I've seen many stories with OC's being teleported to the One Piece world, but only once did I see the idea of the straw hat pirates going into the modern world.
So I suppose this inspired me to have the idea of taking only one of them into the modern world with a time limit of how long they can stay there.
So thank you, very much, for the writer who inspired me c:
Culprit: Sanji 8D!
kinda only got inspired by the summary of the story and the idea of going into the modern world, so I'm not sure who the author is exactly, but I did look for a story with the straw hats going to a modern world and boom 8) I found a chapter written by JackJackJackie2. I haven't read it, but you can check it out if you wish.
For a while I've been thinking of pairing Sanji with an OC, and thought doing it this way would be more interesting.
I don't own the display picture.
SHALL WE?
Sanji made his way through a carnival that their… mature captain decided to go to. The crazy island they'd landed on was known for its festivals and famous magic shows.
AKA: the ideal island for Luffy.
The cook moved from stand to stand, tasting the treats and quietly listing the spices that were used. As he approached the last food stand, an aged woman that sat behind it greeted him.
"Sir," she said, lowering her voice. "Did you know that the world we're in isn't the only world in existence?"
Sanji paused before biting into a piece of chicken that was skewered on a wooden stick. "Huh?"
"There's an entire world outside our own…" she explained, her eyes reflecting the bright moonlight, "No man has ever dared to explore it. Do you have the courage?"
"Not interested," he replied before giving his finger a quick lick to get rid of the stickiness of the barbeque sauce. "There's a spice in this that I can't put my finger on…mind telling me what you used?"
"Coward," she jeered, making Sanji's curly brow twitch in annoyance.
"What'd you say?" he hissed. An absurd chuckle escaped the old woman's throat. She got up and gestured for Sanji to follow her.
He wasn't going to leave with that irritating geezer thinking he was a wimp. In normal circumstances, he wouldn't give a crap. He had no clue why he was reeled in so quickly by her. Rolling his eyes, he stomped away from the food stand, wondering if going after her was worth it.
They reached a small tent. Reluctantly, Sanji ducked and walked into it. The old woman held a gold bracelet which she quickly slipped onto Sanji's wrist. She might've been a wrinkled little lady, but she had fast movements.
"The heck…" Sanji whispered as he watched the bracelet shrink in size until it circled his wrist perfectly, making him unable to take it off. There was no clasp to free him of it either.
"Oi, what the hell?" he snapped, struggling to take it off. The woman's low giggles filled the small tent.
"Don't worry, sir," she soothed. "According to the myth of this bracelet, you'll be back in seven days. No one has tried it in aeons, though, so it's not for sure. But once you do return, I expect a full report about it. All the best!"
"HOLD IT! Come back from where?! You'd better answer me, you old fart, or I'll be your worst night-"
Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to finish his threat. As quick as someone falls asleep, he was swept away from the tent and into pitch darkness.
He woke in a start. Realizing he was rolling comically, he embraced himself before crashing into a wall.
"Damn…" he whispered in a pained tone, rubbing his head. He blinked a few times, his vision still blurry. He was definitely not at the carnival anymore.
"Holly crap… WHO ARE YOU?!" someone yelled. Sanji raised his head only to be welcomed by a girl sitting quietly on her bed, with…what was that? Some kind of machine on her lap…
That aside, she was very pretty. As every other woman was to the cook.
The girl slipped off her bed.
Gracefully, he got up and gave his hair a flick. "Miss, if I may introduce mys-"
He was getting interrupted quite a number of times that day. But this time, it was by a swift kick in his stomach.
"WHO-WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE? HOW'D YOU GET IN ANYWAY? ARE YOU A BURGLER? I'LL CALL THE POLICE! AND I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M PRETTY GOOD AT MARTIAL ARTS! WANNA SEE?!"
Sanji, suddenly remembering the situation he was in, got up and slammed his fist into the wall. "Shit…what am I gonna do…a week? Wouldn't that mess up our route if we stayed on the island that long …?"
He shook his head and focused his gaze on the girl again. Her short brown hair was wild, and her irises were as big as his favorite saucers. She was in a fighting stance, but her legs shook, betraying the confident look on her face.
"I'm not gonna do anything to hurt you, miss," he said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. "And I'm not a burglar. I'm a cook. Well, and a pirate."
The girl stopped shaking and instead, an amused expression danced on her young features. "A pirate?"
