Disclaimer : I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters.
The crisp air blew softly on Sanji's pale skin as he frowned around an unlit cigarette, thin arms were crossed above his chest as he watched several burly and tall men enter his home and exit shortly after with their hands full of boxes and furniture. It was mid-afternoon and the blonde chef couldn't be anymore pissed off if he tried, but who wouldn't be after waking up to a shouting old man saying they were going to be moving? To a new fucking town? Which meant a school transfer, and leaving all his friends behind?
Not to mention this town that they were moving too was hours away from the Baratie, which made Sanji all the more confused as to why they were leaving their dream behind so easily and without any goddamn complaints. It just wasn't right, and the 18 year old honestly felt as though he was still dreaming.
"What the hell is going on, old man?" The lean figure asked as he walked up next to his elder step-father, who was instructing the movers on what he wanted transferred on the first trip with tense features and clenched fists. He didn't even care that he was interrupting, all he cared about was getting a shred of information on why exactly this was happening, and why he had no say in the events. "Fucking talk to me before I burn this place to the ground with you trapped inside!"
The men seemed rather off-put as the beauty of a blonde had unleashed such a swarm of profanity, but didn't bother commenting on it as Zeff rolled his eyes and gestured for them to get back to work so he could speak to his son.
"Zip is, eggplant." The old man stated with a glare, which made Sanji return the expression with fire practically exploding from his baby blues. "We don't have a choice in the matter."
"The fuck does that mean?! It's our home, of course we have a say in if we move or no-" The blonde stopped himself mid-sentence as he let out a long sigh and spit his saliva coated cigarette onto the cold grassy ground. He didn't even realized he had bothered to stomp out the unlit smoke -a habit he supposed- as he continued to speak. "Is this about money...? I thought the Baratie was doing well..."
"It's not that, idiot. Don't bother concerning yourself on the why's, just focus on getting your shit together and in the truck before we leave." The elder man spoke harshly, but his eyebrows were still drawn up in worry as he pushed the teen into the house, who instead of fighting, did as he was told.
It was rare for him to see Zeff so.. Uneasy about something. He saw truth in his eyes when he said it had nothing to do with money, but that only made Sanji more confused and worried as to why this was happening. If not money issues, then what would impact them to a point where they had to leave town?
Sanji shook the thoughts from his tired mind as he walked into his room and grabbed one of the many boxes that had his more expensive clothes inside. He would get the information from the geezer at some point, he always did after all, so there was no point in stressing so much on it at the moment.
For now, he needed to get his knives and clothes packed away before Zeff decided to leave him behind. Which, Sanji couldn't help but think, wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Blonde hair was thrown every which way as sea blue eyes blinked themselves open, the morning sun barely missing the orbs as the teen attached to the parts groaned and rolled onto his side, hand reaching out for an alarm clock that wasn't there.
That was a little concerning, and enough to get the teen shooting up and looking around the foreign surroundings around him as he tried to process where he was. He seemed to of lost himself for a good minute before his mind kicked into action and reminded him of yesterdays events. They had moved.
All in one day. All the planning, moving and relocating in one damn day. The blonde thought as he kicked his feet off to the side of his bed and looked around at the many boxes that littered the cold wooden floor. After they had finally gotten everything they needed from the house -which was obviously everything- then taken a 3 hour trip to their new house twice, Sanji was bushed, and decided to call it a night without bothering to unpack anything but his blanket and pillow.
Zeff didn't even yell at him for crashing so early, which Sanji appreciated at the time, but now that he really thought about it, was completely out of character for the man. He never let his son sleep early since he could always do better things with his time, like cook, plan meals, think of new recipes, study for school, or workout. There was always something to do. But yet again, that was another thing to add to the list of 'Confusing shit Zeff has done in a day'. Needless to say, it was a very long list that had only been invented yesterday.
"Mgh..." The teen groaned once more as he let the pads of his thin feet make contact with the floor, which caused rippling pulses of cold to run through his legs. This was why he preferred carpet, they couldn't absorb the cold as much and it didn't make for a painful wake-up call.
After adjusting to the sudden cold the blonde finally stood himself up and groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that day as he realized he had no idea what box held his everyday clothes. He didn't really have any time to mark anything with how fast he was being rushed out of the house. He looked down at his attire and simply shrugged before walking out of the room, and headed towards what he hoped to be the bathroom. He was wearing some grey yoga pants and a baggy black shirt, it wasn't exactly formal but it wasn't like he was leaving the house today.
"Wrong door, eggplant." Sanji would of jumped up from shock at the sudden voice, but restrained himself as he glared over his shoulder at Zeff, who was walking down the hallway in his own set of pajamas. The blonde let go of the handle he had deemed the bathrooms before crossing his arms above his chest. "Last door on the right."
He didn't bother thanking the man as he turned on his heel and went to the instructed door, or at least he would have if Zeff didn't decide to speak up again. "Sanji."
Ohh, using his actual name, huh? Sanji scoffed and rolled his eyes but still continued to turn around and look at the man as he spoke. Making eye contact throughout their conversations showed the other that they weren't about to back down, and Sanji wasn't about to hint at what he thought was a weakness when he wasn't the one in the wrong.
"We will talk after we get everything unpacked, get your student id as well so we can apply to the closest school." The blonde didn't speak yet again, to strung up on his pride to even bother giving the man the satisfaction of hearing his voice.
