Author's Note: I came up with this story when me and my parents were vacationing in Europe during Christmas break. I had gotten a cold while on our stay, and the gears in my head just started turning and voila! This story was born. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Sanji Catches a Cold
The first thing that he noticed when he woke up was his stuffed nose. It was so stuffed, that it was a miracle that he was still alive after he had slept the whole night while breathing through his nose. The second thing that he noticed was how hot he felt. He felt that you could crack an egg and fry it on him. That's how hot he felt. The third thing he noticed was the dizziness as he sat up. The whole room began spinning round and round nonstop. It made his stomach feel a little upset. The final thing he noticed was his sore throat. It hurt a lot when he swallowed. He coughed a little, which made his throat hurt even more.
Ah, hell, thought Sanji in dismay, I've caught a cold. He sat there, trying to recall his thoughts of how he could've gotten a cold. None of the other crewmates were sick, so the possibility of catching a cold from one of them was out of the question. Then he remembered. Just yesterday, the Going Merry crew had visited a town for supplies. While there, Sanji had decided to visit a bar just for the heck of it. When he entered, he immediately saw a small group of gorgeous women. In less than a minute, Sanji ended up cooing all of them. While he was busy flirting with them, one of the women stayed a few feet apart from them. She said that she had a small cold and didn't want any of them to catch it. Sanji dismissed this as being shy and moved closer towards her despite her objections.
Idiot! Sanji thought to himself. Why didn't you listen to her? Now you have this stupid cold! Sanji sighed and, realizing that there wasn't anything else he can do, got out of his hammock and went upstairs to prepare breakfast.
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Preparing breakfast was a living hell for Sanji. Not only was the whole room spinning and he ended up swaying, but he kept sneezing, sometimes barely missing the food he was cooking. He felt miserable and just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Is everything alright, Sanji?" asked Nami as she came into the kitchen. "You've been sneezing an awful lot this morning."
"Oh, I'm fine, Nami –san," said Sanji as he blew his nose into a tissue, "really." Nami didn't look convinced.
"You've been swaying a lot, too."
"Oh, that? That's, um…that's a little dance routine I've been practicing." Sanji started moving around in order to convince Nami, but only ended up collapsing into a nearby chair.
"Sanji! Are you alright!?" Nami rushed up to Sanji.
"Don't worry, Nami-swan," said Sanji, "I just tripped, that's all." Sanji tried to stand up but only ended up collapsing back into the chair. Nami placed her hand over Sanji's forehead (which made him feel quite happy, by the way).
"You're burning up! I knew it! You're sick!" Nami stepped back.
"Nami-swan, I'm fine. Really." Sanji tried to stand up again, but before he collapsed again, Nami grabbed his right arm and placed it around her neck so that Sanji had some balance.
"You need to rest. Right now," said Nami in her usual strict voice.
"But Nami-swan, what about breakfast?"
"I'll deal with that later. We can't have you running around with a cold and getting everyone sick."
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"Everyone, I'm afraid we have some bad news." Nami had called the rest of the crew into the kitchen. Luffy looked at her in dismay.
"Bad news? Oh no! We ran out of meat, didn't we!?"
"NO!" Nami said annoyingly. "The bad news is that Sanji's sick and we need someone to replace him until he feels better."
"Not me," said Zoro, "I'm no good at this cooking stuff."
"No one asked you to cook!" yelled Nami, getting angrier at every minute.
"Then I'll cook!" said Luffy eagerly.
"Oh no!" said Usopp, horrified. "There's no way you're cooking for us! You'll probably make something disgusting and we'll die from it!"
"Ah, come on, Usopp!" said Luffy with his usual big grin. "You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!"
"And I'm not planning to!"
"Will you two shut up!?" yelled Nami. "Fine, we'll let Luffy cook. I just hope it'll be something good."
"Oh boy!" said Luffy as he got up and ran into the kitchen. "This is gonna be fun!" A few crashes and bonks were heard from inside the kitchen. "Hey Nami? Where are the frying pans?" Luffy opened one of the cupboards and a stack of plates crashed on top of him. "OW!" Nami sighed.
"I think this is a bad idea."