A/N:
I needed some soul cleansing lately, so this is just something light and pure for my soul. =)
Kindergarteners 1
"I found the person I'm gonna marry when I grow up!" The brat declares as he walks through the kitchen door, beaming like the five-year-old idiot that he is. Zeff spares him and his muddy school bag a glance and goes back to barking orders at the cooks.
"Hey geezer, did you hear me? I'm gonna marry this guy in my class!" The little eggplant walks right into his work space and dodges a kick to the head with the dexterity no five-year-old should have.
"You finished your lunch?" Zeff asks instead, not that he's changing the subject on purpose.
"Of course! I said, I'm gonna-"
"I heard you the first time. Go wash your lunchbox and study your word lists."
"I can't study my word lists until you have time to go through them with me, geezer." The brat bites back. "Don't you want to know who I'm marrying when I grow up?"
"Last month you said you were gonna marry me when you grow up." Zeff's mustache twitches. He's not sulking, and he's most definitely not getting jealous of a kindergartener in the eggplant's class.
"Yeah, but I realized you're kinda old." The brat answers in a matter-of-fact tone, drawing a muffled laughter from a few brave cooks nearby.
Zeff promptly kicks him out of the kitchen.
Zeff knows it's most likely just a kindergartener's whim, but when he finds the brat sitting at his little desk scribbling a drawing of a wedding scene, it's hard not to let it bother him. After all, to a five-year-old, a stick figure drawing like that is as good as a love letter. He's used to being the sole recipient of those. It's hard to get used to sharing.
He leans over the eggplant's shoulder to have a good look at the drawing. The brat himself is easily identifiable with the blond hair and curly eyebrow. He's wearing a black outfit and a face splitting grin, holding hands with another figure about the same height. The figure has broccoli-green hair, skin a shade darker than the brat himself, and what looks like a deep frown on his face. He wears a white knee length dress and a veil. Pink and red hearts fly in the air all around them. On the top of the page is what looks like a message:
TO ZLO, MRY MI.
Sanji
OK, so it's not a love letter. It's a damn marriage proposal.
Zeff decides he hates this "ZLO" guy already.
Zeff hates the guy even more when he sends the eggplant to school the next morning and watches as the brat hands the broccoli his hand drawn proposal, only to have the little bastard shove it back at him after one look. They proceed to get into a fight that's quickly broken up by the teacher. The little eggplant is still silently wiping his tears by the time the teacher closes the door to the classroom.
Well, that's a marriage that'd never earn Zeff's blessings.
A/N:
BTW, I'm taking prompts for this.