On the eleventh of November, just five minutes before midnight, Sanji Blackleg's life changed.
It had started off as a normal day. He'd gone through all his daily routines, crawling out of bed, getting ready, stuffing some croissants in his mouth, and running off to work.
He'd arrived two minutes late, exactly on two past ten, and still had gotten yelled at and not to mention, kicked. He ignored the owner and his swelling shoulder as he greeted the shitty chefs and the delicate flowers having breakfast. He had a long day ahead of him today., Full-shifts always managed to tire the chef out but he wouldn't have it any other way.
After hours of cookingwith various smoking breaks inbetween, Sanji barely had the power to throw himself into his car. His was the car that was parked close to the restaurant, and he figured it wouldn't harm anybody if he took his time to have a smoke, or maybe three.
He turned on the radio set to his favorite jazz channel and lit his cigarette, taking a slow drag.. Sanji didn't know how long he had sat there, blowing smoke rings and emptying his mind, all he knew was that he was about to doze off when the radio started crackling. Balacing his cigarette between his lips, the blondfumbled with the buttons and swore. His car was fucking new! He'd kick them all the way to hell if it was already broken.
Sanji opened his window to let some of the smoke out and gasped when he felt a wave of heat brush his neck. He immediatly shut the window and took a deep, calming breath. He saw no fire or smoke up ahead but his breath hitched at the mental image of a burning Baratie right behind his back.
He got out of the car nervously, and released his breath when he saw the old building still standing. He then glanced around to search for the source of the overwhelming heat. Weather that was warmer than summer in the middle of November? Fat chance.
Sanji huffed in annoyance.e had better things to do than fight with natural phenomenons, he was no meteoroligist after all. He turned on his heel to return to his car when the ground started to shake. He wobbled between his car and the street, finally grasping a tree for balance. He was about to question what the hell he had smoked when he saw it. A freaking meteor, right above his head. Sanji gave a startled yelp, all of this was way too much for him to take in. Sanji closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst.. The ground shook violently for a few seconds before it stopped and Sanji guessed the meteor had landed. He tried to calm himself by taking in a few calming breaths before he opened his eyes slowly, and spotted the meteor about fifteen meters away from him. Sanji let go of the tree and checked for anyone who came to see whatever the hell had happened, but there wasn't a soul in sight. He straightened his back and took a deep breath like he saw in his favourite sci-fi movies, and walked up to the meteor to inspect it.
The meteor was broken open, and Sanji could see it was more of a shell. He felt curiosity and adrenaline rise in him, did that mean it was a... a space egg, maybe? Could there seriously be something living, breathing in there? Or something he could cook, maybe?
Excitement boiling in him, Sanji reached for the meteor. He couldn't dare touch the rock, hell no, his hands meant more than his life and in no condition he would put them in danger, so instead he looked around for a fallen tree branch or any kind of stick he could use to poke whatever that was inside. Finding a branch that would serve him just right, Sanji slipped the wood into a crack, expecting some kind of resistance or maybe for something to get stuck on the branch. He leaned forward as the branch went deeper, and that was when something broke the walls of the meteor and Sanji fell backwards.
He tried to maneuver himself to the right, where there he could at least hit the pavement and not the meteor. His arms reached forward to protect his head from the impact as his eyes shut tightly. He waited for the pain, but none came. The blonde peeked through his fringe cautiously, and his eyes met something green. Sanji blinked furiosly as he tried to shove his hair out of his sight, was that really an alien? In all the movies he'd seen they were either an ugly gray or green, and honestly Sanji found the second option more fitting.
Finally coming back to his senses, the blonde realized that he was being hold. He thrashed and tried to wriggle out of the iron grasp but to no avail. The creature he could clearly see now was obviously confused and had no intention to let go. Sanji went limp under the humanish gaze, then he realized that it was indeed a human that was holding him. A very naked one. "You... You came out of the meteor... Did you...?" His questions remained both incomplete and unanswered as the green haired guy (he was seeing enough proof) only stared at him, his burrows furrowing. Sanji had no doubt that this was something extraterrestrial, but the resemblance to his kind was unsettling. Had he really made one of the biggest discoveries in the history of human kind? Were aliens actually no different than humans? Had his smokes contained drugs? Sanji didn't know.
"Oi," he tried again. "Answer me. Also, release me. I can stand now." The green haired man didn't reply but released Sanji hesitantly. However his hands remained on Sanji's coat, gripping it tightly.
"I'm not gonna run away," Sanji said, slightly bummed from the fact that even aliens had better reflexes than him, "you can let go. 'S okay. You hungry or something, I guess?"
The guy tilted his head slightly. "Han-gri?"
"You don't speak our language, of course..." Sanji thought about dragging the guy into the Baratie once again but decided against it. No matter how empty of an alley it was located in, a meteor had fucking fallen and it would take no time before authorities arrived. If he was caught like this, he'd surely be taken away for testimony, also the guy would be taken for experimenting. He had no idea why, but even thinking about the green head getting cut up made him sick to his stomach.
