Disclaimer : I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters.
A/N : Special thanks to: 'Beefucker', 'Guest', 'Jusjus' and 'Happy Balon' for the reviews! They really convince me to keep going on this.
IMPORTANT : I fixed the POV in this since everyone seemed to dislike it xD I understand though, I shouldn't of changed it to begin with so I am going to keep it in a Normal POV rather than the characters perspective. (If anyone finds any other problems please let me know! Sometimes I over look things, so thank you all for being honest!)
Sanji twiddled his fingers together softly as he walked through the empty halls of the educational building. It was a lot smaller than his previous school, but that wasn't something he was about to complain about since he tended to get lost quite frequently in the other school's many hallways and floors. It was literally only based around culinary but it needed hundreds of rooms? Like hell.
The blonde sighed lightly as his eyes roamed over the ceiling, putting his mind elsewhere as he noticed several large paintings were engraved on the thin squares that held the lights in place. Some were rather good and gorgeously styled, while others looked as though a toddler had conjured them up. He guessed that the students were the ones to make them, regardless of whether or not they were artists or not. That sounded rude, he sighed and looked back down, that wasn't really something that warranted an insult, but hell what was the one that looked like a mermaid but with a fish top?
He shook the thought, because it was funny and he really didn't feel like laughing in the hallways like a lunatic, in favor of keeping his attention focused on the room numbers. He was currently at the 34th class room, and he needed to go to 56th. That should be on the first floor right? He thought with a frown, there was only two floors and 200 classrooms, so 100 per floor.
'Whoa, look at me doing math.' The teen thought lightly at the simple division.
Chuckling, he took a quick peak at the map that was folded neatly into his pocket and noticed that the destination was just a couple rooms ahead. He stuffed the paper back into his pocket and sucked in a deep breath in preparation before opening up the correct door, wincing as the wood made a loud creaking noise upon movement.
"Oh, hello there!" Sanji smiled lightly and bowed towards, what he could only assume to be, the teacher of his first period class. Once he pushed himself back up however, he took a step back in surprise as his eyes finally took a good look at the 'man'.
It was a child by the looks of it, a young boy with curly brown hair, big doe eyes and a large pink hat with a little medical plus mark stitched into the front placed on his head. It was actually both comical and adorable in his opinion, but he still wanted to know what a kid was doing in a high school. Alone no less.
"Um. Hey there, what's your name?" The taller of the two asked as he walked over to the kid and towered over their tiny form. He hoped that he wasn't being intimidating, but he didn't wish to insult the kid by kneeling down to be on eye level. He never liked that as a kid after all.
"Oh, I'm Dr. Chopper!" He smiled up at the cook, probably ignoring the tone that he had used to address him previously. "I can assume that you are Sanji Blackleg, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you."
He held out his hand towards the latter, awaiting a handshake as Sanji blinked down at the boy. This was a joke right?
"Aren't you a little too young to be a teacher?" He asked softly, trying his hardest not to lash out at the failed attempt at a joke.
"Hm? Oh well yes..." He blushed but kept his smile firm as he continued to look up at the blonde. "I graduated University at 12, and got this job a couple years back. I know it may be a little weird, but I promise you that I can teach with no problems!"
Sanji couldn't help but smile at the positive attitude, well even if it was a prank then he guessed that he was just going to roll with the dice and wait for it all to pan out. Nothing else he could really do at this point anyways.
"Well... Then it's a pleasure to meet you, please take care of me." Sanji said finally as he shook his hand and gave out a final bow, which sent the other into a frenzy of blushes and wiggles as he directed the chef towards where he would be sitting throughout the school year.
'Guess this semester was going to be a weird one.' The tall teen thought with a sigh as he sat himself down and waited for the class to begin.
'I was right.' Sanji thought with a yawn as he walked out of his final class of the day. Every single one of the cooks teachers was odd, starting with the small boy of a doctor that he had for his first period, he then had a tall and red haired man who had a missing arm for Math, a pretty yet very creepy woman for History, and a literal clown for art.
He couldn't help but wonder where the school found all these people.
The blonde was pulled out of his musings however as his shoulders bumped against the many people in the hallway as he tried to swim his way out of the building, he always hated crowds of people. They made the teen feel anxious and moody since he had no way to protect himself when he could barely move his legs enough to walk forward.
"Oi!" The blue eyes diverted from the sea of teenagers as a harsh voice exploded from outside the school. He finally slipped through the large doors and looked over at where the voice had erupted from. He wouldn't typically care about the shouts of others, unless it was a woman, but this guy sounded hostile.
His eyes finally caught sight of the scene that was unfolding outside the building. It looked as though a large group of tattoo covered teens were crowded around a single figure in the center of their circle. Seriously? How pathetic did you have to be in order to completely overpower someone with numbers alone?
Sad. He thought with a sigh as he noticed every other student was trying their hardest to not look in the direction of the fight, it honestly made the new student a little confused. If they just helped the kid he was sure that these pansies would back off. It was in their nature, they fed off of fear and the second someone stood up against them they backed off like scared children.
Which is exactly why Sanji pushed himself through the circle and stood his ground in front of the quivering teen who had been surrounded by the idiots. He had curly hair, a much too long nose, overalls and a small form. Did these jerks truly believe that they needed more than one person to take this guy out?
