There were minor errors when I checked the last chapter. They have been fixed, but it isn't that important to go back and look at chapter one.
Notes: Anything else that will happen will happen in a way... Also there is a reference to a Naruto movie in this story, it's enjoyable ;3 It may seem a bit like filler though, you decide.
Thanks to avatoa for catching a major error in this chapter.
Also to note, there will be omakes at the end of this story. I can't incorporate the omakes like I want to right now but remind me fellow readers and it'll happen!
naruto - a cured fish surimi that's usually served in ramen in Japan.
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Each day went on like a nightmare, luckily rain happened by at least once a week, giving a fresh supply that wasn't soaked in salt for him to drink. He took out bits of food, biting into them like a savage before remembering that he was trapped. It had been months according to his tallies, and it couldn't be much longer for help to arrive now could it?
Some days time happened to blend in for too long so he couldn't really be sure of his tallies since this stupid incident had happened. The old pirate saved him and now he was trapped on a stupid rock ready to die. He already lost the last pieces of his meal, especially the bread and look at him. He was desperate for anything to eat at this point. He was alone, starving to death without anyone he loved around. Those days Sanji realized how hard it is on the sea and decided never to waste food again.
The other thing he realized after befriending the old man at the end of the time on the rock was that he missed his family.
Just about everything on the Baratie rang of home to him after becoming trapped in this world. It was like Konoha in one way, but special on its own in other. The cooks there were just about as rowdy as him but he got used to it quick. He didn't get used to the damn peg leg kicks he received from the shitty old fart that happened to be named Zeff.
Sanji found that his new body came with surprises, such as his legs being really long for a child that he was. He didn't even age to fourteen properly in the body he originally had. Maybe he would have became this tall, he didn't know. All Sanji knew was in this part of the world a badass chef who kicked people asses, literally.
He was also a womanizer, that was the shitty (stupid) cost to his new body. It also came with a mouth like a sailor but that he could mind. Fawning over the ladies as he grew up, now that was the problem he had the most. Especially when he couldn't kick or hurt any of the ladies like he would have liked for acting spoiled, childish and rotten to the core.
When people asked why Sanji couldn't hit a women he came up with an excuse, "I'll can't hurt a lady... because I was taught not to." His body was apparently but his mind could easily remember taking down Sarada during the Exams. His motor skills happened to not cooperate with his mind during those times.
The world was just about as weird as him, ranging from new creatures such as Sea Kings to the Blues mostly being made of water. He heard that the Grand Line, the sea in the middle, was where anyone wanted to go to find the grand treasure of One Piece. Sanji could recall his fellow cooks boasting about traveling along those waters to head to the East Blue.
Home was bit of a stretch but for right now the world was his home and the sea was his guide. Sanji found that he stopped thinking of his dream of reuniting with his father and thought less about the place he used to call home.
Sanji hadn't thought that someone would see through him, see that he had wanted to explore the world and find his father through the dream of the All Blue. Of course, a man wearing a straw hat stepped onto the Baratie on one fine odd day. Later on in that same week pirates attacked and the boy convinced him to regain his dream and follow him loyally. Some pirates weren't bad, he recalled while thinking of the darkened days while staying on the shitty rock.
After being recruited onto an insane crew they had to save their navigator from a cruel dictator ruling over her village. It wasn't that hard but poor Boruto felt a bit out of it going onto land for one of the first times since working on the Baratie. It was weird but Sanji knew he would have to trust his friends.
Sanji enjoyed spending all his time being around those idiots, especially when he found that whatever happened he wasn't alone.
More members joined their growing family ranging from a princess to a living skeleton. Saving them from themselves came with the job but Boruto found it easy to ignore. Luffy may be similar to Mitsuki in terms of power but he could ignore that too. Nami and Robin could leave lingering feelings for a certain female Uchiha in the back of his mind but he rarely even remembered those days. Hell, since learning the Black Leg style he abandoned the idea to use hand signs!
