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He's met many different types of people before but this one was by far one of the weirdest. Who laughs after falling through the ceiling? Sanji stared at the strange teen. He looked young, with a childish round face and messy black hair. He was wearing a bright red vest and rolled of denim pants with straw flip flops. Sanji noticed that despite the clumsy and careless feel around the teen, he had carefully picked up an old worn straw hat from the debris and gently patted off any dust before firmly planting it back onto his head.

"Ah~ that surprised me!" the straw hat teen laughed.

"Stop laughing!" Immediately out of nowhere a peg leg came crashing down on top of the teen. Said boy face planted again making a weird strangled noise. "Look at what you did now! You broke my ceiling!"

Quick as a flash, the teen jumped back up. "You were the one that broke it yourself!" he shouted back with equal vigour and head butted with the head chef.

I want this day to be over… Sanji thought with dread as he took in the damage. Fallen bits of wood and debris were strewn all over the place, the second floor is probably in worse condition than here judging by the boom from before. Plus, lots of panicking customers, a few which were female and screaming. Immediately Sanji was by their side and giving small reassuring smiles and calmed them down to the best of his abilities, all were given a bow and small kiss on the hand as an apology. It worked at least, since they stopped screaming and smiled weakly back in return. The other chefs can deal with Zeff and the weird teen, he needs to fix the damage as much as he can. The regulars were easy to calm down as were other customers, they mainly came to see the cooks and pirates fight most likely. Now all was left was the stuck up lieutenant and his date.

Sanji forced on his best closed lipped smile and made his way over to their table. He never liked marines. Well at least not the higher ups, they were stuck up and rude and this one was no better. He got worse when Sanji made a light conversation with the lovely lady that accompanied him. Sanji was genuinely surprised and slightly happy when the lady signed at him when he gave a note he couldn't speak. It was a nice break from the rowdy chefs, to be able to talk to a lovely intelligent being. The pink-haired marine didn't think so. Then there was the wine incident.

"Are you injured, my lady?" Sanji signed at the women known as Moodie.

"No, just slightly shocked that's all. Is everything alright?" She signed back, gesturing towards Zeff who seemed to be dragging the boy off somewhere.

"I believe the head chef has everything under control." Sanji signed back and gave a what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He got his answer when Moodie smiled back. Now to deal with Mr I'm-So-Full-Of-Myself.

Sanji took out his notepad and quickly scribbled a hasty message.

-I apologise for the earlier ruckus. Please, continue enjoying your meal.-

As soon as he placed the note in front of the marine he rushed off, not interested in listening to his annoying complaints.

"Sanji-kun?"

Sanji froze. He knew that voice. The last time he heard it was a year ago. He turned around slowly.

"Hi." Nami gave a small wave and a smile.

"I wonder what's taking Luffy so long?" Usopp wondered.

"Who knows?" Nami answered. "He did blow a hole into the restaurant. He's too honest for his own good."

It's been only a few weeks since she met these guys and Nami wasn't sure whether she should regret or think it was one of the best decisions of her life. First Luffy, her proclaimed 'captain' was rather eccentric in his own way. Zoro… looks scary but he's actually pretty harmless and rather lazy. Usopp was a liar and a coward but he seemed like the most normal in the group. Actually his fears seem rather reasonable when compared with a normal human. The rest were part monster in Nami's opinion.

Baratie…huh? Nami stared at the restaurant. I wonder how Sanji-kun's doing.

Nami still remembered their first meeting like yesterday. After pouring her heart out to him she felt strangely relieved. Like weight lifted off her shoulders after telling everything to someone else. Either way Nami was thankful to the blond half-fishman's understanding of her situation and not prying at her life. He still gave her offerings of money which Nami found hidden close to where they first met. Each offering came with a small note telling about himself. First one saying it was only fair when Nami had told him everything that he should do the same. Nami smiled fondly, it was unnecessary and should be annoying but Nami found herself keeping every single note he left behind. Sometimes they were short, sometimes they were long, sometimes they were mundane like beliefs, morals, there was even one that said he interested in men which surprised the ginger head but nevertheless, she accepted him fully. She even left behind a few notes of her latest thefts for him to read as well.

