A black haired maiden was lying there in his arms. He raised his hand and brushed her hair to the side. She gave him a small smile with her brown eyes looking up into his. His forgotten cigarette was flicked to the side. The only thing on his mind was his dream girl. She snuggled closer with her hea don his chest.

If he died at that moment, he would be at peace.

Actually, any time that maiden looked at him with that grin, he was at peace. She made his heart twist and turn unlike the other entire women in the world.

Because she was his, and he was hers.

Her eyelashes flocked, looking up at him once more. "Sanji…"

Her voice made his knees weak.

"Her mouth opened up once more.

Blood flowed through her chest, dripping onto his white dress shirt. She coughed up crimson liquid. Her face paled from the lost of blood. Her hair was chopped off and the pieces scattered onto the ground.

He jerked upwards.

His forehead smashing against the wooden shelf, he winced and bent back down, holding onto his bruised head. He felt light headed. He felt lost. With one eye uncovered, he glanced around the room. In his view, he only saw assorted boxes, crates, shelves, and a wine collection.

This was not the ship. This was not any place that he knew of.

"You alright?" A girl's voice wavered into the room. It was a light sweet melody to his ears, and it was full of concern just for him.

It was the same voice.

The same voice that sent chills to his heart.

He turned on the table he was lying on, until his eyes made contact with a young woman. She was dressed in a red vest with yellow buttons, the top two buttons were unfasten, and faded jeans shorts with fur at the ends. A wore strawhat hanged down from her neck, onto her back.

"Luka…" His voice felt unused as he uttered her name. He felt so many emotions bursting through his chest. He hasn't uttered that name in what felt like years. He hasn't felt that warmness just that day. It all came back like a bull rammed into him.

She, on the other hand, looked at him uncertainly. She bit her clapped lips and licked them, while looking down at the blonde man. "Who…are you?"

The blonde blinked in confusion.

Those three words crashed his whole world.

Who was he?

He was Sanji, her chef!

Did she really forget about him?

All of his faded memories flashed in front of his eyes. All of those times that he fell in love with her over and over again. All of those sad times that he had to tell her no whenever she felt hungry for the 20th time that day. All of those times that they fought together against foes without getting a cut.

"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

She took him away from his gloomy thoughts, making him face the truth.

She did forget.

"I am Sanji." He tried to sound happy, but anyone would have known he was faking it.

What a good 'first' impression he made. Fainting in front of her as soon as he found her and then losing his mind over a question. Real smooth, Sanji.

"Sanji?" Luka uttered his name and his heart winced. She grinned and nodded. "And I'm Luka! I'm gonna become Pirate King!"

That whistled through his ears, bringing up that single memory that cursed him at night.

She was still Luka alright.

And even after having his heart broken in two, and that gave him some hope. It has been years since that day, yet she has not changed in the slightest in personality wise.

The door opened and a brunet girl popped into view. "Lu," she uttered before she glanced from Luka and then onto Sanji. Her mouth dropped once she him. "He's…awake…"

"Yup," Luka nodded, mostly to herself for not having him die on her watch. "He's Sanji. Oh, and this is Mal."

He glanced up at the girl and gave her a faint smile. Just seeing a woman made his heart flutter, but not as much as when Luka smiled. He could not recall the last time that he flirted with a girl. He didn't count those casually flirts he gave to the other two ladies on the ship, because those out of habit.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling? Do you think you can move? Are you hurt anywhere? Is there anything that you need? Water? Towel? Food? Because I can go get that for you."

"Thanks, but no." He gently shook his head. "I didn't mean to faint, and there is nothing wrong with me. I was just..shocked, you could say."

"If you worrying about money, don't fret. I'm sure Hawkins will allow you some on the house meal and beverage."

"What exactly will I allow?" A dark skinned woman appeared behind Mal, with her hand on her shoulder.

"HAWKINS!" Mal squealed, almost fainting in the doorway.

Luka jerked backwards in a fit of laughter.

A old man stood behind them, puffin out from a pipe. "This is the boy?" He nodded to Sanji.

"Yes, Otis-san. He fainted when he came in."

He shook his head. "No, he's not fainted any more. If that's it, I shall be leaving then."

"Wait, Otisan!" Mal grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Will you please check him real quick? What normal person faints out of nowhere?"

"I already said, it was because I was shocked," Sanji argued. This visit was already turning into a problem.

"Boy say he's fine. He's not wheezin' or sneezin'." Otis walked out from behind the counter, "Next time, make an appointment. I still have to deliver Butler's baby."

And he was gone.

Sanji stayed there with the other three girls until Mal decided it was time for her to leave. Hawkins, ushering the last guest out, looked back at the blonde. "If you have no place to stay tonight, you can rest at my place."

"I'll only be staying for a few days."

"Then, you can stay for a few days. And you can make up for that by doing some chores for me."

As soon as she said that, Luka bit her lips and shook her head. "Run," she mumbled.

"What type of chores?"

"Chopping firewood, sweeping and busboy duty."

"That sounds slightly unreasonable."

"I'll be taking care of your food, so I'm sure you can managed that for a few days."

He raised his finger in protest, but after a glance in Luka's direction, he knew it was a lost.

"You'll be sharing a room with Luka."

Luka cheered, since the fact she was sleeping with a guy didn't bothered her. Since, in her mind, Sanji was her new friend. And as long as she saw that, she didn't care if he was a serial killer.

Sanji had a mixed reaction. Luka was his dream girl, of course, but could he really handle this new Luka?

He gulped.

This was going to be a long visit.

Sorries for the long long wait! I've been...lost, you could say? Pretty much, I gotten bored on all of my fav sites so I ended up halting all writing process. I'll update my other stories eventually, I'm just trying to get things sorted.

Son of Whitebeard: Sanji was shocked when he saw her. In this version, Luka doesn't know much about fighting, such as haki, but she does know of her rubber fruit.