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The Chef's Princess	By : Lady_Kae Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 9739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Writer's block is a bitch. It has taken me far too long to update this story for all of you. I hope you enjoy the new chapter, and I can't wait to get back into this one once more. This was only slightly AU before Sanji's familial history came out, and now it is in FULL A/U mode now. Nonetheless, slowly but surely working my way out of the funk that hit me, and I can't wait to get into the swing of things again!
~Kae

The Chef's Princess
Chapter 7: Seeking and Finding
A One Piece Fanfiction

Jairo settled the box heavily against the counter as he came back around by the forge. Dare he actually tell him after this long? What of the other news he had for the twins?
Neither of them knew that...
" Gramps!" Dean called out at the top of his lungs. He had been trying to get the old man's attention for nearly five minutes. What in the blue hell had been on the old man's mind?!
Jairo sighed heavily and he shook his head. " I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to be so sidetracked. The young woman you told me of came to drop this off." He said wearily. How was he going to explain all of this? Jairo suddenly felt much older than his ninety three years. Normally he didn't feel even half his age, but the weight that had been laid upon Jairo's shoulders was a heavy one. Damn you Percy...he thought miserably.
Dean cleaned his hands as he came over to the table and he lifted the lid to the box. His blue eyes went wide in shock even as his heart started hammering all the harder in his chest. He knew this blade, most importantly who it belonged to. " I can't believe it..." he whispered, though he was still stunned at the revelation crashing over him.
It couldn't be possible, could it?
" Gramps..." Dean began, though his voice was wavering between nervousness and disbelief. "...This can't be Cygnus. Please tell me that's not Cygnus..."
Jairo sighed heavily even as he lit his pipe again. " We've got a lot to talk about and not all of it is going to be easy." Jairo whispered. His eyes narrowed a little on the young man that resembled his father so much and he waved a hand to the bench. So much for keeping his focus where it needed to be for him. Not only that, the boy looked as if he were already almost done as it stood. There was only one more sliver to reattach and then all it needed was a good sharpening and polish. " You may as well sit down..."
" I'm not going to like this, am I?" Dean asked warily even as he took his seat.
Jairo shrugged in answer. There really was no telling just how well he would take the news.
There was only one way to find out.

Tamara felt a chill run the length of her spine and she shivered nigh instantly when it did. Something wasn't right, the wood had suddenly gotten too quiet. " Sanji?" She questioned nervously. This was the kind of calm that normally preceded an ambush.
The man at her side barely nodded in answer. " I noticed it too. They won't attack right now. They don't have everything they want in place yet. That much I can tell." He whispered in reply. Sanji's bright blue eyes scanned the surrounding area and he exhaled a bit more forcefully than he would have liked. It gave away that he was feeling apprehensive as well.
Tamara looked back up the hill towards the smithy. She couldn’t help but feel worried for both Dean and Jairo. They were a far ways off from the town proper and anything could happen to them without anyone knowing. She worried her bottom lip a little even as she felt Sanji press her forward.
“ Don’t worry about those two, Mara.” Sanji said with a slight grin on his face. He could tell what was on her mind easily enough. “ Anyone that can make weapons that beautiful has the skill to use them. Both Dean and the old man will be fine.”
Tamara sighed heavily even as she shook her head. “ I don’t like this, Sanji.” she whispered. “ I can’t help but feel that I’m being tailed all over again and that those two are going to be innocent bystanders in all this.”
Sanji shook his head and he rubbed her back consolingly. “ Then we’ll know for certain in three days then, won’t we?” he murmured as he took a long drag off of his cigarette.