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!" she broke into a fit of laughter, slapping her bed madly. "AWH MAN! WHAT ARE YOU, A KID?"
Sanji was more than a little confused. Deciding he'd better explain the situation, he pointed to the bracelet that dangled from his left wrist.
"An old woman gave me this thing and sent me away. I'm not from around here, actually. I'm from North blue, and just a few minutes ago I was in the grand line with my nakama."
"Your what? Nakama…?" she repeated, stifling her laugh. Sanji let out a puff of smoke and nodded.
She wiped her eyes from the tears that had formed due to her laughter. "Sure, whatever you say. Now, mind if you get out of my house? I don't think my parents would approve of me having a boy in my room. Especially a boy with a bizarre swirly eyebrow."
Sanji wiggled despite himself. "Mellorine~ your wishes are my command!"
The girl knitted her eyebrows, backing away. "Heh? Mellorine? Those terms you're using are kind of creeping me out…"
"You're so cute when you're confused!" he swooned, tilting his head back and forth in admiration.
"Aha… now please leave, I need to get back on my laptop and finish a project I'm working on," she said, indicating with her hands that she wanted him to get out of the room.
"Laptop?" he repeated.
"Uh, yeah, my laptop," she said, pointing at the object that had been on her lap earlier.
"What's that?"
A smile appeared on her lips. "Acting oblivious, huh? Old way to flirt, man."
Sanji stayed silent, taking another drag off his cigarette.
"Gosh, what've you been doing, living in ignorance?" she asked, shaking her head in disbelief. She sat quietly on her bed, losing herself in deep thought, yet still keeping an eye on him.
Sanji looked out the window and noticed not one, not two, but countless metal objects moving one after the other down the streets. He had seen ships, he had seen motorcycles, but he had never seen anything that modern.
"Whoa, that's some advanced source of transportation," he casually pointed out.
"Oh, my God…" the girl whispered, burying her face in the palms of her hands.
"Ah, my darling! Forgive me for my rudeness," he suddenly cried out, looking away from the window and giving her a slight bow. "My name is Sanji."
"Even your name is weird…" she whined quietly before collecting herself. She was still very wary of him, but managed to sit up and give him a crooked smile, "I'm Ivy."
…
Meanwhile
"Uhm…guys?" Nami murmured. Everyone was gathered in front of the Merry.
"Where's Sanji?"
"It's weird…I can't catch his scent…" Chopper proclaimed nervously, sniffing the air, "Not at all."
"Good," Zoro mumbled, only to be slammed into the ground by the worried navigator.
…
"Be quiet!" Ivy snapped as she walked down the stairs, followed by Sanji who was making ridiculous mumbling noises.
"Cutie cutie cutie~" he bubbled, making a jingle out of every compliment he thought of. As she reached the front door, she gave Sanji a quick pat on the back.
"Nice meeting you," she told him, her tone clearly showing she didn't mean it in the least.
Once she opened the door, she pushed Sanji out. "See ya!"
And with that, she shut the door, leaving the cook standing on her front steps, looking out onto an entirely different world. Even the air smelled different.
Sanji continued smoking his cigarette, wondering what the heck he was going to do. He had some money on him, but not enough to stay anywhere decent.
So, he simply walked out the gate and observed the small neighborhood he was in. His eyes locked on a girl who was jogging on a sidewalk across from him. She gave him a quick glance.
"Lookin' lovely!" he said, sending her a wink. He wasn't expecting such a reaction, but she let out a piercing scream and ran off. Sanji blinked a few times. He heard a loud slam of a door coming from behind him.
"What did you just do?!" Ivy rushed out towards him, looking around frantically. "I just heard a girl scream…did you do anything weird?!"
"Ivy-chan~ I only gave a pretty lady kind words," he explained innocently. Ivy squinted.
"Chan?" she repeated. "Did you just call me Ivy-chan?"
"Haai, Ivy-chwaaan!" he repeated, this time clasping his hands together for effects. Ivy slowly placed her hand on her forehead.
"My friend who's into anime and that kinda thing…she calls me that for fun," Ivy explained.
"Anime?"
The cook was getting a little tired of all the unfamiliar terms.
"Yes, anime," Ivy whispered absentmindedly. "Just…follow me into the house. But quick, my parents get home from work in a couple of hours."
The cook happily skipped towards the house again.
As they walked up the stairs, Ivy shook her head in frustration. She walked into her bedroom, followed by Sanji, then quietly closed the door. She gestured for him to sit next to her.
