AN: Omg I have been plannin' this for a while. :D
I am in JUST a great mood, you know? I was gonna post this when I had more chapters prepared seeing as I only wrote this last night, but then I thought, what the hell! :D
WHY am I in a good mood? Let me say this: SUNDAY, JAMES BLUNT'S OPEN AIR CONCERT! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
So have fun with this :D The chapter's will be short like this but only to make it fun ;)
Odd Girl
Sanji POV
I sat down at a chair in the kitchen, my head in my hands as I puffed my cigarette. Why is it that I can love beautiful women, but they never loved me? I'd just about given up on Robin-chan and Nami-san by now. Nami loves that baka Captain, Luffy. Robin, for some INSANE reason, is together with Marimo-head, of all people. There were no other women on board. And no matter what I do, the women I meet when they make port don't seem to be attracted to me like I was to them.
All of a sudden, there was a shout. "Land in sight!" Robin's voice from the watch tower called. I ran out and leaned over the railing. Sure enough, there was an Autumn island in view. We were very low on supplies and just about everything needed to run a ship, so we were going to stay here for a while. Plus, Nami got a tip-off from a sailor who was at this island; the Eternal Post took 3 months to point to the next island. Everyone agreed that we would stay low and take this oppotunity as a holiday. As we made port, I didn't even stop to swoon of Robin-chan for spotting the island or cheer with the rest of the crew. I jumped off and headed straight into town, lighting up a fresh cigarette as I did so.
"He's not acting right," I heard someone say, but I ignored them. I found the local restuarant and growled when I read the sign, 'No Smoking indoors.'
"Same reaction I had," came a soft voice. I turned to see a young woman with flawless mocha skin and extreme white hair pulled into a bun leaning against the wall near to me. My natural reaction was to swoon all over her, but the aura she gave off was waaaay too clear: Do Not Flirt With Me Like An Idiot, Idiot. So I cleared my throat and reluctantly made to stamp out my cigarette. She smiled as I did so. "You wanna order somethin'?"
"You work here?" I replied, trying to 'causally' look her up and down, but I was caught at her boobs. Lovely, round soft- Whack. I was on the ground. The woman stood above me, her left hand poised to smack me again. Her long, unusally white hair had fallen loose of her bun and framed her face and shoulders.
"Pervert," she growled. All of a sudden, there was a loud noise and a tubby man with a chef's hat came bustling out.
"Tara! I told you not to hit our customers!"
"He was staring at my boobies." she retorted, folding her arms protectively across her front.
"Yes, you have lovely boobs. However, you know the rules."
"Yes, Sir. Now then, customer, how may I help you?" she gritted her teeth as she offered me a hand. I took it gratefully.
"A glass of red wine, some roast duck and an ice bag for my face please." I groaned, rubbing my cheek where she struck me. She indicated I should sit down at the table I didn't notice was outside and went to go make my order. The chef shook his head.
"She's like that sometimes."
"I noticed."
"She's really nice though, once you get to know her."
I glared at him. "After that encounter, what makes you think I want to get to know her?"
He shrugged and looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Because everything she does or will do, will make you curious. And will make you want more."
I looked at him like he was mad, but he just laughed and went back inside.
What the hell did that old man mean?
