Snow fell lightly outside under a gray dusk sky, it spiraled downward and was caught by a heavy wind causing interesting flutters from the roof. Zoro was out doing god knows what with Luffy while Sanji started on dinner. Sanji was feeling oddly energetic, the sort of energetic where you feel like running around but you don't have anything really to do. He had just gotten out of the shower and the fire was on in the living room so he just went to cook in a teeshirt, boxers, and ridiculously long socks. As such he ran and slid around on the hard wood for a while.

He got out all of his kitchen gadgets for use, then hooked his phone to the stereo and started blasting music. He twirled around the kitchen singing into a wooden spoon. He was a rock star. He slid and danced around as he put ingredients into the bowl.

"There's a hole in your logic,
You who know all the answers,
You claim science ain't magic,
And expect me to buy it

"Goodbye Mr. A,
You promised you would love us, but you knew too much,
Goodbye Mr. A,
You had all the answers but no human touch,
Your life is subtraction,
Your number is up,
Your love is a fraction,
It's not any more

"So busy showing me where I'm wrong,
You forgot to switch your feelings on,
So, so superior, are you not,
You love a little bit but you forgot-" Sanji sang but cut himself off as someone entered the house.

"Ah, Mr. Cook, I was wondering if you could do something for me." Robin stepped inside.

Under normal circumstances Sanji would be mortified that Robin had walked in on him singing and dancing in his underwear but he was in such a good mood that he really couldn't give a toss.

"And what is it you need, my darling?" Sanji smiled warmly.

"Oh, I would just like to use some paper."

"Paper?" Sanji asked in confusion.

"Yes, I ran out of printer paper and I have some things I need to have printed."

Sanji shrugged, "Sure, hang on." He slid over to the cabinet beneath the printer and removed a stack of printer paper. "Here you are, my flower." He handed over the paper with a flourish.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Cook. I am very sorry I interrupted you," she said with an amused smile.

Sanji waved her goodbye saying, "You were no trouble at all, have a good night, Robin."

What an odd happening. Well, he mused, it really wasn't so odd. He ran out if printer paper sometimes too and then he would forget to buy it for about a month, so he would have to print things on card stock or neon paper that for some reason he had a lot of.

That aside he returned to cooking dinner. He had decided to make pancakes for dinner. Pancakes were always awesome. Sometimes when he was younger he would make pancakes on his own and dump on so many sprinkles that the pancake would look like they had huge blackened scars on them. They were so sweet, it was fucking delicious but Zeff would always scream at him for that. Sometimes he also made pancakes in the middle of the night when he was feeling especially unhappy but he tried not to do that.

Zoro arrived as the pancakes were being flipped onto a plate. They were devoured with much vigor. Zoro always just ate pancakes plain because he was boring and his taste was very anti-sweet, but Sanji loved to make his all fancy and sweet.

Pancakes made everything better, which was good because Sanji could feel his previous good mood rapidly draining away. His smiles started to feel more and more forced and all he wanted was to go to bed.

What he really wanted was a tiny plate of little baby pancakes, they would be adorable. For some reason things always taste better when they're tiny and cute.

On his way out of the kitchen from washing the dishes Sanji clipped his hip on the corner of the counter, which made him stumble into a chair, smashing his toes. Fucking god damn shitty counter, he always hit that corner when he was running around. It was weird though because no matter how unbelievingly hard he smashed into it his hip never bruised. He didn't really get how exactly bruising worked but it seemed weird.

A few hours later Sanji lay in bed by himself staring up at the ceiling, Zoro had yet to leave for work so it was before three. He couldn't sleep, his previous euphoria had warn off to leave a slightly cold and empty feeling behind. It seemed that there always had to be a trade off, you can't go up without coming back down. Sanji hated feeling like this, it made him want to just lay on his face and cry, or just stop existing altogether. He felt his face in the darkness; no change. His expression remained the same even though he felt likehe was crying inside, it made him feel detached from himself.

He continued to lay there as his mind conjured forth a storage of sweet sad songs, which mumbled on over the monotony of his maddening inner monologue, his forlorn soliloquy. Why was he really even upset? He didn't have any reason to be.

He tried to push the upsetting emotions down and think about happier things but it felt forced. Like trying to hold a boogie-board underwater, it kept slipping up. He didn't want to go to sleep like this, he would wake up depressed and it would ruin his day but at the same time he needed sleep. He weighed his options and decided to distract himself by reading random shit on his phone until he got too tired to move because this feeling made him want to claw his face off.

Half an hour later he was actually feeling better, not fantastic but better. That was when the pipes started making fucking creepy noises and he decided 'fuck that', buried himself beneath the covers, and fell asleep. Hopefully he would feel better in the morning.

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A/N: This is why I shouldn't write while I'm feeling down, this chapter sucks :P then again maybe you think it's okay, I don't know, no one has said anything. I can see you out there, I feel like I'm in the middle of an auditorium and everyone is staring at me but not saying anything. Ugh, I'm starting to ramble. I hate to ask for feedback, especially on such a shitty chapter, but... please?

Edit: I actually have one amazing review ^^

Also, Goodbye Mr. A is an awesome song by the Hoosiers.

Thanks.