"H-Hey, you should get out of her-" The shaking man tried to whisper to the either brave or stupid blonde, making the latter scoff and roll his eyes. Like hell.
"Fuck no." Sanji interrupted with anger. "Why the hell are you idiots praying on a single person? Pathetic. I mean honestly, how weak do you guys have to be in order to use sheer numbers against someone?"
"W-What?!" One of the guys shouted in anger as Sanji simply shrugged his shoulders in return.
"Deaf and stupid, huh?" The blonde asked as if he pitied the man. "Must suck to be you."
"Blondie, I suggest you get your pretty face out of here. Wouldn't want to hurt you." Another man yelled, and Sanji could hear the panicked tone as he laughed and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"I would fucking love to see you try, dickbreath." He growled out, baring his pearly white teeth in an attempt to intimidate the crowd of men.
Of course, it triggered the others to charge the lean teen in anger, who could only smile as the opportunity to release some of his pent up anger presented itself.
This would be fun.
"W...What the hell..." The cowering teen whispered out as Sanji calmly pulled a white napkin from out of his back pocket and gently wiped the blood off of his right shoe. Assholes. Didn't they know how expensive these shoes were? "HOW?!"
The blonde winced as the other blew up, and shrugged in confusion as he stepped over the bodies that scattered the floor in order to retrieve his discarded backpack. "How, what?"
"How did you do that?! It was so cool! You were so bendy and I think that guy lost all his teeth!" Sanji grinned as the other went off. He always loved it when people fancied his fighting style. It was unique after all since he could never use his hands, he couldn't damage them due to his profession as a chef so he had to do what he could with his slim, yet built legs. Luckily though, Zeff had been teaching him this style for years, so he was practically a master in whatever fighting style this may be called.
"Thanks." He smiled over at the curly haired boy as he shrugged his bag on.
"What's your name?" He asked as he smiled back and walked up to the taller male.
"Sanji. Yours?"
"Usopp. Thanks... You know, for saving me." Usopp frowned and crossed his arms as he looked down at the ground. "I would of got my ass beat if you didn't jump in... These guys are major assholes."
"Ya, I noticed." Sanji replied curtly as he pulled out a smoke and lit it up in one quick motion. "Why were they crowding you though? You do something?"
"No. I'm just apart of the straw hats, so they saw I was alone and took the opportunity to... I don't know, show Luffy what they could do?" The chef was confused as he spoke, was this a gang thing? Oh god,he hoped he didn't interfere with a gang thing. He was not about to get dragged into some gay ass turf war shit.
He must of sensed the taller's confusion since he cocked an eye and continued to speak.
"Are you- OH! You must be the new kid!" He yelled in realization. As if that explained life's biggest mystery. "OK. So you obviously have no idea how the kids here work right?" Sanji shook his head in agreement.
"Nope. I didn't think there was a set program." He mumbled as the other laughed. The two finally chose to sit down on the cement stairs as they spoke. He wasn't complaining though, since he didn't feel like heading home right away and wanted to enjoy his smoke after the brawl.
"Well, to start off each student here is a part of some kinda group. It's kinda like the classic school cliche where you have jocks, nerds and cheerleaders. Most of the groups are typically just friends banded together, but then you have the Krieg's. They choose to fight whoever they can, get people to join them through fear and, as you said before, rule over everyone by having the most members in their group." He explained, and Sanji listened intently as he puffed on the cancer stick. This was rather interesting in the blondes opinion. "But the ones who technically rule over the school are the Straw hats."
"Wait, rule over the school? Sooo... You are in a group of dictators?" Sanji asked with a little anger lacing his tone as smoke wisped out from between his pale lips. Typically the people ruling over others were the worst kinds of people in his own opinion, and he honestly felt like he would regret saving this guy if it turned out he was a jerk.
"NO! No, no no! I should of phrased that better... Um, well we are just collabed with most of the other groups. Luffy, the 'captain' of our group, is super friendly, to a point where he helps anyone no matter the problem and doesn't automatically hate anyone. But at the same time he only chooses specific people to be in the Straw hats, which is why we only have 8 members, including me." Usopp waved his hands frantically as he tried to mend his previous exclamation.
"Huh. Seems small." Sanji commented lightly as he stubbed out the smoke and leaned his arms against his knees, arching his back slightly as he looked out at the road ahead of the two.
"It is, but we are kinda like a family... It's nice!" Usopp smiled as the other stood back up and patted the back of his jeans in order to free them of the dust from the stairs. "...I honestly think you would make a good addition to our little band of weirdos."
"Pass." The cook said, much to the others surprise. "I'm not joining any 'groups'. I'm just going to get through this school year and go back to running my restaurant."
"Restaurant? You're a cook?" The curly haired teen asked with wide and hopeful eyes, but Sanji didn't seem to notice as he continued to speak.
"Chef. And I should really get going." He looked back at the previous victim and smiled lightly. "It was nice meeting you though, Usopp. Maybe I'll see you around?"
"You can count on it." He smiled back as he stood up and shook Sanji's hand briefly before the two took their own separate paths home.
'God, today was just full of drama now wasn't it?' Sanji thought with yet another sigh as he lit up his second smoke of the day and pulled out his phone for the directions home.
Oh great, now he had a 20 minute walk to look forward to. The blue eyed male just prayed that Zeff bothered to unpack most of their stuff, cause like hell he was doing that after the day he had.
Tbc.