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A/N : Big thank you's to 'Subaru's dreams', 'Pinapples' and 'Guest' for the reviews on the second chapter!~

Usopp smiled widely as he practically skipped towards his shared house in silence, his limbs and face completely bruise free for what felt like the first time in forever as his thoughts wondered to how the day had unfolded. The artist had honestly thought that his life was over once those guys saw him standing outside the school all alone, and before he could even comprehend just what was happening he was boxed in against the wall with at least a dozen larger teens surrounding him.

"Hehe..." That blonde, he thought with his smile still wide, saved his life.

He was like an angel sent from the heavens, he was just... The teen blushed and bit his bottom lip as he thought back on the taller male. He was blonde, tall, slim, had eyes as blue as the sea, pale skin and STRONG legs. Not to mention the fact that he was a cook. The one thing that Luffy has needed in their little group ever since he found Brook. It was far more than a coincidence, it was fate. That, Usopp was sure of.

And he knew that without a doubt that the second Luffy heard about his savior he would do anything he could to make Sanji become a part of the crew. At least, he HOPED Luffy would do that actually, because if he didn't then Usopp would have to.

"Oi. Usopp." The long nosed teen looked over his shoulder at the shout and was pulled out of his thoughts as he glared at the oncoming male, who looked both dazed and tired as he yawned and caught up with his person. "Where were you?"

"I WAS waiting for you, you jerk! But then some of Krieg's gang saw me." Usopp frowned as he glared at the other, Zoro looked as though he was about to talk with anger practically pouring out of his eyes, but Usopp beat him to it. "But nothing happened. Someone else saved my ass."

"Who?" He asked with a cocked brow, which was just as green as his hair. "Who would be dumb enough to piss off that gang without being apart of us?"

"He's new. Sanji is his name and he is AWESOME! Probably a better fighter than you." Usopp chuckled as the others face lit up red in anger. "But he only uses his legs to fight.. But that's probably because he's a cook."

"A cook?" Zoro asked before sighing deeply, as if he knew what that entailed. "Of course he's the one thing Luffy needs..."

"Sorry, a chef. But I am really praying that Luffy gets him to join us! He's super cool, but said no when I suggested it..." The artist frowned as Zoro rolled his brown eyes and crossed his thick arms above his equally as broad chest.

"Then leave it be. If he is meant to join us, he will. If not then it's his loss." He shrugged as Usopp slapped him on the arm. The smaller man immediately regretted his action though since it felt as though he just slapped a brick wall. Ouch.

"Shut it! He's joining us!" Usopp yelled as he nursed his probably bruised hand close to his chest, making the swordsman cock an eyebrow and blink in confusion before his face erupted into a wide grin.

'Oh no.' Usopp thought with a frown before the other teen spoke.

"You like him, don't you?" He asked slyly, making the curly haired boy blush and shake his head frantically back and forth.

"No! I just think he's cool!..." He paused for a second before smiling lightly in sudden realization. "I honestly think that you might like him though. I mean, he's pretty, swears a lot, he's a great fighter and he doesn't seem like the type to take anyone's shit. That is like, perfect marks down the board for you."

"Pfft. Like hell. I'm married to my training."

That was an understatement, Usopp thought with a chuckle as the two continued to walk home. All Zoro ever did was train, sleep and eat. Like an overgrown puppy that had serious trust issues. But every member of the Straw Hats still loved him, and he loved them. Even if he never admitted it, it was still obvious with how protective he was over the members of their little family.

Like he said, he was just like a puppy. Although, he would probably kill the smaller male if he were to ever say this aloud.

Oh good lord. Sanji ground his teeth together in anger as he walked through the front door of his new house and looked over at the sea of filled and unpacked boxes that lined the floor.

"Seriously?" He shouted out, already knowing full well that the old geezer was home since their car was parked out front. The old fart couldn't even unpack a single goddamn box?!

"Shut it, eggplant. I'm busy." The elder man called out from the living room, making Sanji huff out an angry groan as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his heavy bag by the front door before trudging his way into the living room, where Zeff was seated on the couch with a phone in his wrinkled hand.

Sensing that he didn't want his adoptive son listening in on the conversation, Sanji held his hands up in surrendering sign before leaving the room and heading towards the kitchen. He was feeling a little hungry so he decided to fix up some fried rice. 'Might as well make the geezer some too since he looked like he hasn't eaten since breakfast.'

The idiot. He thought with a sigh as he pulled out the needed ingredients and a - God damn it. The blonde turned on his heel and sighed before walking back into the hall with his mind set on looking for the box with their pans. It didn't take too long thankfully since they had bothered to label each box before loading them into the moving truck, which Sanji was thankful for as he opened it quietly and pulled out the needed skillet before standing back up flipping the large pan around in his hand.

He went to go back into the kitchen but stopped as Zeff's soft voice rang out from the living room. The man was obviously trying to keep quiet as he spoke, which just made the emo haired teenager all the more curious as to what the topic of conversation was on. So, because he was an eavesdropping little shit, he tiptoed his way towards the rooms opening and leaned against the wall, not peaking his head in, but instead leaning his ear against the thin wall.