"Alright…see here," she said after opening her laptop. Sanji was very impressed with it.
"Wow, that's incredible…so you're able to contact people and search recipes on here?" he asked. She nodded impatiently.
"Yeah, but never mind that for now," she mumbled. She clicked on a site which showed a list of different anime. She scrolled through them quickly.
"Look," she said, pointing at them briefly. "My friend watches this sort of thing all the time. And some of the terms you're using remind me of it."
Sanji's eyes quickly caught One Piece in the anime list. He gently lifted Ivy's hand off the mouse, which took her by surprise.
"Wait!" he said. "One Piece…I just saw something that says One Piece."
"Yeah, that's an anime," she explained, cocking her eyebrow. "I've only heard of it though, don't know the plot or characters."
Sanji put his hand over his head. Nah…it couldn't possibly be the One Piece I know…
"Can you uh…show it to me?" he asked. There was no harm making sure. Nodding, she scrolled up and clicked on the name.
Sanji almost choked on his own spit.
Ivy wasn't in any better condition.
"NO WAY!" they both blurted out. Ivy looked back and forth between what was on the screen and Sanji.
"This is no joke…" she finally whimpered as she gave his whole body a thorough scan.
"Same eyebrow…same hair…same eyes…everything."
Sanji was not only shocked, he was also horrified.
"People watch us?" he asked disbelievingly.
Ivy bit her bottom lip. "Who cares about that now?! Why the hell are you real?!"
He vowed that as soon as he got back, he was going to make sure he looked extra good for his lady-stalkers.
"That old fart really was telling the truth," Sanji groaned to himself, once his perverted thoughts subsided.
"We can't have you running around looking like an anime character," Ivy said, trying not to freak out. "Uh…we're gonna have to change your clothes and…maybe give you a haircut..."
Sanji raised his eyebrows. "Nothing against you, my dear Ivy-chan, but I'd rather keep my hair the way it is."
She knitted her eyebrows. "Alright then…maybe a hat could work. But even with all that, your eyebrow stands out like a sore thumb.
"But…I still need to be 100% sure this is true. I'm still trying to convince myself this isn't some sort of prank, and this being a dream is out of the question," Ivy decided, almost blanking out.
"You said you were a cook, right?"
"I can cook whatever your taste buds crave!"
"Uh…thank you?" she murmured, not quite sure how to react to the way he said it.
She turned her attention back to the laptop and typed in his name.
She mentally face-palmed as she noticed an entire Wikipedia page about him. By reading it, she confirmed that indeed, the anime character Sanji was a cook from North blue, and was in a pirate crew called the Straw hats.
"Alrighty," she finally said as she closed her laptop. "I'll believe this is real if you can cook me an exquisite meal in less than an hour."
She observed the cook's reaction, but was mildly surprised that he didn't seem to mind or feel pressured at all.
"Is there something in particular you'd like to request?" he asked, starting to walk out the door.
"Hmm," she muttered, following him down the stairs. Her eyes brightened.
"Mushroom soup!"
Ivy led him to the kitchen, where she took out all the things he needed and placed them on the counter.
"Do your magic," she said with a small smile. "You can use whateeever you need. I'm just gonna watch you."
Sanji thanked her and got to work. Rolling his sleeves up, he began with chopping the meat. Ivy found herself gaping as she marveled at how gracefully he prepared the ingredients.
"Do you mind me putting pepper?" he asked.
"Oh, right!" she piped. "Yeah, I'm actually allergic to it…"
"Haaai!" he cheerfully confirmed, returning to adding the other spices. The kitchen was starting to smell really good. Ivy couldn't help but clench her fists in excitement.
He stirred the pot of soup on the stove, gradually starting to add the thinly sliced mushrooms.
"You're so skilled…" she stated in awe, forgetting the point of his cooking. Sanji gave her a watery smile.
"It's so wonderful to hear that from you, melloriine~" he cried out. Turning off the heat, he took out a wooden spoon and dipped it into the soup before offering it to Ivy.
She blew on it a few times and placed it in her mouth. Taking her time savoring all the flavors, a broad smile crossed her face. "Whoa…"
"This is so amazing!" she almost squealed. Sanji wiggled and starting spouting incomprehensible compliments. The door of the kitchen burst open.
Ivy turned her head towards the door, and a nervous look spread across her face.
"Oh…hey, mom…and dad."
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