The cook knew he still had chakra in him but he could handle that. He was one of the Monster Trio, the strongest of the Straw Hat Pirates. He was a chef that could cook just about anything given to him. He had a strong intellect and a fearsome strength that would make any civilian cringe in pain. He was different than the once wanna be shinobi... but sometimes he missed those days of waking up to entertain his sister with glee, to get into an argument with a certain female Uchiha, to hear his sensei complain about them to a child with the powers of a sage.
Those days were different than waking up to cook for everyone, to take upon responsibility that he had forgotten long ago, to argue with a green haired swordsman every now and again to get beaten by a red headed navigator for fighting. For being a pervert when around women, to make people smile when they needed cheering up.
Sometimes Sanji enjoyed his home... but Boruto missed his old one.
One of the days he was out of things that he wanted to do, he'd remember something his dad taught him to waste time. Some of those tricks came in handy when he cooked. But this one, it got a little rowdy...
"Ha!" A clone cackled and for that Sanji kicked the loud idiot. The other one was weeping at the lost smokes betted against the two. The reason, they were betting on a card game and a clone happened to win. It was late at night in the Thousand Sunny and Sanji decided to make snacks with dinner for a special occasion since the idiot swordsman finally got up and their new crew mate Brook was finally cherished as a musician. "Damn it," The clone whined, putting his head on the table of the gallery as he nursed a new bump, "Your gonna feel your own kick, jackass."
"That's why until the pain is gone I won't disperse you," The original clone responded, plopping one of his last cigarettes in his mouth. The pained clone hissed as he dragged his pile close to him, "Yeah, and you know that either way I'll be getting them all."
"Not if he smokes him first," The other losing clone chimed, rubbing his head as he had a down ridden expression at the sight of one smoke in his hand, "And will someone please donate to charity?"
"Fuck off," Both grumbled and for that the clone ducked his head with a whine.
"Why now of all times do we play a game? Its usually in the morning when we do this."
"Because dear original needs to blow off some steam without actually puffing, the sniper and captain of his are trying to make him happy by pranking him... the tabasco cigarettes weren't funny..."
Sanji scowled, rubbing his throat unconsciously, "I hope they know its the last time I'll actually let them near my smokes, damn bastards putting tabasco sauce on them..." The two clones groaned, rubbing their own throats in sympathy.
"Terrible times..."
At that point, the saddened clone got up and walked to the oven, "Food is about done, get the drinks ready as I put the cookies in the oven." The original pulled himself up, giving his injured clone one last look before heading towards the fridge.
"If your done whining, why don't you get the table ready." He snapped to his clone who was still nursing the bump on his head. The injured clone stuck out its tongue at him and for that Sanji threw a knife. The clone squeaked as it dispersed in a flash of white smoke as the knife kept going towards the gallery door.
"Hey Sanji-!" Shink. The knife had embedded itself into the door that happened to be opened at that moment by a lying sniper. The clone by the oven dove to the ground underneath Sanji's legs to hide itself as the original blinked blankly. Usopp stared at the knife at the door as his face began to pale. "AH! SANJI I'M STILL SORRY ABOUT THE TABASCO SAUCE INCIDENT! DON'T KILL ME!" The poor long-nosed man slammed the door immediately for protection as Sanji continued his stare.
"...well then." The chef muttered, rubbing his head that began to ache. Damn, was that how his kick felt to enemies? He really didn't see much about it.
The only other clone in the room pulled himself up, whining as he rubbed his back, "Damn it, can I just leave now? That was a very close one."
"Get my knife then you can leave." Sanji chimed.
The clone hissed at him in reply, walking to the door and pulling the knife back, "I really don't see why you need all your knives-!"
The door slammed into the poor clone, smothering him, "Hey Sanji! Is dinner done yet?!" A certain captain beamed, beginning to drool at the piles of meat scattered along the counter in between the gallery and the kitchen. Sanji sweat dropped as the clone flailed behind the door, waving his hands silently in motions of pain.
