Author's Note: I'm afraid to say that this is the final chapter of "Recipe For Disaster." I'm very sorry about ending the story. I had a lot of fun writing this story and I loved the reviews you guys gave me. But do not fear! Even though this is the end of "Recipe for Disaster," I won't stop writing fics! So keep your eyes peeled for future fics!
Chapter Eight
Here We Go Again
"…Son of a…" Sanji stared at the disaster area that used to be his kitchen. Shattered plates were all over the floor, the table was covered with food, the stove was all burnt up, and the wall was splattered with green and yellow stuff. What was that green and yellow stuff, anyway? Sanji stared at the kitchen again. His pride and joy, his one true love (besides Nami and Robin), was ruined.
Destroyed.
Sabotaged.
Sent to Hell.
Sanji felt his hands turn to fists. Anger filled him up. He wanted to kick the crap out of Luffy for destroying the kitchen. He wanted to kick the crap out of Usopp for burning the stove. But today he couldn't. Today Sanji was feeling better. He could now cook for the crew again. Everyone was happy to hear this. Except there was one small problem: Everyone had caught Sanji's cold. Sanji took a deep breath, releasing all of the anger from inside of him, and started cooking.
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"Ah-choo!" Nami blew her nose into her tissue. The floor of the girl's cabin was littered with used tissues. Nami and Robin lay in their hammocks, both of them sick and sneezing. Robin occasionally had to put away her book so she wouldn't sneeze on it. A knock came from the door.
"Come in," said Nami miserably. Sanji entered, carrying two plates in his hands.
"Nami-swan! Robin-chan! Breakfast is ready!" said the love cook. He handed each of the two girls a plate.
"Thank you, Cook-san," said Robin. "This is chicken soup, right?"
"Correct, Robin-chan! Chicken soup is the best food for treating a cold! I don't know why the morons didn't think of making it!" Of course, by "morons," Sanji meant the guys.
"Thank you, Sanji," said Nami as she began eating. "You know what? For making this, I'll let you off of your debt. You now no longer owe me 30,000 berries."
"Really? Thank you, Nami-swan!" The cartoony hearts soon appeared.
"Tell the others that they still have to pay, though."
"Of course, Nami-swan!" Sanji left the cabin, saying, "Mellorine! Mellorine! Mellorine!" over and over again.
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"Guys, I just had the weirdest dream!"
"Save it, Luffy. My head's spinning and I'm not in the mood to listen what dreams you have."
"Ah, come on, Zoro! Are you sure you don't want to know?"
"Luffy, just – cough! – shut up, okay?"
"I don't feel good." Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Chopper were all lying in their hammocks. Luffy had just woken up, Zoro had a severe case of dizziness, Usopp had coughing fits, and Chopper's stomach was upset. They were all pretty miserable.
"Hey, morons! Are you ready for breakfast or are you too sick to eat?" Sanji had just entered the cabin, holding two plates while balancing two more on his arms.
"Hey, Sanji!" said Luffy. "I just had the weirdest dream! Wanna know what it was?"
"Luffy…" Zoro glared at Luffy, but the rubber boy ignored him.
"I dreamt that we were on some kind of island and we were all naked!" Everyone stared at him.
"I don't think –cough! - we needed to –cough! - know that," said Usopp. Sanji handed his sick crewmates their plates.
"Oh, and before I forget, Nami-swan told me to tell you this," said Sanji, smirking. "I no longer owe her money, but you guys still do."
"What!?" said Luffy in disbelief. "But that's not fair!"
"Well, maybe if you cooked something good for her, then you wouldn't have to owe her any money!" said Sanji angrily. "Oh yeah, I also found out what that brown stuff was that you put in your cooking, Luffy. It was mold." An awkward silence filled the room.
"Oh my-!" Chopper jumped out of his hammock, ran towards the bathroom, and threw up.
"Is Chopper pregnant now?" asked Luffy. Sanji kicked him in the back of his head.
"Before I leave, there's something I want to tell you," said Sanji, looking at Zoro. "Remember that dream I had that I wouldn't tell you?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"Well, in that dream, you were wearing a pink tutu and doing ballet." Zoro stared at Sanji. Luffy and Usopp tried hard not to laugh.
"You have a sick mind, Shitty-Cook!" shouted Zoro.
"Hey, it's not my fault my brain does weird things when I'm asleep."
"And I'm gonna make sure your brain doesn't do it again!" Zoro got out of his hammock and was about to strangle Sanji when his dizziness got worse. The room started spinning out of control. The swordsman began to sway and collapsed on the floor face first, passing out cold.
"You knew that was –cough! - going to happen, didn't you?" asked Usopp. Sanji smirked at him.
"Of course. That was my revenge for saying that I snore." With that, Sanji turned around and left. It was going to be a lot of work for him to take care of his sick crewmates.
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Author's Note: Once again, that little moment with Sanji and Zoro wasn't yaoi. Sorry, but I don't write yaoi. Right, this was the final chapter, hope you enjoyed it, and look out for more fics from me! See you guys later!