Then there was the time Nami read about his horrifying childhood. Nami was just managing to hold herself back from sailing all the way to the Baratie to hug the blond and reassure him that everything was alright after reading that particular note. Instead, Nami put the note carefully into a small chest with the rest of the collection and other personal belongings.

It's been a year. A whole year since we met and we only had one conversation. Nami smiled more brightly. Yet we know more about each other than friends that knew each other for years. I wonder if Luffy will make him the cook?... actually why am I even asking that? Of course he will. He's Luffy.

Nami shook her head and stood up. "Well, I'm going to see what's taking Luffy so long. Maybe even grab something to eat while I'm at it."

"That was your original objective wasn't it?" Usopp asked suspiciously.

Not really. "So I'm guessing you don't want to come?" Nami inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Soon enough both Usopp and Zoro were rowing towards the Baratie with Nami sitting bow. Honestly throw food in with these guys and they immediately heed to every command.

As they were tying the boat to the larger ship they heard a loud crash come from within the restaurant.

What did you do this time, Luffy? The thought in unison, sweat dropping.

When they walked in the first thing they saw was Luffy fighting an old man with a peg leg and was that supposed to be a chef's hat? It was ridiculously tall and what's up with that moustache? The trio stared at the strange scene with disinterest. After all, this wasn't the worst thing Luffy dragged them into.

While Usopp and Zoro were looking Luffy arguing with the weird old man, Nami looked around the restaurant. Despite the weird outer appearance, the inside looked high class and elegant, a place where Nami would enjoy dining at really. As she looked around her eye caught a familiar blond.

She snapped her head in the direction where she spotted the blond hair. Standing there was Sanji, who was currently walking around and calming down customers. He looked so different from when they first met. Nami remembered him in loose clothing, with sea water dripping from slightly curly hair and a bright smile. This Sanji was different, in a suit with gold buttons and a tie, covering nearly every inch of his body, wearing gloves of all things, he seemed like a completely different person. Seeing him calming the female customers first made Nami smile but what quickly extinguished it was the small closed lipped smile he gave. To anyone else it looked like a polite, conserved smile but to Nami it looked forced and fake. It made her scowl.

She noted with some relish that a female customer was signing with him in a conversation. After Sanji finished checking the female customer he turned towards the other person resident at the table, a guy with pink hair. Judging by the look of the guy he seems like an asshole and seeing Sanji hurriedly scribble something on a note and near throwing it on the table before quickly walking away proved it.

It was then Nami decided to make her appearance known.

"Sanji-kun?" she called out. She saw the cook tense and freeze for a few moments before turning around with a slight look of disbelief on his face. She smiled sheepishly.

"Hi." She said lamely, giving a small wave and still smiling awkwardly.

Sanji immediately gained a huge smile, showing a bit of his teeth and walked over to her. He gave her a questioning glance. Nami knew what it meant.

"Oh, c'mere." She threw her arms around Sanji and hugged him, with Sanji hugging back happily. "I'm here."

"Welcome to the Floating Restaurant Baratie." Sanji answered back softly, keeping as closed lipped as possible. Nami smiled and squeezed him just a bit tighter.

"Nami? You know this person?" Zoro asked taking notice of the reunion of the two. Who's that blond guy? And what's up with his eyebrows?

"Yeah! Let me introduce you!" Nami said excitedly, and before Sanji could say anything he was dragged over to a dude with a freakishly long nose and a man with… green hair?

"Guys, this is an old friend of mine, Sanji-kun." Nami gestured to towards Sanji and pointed at the other two at each mention of their name. "Sanji-kun this is Usopp and Zoro."

Sanji gave a bow in greeting. He felt a bit uncomfortable, knowing Nami, it was a high chance she's planning on robbing them blind. He felt a bit sorry for them.

"Now introductions are over, I'm going to catch up with Sanji-kun. You two find a table for us." Nami then without warning dragged Sanji outside. He gave a small wave at the two bewildered men left behind as he was dragged off.

"…Any idea about what just happened?" Usopp asked Zoro.

"Nope."

Sanji had no idea how long they've talked but it didn't seem very long. Time seemed to fly by, updating each other up what they've missed. Sanji learnt with great happiness that Nami learnt sign language and was extremely close to completing her deal with Arlong. Likewise, Nami insisted on listening to anything Sanji wants to say, fully taking advantage of letting him speak as much as he wants. God knows how long it has been since he talked last. Soon Sanji escorted Nami back into the restaurant and led her to the table the other two were sitting at.

