Hey everyone! I am sooo happy because I just got back from Mechacon! It was really awesome and I even saw two people cosplaying as Zoro, one as Ace, and several people as Luffy. I went as Deidara but the wig and cloak were so hot... The artist's alley was really cool too, I even got a Zoro poster! Next year though I think I'll go as Sanji... ^_^
I don't know why, but I usually seem to be in a sarcastic mood when writing Sanji, but I've always pictured him as a sarcastic type of person anyway... Oh, and thank you so much to my beta SilenceOfRain7, I really appreciate the help.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters
"What are you doing?" Zoro asked, looking over at Sanji with a raised eyebrow.
"What does is look like?" Sanji rolled his eyes, scratching another mark into the rock behind him, and at the twenty third one he stopped. Twenty-three days now they'd been here, and they were definitely beginning to feel the effects of having no food. Though Zoro had more muscle built up than Sanji so he was doing better.
"What are you doing?" Zoro repeated in a growl, narrowing his eyes. Sanji rolled his eyes at the swordsman's irritability.
"Keeping track of how long we've been here; seemed like a good idea," the cook stated, tossing the rock he'd been using to make the tallies off to the side. He'd done it before, why not do it now? So what if it added a sense of hopelessness to the situation. No, Sanji shook his head lightly, this wasn't like last time. This time he knew someone was coming. The only thing to do was wait for Luffy and the others and they would be fine.
He sighed, looking over the marks. Twenty-three day spent on this island had given him much more time to think than he would have liked. And there wasn't much to distract him from the gnawing hunger or his oh so annoying company. But Zoro usually spent at least part of the day training, which left Sanji some time for himself.
It was then, when there was nothing else to distract him that his thoughts wandered to more unpleasant topics. It was also then that being on this island felt even more like his previous time here. Lonely, hopeless, nothing to do but watch the water and wait for a ship to come. No matter how annoying, Sanji actually preferred to have company, even if it was Zoro. At least it took away the sense of loneliness.
Though after that many days the two were really beginning to grate on each other's nerves. It took everything Sanji had to not get into a physical fight with the marimo. But he had to restrain himself, neither of them could afford to waste what little energy they had left. They had to have some energy in case something happened before Luffy and the rest of the crew got there.
He wondered how the crew was doing, especially his precious Nami-san and Robin-chan. If he wasn't there to protect them, anything could happen! And they wouldn't get their snacks anymore.
A thought hit Sanji that made the cook cringe. Who was doing the cooking? If it were Luffy, well, his kitchen would be dead by the time he got back to it. Or Brook... knowing how clumsy the skeleton was, it would not be good.
If it were any of the others, he was a little more confident regarding the safety of his kitchen, but not about the quality of the food. Chopper would probably make everything too bitter, like his medicine. Ussop would make it too spicy or Franky would probably try to put cola in everything. The ladies would probably do an amazing job cooking, but Sanji didn't feel they should be forced to do such a task. They were better than that.
His only other worry was if they were rationing the food properly. It was very important to do so in order to make sure they had enough to reach the next island. If not they could easily run out of food before they reached land, especially with Luffy's appetite.
This was all Sanji's fault. If he hadn't fallen off the ship, and landed on this damn island, he wouldn't have to worry about this. There wouldn't be the possibility of the crew running out of food. He shook his head. There was nothing he could do about it at this point, and worrying wouldn't do him any good, only increase his stress. He just hoped that the crew thought to ration the food properly without him there.
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Nami pulled open the fridge with a sigh. Since Sanji wasn't here, she and Robin had to take over cooking for the rest of the crew and today it was her turn. She gathered several ingredients then closed the fridge door. Today she was going to make scrambled eggs, toast, and pancakes. After all, who didn't love breakfast for dinner?
She popped the bread into the toaster. Then began mixing the pancake batter in a bowl larger than her head. She'd probably have to do this another three times considering how much Luffy could eat. Turning on the stove, she placed a frying pan on it and poured some of the pancake mix onto it. On another pan she began to make the scrambled eggs.
She wished Sanji and Zoro were here. While sometimes annoying with his constant flirting, Nami actually liked having Sanji around. He always made sure she was happy and even gave her special snacks in between meals. And though Zoro slept most of the time, the swordsman always protected everyone in the crew, even if it put his own life in danger. The navigator just hoped the two of them would be okay until they found them. She'd have to add some more beris onto their debt for making her worry.
