One Piece: And The Original - Chapter 22

Sure Luffy does it for the meat, but a girls gonna need an army to feed, just one bag won’t be enough. And I don’t have Nami’s negotiation skills. I’ll take what I need, when I need it. I cross my fingers as I slowly approach the kitchen. I just want to eat quietly, what does I girl need to do to get them to shut up? Oh… never mind.

Let’s try something new. If it works it works, if not… Well I’m a little girl now, what can they do. I walk up to the door and look inside from behind the wall next to the opening. There sure are a lot of them. One, two, three, four, eight, twelve, fourteen, seventeen. The group stands close to each other as they are cheering on a big, stupid looking fella. Seemingly the loudmouth from before as he gives Sanji a hit on the head. Just when Sanji is raising his leg, the yelling dies down. Patting is standing at the side as Zeff walks up to Sanji and starts scolding him. They seem to be talking about his womanizing ways… As the scolding starts to escalate to a beating, I take a good look at the staff. I think the loudmouth and stupid looking fella was called Patty. The shortest one must be Carne. I look at the time as the fighting continues. This takes too long “Let’s pull a prank while we’re at it, can’t let go of such an opportunity”. I smile as i walk straight into the kitchen without minding the strange looks I’m getting. I grab a chair from the side of the wall and place it in the middle of the group of men that where shouting just a minute ago.

“This is no place for you, little customer. Please go back to the dining room” Patty says while giving his seemingly suppressed angry/polite smile and ruby his hands together. I smile back at him while saying. “But I still haven’t gotten any good food and… and don’t think about touching me with those dirt hands, so step away… right now” I look him into the eyes as his eyes turn slightly dull for a second as backs away a few steps, while getting wide eyes from the surroundings.

I climb up the chair and face Zeff and stare right into the eyes. “Give me your fines bowl of blood please” I smile as I look at him. My pupils slowly dilating and contracting. He seems to have frozen stiff for a second as his feet slowly begin to move. He grumbles and gets to work while saying “For a little brat you sure are annoying. Leave when you’re done eating”. As I put Zeff to work and let him prepare my food, I turn to face the staff. A smile creeps up my face as my lips move and their eyes turn dull. This will be useful and maybe a little bit fun! —————————————————————————————————————————

As we make our way towards the exit I stop and smile at Sanji. He looks up to me and smiles back while giving a bow, not remembering a thing I did. “I do hope you’ll take good care of my brother in the future. I know he will be a pain in the ȧss, but that’s your pain and not mine. So good luck with that” He looks at me with confused and inquiring eyes. “You’ll know it when you know it, trust me. And until then good luck” leaving those words I walk up to Aokiji, my favorite thing to pass the time as well as my next test subject. He yawns as we walk towards his bike. “You still didn’t sleep enough? How much sleep do you need?”.

“As long as I don’t have to work” He says sleepily as he slowly gets on his bike and motions me to hop on. I look one more time at the restaurant while smiling. I hope Sanji will have enough blackmailing material on Patty once we’re gone.

As our shadows slowly disappear on the horizon the clock hits four o’clock PM. The bell sounds and the eyes of the staff begin to follow a certain movement.

Standing in the hallway stands a tall and muscular Patty in a pink tutu and a pink shirt filled with frills and laces. He walks up to the dining area and makes a spin. All the while with his eyes closed. The movements he makes are graceful and looks practiced. How else can such a big man dance so effortlessly between the tables filled with customers, without crashing into something? One of the staff members was smart enough to order someone to film it with a den den mushi. Who else but our dear cursed chef with poor luck could have gotten the den den mushi. Almost as if he knew where to find it and when to grab it. This will be some good material indeed.. As Patty won’t be hitting him for some time until he regains his honor and pride as a chef once again.