Hey, everybody. As some of you may know, for the last two months I've been participating in Round One of the 30_onepiece's challenge on livejournal. Make a claim (Sanji, in my case) and write thirty fics on various themes. It was really hard, and it pushed my creativity and time management skills (which are mostly nonexistent), but I had a LOT of fun doing it.
Now that I'm done, I'm posting them here on ffn so that you guys can read them. I hope you enjoy!
For once in my life I actually have this whole project done and ready to go now, so I'll be posting one everyday or almost everyday until I've gotten through the whole thing. Some are long, some are short, some are dumb, some are angsty… it's a mixed bag. And by the way, those of you with livejournal accounts, you should go to the community sometime and check out the other stuff on there. Everyone's done a really good job with the challenge. And maybe I'll see some of you in Round Two. ^^
Big thanks to Abra Cadaverous for putting up with Sanji-centric spam for two months and my not-so-occasional whining about not having time to work on this (though I had plenty of time to complain about not having time, I know… XP). You're gorgeous, dear. ^^
This is dedicated to all my fellow Sanji fangirls. Fire, knives, and black silk ties; what more could a girl ask for? ^^
DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece.
Title: Cook's Hands
Theme: Beginning
Words: 258
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I didn't have to go in order, but ironically I wrote this one first.
Summary: It was Sanji's oldest memory, and, if he had to pick one, his most important as well.
Cook's Hands
By Dandy Wonderous
It was Sanji's oldest memory and, if he had to pick one, his most important as well.
He was only three years old, sitting on the kitchen counter next to a big bowl. His mother was fishing through cabinets, pulling out different ingredients and spices. In the fuzzy mists of remembrance he could still see her smile, wide like his own, her blonde hair tied up in a bun to keep it out of the way. "We're making chicken curry today, Sanji," she said lightly. He smiled and clapped his hands in excitement, setting her to laughing.
"Always wanting to watch your mom cook," complained his father from the doorway teasingly. He raised one swirly eyebrow at the boy as he shook his head. "Don't you want to come watch your ol' dad build a chair?"
"Oh honey," said his mom, putting a hand on her son's shoulder defensively. "You know he isn't going to be a carpenter."
"He's still a tot; how do you know for sure?"
She turned back to Sanji, leaning her forehead down against his and giving him a butterfly kiss before taking his hands in hers. "These hands aren't meant for working with wood. These are a cook's hands."
And from that moment on he had loved cooking, even after disease claimed his parents. He loved it in the orphanage, and he'd even gotten an apprentice position in a ship's kitchen. And after everything that happened after that, he still loved cooking.
Because his mother had been right; his were a cook's hands.
The End
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