Sanji's Troubles.
Chapter one.
Sanji leaned on the railing, glancing out at the blue sky. In a rather good mood in fact, unlike usual. He breathed in a large amout of smoke and coughed, enjoying the flavor and nicotine, but still hating the sensation.
"SANJI! SANJI!" The captain ran up to him and wrapped his arms around Sanji's waist, eyes wide.
Unimpressed, Sanji asked, "What do you want, crap-kid?"
"SANJI! Smoking is bad for your health! You'll get sick!"
"I know. Now go away." Sanji tried unsuccsessfuly to remove Luffy from himself.
"No! I won't! You need to quit!"
"...! Quit?!"
"Yeah. I learned today that smoking hurts your lungs. You gotta quit!"
"No! My body is my buisness. Now leave me alone!"
"Please! Sanji, you got ashes in my food yesterday."
"Did not!"
Luffy looked up at him, tears filling his eyes. "But SanjI!"
"No. I do not have a problem. I could quit if I wanted."
"You couldn't!"
"Shut up." To tell the truth, Sanji was aware he had a problem. He had already tried to quit twice, and given up. Why bother?
"No! You hafta quit! Besides, I threw all your tobacco overboard."
"I will never listen to you, stu- WHAT?!"
"'Cause it's bad for you, y'know?"
Sanji banged his head against the rail.
"You. Did. Not!" Did that mean the ciggie in his mouth was the last on board?!
"Oh god, Luffy! You...!"
Luffy smiled hugely. "I knew you'd understand!" He let go of Sanji and waltzed away, yelling, "I cured Sanji! I cured Sanji!"
Sanji stood at the deck, smoking until his last ciggerate burned out. He threw it in the water, and cursed. "I'll get you for this, Luffy."
END.
AN: So, how is it? I will continue, I hope. Those who review get a free plushie of a character of your choice.