While thinking, she nearly forgot to flip over the pancakes. Nami frowned upon realizing she had slightly burnt them. She was about to check on the eggs when a yell and the galley door slamming open interrupted her.
"NAMI, FOOD!" Luffy shouted, tackling her to the ground.
"Luffy! Get out of here, I'm still cooking," she snapped, punching him in the head.
"But I'm huuuungry," he whined, pouting.
"GET OUT!" Nami threw him from the room, closing and locking the door. She turned back to the food and groaned. The eggs had hardened into a gross goop and the pancakes had started smoking. Dumping them into the trash, she started over. How does Sanji even keep track of all this cooking at the same time?
This time she managed to stop the first bath of pancakes from burning too much but only saved some of the eggs after she took a break to butter the toast and put more bread in the toaster. After much more exhausting cooking, she had three plates stacked halfway to the roof with pancakes, and enough eggs and toast for everyone, as long as Luffy only ate seven servings.
After placing a pitcher of mikan juice on the table, she opened the galley door and called everyone to dinner. The crew all rushed inside taking their seats at the table. Nami also took her seat, glad to finally take a break and eat after all the cooking she had to do.
"Ewwww, these pancakes are really burnt..." Ussop scrunched up his face after taking a bite. Nami glared.
"So is the toast," Soutsu grumbled. He was still wearing the seastone cuffs but had been untied to eat, Chopper wouldn't let him starve after all. They just made him sit in the corner away from everyone.
"And these eggs look kind of hard," Franky muttered, inspecting the food as if it were some animal that might crawl off his plate any moment. A dark aura began to rise from the navigator.
"Nami, you put too much butter on the toast, this could give us cholesteryl problems," Chopper frowned, looking at the bread that was sopping with butter. Her fists clenched.
"Well the mikan juice is okay," Brook offered, taking a sip of it.
"It could use a bit more sugar," Robin commented after also taking a sip.
"Ack! I think my eggs just moved!" Ussop screeched.
"Nami, why isn't your food as good as Sanji's?" Luffy complained.
"SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR DAMN FOOD," Nami hollered.
"Sorry..." they all murmured, deciding it was best to listen to the angry navigator.
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Zoro regretted his last meal. Well, more like he regretted not eating it. The swordsman frowned thinking back on it.
"Dammit marimo, I told you not to waste any food!" Sanji snapped, glaring angrily at the swordsman.
"I'm not hungry stupid ero-cook, besides, it's not like we're going to run out," he scoffed, folding his arms behind his head. Then dodged a kick only seconds later that completely splintered the chair he'd been sitting in.
"What the hell was that for!?"
"Try not to break the ship cook-bro!" Franky called.
"You're wasting food," Sanji growled.
"So?" Zoro huffed. He was sure the cook was going try to kick him again but was surprised when he only scowled and turned around.
He could see why Sanji had that policy about not wasting food now, and wished he'd actually listened to it. Maybe then he wouldn't be feeling as hungry right now. Well, this was just a lesson for the future, no point in dwelling on it.
He hoped the rest of the crew was doing okay. He and Sanji were usually the ones to get the devil fruit users out the water when they fell in. They better be careful until they got here, since only three members of the crew were not devil fruit users. If more than three fell in... no, that wouldn't happen. The crew wasn't that clumsy. Besides, Franky and maybe Ussop could each save two people.
Though he especially worried about Chopper. Although for the most part the doctor could take care of himself, Zoro always felt like he had to watch out for him. Especially when things got rough in battle, and there was no telling what could happen. Chopper was the youngest in the crew so he had the least battle experience, but he'd gotten better. Yes, he would be fine until the crew got here. Nothing to worry about.
If anything, he needed to worry about how fast his muscles were shrinking, which wasn't exactly a pleasant experience to say the least. Zoro really hated the feeling of his body eating away at itself, but whining would do nothing about it. He could handle it until the rest of the crew arrived, though as for a certain someone, he wasn't so sure...
Zoro glanced over at Sanji who sat a shorts ways away. To start out with the cook already had less muscles than Zoro, but now his legs were nearly as thin as his arms once were. Though looking down at himself, the swordsman noticed the same applied to him. It would be a pain to get his muscles back... But Chopper was a good doctor, so he was sure they'd be fine. As long as they made it until the crew found them.
Thank you all so much for reading, and please leave a review if you can, they are a great motivation for me. :)