"I'll call you when its done! Give me five more minutes!" Sanji coolly replied, covering his mouth to resist from snickering at the clone that was being abused.
Luffy instead was interested in the pile of cards littering the table, "Oh! Sanji what game are you playing and why didn't you invite us?!"
"Solitaire, get out."
"Oh! Let's play poker!" The rubber man suggested, "I wanna bet on meat!" He plopped himself down into his favorite seat, gathering cards into a jumble before trying to sort them in a failed attempt to be neat.
Sanji stared at the clone that was still flailing, "We can bet on something else other than the food if you go get the others to play. I'll set up the game while the snacks get in the oven."
"Okay Sanji!" Luffy chirped, beaming with all the brightness that he usually carried before he got up and ran out the room, "Hey everyone! We're playing poker in the gallery! What should we bet on!?"
Clone Sanji slammed the door while nursing a red mark on his face. The knife was still in his hand before he gave Sanji a dirty look, "Disperse me, now."
The original gave a shrug, snatching his knife while forming a hand sign. The clone popped in its usual white smoke before leaving smoke where it used to reside. Sanji walked to his station, getting into his zone for the few minutes of leftover peace. After those minutes were gone dinner was about done, the drinks were ready to serve and a little group had gathered at the gallery table.
This group consisted of Franky, Nami, Luffy, Usopp and Brook. It looked to be that Zoro was watching from afar in the corner of the room, trying to sleep while the chef spotted the lights on the infirmary and he could see the older woman of the Straw Hats sitting at the couch area nose deep in a book of the seas around here. The pool was made of beri, that's mostly why the swordsman didn't join in due to his bad luck and the fact he wouldn't have much money to chip in before Nami would claim it as his debt being slowly repaid.
"Ah! Damn it Luffy, you have the luck of the devil!" Usopp cried as Sanji sat himself next to the long-nose for the last round before dinner was served. The rubber man snickered, dragging the currency close to him.
"Shishishi~! Usopp, I just get my cards and they're good!"
Nami gave a look at Luffy, "Say captain, you wouldn't mind going to the casino next time...?"
Luffy stuck out his tongue, "I'm seventeen. They check Nami. Plus, playing cards gets boring after awhile."
Franky picked up the remainder of the cards along the table, "Alright, it's the SUPER last round! All bets are in!"
Sanji dug into his pocket, throwing whatever remained of the money for food, "Alright, I'm in for this one."
"Alright, Sanji-kun!" Nami clapped her hands, her eyes twinkling with beri signs, "So Luffy, if I win this one, you'll give me all the money?"
Luffy was picking his nose at this point, "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." He threw in all his money for the last round.
Usopp immediately threw his hand down at that point, "I fold."
Brook laughed quietly, "I fold too."
Franky groaned at his hand, setting his cards down, "I fold. So UNSUPER!"
"EH?! Usopp, Brook, Franky come on it won't be fun like this!" Luffy whined, picking up his hand and staring at it.
Nami had a cheshire cat grin at her hand, beaming up as she threw in a few more coins.
Sanji picked up his pile with a blank look, chewing at the smoke's bud in his mouth. The three stared each other down.
Luffy put his cards down, "Uh... whatever this is!"
Usopp decided to help his friend, "Its a three-of-a-kind!"
Nami set her cards down with her grin growing, "Full house, I win!"
"I apologize Nami-san, I have a royal flush." Sanji muttered sheepish, a blush grazing his cheeks as he placed his cards over the other set down cards. Nami had a horrified expression as Sanji pulled the pile of cash towards him, "Everyone can take your money back. I'll be taking mine. Dinner's done!" Sanji snagged his own money before Usopp, Brook and Franky attacked the pile of beri before Nami could touch it. Zoro silently snickered at the ending of the poker match, looking smug that Nami hadn't won. Sanji would kick his ass later for that.
