I, The Hooded Menace, have broken down and written a (hopefully) cute little ficlet about Sanji and Nami. If you read and review, maybe someone will bring YOU a cake!
Disclaimer - I own not One Piece. However, the world's supply of cake WILL BE MINE! MWUAHAHAHA!
Just Desserts
"His birthday is tomorrow, and I haven't the slightest idea what to get him," complained Nami. She was talking to her friend and fellow shipmate, Robin, trying to figure out a gift for Sanji.
Robin twirled her hat around her finger.
"I'm sure you'll think of something," she said noncommittally, "Get something related to his interests."
The redhead snorted. "Which are what, women and food? What would I do, make gingerbread women?"
"Maybe. Or you could just get him a cake."
Nami looked thoughtful. "Or, I could – that's it!" She leapt to her feet. "Tonight, after he's asleep, I'm going to do some baking."
The girl ran off, planning the biggest cake the ship had ever seen.
Nami tapped her foot impatiently. It seemed as though the crew would never go to bed! She couldn't have them around when she was in the kitchen; they might interfere with the process or, even worse, spoil the surprise. Finally, the last of them turned in, and Nami was ready to begin.
With her mad thief skills, she picked the lock to the pantry, gathering the flour, sugar, and other things she needed. Then, she found the largest bowl in the kitchen and started dumping in the ingredients, carefully following the recipe she chose. She was just starting to mix it when she heard a voice.
"Nami-swan? What are you doing?" asked a sleepy Sanji, who had gotten up to get a drink.
"Oh, um, just fixing me a late night snack," she lied.
"I'll help you," he instantly volunteered, eager to do anything for Nami.
"You can't!" she quickly replied, "It's, um, an old family recipe which nobody outside the family can use! Sorry."
"I understand," the chef said, glass of water in hand, "Well, goodnight then."
Nami smiled sweetly. "Night Sanji-kun!" she waved, closing the door behind him.
"That was far too close," she muttered under her breath, "Now, where was I?"
The bowl was much too large for a stirring spoon, so Nami used her stick instead. After stirring until she felt that her arms would fall off, she picked up the bowl, staggering under its weight, and poured the contents into a series of baking pans. This cake was going to be huge. After she finally loaded the pans into the oven, her focus turned to the frosting. Using the second-biggest bowl, she beat the mixture until it was smooth and creamy.
She dipped a finger in the mixture and tasted it. "Yum, this is delicious! Sanji will love it."
She kept busy cleaning up her mess until the cake came out of the oven, a perfect golden shade. Using a stepladder, Nami arranged the layers and frosted the masterpiece.
"Perfect," she said, grinning. Then she looked down at herself and started to laugh. Almost every bit of her had cake batter, flour, or frosting sticking to it. Which gave her a devilish idea. "This is going to be a birthday that Sanji will never forget!"
Sanji awoke to a knock on his door. Slightly sleepy, he stumbled to the door and opened it. Standing in front of him was one of the largest cakes he had ever seen, held by Nami. Who was covered in frosting.
"Happy birthday Sanji," she purred, "Want a bite?"
Faced with his ultimate fantasy, Sanji passed out due to blood loss from his massive nosebleed. It was indeed a birthday to remember.