So, Sanji did what any other sane person would do, or so he thought. He stuffed the guy into his car and drove off to his apartment. After all, he had manners enough not to leave butt naked human-ish aliens in the cold to die. He turned on the radio and it kept on playing jazz like it never stopped. The music relaxed Sanji's brain which hurt from registering the events, the fact that he had something out of this world sitting next to him and listening to jazz while he drove home. Sanji had always liked sci-fi movies (after romantic ones, of course) and believed that somwhere in the universe there were aliens but actually driving home with one was like a child's dream coming true. Sanji slightly pinched his leg. No, he wasn't sleeping.
He pulled in his driveway and checked for his neighbors, coming home with a butt naked man wouldn't do his reputation good after all. Sanji opened the door and showed the guy in. Seeing him better light Sanji noticed the man was tan all around and well-built, and he couldn't help but think he'd do good in a wrestling match, Sanji would definitely bet on him. Standing in the middle of his living room with all his naked glory, he reminded Sanji horribly of some arrogant greek god. He made sure the guy wasn't having a panic attack or anything and dashed for his room to grab something for him to wear. No man with dick out could stay in house.
He huffed in annoyance as he realized most of his clothes wouldn't fit the being, but settled on some sweatpants and an over-sized shirt. Regretfully grabbing a pair of boxers from his pile, Sanji ran into the living room again.
The green haired alien was currently looking at a mirror, pinching his cheeks and squeezing his face, and Sanji slightly wondered if it was the first time he was seeing himself. He sure acted like it. He tapped the guy's shoulder and gestured to the clothes he laid on the couch, implying he should wear them. More like he must.
Sanji left the being alone for privacy, a body is a body, after all. He took out the chicken noodle leftovers he ate the day before and made small sandwiches in case noodles weren't enough. Pouring a glass of water, he balanced them all on a tray and decided he could excuse food crumbs in his living room for one day. He placed the tray on the table and raised his head to announce dinner, only he to choke with laughter with the sight of the guy.
The alien had one of his arms through the head section of the t-shirt and the other one right, the boxers rested upon his head much like a hat, and the sweatpants swept the floor as he had only his ankle in them. Sanji guffawed.
"You... I can't believe... Oh god," the blonde wiped tears from his eyes to only laugh more at the alien's deep crimson face, green head combined with a red face looking awfully like a tomato. A frowning one at that.
"I'm sorry," Sanji finally managed to say. His laughter hadn't totally died down but the alien didn't look like he wanted to skin Sanji alive anymore. Sanji approached the guy slowly, like he'd do with a wild dog, and snatched the boxers in a flash.
"Sit down," he ordered. The green haired guy walked to the nearest couch and plopped on it harshly. Sanji followed the man snickering, and peeled the sweatpants away. "Wear this first," he shook the boxers in front of his face. The guy took them grunted as he slipped the boxers on, only getting them on right after three tries. Sanji bit inside his cheek not to laugh while he handed the sweatpants over and he put them on with no problem, but after getting lost inside the tee several times, Sanji motioned for him to put his hands up and dressed him. That probably was what it was like having a child, Sanji thought, then winced at the thought of having a child that looked older than him.
He pushed the man to the table then, whacking his hands away everytime he tried to eat without silverware.
"No. No- I fucking told you, use the fork. F-O-R-K. I know you understand shitty green head. Stop attacking your relatives with your hands!"
That sentence worked a miracle and the alien gaped at Sanji. His dark gaze flickered between the salad and Sanji, who had not yet understood the situation.
"What? Why are you looking at me like I killed your parents?"
The alien gasped that time, and slammed Sanji into the wall, holding the spoon Sanji was trying so hard to make him use. The blonde gulped slowly and his mind raced back to his sci-fi movies again. Was he going to abducted? Had this green head not liked his food and decided to use his brain as substitute- No. Pfft. Someone not liking his food was impossible. But still, it didn't change the fact that he was pinned by a space-neanderthal, his choice of weapon being a spoon. Sanji wriggled and tried to pry the guy off, but he stood strong as an iron wall. "What the fuck you idiot!?" he finally exploded. "I take you fucking home and clothe you and feed you, yet can't you even not-attack me?" The green head snorted as he motioned to the salad with his head, the fixing his gaze firm on Sanji's again. Sanji thinked for one, two, three seconds before the coin finally fell, and he burst out in laughter one more time.
"Can-you-be-any-more-stupider?" he asked inbetween breaths, his body shaking under the alien's grip.
"Take a look at the fucking mirror, will you?" The guy raised his brow in confusion, and Sanji sighed.
"Your hair is green. So is the salad. Its a joke," he explained, slowly peeling himself off from the grip. "I didn't cook your family. I'm not a psychopath."
The alien took few steps back as his face reddened once more and he turned his head to the side, as if that could hide his blush from Sanji's gaze. The chef chuckled slightly as he motioned the man to the table once more.
"Eat now and we'll talk about, well, at least try to talk about you, okay?" The man nodded and grabbed a handful of chicken noodles, the silverware being only decor again. Sanji sighed.
"Next time, attack with a fork instead, brainless salad."