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. :-)