A/N: Yay! Ch.2! I didn't really introduce myself in the first ch. so, my names Hallie, and my friends call me Hallie-chan. I'm a huge Sanji fan! I'm 14 and I'm a freshman in high school. I tried real hard to make this chapter better than the last one, I was kind of disappointed with how short it was. It seemed longer when i wrote it down on paper honest! Thanx to everybody that reviewed! I did a happy dance every time i got a new one! And without further rambling...CH.2!
Sanij lazily opened his eyes. The sun barely peaked
over the endless azure horizon, and already it was time for
him to reluctantly pull himself out of bed. He awoke every day
at this time in order to prepare an exquisite five-star
breakfast for his Nami-san. As he thought of his lovely
Nami-san his eyes went comically heart shaped. 'Perhaps I'll
make her hotcakes with tangerine sauce.' he mused to himself.
'Oh yeah...I guess I'll have to feed those four other
bottomless pits I call crewmates too.' he thought as his
hearts faded away.
Sanji sighed as he crawled out of bed and quickly put
on his signature black suit and shiny black boots, that had
come into with many enemy pirate skulls. He then quietly crept
past his sleeping crewmates, so as not to awaken the wrath of
Zolo. 'He'd sleep his whole life away if he could.' Sanji
thought. Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, he felt
something latch onto his leg, then a sharp pain followed by
beastly growling.
Shocked, Sanji tried to shake off whatever was
currently gnawing on him. "Ow ow ow." he whispered
"mmmmmm...meat." the shadowy figure mumbled. It quickly became
painfully obvious to Sanji who was trying to rip his leg off.
It was none other than his carnivorous captain, Luffy, who was
sleep walking. "Get off me." he said quietly as he tried to
put a stop to Luffy's midnight snack by pulling him by his
shirt collar.
However, he soon found that his efforts were in vain,
as Luffy's neck just stretched and he continued to chew on
Sanji. Luckily the crafty cook kept a package of beef jerky
hidden for just such an emergency. Dragging his
intelligence-challenged captain along with him, he located the
beef jerky and waved it in front of Luffy's face.
Even in his sleep Luffy could smell his favorite
snack; he released Sanji's leg and latched onto the beef
jerky instead. Then, Sanji hurriedly left the room.
Sanji loved it when the ship was quiet. It was a
rarity on the Merry Go. He smiled as he inhaled the salty air.
'I love the sea.' he thought.
He stood there for another moment; admiring the
Sunrise over the seemingly endless blue horizon. 'Well better
get to work.' he thought with a sigh.
Sanji turned the door knob and entered his sanctuary,
A.K.A. the kitchen, only to find that something was amiss. His
eyes quickly scanned the room and came to rest on a shadowy
form in the corner. He squinted to try and make out who
occupied his kitchen at such an early hour. He recognized
orange hair and a slim figure. "Nami-san..." he sighed as his
visible eye went heart shaped. As he crossed the room and his
eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that her clothes had
been stained a dark crimson. "Nami-san!" he almost yelled, as
he rushed over to her. He kneeled down beside her and shook
her awake. "Nami-san are you alright!" he asked as soon as
her eyes had fluttered open.
Nami only groaned in response. "Just wait here. I'll
go get Chopper." Sanji said hurriedly." "No." she said firmly.
He froze with his hand on the door knob, hen turned and gave
her a worried look. However he would always do as his Nami-san
asked. "Well, at least let me help you." he said as he went
over to the cabinets and rummaged around to find the first aid
kit that he kept hidden there. God knows what Luffy would do
with it if he found it. He then set it on the table and walked
over to a still slightly dazed Nami. "C'mon, get up off the
floor." he said gently as he helped her to her feet. He then
led her over to the table. After helping her into her seat he
took the one across from her and began to bandage her cut. It
was pretty deep. Nami noticed that Sanji cringed as the wound
started bleeding again.
"Nami-san...why would you do that?" he asked
sounding hurt. "It was an accident." she lied. "...do you
think I'm stupid?" he asked plainly. Nami simply studied the
table. She had always felt that she could confide in Sanji,
but this was pretty big. Not to mention difficult for her to
talk about. "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." he
said as he finished wrapping her arm. "But-" "Its just..."
Nami interrupted, "...sometimes I have these really horrible
dreams, and...and...they make me really
depressed...and...this time...I did this." Nami said
embarrassed. She hadn't meant to sound so pitiful. Her face
burned as she traced the wood grain of the table with her
finger; looking like a child that had just been scolded.
Nami was so deep in thought, that she didn't notice
when Sanji rose from his seat and sat down next to her.
She jumped when she heard his voice in such close proximity.
"Nami-san"
Sanji didn't care if she beat him up every day for the
the rest of his life. He uttered her name and pulled her into
a comforting embrace. 'ahhhh...her hair smells like
tangerines.' he gushed inwardly.
Nami was a bit shocked as Sanji held her, yet she
could tell nothing about it was meant to hurt. Sanji seemed to
radiate good-intentions. Nami relaxed in his arms. "Y'know,
Nami," he said softly "I'll always be there for you." "Next
time your depressed; will you please come get me?" he softly
pleaded. "I don't want you to have to do this again."
Nami didn't know what to say. "Uh-huh." she simply
murmered. "Great." Sanji said as his face lit up.
"And...um...Sanji?..." Nami began, but Sanji had already
anticipated her request. "Don't worry...I won't tell anyone."
he said with a reassuring smile. "Thanks." Nami said with a
tired attempt at a smile.
Nami yawned and Sanji lightly brushed a lock of hair out
of her eyes. "C'mon, I'll walk you to your room." he said as he
helped her to her feet.
As Nami slept in that morning she wore a slight smile;
dreaming pleasant dreams about a certain cook.
To Be Continued
A/N yeah...I double spaced to make it look bigger...what'cha gonna do about it?...Flame if you must...it will amuse me. :-)