"-he stopped? He must of realized that he moved...No, how would he?" Zeff seemed angry at whatever the other party had said since his tone grew more graver by the second. "Not happening. You saw what he was sending him... He isn't safe... I know, but what else could I of done, idiot?!"

'The hell was he talking about?' Sanji asked himself with a cocked brow. Honestly there wasn't enough pieces here for the blonde to get a good idea on if this particular conversation was even about the move, which made his shoulders go limp at the realization that he wasn't finding out anytime soon on why they had bothered to move here to begin with.

But he wasn't about to let it get him down again, he thought as he threw on a grin and took the trip back into the kitchen. If Zeff wasn't going to let him know why they moved, then he would find out for himself. And with that thought in mind he turned on the stove and began humming softly to himself at the rice fried on the pan.

There was very little the teen couldn't get out of his step-father after all.

Sanji yawned softly as he kicked his feet onto the small table that was placed between him and the television. It was roughly 10:10pm and the blonde could do nothing but watch the late night cartoons as his eyes refused to stay shut for longer than 5 minutes at a time.

He blamed the fact that they would just be closing the restaurant at this time for his lack of sleep, his mind wasn't used to going to sleep any earlier than 11 at the earliest after all. He sighed at the thought and directed his eyes away from the tv and onto the stale white roof. The soft noises of Rick and Morty seemed to be nothing more than background static in his mind as he sniffed lightly and gently fluttered his eyelids closed.

'Hmmm...' He mentally hummed to himself as he felt his energy slowly drain from his form, and his body sag into the plush couch. It didn't last long however as he had to shoot his eyes open at the sound of a soft knock erupting from the front door. 'The hell..?'

The blonde stood up from his seat and cracked his back gently as he walked up to the door. He had enough sense to take a peak through the peephole on the wood, but it proved useless since there was no one there. He cocked an eye in confusion as he unlocked the -many- locks and bolts before slowly opening the door just wide enough for him to get a good look at whatever had made the noise.

"Hello?" He asked softly as he stepped out of the house and looked around once more. He finally came to the realization that it could of just been a squirrel or something, which made him shrug his shoulders and turn on his heel, mind intent on finally going to bed, but was stopped as he noticed a small and beautifully wrapped gift that was placed under their mailbox. "Hmm?"

He bent down and gently grabbed the parcel, curious as to who in their right mind would think that dropping off a gift in the middle of the night was a good idea before he flipped the little tag on the top and read who it was for.

Sanji. 3

...A secret admirer? Sanji asked himself with a small blush as he took one finally look around his front yard and stepped back into the house. He made sure to do up all the locks once more, Zeff made it very clear that he wanted them to be as secure as possible, before he walked back into the living room and sat himself onto the couch.

He must of stared at the gift for a good 10 minutes before he finally mustered up the courage to unwrap the golden paper. His thin fingers removed the wrapping without much tearing, which left him with a bright blue box with a letter gently placed on the top. The blonde picked it up and unfolded the thin sheet before reading it off in his head.

'Hello my love,

I am so sorry that you failed to receive my previous gifts. It seems as though your father has been throwing them out without informing you. He must of, right?

You wouldn't just throw out my presents would you? No. You are much too kind for that. Much too kind.

But that is OK, because if I didn't see the gifts in your restaurants garbage I would never of realized you weren't receiving them. Now I know not to send them when your father is awake. And since he goes to bed at 9:30pm everyday, then I will be sure to drop these off at 10. I know you can't sleep until 11 so this should be perfect.

Please do not wait for me outside however, you will see me in due time after all. Wouldn't wish to break the secret admirer illusion.

Oh, and before I forget, you looked absolutely stunning today. Blue is perfect on you, and those jeans almost made me faint at the tightness. It should be a sin to be so pretty.

-Yours only, G'

"...What the fuck?!" Sanji yelled softly as he finished reading off the letter. That was odd. Previous gifts? The cook was sure that if he was getting any gifts the other chefs would of at least told him. Why would they have any reason not too?

He shook the thought. Maybe they were just jealous?

And anyways the most concerning prospect of this note was the ending. He saw him today? When? Did he go to his new school? But he couldn't, if he frequently visited the Baratie then he wouldn't live so far away... Right?

'Ugh...' Sanji rubbed his forehead roughly. He could feel a headache coming on, so instead of thinking any further on it he re-folded the note and focused his attention back on the blue box. He opened it quickly, not bothering to mentally prepare himself, and gasped at the contents.

It was a watch. A gorgeous and golden watch. He made a slight noise of shock however as he noticed that this was the exact same watch that he had been ogling on his way home that day at the jewelry store down the street.

So does that mean this 'G' person was watching him walk home...? Sanji shook his head frantically and grabbed the box and note before shutting off the television and going into his bedroom. No. No one was creepy enough to do something like that, but it was still a little concerning how it was the EXACT same watch...

Well, the blonde thought as he placed the gift on his en-table before flinging himself into his bed, this was a problem to think about tomorrow. For now, he would sleep and pray that nothing serious escalated out of this.

Tbc.