Risa: Age 5

Thanks to Braindeadmaggot for Beta XD

All One Piece Characters Belong to Oda

At 9 o'clock at night, their little girl runs towards Sanji's and Zoro's room, stumbling over her feet as she enters and jumps on her parents' bed. Her bright green eyes look at Sanji, her mouth turning into a big smile.

"Papa!" She calls to her father, who was reading, but is now regarding her with a questioning eyebrow.

"Are you ok, Risa?" She nods her head quickly before laying next to her father. "Oi?" Sanji adjust himself so she is now lying in the crook of his arm, and not on it, which would have made moving his arm impossible. "Don't you belong in bed?"

"I was watching TV-" She pauses, because she knows she is not supposed to be watching television, but sleeping, yet continues talking after Sanji raises an eyebrow. "Who proposed?"

Not even Sanji expects the small laughter that escapes his lips. Risa watches him with big expecting eyes, as he tries to compose himself. "Hmm, don't you think it's kinda late? You know, for story time?" Sanji says with red cheeks. Why was Zoro always working when their daughter decided to ask questions like these. He's not even good at storytelling, Zoro is actually better at it then him.

Pouting, she glances to her side for a few seconds, as if thinking of something before she looks at Sanji again. "I have no school tomorrow. It's Saturday." Her voice with a hint of amusement.

"Got a point there." Sanji answers with a small chuckle, tapping her nose with his finger, watching as she flinches back from the contact and her green eyes cross- trying to look at her nose.

Gosh, I love you so much! Sanji can't help but think as he looks at her.

"Alright…" Sanji places his book on the night stand and makes himself comfortable. "Let's see… where do I start?"

/

After the incident with the thief, Sanji thought he would never see the policeman who helped him again. He didn't have his number, didn't know his name, nor did he see his face. The man called dispatch, and within moments a patrol car came and took the crook, tossed him in the back of the cruiser, while another approached him. Everything was happening so quickly that he must have been running on autopilot because he couldn't recall anything the officer said to him and by the time he snapped out of his daze, he had his wallet in hand, the offices drove off, and the man - whom he only knew as an off duty officer, had vanished.

Their next meeting came sooner than Sanji had thought. Sanji was serving some plates when he heard the door chime; another customer to feed. Though he hadn't caught the off duty policeman's face, Sanji knew it was him the moment he saw the man. There was no mistaking it. There was no way someone other than him, could have a body like that, almost sculpted to perfection. Broad shoulder, strong chest and thin waist. He was in his police uniform, which made Sanji's palms sweat, something about him in uniform is making his temperature rise.

The moment their eyes locked, the officer gave him a cocky smile, and Sanji could barely hold the trays in his hands. The man's eyes were sharp and alert, but there was something else there in which Sanji couldn't put his finger on. Sanji quickly placed the tray on a nearby table, inwardly glad he had no one to serve or attend to. Wiping his hands on his apron, Sanji swallowed before making his way toward the policeman.

"Good afternoon." He said too quickly as he inwardly kicked himself. Why to go Sanji. The blonde reprimanded himself, wanting now to just walk away and hide in his kitchen. "...um…"

"Hi, got a table for me?" The man asked, taking off his hat. His green eyes looked around the crowded place.

Sanji felt his blood run south when he heard the deep voice, and it only rushed faster now that he was able to see the man's face. He had short green hair, a high forehead with a strong jaw and cheekbones.

"Of course." Sanji quickly scanned the room with his one blue eye, and guided the police officer towards the nearest table. The man was darker than him, he had what appears to be a perfect tan, Sanji thinks, but he can't see the rest of his body, in which he wished he could, and is much taller and broader than himself.

Showing him to his seat, Sanji took out a pen and paper. "What will you be having today?

" Hearing the man chuckle, Sanji can't help but furrow his eyebrows and look at him. "What's so funny?"

"You haven't given me a menu." He answers plainly, though their was a playful look in his green eyes.

Sanji can't help but flush. "Shit!" He is about to look for one when the man's baritone voice stops him. The smile on his face accentuates his dimples, making him look younger and carefree. "Just pick something for me. I'm sure whatever you chose will be good."

"R-Right." Writing something down, Sanji smiles politely. "I think we've got something you'll find pleasing."

Sanji lingers by the table fiddling with the notepad between his fingers. He wants to ask about the night before, if this man really is the officer who came and helped him. He doesn't remember the last time an officer ate here, and it can't be a coincidence, can it?

"Um, is there something else?" Zoro asks, hand on his chin, and elbow on the tablet, horrible table manners.

"Well for starters…" Sanji starts smoothly, moving his eyes to Zoro's elbow. "Elbows on table are a no-no." He feels amused when the man frowns at him, but complies by leaning back on his seat.

"And second…" He bites his lips before he is able to ask. The man is still watching him with analyzing eyes, which makes Sanji wonder if that's how he normally looks at people. "Are you the officer who… got my wallet back last night? I mean if you're not him, then it's ok. I-I'm still gonna serve you, and you know, eh, um, give you food and such, things, like… Yeah." Sanji babbles, messing up in his speech.

The man laughs, not too loudly, considering the other customers before looking at Sanji's hands. Sanji feels his face grow hot, embarrassed of his own stupidity, and now more than ever wishes the earth could just swallow him.

