My Disclaimer: No, I don't own One Piece. My delusions of grandeur have not informed me of such ownership just yet.
"Okay, Daddy. "A young woman with blond hair looked to her father, a chef named Sanji. "My date is going to be here any minute and I don't want you to scare him off."
"Anything for you, sweetheart." Sanji told his daughter in the sweetest, most honey-coated tone possible. At the moment he was cleaning off a knife that he had used to prepare a meal for himself and the girl's mother. "But let me meet him before you leave, okay?"
The girl looked at her father warily, folding her arms over her chest. She pouted her lips and thought about what could happen. "Alright." She agreed slowly. "But don't scare him!" She added quickly with a glare. "I'm going to fix my make-up, so let me know when he gets here."
"Of course!" Sanji said with a silly grin.
A few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Still holding the knife in his hand, Sanji left the kitchen to answer the door. The person at the door was a young man with a bouquet of flowers. Ah, this had to be the date his daughter was talking about. "I take it you're here for my daughter."
"Uh yeah." Sanji noticed with pleasure that this kid was distracted by his knife. This kid knew just what to keep his eyes on.
"Address me as 'sir', boy." The chef told his daughter's date, fingering the kitchen knife.
The young man snapped to attention. "Yes, sir."
"Good." Sanji lowered the knife a bit, so that the boy would pay more attention to what he was saying. "Now," he began in a low tone, "I want you to understand something very inportant. That girl you're about to leave with is my very special baby girl. I want you treat her like a princess and have her home by nine thirty. If I find out that you've landed a hand on her or treated her badly-" He let the threat hang in the air for the boy's imagination to come up with something suitable.
"Daddy!" Sanji's daughter called out. "Why didn't you tell my date was here?"
The blond chef quickly hid his knife so that the girl wouldn't see it. "Oh, he just got here. I was just about to call you." Sanji stepped away from the door. "Have fun and be safe."
The girl shook her head with a sigh before hugging her father. "Love you, Dad." She told him, not seeing him glare at her date. After the hug, she left, following her date to his car.
Sanji took a cigarette out and lit it. This was going to be a long night.
This is all the product of wanting to write about Sanji with a daughter. This will be a string of short bits of what the Straw Hat men would be like if they, as modern fathers, were to have daughters going out on their first date. I'm leaving two of the guys out though; Chopper and Brooke. Chopper because... Would the daughter be a human-deer or a deer-human or frickin' what? I don't wanna try it. I'm not writing one for Brooke because, well, do I even need to explain that one? He's a skeleton, he doesn't have organs any more. Ugh.
Zoro's bit is up next, then I think Franky. Or maybe Usopp.