Robin chuckled at the scene of men fighting for their cash back, "Why did you join that round of all rounds, Cook-san?"
Sanji raised his hands, grinning a bit while his teeth chewed on his smoke, "I have the luck of a fox. That's why I stray away from poker and other games. They'd accuse me of cheating if I kept winning."
Nami had a shocked expression, "S-Sanji-kun...?!"
Sanji gave a impish smile at their navigator, "Hey, I would feel bad if they all lost their money."
The sun rised to show the dawn of a new day and for that breakfast was made. Pancakes, hash-browns, muffins, bacon, ham and juice were mainly served with extras such as milk, tea and cola. It was one of those mornings where Luffy was still waking up and breakfast wasn't as rowdy as it should have been. Sanji rested his head on the counter, rubbing his head for one of the kicks he delivered to a clone repeating its process of affecting him. Hopefully the doctor of theirs wouldn't make a bit fit of it.
Luckily even the sharp doctor wasn't in his zone as he devoured a muffin quickly before a rubbery hand could take it away. It looked to be like everyone wasn't at their best right now and Sanji had no idea why it was like that.
Right as breakfast ended everyone split up to do their usual daily activities ranging from fishing to working on projects. Sanji went onto washing the dishes as his clones prepped for lunch. Another clone decided to help with the drying and it was like clockwork that would usually take up two hours to end in thirty minutes. At that, Sanji pulled out the deck of cards and it became another cigarette poker match between six clones.
It got even worse when one of them suggested strip poker, that clone was promptly destroyed by a knife to the head by the original beginning to make snacks. Sanji was not going to deal with more smoke dispersing around the kitchen, it'd give off more suspicion to his little activities and he didn't want any of that thank you very much.
The game changed from poker to a game of war between two clones and a championship between the one that kept winning at poker and the one who won against the rest. It then changed from a card game to thumb wars then to arm wrestling and it didn't become pretty again when one of them suggested fighting one another. Sanji dispersed that clone too with a thrown knife and threatened the remaining four not to do dumb shit.
"I'll take the snacks out!" One chirped from the game of stacking (they stole his cups, the bastards) and was quick enough to snag the tray of snacks for the ladies and fled the room. The other three whined at that, though one of them was an asshole and destroyed the stacked cups.
"I'll do our laundry duty rather now than later," Another offered and left through the infirmary.
Sanji formed a hand sign, "I'm not having you two find excuses to run around. If those idiots get caught I know who to fry, too many won't work." The other clones protested but dispersed in a flurry of white smoke. The chef shrugged it off and began to work on making lunch.
A few minutes passed by and the snack clone walked in as he deposited the tray on the table, "They enjoyed it, as per usual. I even gave the captain of ours a bit of the third before letting the fishing trio fight over the bowl." The cloned let out a whine as he caught sight of his masterpiece destroyed, "Which clone did this?! The bastards, I'll kill them when they come back!"
Sanji formed a hand sign and that clone disappeared before he could start raging at the fact that the cups were knocked down. Another five minutes flew by before the other clone walked in with a yawn, "Laundry is hanging to dry. Anyway, should I pick up the cups?"
"Yeah, the first guy wants to murder the third one who did that." Sanji waved it off.
"Ah." The clone had put away the cups at that point and presented himself to Sanji, "Can I go now too?"
Sanji formed a hand sign and at that the final clone dispersed into smoke. It was at that moment that it was good timing too, for the door happened to open and the usual fishing trio ran towards the infirmary. They opened the door and closed it quickly while muttering (Luffy was trying to be quiet but it didn't work) something.
Zoro found himself walking in, giving a look at the chef, "They fished out something from the sea."
Sanji abandoned finishing up lunch in favor of starting a broth, "What is it?"
"A fox with nine tails, its fur is orange. Chopper says its a kit and its asking for naruto." Sanji once again abandoned the broth in favor of staring at the infirmary door with wide eyes.
"What...?"