Title: Living Under Oppressive Rule
Word Count: 293
Character(s): Sanji, Straw-hats.
Topic: Seize
Media: fic
Spoiler(s): Sanji, motivations etc.
Rating: M for language.
It was a lovely peaceful day on the Going Merry when it happened. The fact that the next day was the crew laundry day should have been forewarning but nonetheless they were caught by surprise when Sanji kicked open the door to the mens quarters, sneered around his cigarette and declared it was time for inspections.
"Dear god, it's a raid!" Usopp wailed and was thwarted in his escape attempts by Sanji stomping on his spine and lunging over the sniper into his belongings.
"And what is this?" Sanji snarled, his fury measurable by the cloud of smoke circling his head like the fumes of a volcano.
"Gah! Sanji, those are the peppers I use for my firestars-myspinemyspinemyspine-you know this!"
"Rules are rules shitty longnose!" Sanji snarls and evicts Usopp out onto the deck.
Zoro is woken by Sanji kicking his bunk and removing all of the alcohol from his bunk.
"You should know better by now marimo! No foodstuffs outside of the designated areas and that includes that pisswater you call alcohol."
Zoro snored in response and slept on although how he was sleeping on that collection of misshapen bottles in the first place was beyond comprehension.
Sanji, unforgiving in his wrath, wheeled around and grimly puffed on his cigarette as he faced the bunk of one Monkey D. Luffy.
With a quick movement, he jerked the sheets back and screamed in horror. Luffy had gone above and beyond the call of duty when it came to breaking Sanjis rules on food safety, management and proper usage.
The punishment was swift and brutal. The Captain was tied to the mast and put on a strict diet until he promised to respect the rules of food. Eating in bed gives you indigestion anyway.