Author's Note: Yeah it's been a long time since I wrote anything and I'm sorry guys but see, my ex and I were walking to class and talking and somehow we ended up mangling my finger in a door (like, really really badly...) and it's painful and it still hurts to type but I'm doing it for you guys anyways because that's how amazing I am :D

And speaking of ex-boyfriends, I finally broke off everything with him then my besty and I are going to start going out but he was like my brother and now I'm confuzzled so stuff happened and things are confusing :D.

Dramaaa. But anyways, that's done, and here's the chapter :)

From Solitude

Sanji

We had stopped on another island. I told the others I was going to stock up on food (a valid excuse seeing as Luffy eats everything we normally have within three days), but I really just wanted to be alone.

I quickly bought enough supplies to last us a few days, brought it back to the ship, and went out to the town.

I found myself walking to the nearest bar. After making sure none of the crew was there, I sat myself down at a table.

Sigh.

I knew I'd be alright. Eventually.

"Would you like something to drink?"

I looked up. A waitress stood beside the table. She was beautiful, almost as beautiful as Nami-swan~! She wore a short, dark red skirt and a matching blouse that revealed her cleavage. Her long, wavy, red hair cascaded down her shoulders and back.

I picked my jaw up off the table. "Just water, gorgeous!"

The red-headed waitress smiled. "I'll bring your water right away!"

Sighing happily, I watched her walk away. She was tall, nearly my height. Her breasts—I mean hair—bounced lightly as she stepped. I found myself imagining her.

"Waitress-san, I baked you a cake!" I held out a slice of white cake for her.

"Sanji-kun, you're so sweet and handsome!" She kissed me, lingering for a moment.

"Waitress-san!" I blushed.

"Sanji-kun!"

"Waitress-san!"

"Sir?"

I was blushing and smiling like an idiot when she came back. She handed me a glass of water.

"Uh, thank you!" I smiled, still dazed from the scene that had played in my head.

"Anything I can get you?" She asked.

"Dinner tonight?" I smiled.

She grinned. "Any proud waitress won't get swept up by a customer on the first try." She smiled, and walked to another table.

Damn. Ah well.

She was a lot like Nami-swan..

I didn't want to think about Nami. I just wanted her to be happy, no matter what. I'd be alright..

Eventually.

Sigh.

This really sucked. But I wasn't going to let it get to me. I took a sip of my water, taking my mind off of the crew for a moment...

"I told you to let go!"

I looked up, my thought train interrupted.

A large man, who appeared to be slightly intoxicated, had grabbed the waitress by the wrist.

"Come on, sweet, I'll take you home!" He and his friends guffawed obnoxiously.

The waitress struggled, tugging on her wrist.

"Hey!" The man slapped her. Hard. Stumbling, the watiress regained her balance and stopped struggling, her cheek turning bright pink. "You're comin' with me!" the drunk dragged her closer to his side.

I stood up, walking towards the bastard. I could feel the hatred building up inside of me.

The man looked up, then slurred, "What're you lookin' at?"

"She told you to let her go." I growled.

"So?" He laughed. "Get outta my way, wimp."

Wimp huh? I smiled. "I'm not moving. Let her go if you don't wanna get hurt."

The man's laughter ceased. He shoved the waitress into the clutches of his gang, and cracked his knuckles. "Guess I gotta beat the shit outta you first!"

Scum, that was all he amounted to. "Anyone who lays a hand on a woman like that deserves nothing but misery, you shitty bastard. I'll be the one to put you in your place."

The drunk roared, then charged me. I let him come, only waiting until he was millimeters away before kicking him in the jaw.

Then the nose.

Then his collar bone, knees, forehead, torso, back, shoulders...

I smiled, walking away after beating the shit out of him. Knowing the red-headed waitress would follow, I leaned against a wall outside of the bar, then pulled out a cigarette.

Right on cue, she stepped outside, her eyebrows raising when she saw me. I smiled, exhaling a stream of smoke.

She looked down, parting her lips to speak. "I just wanted to thank you... If you hadn't done something, I don't think anyone would have." She looked up, a strand of red hair falling in her face.

I took another drag on my cigarette. "I would never let anyone harm a lady."

She blushed. "Well, you certainly did a good job of saving me."

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I clasped my hands together and cried, "I AM A SLAVE TO LOVE!"

I grinned. Things were looking up for me after all.