"So why are your eyebrows so curly, Curly Cook?" Sanji turned towards the green haired man… Zoro was his name. The man grinned and drew an invisible swirl in the air. Sanji gritted his teeth and glared, before signing his answer, relishing in the stupefied look of the dumb grasshead.

"He's says 'then why does your head resemble a mutant seaweed species, Seaweed Head?'" Nami translated, trying hard not to laugh. Usopp was also snorting at the comparison of Zoro's hair and seaweed. Sanji only raised an eyebrow as a challenge with Zoro glaring back. Sanji snorted before returning his attention to Nami, smiled and walked off. He still has a job to do. Besides, he had the last word so in your face green abomination.

"Oi! Waiter!" called out a familiar and unwelcomed gruff voice. Sanji closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head and made his way over to the marine's table. He noticed Moodie looked a bit uncomfortable and soon he saw why.

"What is this bug doing in my soup?" The marine sneered. Sure enough there was a small bug floating on the surface of the warm liquid. Sanji could feel himself recoiling at the creature and knew that when he gave the man the soup it most certainly did not have a bug in it. Seeing the guilty look on the lovely lady proved that the marine had put the bug in it himself. Sanji felt his hackles rise but nevertheless he kept his temper. He took out his notepad and wrote something down.

-I'm not sure, Sir. Looks to me he seems to be having a little swim.- Hey, he said he'll keep his temper, never said anything about not being sarcastic. If the man was still sour over wine incident from earlier than he can suck it up. He gave them a wine that complemented their meal better, it was only the marine's own fault for trying to show off with his so-called knowledge of wine.

After reading Sanji's note the sudden change of looking smug and stupid to an angry bull would have been amusing for Sanji if only… if only he didn't smash the table in his temper. That had food on it. Resulting with the food falling down on the ground with the table. Sanji bent down and placed his gloved hand on the ruined food not caring that he was dirtying the glove. It was unsalvageable. Perfectly edible food, wasted. Sanji lowered his head, his fringe shadowing his face.

"Fullbody-san!" Moodie cried out.

Nami looked up when she heard the commotion and saw the marine and Sanji. From the looks of it, it seems like Sanji's sarcasm has strike again and now he's pissed off another customer. Under different circumstances Nami would have rolled her eyes and continued on with her business but not this time. That dumb marine had smashed the table and dropped both his and his date's meal on the floor. With bits of wood and china stuck in the food and being on the ground in general the meal was completely inedible.

One.

Sanji was just barely keeping his temper at bay. He spent three days and nights making that soup. Moodie at least finished the majority of her soup but the marine didn't even taste it. Suddenly a dress shoe stomped down on his hands, further squashing it into the ruined soup. If Sanji wasn't wearing gloves he would be picking out bits of china out of his hands later.

Two. Nami noted, taking a bite out of her delicious pasta.

"I'm the customer!" the marine was throwing a fit. "A paying customer! Should you be treating your customers in such an arrogant manner!?"

"Stop it, Fullbody-san!" Moodie grabbed on to his arms in hopes of calming him.

"Shut up!" the marine flung her to the ground. Moodie gave a pained cry when she fell down, hands scrapping on the fallen china.

"F-Fullbody-san?" Moodie meekly called out, bringing her injured hands close to her chest.

Three. You're out.

"…Can money fill your stomach?" Sanji spoke softly.

"What?" Fullbody was stupefied that the supposed mute chef spoke. Sanji was surprised too, but there's no backing down now.

"I said…" Sanji looked up, teeth bared to the marine only, his hair hiding his face from the rest of the customers. "Can money fill your stomach!?"

The marine gave a cry of shock. "Y-you! What are you?!"

Sanji didn't answer, all he saw was red as he jumped onto his hands and gave a roundhouse kick. He didn't know how long he beat up the marine for but all he knows is that the ending result was holding the marine by his neck who was on the brink of unconsciousness, missing several teeth and had blood dripping down his face and arm.

By now several other chefs had come to see what's the commotion about. "Sanji!" "Assistant Head Chef!"

