Narf! Hello there, peeps! This is my second ever fanfiction! X3 Wellity, I'd better get going, ne? Another pretty story for you craze-ay ravenous UsoSan fans!Join the revolution! XP
You've Gotta Get It!
Chapter 1: Prince Charming
"YAY! PARTY! FOOD!"
Usopp woke with a start.
"What the…what the hell are you shouting about Luffy! Jeez, can't a guy get some decent sleep around here!"
The bouncy young pirate leapt straight into Usopp's hammock, landing on his stomach. The long-nosed crack shot swore loudly, gasping for breath and choking from surprise. Luffy pushed his hat up from his forehead, beaming, sitting on Usopp's knees.
"There's a party tonight at the dock! And you know what that means?"
Usopp sighed. Knowing the answer already, he looked at Luffy with an air of exasperation.
"No, I do NOT know, Luffy. Drunken marines, perhaps? Pounding music till four a.m.? People passing out and vomiting wherever you look but who still INSIST they're having fun?"
"No, dummy! FOOD! Foodfoodfoodfoodfood!"
Usopp rolled his eyes.
Beaming, the straw-hat pirate leapt out of the hammock, his foot narrowly grazing Usopp's chin. He then pounded to the cabin door and flew through it, leaving it to slam behind him. Muttering darkly, hair disheveled, Usopp decided that he was never going to get back to sleep now that HE was awake. Murmuring something about 'Luffy' 'anchor', and 'overboard', he pulled on a T-shirt and dungarees, but didn't bother to pull the straps up over his shoulders. As he was trying to even out his curls, he leant back to look through one of the portholes. Sunlight pouring into the shadowy room, Usopp could just make out the dim, silhouetted figure of Sanji, a spiral of smoke curling elegantly from his lips.
Pushing, yawning, through the cabin door, Usopp found Sanji still standing by the railings, having a customary after-breakfast smoke.
"Hey, Sanji."
"Mn?"
Sanji looked back at him, and then gave a small nod, going back to lean sleepily on the rail. They stood there for a minute, Usopp watching, slightly mesmerized, at how the white slither of smoke crept ponderously from the blonde man's lips. Sanji gave a small yawn, and slid sleepily into a position where his head was resting in his arms.
"You tired?"
Sanji groaned.
"Yes. That damn Luffy came into the kitchen last night, babbling something about food. It took me an hour to calm him down. I keep on telling him that I can't make him five breakfasts a day…"
Usopp chuckled, and Sanji looked up, annoyance written all over his face.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Pinocchio? I'm practically a slave to that little—"
"Luffy says that there's gonna be food at this party tonight. That's why he's so excited."
Sanji stood up again, and leant back, stretching in the morning breeze, his hands still resting on the rail.
"Oh, right… free food. Jeez, he gets so easily hung up about such little things…"
Suddenly, Zoro appeared round the corner. The two others turned to him, bleary-eyed. The swordsman slowed to a stop, a towel slung over one shoulder. He looked pretty tired, too.
"Luffy got you as well, huh? The way he was going, he could have woken up the entire town."
The three stood there, in a silence that was too heavy and sleepy to be awkward. This was a rare moment. Zoro stirred after a minute, and made to go for the washing quarters. Sanji braced his back with his hands and stretched.
"I bet there'll be dancing too, huh?"
Usopp snapped out of his sleepy stupor.
"Wh-what! Dancing! What the f—but I don't know how—"
Sanji appeared to have woken up too, and a grin now spread across his face.
"Hey, no worries…you can be a wallflower."
Sanji cackled slyly, and Usopp flushed.
"But I want to dance. I just… don't know how."
Zoro turned back to look over his shoulder at the two others.
"Hey, I'd like to see you try, love-cook. Yeah, I can see it now…bet you'd look one heck of a sight!"
Zoro snorted, and Sanji turned to face him, eyebrow raised, hand resting on his hip, flicking his cigarette with a hiss into the ocean. He walked smoothly forward, grabbed the other man swiftly round the middle, and flung him round into a pose which consisted of him leaning gracefully over Zoro, who was hanging beneath him in his one arm. Zoro blinked, now completely snapped out of his early-morning sleepiness. Sanji grabbed his wrist, and flung him, pirouetting slightly, back into a standing position. He smirked coolly.
"Listen up, Cinderella. On the dance floor, I'm everybody's Prince Charming."
Zoro, with a rather unmistakable flush, picked up his towel from off the floor.
"Yeah, well… don't start doing it to every guy in the place. They'll be expecting a slap on the ass next."
Pink in the face, Zoro left from the scene, staggering slightly. Sanji grinned, and began to pat the pockets of his suit to find his packet of cigarettes. Turning round, he was met by the glittering gaze of Usopp. Sanji looked at him uncertainly.
"…what?"
Usopp almost exploded with excitement.
"Teach me how to do that, Sanji! TEACH ME!"
Yosh! First chapter complete! Did you like? I realized I might have to make this story long, so now it's in chapters…mya...I noticed that there's not much Usosan…yet. Ho ho ho! I always imagined that Sanji would be able to dance good…hmm. Like, 'Saturday Night Fever' good, or 'Dirty Dancing' good? Yes…yes. It's difficult to describe dancing. You have to imagine really hard!