Hello! Alrighty, peeps, this is my first One Piece fic. I hope it'll turn out okay - an idea that I had and actually wrote down in my new 'ideas' notebook! Basically, I've been watching the Once Piece anime as of late, and Sanji is my absolute favourite character (but Luffy comes as close second - he's so funny!). I like the name Sanji, I like to cook, and I like food. Very much - especially cheese.
Well, I hope you like it - please review and give meyour thoughts so I can think over them- but no flames please!
"Table for one."
The young woman, probably in her early twenties, mumbled to herself as she entered the ocean-going restaurant. Quickly she headed towards a small table near one of the walls, hefting the bag she was carrying over to the other side of the chair that she perched on, and placing it down on the scrubbed floorboards. She ran one hand through her straight, honey coloured hair and picked up a menu that was in the middle of the table.
Baratie. She had found it at last.
The first thing Sanji noticed about her was that she was strikingly pretty. Peering out of the kitchen doors, he could see that she had honey coloured hair that fell to her shoulder blades, and she was wearing a pale blue dress. He couldn't see much of her facial features, because her nose was buried in the menu, but he was already interested. Straightening his tie, he put down the gravy jug he had been holding, stepped out of the kitchen and walked calmly across the restaurant towards her.
Leaning down in a slight bow, Sanji smiled as she looked up from the menu, "What's a beautiful lady like you doing here all alone?"
"I'm not alone." She answered coolly, placing down the menu and folding her hands on the table. Sanji noticed that around her neck was a locket on a silver chain, and there was a pearl bracelet on her right wrist. He straightened up as her sky-blue eyes looked him up and down, and she smiled slightly, a slight blush reaching her cheeks. Was he that attractive?
He cleared his throat, "Are you ready to order, ma'am?"
"No. Not yet." And suddenly she gave him an icy smile, one that he didn't like at all. Bowing slightly, he stepped back and turned, unnerved by that cold smile. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Something … "Sanji."
Over the buzz of the other customers on the ship he heard her say his name. In the same, cool tone. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her gaze fixed on him, piercing and sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. She knew his name …
"You don't remember me, do you?"
Everything about her was cold, he realised. The voice, the blue dress, her gaze, her smile …so cold.
"What?" he said softly, for a lack of anything better to say. She rose slowly from her chair and walked towards him. Her hand, touching his cheek, chilled him to the bone. He turned his body to face her, feeling more than uncomfortable as suddenly she frowned and drew back her hand, and slapped him soundly across the face. His head snapped to one side as a stinging sensation flared around the area where she had hit him.
"You don't remember! Bastard!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his shoulders as she suddenly began to cry, hanging her head as she shrieked, "You don't remember taking advantage of a drunk customer …you don't remember going on that cruiser …you don't remember …!"
Sanji remained silent, stunned by her hitting him, the iciness that was flooding him, and her constant shouting. He didn't have to look to realise that everyone else in the place was now watching them …and found that he couldn't remember. Suddenly she grabbed the lapels of his jacket, her tear-stained face open to his.
"Sanji! Look at me, Sanji!"
She needs calming down. A logical thought entered Sanji's head, and he looked down at the young woman, who was staring fiercely up at him, her fingers tightly grasping his jacket.
"Don't you remember me, Sanji – don't you remember this!" The young woman suddenly jerked her arms, pulling Sanji's head down so his lips met hers in a savage kiss. For a brief moment she pressed her soft body to his, in some sort of effort to --
("Hahaha – hey, Sanji …I've got a really nice room …do you want to …see it?")
As she broke away and scowled angrily up at him, Sanji looked down at her in surprise. His memory had had a sudden jolt – he recognised that pretty face, and the feel of that slim body …but he couldn't put a name to her. Surely she had told him, yet …
"You remember." She released him, and rubbed her tears from her face in a childish manner, pushing her hair back over her shoulders. "Look, Sanji," she pointed to where a long, open bag filled with blankets or something similar was placed a little way beyond her chair, "Look, that's yours. Ten days old, Sanji." She seemed to have calmed down, and now her voice had gone back to its icy state. She tilted her head back and fixed a wicked smile on him, "You wanted it, not me. You took advantage of me, not the other way round. H-ha …haha …"
Giggling to herself, she backed away, then smoothed her hair and dress, and quietly made her way out in her cold manner, leaving Sanji standing with his eyes fixed on the open bag she had left behind. All eyes were on him – he could feel it. He knew what she was talking about – he knew what she had left for him.
Ten days old …ten days old … The words ran through Sanji's mind, and suddenly he felt rather dizzy. His vision blurred and he pressed a hand to his head, groaning slightly. What had he done to deserve this? Why was this happening? Ten days old …
He had to do something.
Ten days old …But what could he do?
Zeff's going to kill me.
Nothing seemed doable, not with the dizziness that was attacking him.
I can't take care of a baby …