The Blonde Chef

By: mariaelly

A/N: I claim the story to be mine but I disclaim everything from the characters. Also, Working! takes place after Season 2 and One Piece started before the time skip (cause also I'm not that confident with the current information I have). So, please enjoy.

Prologue:

"Ehhh? What do you mean the wind shifted, Nami?" A black haired guy in his late teens complained as he finished his bone of meat. He was sitting on the figurehead. The scar under his right eye stretched as he narrowed his eye in distress. "I want to eat meat! Meat! Meat! Meat!"

"Baka! You're already eating meat!" The orange haired girl, Nami, shouted from the quarterdeck. She raised her left hand and saw her Log Pose pointing erratically at various directions.

She sighed. She always trusted this device, but this wasn't the first time it happened. It actually happened way too many times. And whenever this occurred, she automatically knew something bad is going to happen. She decided to keep sailing at their current direction. "Besides, Zorro!"

"What?" A green haired guy shouted from the main mast. His swords clanked at each other until one hit a sake bottle, one of the many littered around him, which shattered as it hit the deck.

"WHO'S THAT?! I CLEANED THAT ALMOST A DAY! MARIMO!" A blonde haired guy rushed out of the quarters with a spoon. He waved it furiously, and oil and various other condiments flew on the floor. "HNGGH!"

"Nami, have you seen Cho-Cho-Choppeeeeeer!" A long nosed guy with an afro came in and slipped on the oil the blonde guy dripped. He was sent flying off the ship.

"Ussop!" A small reindeer and a cyborg screamed from the shrouds. They were fixing the netted ropes and were puzzled why Ussop hadn't seen them. "Don't die, Ussop!"

"Ughlkshgakgl help me akdsjhoaudgh... at least alskfaodig..." Ussop gasped for air as the raging waves crashed onto his lithe body. His face couldn't seem to hide his frustration as to why Chopper and Franky wouldn't help him and kept on screaming for him not to die.

"See? You messed it up yourself too, blonde pervert." The green haired guy smirked.

"What did you say, baka ka?" Blonde Pervert walked towards the mast and kicked it furiously. "Hah?! Do you intend to sit your ass there all day, huh?"

"Sanji! Zorro!" Nami shouted and eyed both of them furiously. Both men stopped their yapping and both turned to her. "Help Ussop there. We're almost near the island. Don't want to get one of our nakamas eaten, no?"

"ASDASDFGGHJKLLCH EATEN BY WHAT?!" Ussop cried helplessly as he frantically tried to swim back to the ship.

"Che. You don't need to tell me that." Zorro, the Marimo guy, stood up and jumped down the deck. "I'll be back even before this lover cook can even move."

"Teme! We'll see about that, drunkard!"

"Just get on with it." Nami sighed and turned her back as another useless fight broke out. "Luffy! Can you see any island? We might be staying there for a while 'till the Log Pose functions properly again."

"Hwooo! I can see it! Land ho!" The black haired guy earlier now called as Luffy, stood up and starting chanting meat while running in circles. "Meat! Meat, here I come!"

Nami sighed.

Robin and Brook were having a nice chat and a cup of tea while Ussop might die because of fright anytime. Franky and Chopper were actually useless since all they did was to panic uselessly for Ussop. Sanji and Zorro kept on arguing who's going to come back first. And her captain, who she once thought could handle her crew properly, was stirred up for meat.

Nami sighed again. She couldn't actually believe that these people were her nakamas.

"Hah?! What do you mean Satou-san isn't going to work?" A brown haired woman, rather small for her age, asked a blue haired guy frantically trying to keep up cooking food. "Did something happen to him?"

"Hai, Taneshima-san." The blue-haired guy said while he shimmer some garlic. Taneshima-san noticed that Souma-san was rather happy than worried. If she only knew what he was thinking.

"Eh?! What happened to him?"

"He was eaten by a-"

"He's sick, Taneshima-san. I called him a while ago and told him to get a day off. Takanashi-san should be here any minute now. Now go entertain those incoming customers." A black haired woman interrupted and entered the kitchen while eating a parfait. "Make sure they pay, okay?"

"Hai, Kyoko-san! Let's do our best until Satou-san gets better, minna-san!"