A warm beam of light shone in through the rotundish window into a small little room where a young boy rested in. Light blue sheets covered the boy, keeping him warm in the cool room. You can tell the boy was in a deep sleep. He kept gripping his blanket closer to him as if it was a soft teddy bear. Of course, the blonde boy did have a very old but cuddly teddy to grip onto when he was scared or if he just needed some love, but his teddy was not the thing he would look forward too when he wanted love or if he was frightened to death. No, it was something else he looked forward too. That special item was his stuffed yellow fox. Yes, it was fluffy and adorable but, what made it so special was that it had a golden tail and ears, just like the boy.
A rough but caring hand landed on the sleeping boy's shoulder and started to violently shake the now half waken boy.
"Wake up you dang fox!" Blue droopy eyes met hard stern onyx eyes. Those onyx eyes could kill anybody who stare at them but the little boy had to meet them everyday to the point that they didn't bother him anymore. Though, waking up to them was a whole new story. A little frightful yelp was made from the kid's throat as he started to tumble out of bed. Luckily, two rough hands caught him, and settled him up straight again. No eye contact was made nor was a simple thanks was made. Not even a smile. The boy was worried. Pops never woke him up unless he slept in. Now that may be a good thing to be waken when you slept in to some ordinary people, but to the child, that was bad.
"I've been waiting one hour downstairs, Sanji, for you to get your lazy bum down there and do the dang dishes! We have a lot of customers this morning, so its about time you go do some work around here instead of sleeping!" Sanji gulped, even the small things he do, his pops will yell at him, but thats just how he was. Sanji still cared for him and so did he with Sanji, they just showed love in a very odd and special way. Though it must be very awkward to show love to a boy with a little gold tail trailing behind him.
"Now go get ready you lazy fox," Pop's hands fell off of Sanji and followed their owner towards the exit of the room. Once Pops left, Sanji went over to the nearest set of clothes he can find which was a white buttoned chef shirt with a white apron. Despite knowing it was dirty, he wore it anyway. Now almost fully awake, Sanji ran over to the bathroom.
He only had to take one look at the mirror to see he slept good. His hair was tangled as an octopus would get jump roping. To make things worst, even his fur on his tail was quite off. Many different patches of fur went off in different directions.
Even though his hair was in bad shape, Sanji started off brushing his teeth. Well, more like fangs. His two canine teeth were very sharp and big. Some kids get scared of this and don't dare speak to him. Well, he wasn't sure if it was the fangs or the sharp dagger eyes he has.
After he brushed his teeth sparkly clean, Sanji took a orangish brush and started to fix his hair up. He parted his hair so it covered his right eye, then moved on to his tail. He started to brush it back away from his body so all the hairs were going the same way. Finally, Sanji pushed his tail inside his pants so no one can see and putted a chef hat on to cover his two ears. With that, Sanji smiled at the mirror and rushed out of the bathroom and down the spiral staircase and into the dining area.
Jumping over the last step, Sanji bursted into a fun run towards the kitchen. Customers stared at the washer boy/waiter as he ran pass their tables, sending a little gust of wind to lift their white table cloth up a little. Little hands pushed two hinged doors open. There, he entered the room where a lot of shouting was going on.
"Where in god's name is that brat!" A man with quite huge a chin, or face, said. The man turned towards the opened doors and locked eyes onto Sanji.
"There you are! Look at this!" The man pointed towards a huge stack of dirty dishes by the sink. "Were running out of dishes Sanji! So get to work!" Sanji was barely listening. Sweat dripped down his face as he stared with wide eyes at the pile of dishes. He was not going to enjoy this... not at all. How was he even suppose to grab the plate on top! Even with a stool that was way to high and he couldn't just take it from the bottom or the whole entire stack will fall and kill him.
"Sanji, stop staring and get to work! Those plates can't wash themselves." Sanji wish the could.
"Sorry Patty, I'm getting started now," Sanji washed his hands in the sink. The cold water made him shiver a little but he quickly got use to it. He then started to take the bottom plate out of the stack. Slowly and steadily, he pulled, keeping a supportive hand on the upper plates that wanted to slide out with the bottom one. Sanji's face was hard and full of focus as the plate came half way out. The stack shook a little, but no one paid any attention to it. Finally, Sanji pulled the plate out and had a shot of pride rush through him, until, the stack, came crashing down on him.
Sanji's smile left him as he watched a million plates fall. His tail leaped out of his pants and started to catch plates along with his hands and one foot. Sanji's teeth gritted against each other as his blue icy eyes kept wide open, afraid that he will lose balance if he moved even his eye lid. Soon enough though, Sanji lost his balance he was keeping on his one foot and fell with all the plates crashing in top of him. Everyone in the kitchen started to laugh at the boy and Sanji, soon giggled himself.
Sanji was now nineteen years old. He was starting to grow a beard and was promoted to sous chef. Despite being a cook now, Sanji was still treated like a washer boy and did the dishes most of the time. Like right now.
The blonde hasn't had one accident in forever dealing with these tall stacks of dirty dishes. He was like a pro. Only if they had a professional dish washer team in the east blue.
He started from the bottom as usual, taking his time and caution for the dread of breaking the dishes again. He pulled the bottom dish out of the pile and finally started to wash it. He pain no attention to the fight between Patty and Carne.
"What the heck Patty! You totally just ruined my perfect dessert!" Carne was all up on Patty's face with a very deep scowl.
"I didn't ruin it! I made it better! You should be praising me right now!" Patty and Carne were up to each other's necks right now.
"Thats it! I had enough with you!" Carne punched Patty in the cheek, sending the big faced man flying backwards. Patty hit the counter at which Sanji was doing dishes, shaking the counter. Sanji knew exactly what was going to happen.
The dishes, started to fall from the violent shaking. The fell fast and hard, but not one touched the ground. Instead they all sat perfectly stacked over three golden tails. Sanji was still washing the dish he had in his hand, but he was smiling a very satisfied smirk.