"Messing with a cook of the sea is a good way of getting yourself killed." Sanji said quietly to the marine. "Remember that well."

With that he dropped the marine onto the floor with a thud. He bowed in apology to the customers and he checked up on Moodie but she had a look of fear on her face the whole time he was in contact with her. Sanji tried to shrug it off, it was his own fault anyway, lashing out and scaring her but there was something else that added onto Moodie's fear. When he saw her look fearfully towards his mouth he tensed. So she saw it too. That explains a lot of things.

"Oi Sanji! Are you at it again?!"

Sanji looked disinterestedly to see Patty storming towards him.

"Got a problem, you shitty cook?" Sanji signed.

"A shitty cook like you has no right to call me shitty!" Patty shouted back at the smaller man. "What do you think you're doing to our customers! And isn't that the marine lieutenant?! How many times do I have to tell you that customers are everything to a restaurant?!"

Sanji gave a snort. "Customer or not, this guy had ruined our dishes. Not only that, he insulted the cook who made it as well!"

Sanji threw a look of disdain to the now cowering marine. "All I did was show him the consequences of his actions."

As Patty was about to open his mouth to scream at him again the marine suddenly spoke, recovered slightly from the earlier attack.

"What the hell is wrong with this restaurant? If this is the way you treat your customers how does it stay in business?" the marine gritted out in pain. Sanji tched. He should have kicked harder. He's had enough of the whiny dirt bag.

"I'll destroy it!" the marine shouted out to the best of his ability. "I'll destroy your precious little restaurant! I'll contact my superiors to have it taken down!"

This guy is really asking for a death wish right now. Sanji thought, tapping his dress shoes, readying for another kick. Luckily for him I'm just about to give it to him.

Unfortunately, the other chefs had noticed him shifting his stance and now there are about five chefs holding him down.

"Stop it Sanji! Calm yourself!" the chefs shouted struggling to keep the half-fishman at bay. Despite being held down by 5 burly men Sanji still managed to advance towards the terrified marine. To say he was furious was an understatement. Sanji was half tempted to open his mouth and scream at the other chefs to let him go. He's going to make that marine wish he was never born!

"Brat, what do you think you're doing?! Are you trying to ruin my restaurant?!" Sanji finally stopped struggling. He turned his head towards the head chef and scowled. Old man.

"You insolent boy!" Sanji saw it coming and made no move to dodge it. Zeff's peg leg came smashing across his face. Sanji winced slightly. Great, he lost several teeth with that one, he needs to spit them out later.

"And you!" Zeff shouted at the marine, startling him out of his previous short-lived triumph. Zeff gave a good kick to the marine's face, making the man fly a good few meters. "Get the hell out of here!"

What the hell is wrong with this restaurant? Fullbody thought as he struggled to stand up and threw a fearful look at the arguing chefs. It's like…it's like they're a pirate gang! What kind of chefs are they?"

"L-lieutenant!" A new voice caught the attention of everyone. They turned and saw a staggering low rank marine. "Lieutenant Fullbody! We have a problem!"

What the man said next made the upper marine's blood run cold. "The Pirate Krieg's man escaped!"

"What?!" Fullbody cried out in shock.

"We thought he would give us a lead to where Krieg's whereabouts!" the marine lowered his head. "We've already lost seven men!"

"That's impossible! When we found him three days ago and he was nearly starving to death! We haven't even fed him during the time he was captured!" Fullbody cried out in disbelief.

Frightened murmurs rang across the restaurant. Krieg? The most powerful pirate of East Blue? And one of his men's escaped?

Sanji bristled. They fed nothing to a starving man for three days?

"I'm really sor-" A gunshot cut off the marine as he fell to the ground lifeless, causing the customers to panic and scream, running as far away from the man standing with the gun. The only people who haven't moved were the chefs, Nami's table and the petrified marine. Slowly the man stepped over the corpse and made his way over to an empty table.

"Another customer has arrived." Patty stated calmly.

"This one had better not cause any more trouble in my restaurant." Zeff grumbled.

Sanji stayed silent. He's had enough today. He made his way over to Nami's table and quietly calmed himself down. Sanji gave a sigh of exhaustion, he hasn't been that angry for a long time. Nami gave him a look of sympathy and patted his arm in comfort. Already he was feeling himself calming down. Honestly, women were a gift sent from heaven and Sanji will eternally feel grateful towards them. oh weird teen was there too. Seems like he came down with the Old Fart.

