One Piece: The Prequel
Before the Strawhat Pirates journeyed the Grand Line, they were living boring routine lives as modern-day people. They live in this present world where money matters more than dreams and passion is overshadowed by practicality. In this world, it is more acceptable to give up when you're losing than to risk everything you have for a simple dream. If ever you succeed, you're called a genius; but if you fail, which is more probable, you're called crazy and absurd. Indeed, it is hard to keep up with single-tracked people who live for fame and fortune.
Our story starts with one seemingly crazy lad who goes by the name of Monkey D. Luffy.
Kring. Krinngg. KRIIIIINNGG. The constant nagging of the alarm clock welcomes Luffy to a new day of waiting on tables. His daily routine begins with breakfast in his rundown apartment. After a short shower, he changed into his work clothes and took a bus to the Portside Restaurant which, ironically, was situated on a roadside. He was already late when he got there.
He sneaked in through the back door. Slowly, he opened the door to find out that he'd already been found out.
"AHH!"
"Waiter! You're late again!" reminded a tall blonde guy who appeared to be the sous-chef. "Go serve table 8."
Reluctantly, he grabbed his pen and notepad and wore the fake smile he'd been ordered to plaster on his face when serving customers.
Seated on table 8 was an arrogant-looking guy with wild green hair. He appeared to be asleep. Luffy, who lacked manner whatsoever, hit him smack at the back of the neck and said, "May I take your order sir?"
"Yeah. I'd like one you, fired." He said this loudly enough to be heard by the other customers who seemed to be stirred.
"Would that be all?"
"Are you trained to idiots here? That is not a dish!"
"What about drinks?" Luffy just absentmindedly repeated what he says to every table.
"I'll have a burger and a beer." The customer seemed to calm down seeing that he was talking to an idiot.
"Thank you, sir. You will be served in a few minutes." As if a robot, he went to the kitchen and repeated table 8's orders.
"What? Beer this early in the morning? And what is a you fired?" wondered the cook who took the orders.
Ten minutes later, Luffy returned to table 8 bringing the order but only after sneakily taking a few fries and a bit from the burger patty. The latter was indiscreetly done on his way to the table.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" This time, the customer has completely lost his patience.
"I'm Luffy."
Irritated, this guy stood up to punch the waiter and missed.
"Hey, it's that motorcycle guy, Roronoa Zoro!" an onlooker remarked. "He seems really pissed."
Now, other customers have left their seats to see the brawl. Mothers covered the eyes of the curious children while some got cameras and phones to record the event. It was quite a ruckus.
"WHO DARES BRAWL IN THE RESTAURANT?!" Demanded an outraged sous-chef.
"Chef, it's that celebrity, Roronoa Zoro."
"HAH?! Who does he think he is?"
This, the motocross racer heard. He grabbed the thin waiter by the collar and demanded in an arrogant tone, "Ask yourself that! This wimp completely screwed my meal up!"
"I do not tolerate that behavior in this restaurant."
"Good. Now, replace my meal."
"Sir, I meant yours. If you have a problem with our service, you should've thought to call me before losing you temper."
A bunch of spectating teenager started chanting, "Fight. Fight. Fight."
"Let's take this outside." Suggested the chef.
"Yeah. I am just in the mood to beat up a cook."
