A/N Whoa it's certainly been awhile now, hasn't it? My first post of the new year! I had actually planned to save this story until I was pretty much finished with it, but I was just so bored that I decided to post a little teaser :)
This is my first multi-chap fic, and from what I have planned out so far, this might end up being quite a few chappies, though I'm hoping no more than 10.
This is inspired by the manga HIMITSU NO AKUMA CHAN, aka The Secret Devil-Chan. You can read it and it's quite good, but it might be a bit of a spoiler for the next chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned One Piece, I would not still be sitting here slaving through school. School sucks. Oh, and I don't own HIMITSU NO AKUMA CHAN either.
Warnings: Rated M for reasons that will become obvious, though nothing in this chapter; not beta'd
Pairing(s): SanLu, will be a bit of everyonexLuffy
Prologue: Sanji Did What?!
Sanji ran through the streets at top speed, disregarding cars, people, and even his basic chivalry. He ignored the calls of the people he bumped into and the cars honking as he ran across, not daring to stop for anything. Once in a while, he would glance behind him with wide, panicked eyes, but did not stop for even a second despite not seeing his pursuer. He was so frazzled that if the long, blonde bangs of his normally perfect hair flew up a couple of times, exposing his second eye and swirly eyebrow, he failed to notice and kept running. It wasn't until he made it all the way back to his private flat and locked the door did he actually remember to breathe, leaning his back against the cool wood before sliding down to the floor of his foyer in exhaustion.
Seconds, then minutes ticked by, with no sound except the heavy panting of his own breath, and with no sign of his pursuer, Sanji straightened himself up and walked around his house locking all the windows and closing all the blinds. You could never be too sure.
Morning came with no apparent change to the last morning, aside from the closed blinds. Sanji carefully crept around his house, cautiously opening all the doors and looking inside the empty rooms. With not a hair out of place, his nightmare proved over. He let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps, it really was only a nightmare, and now that morning had come, he could pretend like nothing happened. With that thought in mind, his mood lifted significantly, and with renewed vigor, he readied himself for work.
.:.:.:.
"Hey, old geezer! I bought the ingredients!" Sanji called, swinging plastic bags full of groceries in his hands as he walked into the restaurant. He worked part time as a sous-chef in his adoptive father's restaurant, the Baratie. While he had the option of working full-time in the restaurant before taking it over when his father retired, at his father's urgings, Sanji chose to finish his college education first before deciding his future path.
"Good, you're just in time, squirt. Get your ass in here," Zeff called from the kitchen.
Sanji, perplexed because this was generally as nice as his old man was going to get, poked his head into the kitchen.
"…Yes? What did you– YOU!" Sanji suddenly yelled, dropping the grocery bags and pointing an accusing finger at the person standing beside Zeff. "What are you doing here?!"
Zeff looked curiously between the two. "Ah, so you know each other? Well that makes things easier. I want you to show Luffy here the ropes. She's going to be our new chore girl."
Luffy beamed at Sanji, attracting both the gazes and hearts of all the other chefs in the kitchen. "Sanji! Yay, you're fina–"
The rest of the sentence was cut off as a foot slammed into her face, sending her flying across the counters and knocking over pots, pans, tools, and utensils before the wall opposite finally stopped her momentum.
The entire staff stared at Sanji with their jaws on the floor; even Zeff looked at Sanji in surprise. "Sanji?!" They all chorused, unable to believe their own eyes. Sanji had always been their biggest ladies' man, always pampering young, cute, and beautiful women in sight. Women exactly like Luffy.
He had just broken his biggest code of honor: as long as he breathed, he would never hurt a lady.
Sanji ignored the stares and the question, and instead calmly lowered his foot before lighting a cigarette.
"Sanji?" Patty asked, "What the hell's gotten into you?"
Sanji pointed to Luffy who was only just picking herself up from the mess, "That, is no lady."
Sorry it's really short, future chapters will be longer; as I said, it's just the prologue for now.
This won't be updated again until I write out at least half of it, sorry. But R&R and I may be tempted to write faster?
Feel free to leave critiques, comments, or anything else! Flames shall be used to cook the plot bunnies!
