Omake

Sanji, age 20, in Kamabakka Queendom…

"Parage Shot? You mean you know how to perform ze plastic surgery kick?"

"…Yes," Sanji answered, reluctantly, because he didn't like to say yes to Emporio Ivankov. Ever. It usually ended badly for him.

"Like zis?" Iva-chan asked, and the okama queen's foot connected sharply with Sanji's face.

Sanji reeled back and clutched at his face.

"Crap, what was that for?" he screamed.

With a highly amused look on his over-sized face, Ivankov produced a mirror (Sanji preferred not to think about where it might have come from) and handed it to Sanji.

Sanji's jaw dropped to his feet when he caught sight of his reflection. He hurriedly pushed his bangs out of his face to make sure he was seeing this right.

Although it defied any kind of logic, the left and right sides of Sanji's face seemed to have… switched places. The old burn scar from so long ago now decorated the right side of his face.

The kick had effected his eyebrows, too, so the spirals now pointed in towards his nose instead of out towards his ears.

"Oh dear," Iva-chan said mildly. "I suppose you vill have to wear your bangs on ze other side from now on."

"What… how… I don't even…" Sanji sputtered helplessly.