Hey, guys! I decided to redo this story for One Piece. The last one seemed good, but then an even better idea came to me. It still features Keneda and Sanji, but just a different concept. Hope you like it anyway!

a few years back...

"Boss Zeff!" Patty called out, frantically. Sanji rolled his eyes. Stupid Patty always had something to whine about. "Yeah, what is it?" The Geezer said in his gruff voice. The big, lumbering cook came in, carrying a small form in his beefy hands. Sanji paused in his work to see what Patty was holding. Boss Zeff came to him and looked, frowning. Sanji tried to see, but the Geezer was in the way. "What is it?" Sanji asked, too small to see for himself.

"Sit her down on a table!" Zeff ordered. Patty nodded and raced to a table. Boss Zeff turned to Sanji. "Boy, go to table seven and get that girl something to eat!" Sanji nodded and scuttled out of the bustling kitchen. Girl? What was that old geezer saying? Suddenly, his eyes rested on a little girl, slightly older than a toddler, hunched over her seat, clutching her stomach, crying.

Sanji came up to her and gently tapped her shoulder. "Hey, you alright?" He asked. The girl looked up, her hazel eyes wet with tears. She shook her head, sniffling. "No...my tummy hurts...I'm hungry..." The loud growl from below sealed her point. Her white hair was stringy, and tangled, and she looked as though she spent a whole decade at sea.

"Can...can I have a food to eat? Please?" the girl asked, tearfully. Sanji nodded and grinned, despite his overall shock. "Sure! What would you like?"

"Pancake." She said simply. "With lotsa syrup." Sanji smiled and wrote it down. "Okay, then! Your food will be ready soon, I promise!" As Sanji turned to leave, the girl called out to him. "Excuse me, Mr. Waiter!" Sanji turned his head. "hm?"

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"How old are you, Mr. Waiter?" The girl asked, chewing down on her large stack.

Sanji held up nine fingers. "I'm nine!" He said. "How old are you?" The girl shrugged. "Romano never told me. I think I'm five, or four." She said glumly. Sanji raised a curlicue eyebrow. "Do you have a name?" Sanji asked her. She simply shook her head. "Romano never bothered to give me one."

"Who's Romano?" Sanji asked. Whoever he was, he sounded like a total ass hole. "He was the captain of the ship my mama was on. After she...died...he and the crew sheltered me."

"So how'd you end up here, at the Baratie?" Sanji said, inquisitively. "Romano threw me out." She simply stated, biting some sausage. Sanji gasped and gripped his water glass tight.

he left her...to die? What a bastard!

"Can you give me a name?" The little girl asked Sanji suddenly. He looked up from his angry thoughts and looked at her in surprise. "What? Name you?" The girl nodded, and gave a small grin. "I know it's a lot to ask...but I just really, really want a name like the other girls do." she said sheepishly. Sanji considered this and looked around her table for inspiration. pancake? Yeah, right. Hmmm...the syrup...it has a maple leaf on it. Maple? No, not quite...it should be...ah-hah!

"I'm gonna call you-"

"Kenedaaa!" Sanji called. ten years have passed and he was surprised she was here for so long. "Coming!" She said in her singy voice. She slid down the railing, her blue waitress dress and long flowing white hair, billowing behind her. She landed on her feet next to Sanji, a big smile on her pale face. "Did you need something, big brother?" She asked him brightly. Sanji grinned and placed a bowl on her head, and put two plates on each hand. "Give those to table four, would ya, sis?" He asked. Keneda winked and carefully, but swiftly went to deliver the food.

Sanji chuckled at the girl's exuberance. Ever since the day they met when he was nine, and she was four, she clung to him and copied everything he did. Now she was practicing balancing plates on her head. So far, not bad, just a little wobbly. "Quit yer daydreamin' Sanji, and get this food out!" Zeff barked. Sanji muttered under his breath. "Shitty bastard..." But got the food to take to his customers. On his way there, Keneda passed him and gave him a smile. He nodded in acknowledgement.

She's gotta know one day that I'm not her brother...not even remotely related. He thought to himself. He felt guilty to be lying to her like this, but hey, as long as she was happy with it, he was.

"Hello, and welcome to Baratie!" I said cheerfully. The family of four took in my kindness and smiled as well. I knelt down to their kids and gave them each a lollipop. "That's a special Baratie welcome for the little ones!" I lead them to their table and took their order, all business like, like big brother Sanji. He looked so wise and capable when he did it, too. He was so cool.

After taking orders, I handed the ticket to one of the chefs. Where's Sanji-OniiChan? I wondered. I looked around the kitchen and found him, hard at work on some fish. I skipped over to him, looking over his shoulder. He seemed to be trying to ignore me, except when I got in his way. "Ken, what are you doing?" He asked me, slightly amused. I smiled and giggled. "I wanna see how you do it," I said reasonably. Sanji took a spoonfull of a broth and gave it to me. "Taste this, would you please?" He asked, continuing his work. I gently blew away the steam, and took a sip. It was so spicy and tangy, with the perfect tinge of sweetness. Big Brother Sanji was the best cook I knew. Maybe even in the world!

"You like it?" he asked me. I nodded happily. "It's the best!" Sanji have an arrogant smirk and poured the broth over some noodles. "Great. Now if those idiots have a problem with it, I'll simply slice them up." I giggled at his cooking threat. He loved to make those, though some were quite frightening. "Be right back, kay?" He said, ruffling my hair on his way Out. I blushed and nodded. I knew he was my big brother and everything, but still...it didn't stop the feelings I felt for him. It was love, of course.

But sibling love?

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