Sanji observed the staggering man. He was wearing grey pants and matching jacket that was decorated with two dragons on either side in S like shapes with a green shirt underneath it. Under the striped blue and white headband there was blood pouring down his face. Sanji could see his cheeks were hollowed and the dark bags under his eyes showed fatigue and lack of sleep. When Sanji saw his wrist peek out from the man's sleeve Sanji can see the bones in great detail. When the man finally made it towards a table he collapsed in his chair and rested his leg on the table.

"I don't care what it is." The pirate wheezed out, panting and looked up. "Bring me food. This is a restaurant, right?"

"Welcome mere bastard." Patty greeted the starving man with a smile, shocking some customers. "I'm sorry Sir, but you're going to have to pay for a meal here, do you have enough money?"

"That man is going to kill that cook…" Fullbody muttered in disbelief.

The pirate paused before lifting the gun to Patty's forehead. "Is a bullet ok?"

Patty scowled. "So I take it you don't have money?" The pirate could only widen his eyes before Patty hammered him into the ground.

Sanji sighed again. Great another broken chair, so now we have a hole in both of our ceilings, several smashed cutleries, a broken table, broken chairs and the floor's a mess. Either way I am not cleaning that up by myself.

"Oh~ that's a lot of power." The straw hat teen noted.

"If you can't pay, you can't eat." Patty folded his arms and towered over the fallen pirate.

"Good going, Patty-san!" one of the chefs called out, with the customers cheering along with him. A loud growl sounded from the pirate's stomach.

"Oh, your stomach growling quite a bit, you filthy pirate." Patty sneered.

"That was a fart." The pirate weakly protested, smiling up at Patty scornfully. "Hurry up and get me something to eat, you jerk."

"You're no customer so get out of here!" Patty screamed.

As the scene was starting to get worse Sanji slowly made his way to the kitchen. Nami noticed him leaving and smiled, making no move to stop him.

Sanji slipped off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves. He went through the familiar steps of preparing one of his specials. Letting the rhythmic pattern of his chopping take over, Sanji went on auto, listening to the ruckus outside. Sounds like the pirate's being beaten up pretty badly. Five minutes later Sanji was carrying a plate of freshly made food and a glass of water. He made his way out the back door and sure enough he found the pirate lying on the floor. Sanji gently placed the food in front of the pirate and sat down beside him.

"What?" the pirate stared up at him in disbelief before turning his head away from the food. "Take it away! This is worse! I won't accept charity!"

Sanji frowned. "Stop acting tough and eat already." Sanji muttered, making sure his teeth were out of sight. "To me, anyone who's hungry is a customer."

"I-I can't pay for it." The pirate gritted out, barely finishing his sentence before his stomach gave a loud growl.

Sanji gave a grunt of annoyance and rest his head against the railing. "The ocean's vast and cruel. It's awful to be without food and water… I understand starving people better than anyone."

Sanji looked down at the pirate. "I don't care if you want to die with dignity but wouldn't it be better to live and see tomorrow?"

That was all it took. The next moment the pirate began scarfing down the food like the starved man he was.

"This is delicious." The man began to cry. "I thought I was going to die!"

Sanji bought out a cigeratte and lit it. Taking a drag, a cloud of smoke was released into the air.

"It's so delicious! I've never had such a good meal in my whole life!" the man paused to wipe away his tears, overwhelmed by the act of kindness.

Sanji grinned. "It's shitty good, isn't it?" Sanji asked with pride.

Suddenly Sanji heard a laugh. "I found a good cook~"

Sanji froze and snapped his mouth shut, snapping his head up. Sure enough the weird teen was standing there on the second floor and looking down at him with the biggest smile that Sanji's has ever seen.

"You're pretty lucky aren't you?" the guy shouted down at the pirate. "If he hadn't helped you it would be all over for you."

"Oi, Cook, care to join us?" Luffy shouted at Sanji. "Be the chef of our pirate ship!"

Huh? "Huh?" Sanji thought while simultaneously the pirate voiced his thoughts.

The fuck?

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-Kagu-chan