It's not like he really needed to get the point that he was pissed across, because he was sure that anger was pouring out of his every crevice since he woke up the previous morning, but he still felt the need to ignore the man until he explained himself. So with that thought in mind he turned back on his heel and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him, happy that the old man had at least set out his hygienic products the night before since the cook was sure that he wouldn't be able to find them if he tried with how many boxes were lining the halls and floors.
Most of it was cooking equipment, but there were also books, clothes, weird ornaments that they scattered throughout their old house, and some memorable items that the two didn't wish to part with. Like Sanji's chef knife that Gordan Ramsay had signed. That was something the blonde would never EVER part with.
Sanji then grabbed his toothbrush and began to scrub at his teeth without bothering to look into the mirror. No one tended to believe him, which is why he stopped telling others, but the blonde was very self-conscious and hated the way he looked. The fact that after he told anyone this they laughed in his face didn't help in the slightest, which is why he thought it best to avoid mirrors and pictures whenever possible. Instead he grabbed his comb with his other hand and straightened down the strands before spitting out the minty foam and rinsing his mouth with some mouthwash.
He may not leave the house but he still wasn't about to walk around looking like a hobo. Even if he couldn't shower yet... That thought sparked another wave of anger in his soul, but he kept it contained as he left the bathroom after relieving himself and cleaning his hands with the set out sanitizer. The water would be turned on around lunch, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Hmm~" The blonde let out a small hum as he walked down the unknown halls, and after what felt like hours he found the large living room, where Zeff was sitting with two plates of waffles and other breakfast foods placed in front of him.
Waffles were a comforting food to Sanji and had been ever since he was a child, which only proved the fact that this move wasn't something the elder man could control. It made Sanji feel slightly bad as he walked over and planted himself next to the man, grabbing the plate in front of him before digging in, only stopping for short moments to sip on some orange juice. But even though he felt bad, he still wasn't about to apologize. Not until he got an explanation.
"So, we are going to apply you in Grand Line High School. I've been hearing good things about it, and we can get you transferred today so you can start tomorrow." Sanji nodded as he licked his lips free from the syrup before grabbing some bacon. "And I know this is all... Sudden. But believe me when I say it is for the best. We will manage the restaurant from here so don't worry about that."
"I want to WORK in the restaurant, not fucking manage it." The teen spat out after setting his empty plate onto the table and grabbed the orange juice to slowly finish it off. It was obvious that Zeff was proud at that exclamation, but he didn't comment on it as he sighed and crossed his beefy arms above his chest.
"I know, eggplant. But there is nothing I can do right now. Hopefully this all clears up soon and we can go back, but until then I suggest you stop bitching and deal with this."
"WHAT clears up you fucking geezer? All I want to know is why we moved here! Why so suddenly, and what the hell are you so worried about?!" The blonde blew up and held up a hand as Zeff went to speak. "I don't want to hear any bullshit about me not having to know, or you not having a choice. Just take this and don't bother talking to me until you decide to tell me the truth."
Sanji tossed the man his student id before stomping his way back into his room. He might as well un-pack everything while he tried to calm himself down.
Although he was sure the task wouldn't help ease his mind in the slightest.
The car ride to his new school was anything if not awkward, and Sanji couldn't help but try to ease the tension by turning on the radio. Which just so happened to click onto the news station, which Zeff turned off almost as soon as he turned it on so that the blondes action was pointless and made Sanji huff before crossing his arms above his lean chest and leaning himself against his door.
He watched as the many houses and stores passed by, he hated the idea of using Google Maps to get home, but he wasn't about to ask his father for a ride after everything that happend. The only reason he was driving him now was because they needed to get their early for his schedule and Zeff needed to run some errands so Sanji wasn't able to drive the car himself. Although Sanji would have been more than content with walking, Zeff didn't leave any room for arguments as he told him to get in the car.
"Here we are. Try not to pick any fights, eggplant." Was all Zeff said before Sanji rolled his eyes and hopped out of the car.
The school was huge yet not a single student was present on the yard, which helped to show how early Sanji actually was as he closed the car door behind him and began walking towards the building. He ignored the fact that Zeff didn't leave until he entered the school in favor of shoving his hands into his pockets and taking in his surroundings. It was actually a very clean and nice looking location, but that didn't help ease the fact that the blonde left a high-end culinary school for this public one.
But he was done being pissed over the situation. At least, that is what he was going to tell himself until he found of the truth.
So he shook the thoughts and entered the door labeled 'office', where two elderly women were seated behind oak-wood desks. Neither seemed to notice his presence, making him clear his throat as he clenched his thin hands around the strap of his backpack. The woman blinked in shock before looking up at the teen, who smiled sheepishly down at her in return.
Guess not many students came in this early.
"Hi there, um." God he hated talking to new people. Especially when he knew he couldn't be a dick if they said anything that crossed him. "I'm Sanji Blackleg. Transfer student, I was told to come in early to get my timestable...?"
"Oh, of course! I have it right here, dear." The woman smiled up at him before reaching into a folder next to her desk and pulling out two sheets of paper. "Here is your course outline, and this is a map of the school. Classes start at 8am but I am sure your first teacher is here now. He is very friendly and would want to meet you before the ruckus shows up."
"Thank you, ma'am." Sanji bowed slightly and threw her another smile before exiting the room and looking down at the sheets in his hands.
Class 101, Health and Biology. Guess he better head to his class before he decided to simply run away and join a pirate crew. Ya, he was that mad at the situation.
Tbc.