A/N: I think I ship Luffy x Octopus now.
This is the prequel to 'Sting'.
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Pairing/s: Implied Luffy x Nami.
Rating: T, for Sanji's awesome tongue.
Notes: Sanji's POV. (I'm sorry, Sanji.)
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I noticed that Luffy slipped out of the men's quarters.
Again.
I wanted to stop him; to ask him where the hell is he going, but the answer appeared as fast my question did.
Crap, he's gonna steal some food again.
After letting a minute past since his departure, I decided to pick my sleepy self up and to go follow him. Yes, that was my intention. Catching the criminal in his act. It's not like it's the first time our food supply decreased by nearly three-fourths the next day compared to what it was the night before.
Stupid captain. I don't get it how come his stomach can intake all that food. It's like feeding ten herds of elephants at the same time. Trust me; eighty percent of the food I cook for the entire day goes to that freakin' rubber idiot. Even though I give him the same proportions of food as the other shitheads here, he would steal those all by stretching his rubbery limbs everywhere.
And each time one of the shitheads catches him, the usual dining room scenario occurs. The idiot marimo would hurl insults at him, the perverted robot would try to retrieve his food back, and this freakin' long-nosed liar accompanied by this emergency food supply would try to make Luffy spit out the food, while the ero-skeleton would laugh at the sight.
Sometimes I would join the usual fray, when the shitty captain starts to focus his attentions unto the ladies' meals. Like hell I'd let him steal Nami-san and Robin-chan's food. I didn't exert my effort that much just to have him eat what belongs to my charming beauties.
I don't get it how come his stomach has no limits. Man, that rubber ability of his did screw up a lot. It sure made his stomach bottomless. I figured he could stretch that shitty stomach of his if he wanted to, the glutton.
So with that, I figured I should go stop the thief, as soon as I hear my trap give its click.
Oh yes, I installed a freakin' mouse trap as big as the dining table itself to stop that shitty rubber man in his countless attempts for a midnight snack. I don't know why the hell does he call that midnight 'snack', considering the amount he eats, he should call it midnight 'buffet'. Once I hear that the trap has been triggered, that's the time I would go to my kitchen, and pummel the rubber bastard to the floor of the Sunny.
I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes since the brainless epicure left. I was waiting for ten whole minutes for my trap to work, yet it didn't.
Oh crap, did he manage to get away from it?!
With that thought in my head, I flung out the covers and ran as quietly as I could outside. If one of these bastards wake up, that's another problem. I wouldn't want this dim-witted marimo commenting how useless my mouse trap was. No, sir.
Once I was out on deck, I made a dash for my beloved kitchen.
Peering at the doors surprised me. No sign of any disturbances. Not like anyone entered the kitchen. I turned the knob, and the door didn't budge.
Oh, right. I locked it, as a form of another safety precaution.
The relief that no one had been into my kitchen especially in my refrigerator had brought me, you have no idea. Finally, finally, that captain with peas for brains realized that it's best to leave the refrigerator alone.
But as much as the fact Luffy has not been stealing food relieved me, it made me curious where the hell he had gone off to.
He wouldn't touch Nami-san's mikan trees, I know that for sure. He finds my refrigerator even more tempting than Nami-san's orange groves, despite the fact that my fridge offers more peril compared to the very-open mikan trees.
Hmph. No use looking for him now, that panties-loving skeleton on the watch tonight might notice me here, and might ask me what the heck am I doing outside. What should I answer, "I'm just paranoid that Luffy's stealing meals once again"? No way.
With that in mind, I decided to go back to the men's room and wait for Luffy. Anyway, his bed is just next to mine. I would notice when that idiot returns.
After almost an hour of impatient waiting, I heard the door creak open, and saw a figure enter the room so cautiously.
I couldn't help the grin forming in my face. He was trying to return to the room as discreetly as he could, but his silhouette gave him away.
Even in the dark, that trademark straw hat of his is unmistakable.
I was about to ask where the hell did he go, but not before I caught his scent.
His scent was pretty obvious, especially to me. That's one scent I smell every single day, one scent I could go smell every hour and every single day of my life. That scent alone is enough to drive me into blissful oblivion, where I dream about my prized orange-haired navigator being with my, just the two of us, together, at last.
And now, for some reason, this shithead smells of it, that particular scent that would make my heart pump with excitement.
To put it bluntly, Luffy smelled like oranges.
As he approached his hammock, his new scent grew increasingly familiar, confirming my previous thought that the scent he currently possesses originally belongs to my Nami-san. I was about to hurl an insult at him about eating Nami-san's precious fruits, until I noticed that he was rubbing one side of his neck absently.
When he removed his hand, I suddenly found myself on the verge of falling onto deep, deep slumber, and probably hoping for no tomorrow to see.
Even in that dark, light-lacking room, what he was rubbing on his skin absent-mindedly (not like he has a brain, anyway) was very, very much distinctive.
Unless my eyes are deceiving me, Luffy…
…sports a freakin' love mark on his neck.
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A/N: And I ship Zoro x Southbird too.
Okay, if you have read 'Sting', you would know Nami has one too, and Sanji kept on shaking his head over and over. I probably would add another part into these marking series, explaining how come Sanji was acting like he did in 'Sting'. Perhaps that would be the 20th drabble.
And yes, they both left marks. Nami did, with Luffy knowledge, and Luffy did, without Nami's knowledge. Get it?
The men's room in the Thousand Sunny has four double-decked beds, just so you know. And now, I believe I should be doing my homework.
*edit. LOTS of freakin' mistakes. I'm such an idiot.