking the table in two with his fist and thus spilling the soup all over the floor.
Seeing all this food on the floor, I felt rage building up in my chest. Who does that guy think to waste food like that? Food is precious and every crumb or drop of it must not be wasted.
"You know this soup was still edible, you could have just take the bug out." I say with gritted teeth crouching and putting a hand on the spilled soup" if you knew the time that it takes to make it you wouldn't take matters this lightly."
"Listen to me well, I don't allow you to talk to me with this tone." He says stomping on my hand, "I advise you to shut your mouth. The client is the boss and the client here is me. I'm the one who pays!"
"Please don't get angry.," his date begs trembling.
"Get off of me!" he yells at her.
"Please lets go home." she says near to tears.
This guy is really starting to piss me off, first he wastes food and now he is violent toward a lady.
"Oi I have a question for you. Is money filling you stomach?" I ask standing up with killing intent raging through my body.
"W-what?" he stutters not understanding what I meant but scared a little in front of the KI he can feel coming from me.
"I'm asking you if money is what fills your stomach." I say spinning my legs in the air and hitting him right the jaw.
I catch him by the neck and hold him a little off of the ground, when I hear le front door open and someone with a deep voice, that sends chills of a weird nature up my spine, talking.
"Feels like there is a fight in the air." says the deep voice with an amused hint to it.
I turn my head a little to look at the newcomer who spoke, and for the brief moment I looked, I saw a handsome face with green hair, three piercings on its left ear, but most of all I got lost into two piercing black eyes that seemed to want to swallow me. Those eyes got me so fascinated that I forgot I still held this marine by the throat until I heard a groan from him. I had tightened my grip around his neck a bit while trying to regain a hold onto the present away from those eyes that seemed to hypnotize me. I turned my head back sharply at this excuse of a marine and said: "Don't ever do that again. Wasting food is a bad thing. Most of all remember this: if you try to mess around with a sailor-cook there is a high chance that you'll lose your hide in it."
To be continued
I know it's kind of a slow beginning but I promise things will get more interesting after. ;)