"You're not married, or engaged?" Though phrased like a question, it sounded more like he was stating a fact.

Sanji blushes, covering his hand. "What?"

"Why don't you join me for lunch?" The officer smirks at him, sending the wrong signal to Sanji brain. Sanji doesn't know what to say. "You're going on your lunch break soon, right? Why not join me?" He suggest, tapping the table top.

"But-" Sanji still wants to know if this is the man from last night.

"Yeah, it's me. The name's Zoro. Roronoa Zoro." Zoro finally introduces himself, a smile on his lips.

"Sanji Blackleg." Zoro nods, but Sanji has a feeling Zoro already knew that. Clearing his throat, Sanji awkwardly smiles as he retreats, bumping into a waiter; he turns around and quickly apologizes before sheepishly disappearing through the kitchen door waving awkwardly at the policeman.

/

"Your daddy came every single day, and ordered the same thing each time. And when he finished eating, he would order something else…" Sanji shakes his head. "The guy couldn't have still been hungry, but I think he did it so he can have an excuse to stay longer and talk to me."

"But who proposed?" Risa asks, looking back at her father.

"Ah, yes… Sorry. Hmm."

/

"Just cause I broke that stupid mirror doesn't mean I have seven years of bad luck!" Zoro protest as he opens the restaurant door allowing the blonde in before himself. "Since when were you so superstitious? From the three years I've know you, you have never cared much for those thing."

"Seven years is a long time, moron. It's not like danger doesn't come looking for you." Sanji says sarcastically. "You need a fucking guardian angel now."

"Would you stop with that? You've been on and on about this since we left your apartment. I really doubt I'll ever get a guardian angel." Rolling his eyes, Sanji spots his group of friends who are at a round table; the reason they went to the restaurant in the first place.

"Gosh, I can hear you guys from a mile away!" Nami reprimands, covering one of her ears with the palms of her hands, looking highly irritated. Zoro rolls his eyes, as Sanji smacks him behind the head and apologies to Nami, placing all the blame on Zoro.

Taking their seat, Usopp asks what they were arguing about.

"I didn't know you were superstitious, Cook-san." Robin says with her smile, after Sanji explained.

"Tell me about it." Zoro murmurs, his eyes on Luffy who is eating all the bread which are on the middle of the table. He quickly grabs one before Luffy is able to get it, and puts it in his mouth.

Sanji supposes he never did seem like the superstitious type, that's more Usopp's thing… but the way Robin is looking at him says she knows something. "It's not like I'm a super believer, but come on. Something must have happened for that belief to have come about, right? I just feel it shouldn't be taken lightly, is all."

Usopp looks at Zoro, who is sitting there eating his bread with his cheeks puffed out like some kind of hamster, without a care in the world. "Well, to be in the safe side, Zoro stay away from me for seven years."

Zoro looks at Usopp with a mischievous smile. "Hey Chopper, let me sit there."

"Okay." Chopper says with a smile, already standing up, but is stopped by Usopp, holding the teen down by his shoulders.

"Didn't you hear me? If Zoro takes your seat, then he will be next to me. Who knows what can happen!" He shrieks, still holding Chopper where he is.

"You really believe in that, Usopp-bro?" Franky asks, his voice sounding skeptical. Franky's attention goes to Brook when he speaks up.

"I believe in that. That is no laughing matter. My great uncle once walked under a lad-"

Nami sighs and throws a hand in the tall man's face, cutting him off, "No, please don't start Brook. I've already had enough of that topic." Brook pouts and instead takes a bread and starts to munch on it.

"Well, I'm going to the restroom. Move Marimo, your blocking." Sanji orders, smacking Zoro's shoulder. Zoro rolls his eyes, but stands to allow the blonde to slide out of the chair booth. He doesn't know who invented these types of chairs. No one is ever comfortable. If seated in the middle, you are practically trapped and surrounded. And if at the end, you always have to stand to let someone else out. Especially when he finishes eating, and he doesn't want to stand until the next hour, but it's really not an option if someone needs to get out. Stupid if you ask him.

/

"Papa, who proposed?" Risa asks again. Her father seems to be telling her everything but the one thing she wants to know.

"ok ok ok, sorry… sheesh."

/

When Zoro stands, he sees Sanji duck down. His instinct is to reach out and grab Sanji, thinking he fell, but he stops in mid movement. There is just something off about the way Sanji is bent; Sanji is on one knee, and digging into his coat pocket.

"Cook?"

"Seven years is a long time. And I know I've been insisting on you needing a guardian angel…" Sanji says, digging into his coat pocket, and taking out something small, black and box shaped. "Since you don't believe in that crap… Can I be your bodyguard instead?"

Zoro is speechless, watching as Sanji finally opens the box to reveal a silver ring. "Will you allow me- by marrying me? Will you marry me Zoro?"

/

"Papa!? What did he say?" Risa asks, sitting up and turning around on her knees to be able to look at Sanji. The blonde raises an eyebrow. "Oh." She laughs.

"I'm glad you two got and Daddy look so happy." She says with a content smile, as she throws herself on Sanji again.

"I'm glad too." Sanji whispers, kissing his daughter on her green head. "Though, your daddy can be a handful." He grumbles.

The small girl laughs. "Like insisting he's never lost?"

"Yup, just like that."