Title: Their Usual State
Author: Chibimono Akuno
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: None. Nakamaship.
Rating: G...
Word Count: 390
Warnings: Sanji's use of the word asshat...? AU
Disclaimers: Not mine. Just pretending. I wish they were real.
A/N: Just wanted to do a little nakama-ness. The setting is a modern AU, I guess. It was inspired by my attempt to burn macaroni and cheese in the microwave. Sadly, I failed.

Their Usual State
by Chibimono Akuno

Sanji entered the apartment, armed with shopping bags, when he stopped and sniffed the air. Something had been burning. It was oddly quiet, save for crunching coming from across the room.

He turned his attention to the living room sofa and the two inhabiting it. They both had paper plates in hand and forks moving at a blindly furious rate as they stared at the quietly playing television.

"Oi, what the hell are you two asshats eating?" Sanji demanded.

"Burnt macaroni and cheese," Zoro muttered between wolfing down crunchy bites, his eyes never leaving the motocross game on the screen.

"Leftovers are good like that," Luffy added, continuing to shovel the charred food inward.

Sanji moved to the kitchen, arms still full, to make sure that his kitchen was still there. Oddly enough, everything seemed fine, save for one very scorched pan soaking in the sink.

"I made sure they didn't destroy the place," Usopp pipped up from his little spot in the corner of the dinning room, where he was aimlessly sketching in a little notebook.

"Uh, thanks," Sanji said slowly.

"Need help with your stuff," Usopp asked, gesturing towards the bags he was carrying.

"No, I'm fine," the blond said cautiously before heading down the hall.

Maybe it was him, but everything was slightly off the moment he walked in the door.

Sanji was in the middle of removing sales tags from the shirts he bought when heard Luffy's yell for seconds. It was soon followed by loud banging in the kitchen and Zoro's laughter. Usopp seemed to be attempting to comment when all three burst into laughter. The television was turned up, presumably so it would be heard in the kitchen over the ruckus going on inside it.

By the time Sanji sauntered out of his room, his clothes having been de-tagged and placed in the laundry, the damage was done.

The kitchen was now a disaster area. All three of the boys were working on eating an odd assortment of food that combined both leftovers and the ingredients Sanji was saving for preparing dinner. The television was blaring and they were talking louder to hear each other over it.

As Sanji started to curse and demand the bastards to clean up their mess, he was actually quite glad things were back to their usual state.

- owari -