So I'm in the process of getting back into One Piece, and I wanted to write something. I haven't really written anything in a while, so I figured starting with something short would be a better idea than just jumping in on some of my longer WIPs. So this is basically the 100 themes challenge, but with only 32. Why 32? Well, I just took a sheet of paper and folded it in half as many times as I could, which gave me 32 little slips. I wrote a different character's name on each one and put them all in a hat. I did the same with 32 random themes from the challenge list. I want to try to write one drabble per day, but I make no guarantees. Some will have pairings, some will not. It really depends on my mood when I write it. I'll let you know of any pairings at the top of each one.
Hope you enjoy! :)
Character: Luffy
Theme: Cut
Pairings: None
Warnings: there's a little bit of blood, but nothing major
Sanji whistled a soft tune to himself as he added a dash of paprika to the sauce he was working on. He gave it a taste and hummed in satisfaction. He turned to the potatoes waiting to be washed and realized a certain rubber nuisance had yet to show up. Usually he was there pretty soon after Sanji started cooking, but he was already halfway done with dinner. Maybe he'll let me actually have a bit of peace today, he thought with a smile.
Distantly, he heard Luffy's excited shout, "Gomu Gomu no…ROCKET!" The rubber-boy came crashing through the galley doors, smacking into the table and falling face-first to the floor. Sanji sighed. Guess not.
"Saaaaaaaaaanjiiiiiiiii~!" his captain whined, bouncing up and rushing up behind the irate chef.
"You know the drill, Luffy. No food until I say so," Sanji reprimanded, kicking him out of his personal space.
Luffy pouted. "Aww, stingy!" he said, sticking his tongue out childishly. Sanji rolled his eyes and turned back to the potatoes. He gave them all a quick rinse and started peeling them with a paring knife. Large, owlish eyes watched as the peelings dropped into a bowl.
"Can I help?"
Sanji halted his movements and eyed his captain curiously. "You want to peel potatoes?"
"Yeah! Shishishi!" Luffy grinned.
"...Alright then," He agreed, stepping aside. "You ever done this before?" Receiving an enthusiastic nod, the blonde carried on, "Okay. Just be sure to cut the skins as close as possible. The thinner you can make 'em, the crispier they're going to be when I fry them later. And don't drop anything or I'll peel you. Got that?"
Luffy saluted with a dramatic flourish. "Aye aye!" Sanji chuckled and started on preparing the meat.
They worked together in amiable silence, which was unexpected, but Sanji welcomed it. It was nice to spend some quality time with his captain without feeling the urge to kick him back to East Blue. And quiet moments like that was so rare on the Strawhat's ship. As much as he loved his rowdy comrades, it was nice to have a bit of peace every once in a while. A small smile graced the chef's lips as he savored the feeling.
It wasn't too long before the silence was broken by a sharp intake of breath. Sanji looked to Luffy, who was holding his hand carefully, away from the counter full of food. A small drop of blood dripped to the floor.
Sanji set down his knife and ushered the boy to the sink. "Oi, put that under some water," he ordered. Luffy did as he was told, turning on the tap and washing the blood away. The blonde inspected the small cut on the inside of his thumb. It didn't look too bad, but he'd need to put a bandage on it. "You should go see Chopper."
Luffy frowned. "But-"
"I'll finish the potatoes. Don't worry about it. You did good." At his words, the rubber-boy's mouth stretched into his infamous grin. Sanji had to kick him to get him to leave. Idiot, he thought, smiling fondly at the perfectly-peeled potatoes left behind.