Three days...
Tamara paced wildly in her craft room. She had to wait three days to know what was going on. There were men watching the smithies, and she didn't like it.
" Calm down, Mara. There's not much else we can do." Sanji sighed as settled his hands on her shoulders. What he really needed was a cigarette, but Tamara wasn't about to let him smoke in here. The smell would get caught in the fabric, and that was only one item on the lists of reasons why.
" I can't calm down that easily, Sanji! I don't..." Tamara began, shouldering her way out of his gentle grasp.
" You think I like it any better?! That old man is the only lead you have to your brother!" Sanji snapped back, completely interrupting her. He took a deep, calming breath and Sanji allowed his head to fall into his hands as he sat heavier than Luffy sinking in the ocean. " I'm sorry Mara..." he began, his voice thick with regret. He didn't like raising his voice to a lady. He was a gentleman after all. " Can we take this out to the deck?"
Tamara was caught off guard by the tone in Sanji's voice. The desperation that was there was all but palpable. He was feeding off of her stress and he wasn't allowed to smoke down here as he could the rest of the ship. Not only was her craft room a smoke free zone, but Usopp's and Franky's labs also had highly flammable materials as well. No smoking in the belly of the Thousand Sunny was a very strictly enforced rule on the ship. What they needed was a way for both of them to get their minds off of all this for now. A slow smile split her face as she lifted his chin, an idea having come to mind. " I'll do you one better. Why don't we head back to town? This way we can have that date you've been wanting to take me on."
They hadn't gone on their date, as Tamara had all but sped them back to the Sunny after they had left Jairo's forge. She honestly owed it to him, as he had been asking her for days.
Sanji leaned in to give Tamara a slow, loving kiss as he gave her a half hearted grin. " Sounds good." He replied sweetly. " We'll stop at the kitchen and I'll pack us a picnic lunch."
" Not me. I'm going to our room to grab our bathing suits." Tamara purred promisingly in his ear.
Sanji's face flushed even as perverse thoughts began flying through his head. Damn she had him, hook, line, and sinker. He immediately followed Tamara from the craft room towards their bedroom. Their date was going to have to wait for a little bit.

Tamara sighed happily as she leaned into Sanji. For as stressed as she had been earlier, she was feeling really damn good now. Sanji had brought a bottle of wine with them, along with cheeses and other little finger foods for them to snack on as they sat and watched the sunset. Tamara nuzzled his neck lovingly as he blew out a plume of smoke, sending it snaking upwards in entrancing, wispy tendrils. " This has been a wonderful date." she whispered contentedly.
Sanji smiled as he pressed a sweet kiss to her temple. " I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mara. It turned out better than I thought it would." he admitted.
Tamara couldn't contain the chuckle that bubbled forth. " It's your own fault that you're a perv, Sanji." she chortled. " I wasn't even actively trying to put your mind back into the gutter."
Sanji laughed, his rich chuckles a soothing balm to her. His happiness was something Tamara cherished above all else. " That's my secret, Mara. My mind is always in the gutter." he purred against her ear.
Tamara rolled her eyes even as she shoved him a little with her shoulder. " You totally ripped that off of the movie we just watched." she snorted derisively. She couldn't help but chuckle as Sanji shrugged it off, as if to say 'So what?', and he put his cigarette out.
" I miss Romoria in all honesty." Sanji whispered, changing the topic. " You think Mr. Harrod's doing alright?"
Tamara nodded even as she sighed a little wistfully. She missed the little port town herself. She had lived there for nearly five years after all. " That old codger is tougher than he looks. He's former navy." she sighed out.
Sanji's brow furrowed. " Then why was he so supportive of you joining a pirate crew then?"
Tamara smiled ruefully. " He knew that you guys are genuinely good guys. He also knows that not all those who are in the navy are good either. We all walk a fine line with our morals. Mr. Harrod would rather see me happy and with a good crew than with some rear admiral douche bag." she replied with a slight grimace. Tamara seriously held no love for the navy and its soldiers after what happened to her in the aftermath of Magnus' coup de tat. A wistful sigh escaped her again as she thought of the man who had saved her life five years ago. " I wonder if I'll ever see Bon Clay again." She pondered aloud, her gaze watching the light refract beautifully off of the waves as the sun sank lower and lower on the horizon.
Sanji stiffened at the name of the former member of Baroque Works. " How do you know Bon Clay?!" he asked, turning Tamara to him by her shoulders.
Tamara's brow quirked in curiosity. " How do you know Bon Clay?" she mimicked. He knew the crossdressing master of disguise? Now this she had to hear.
" That's not fair Mara, I asked you first." Sanji retorted, his brow furrowed a bit. Tamara's perfectly arched eyebrow was still skyward in her wonderment, her blue gaze settled on him in a laughing manner. Good lord, he could see the amusement shining there. He rolled his eyes as she stayed silent. Tamara wasn't obviously going to tell him until he answered her. " Fine. I fought him back in Alabasta."
" He's that marine that helped me and took me to the Kamabakka Kingdom to help me heal. Don't you remember me telling you guys about what happened after I left Baratie?" Tamara asked him, her voice clearly mirthful. Her bottom lip trembled as she fought to rein in the peels of laughter that were trying to break through. This was rich! Sanji had met her rescuer?!
Sanji grimaced openly at the mention of the queer kingdom. Oh lord. She had been there? Well, at least she had been safe from any advances. All the men there had girlish hearts. " I instinctively tune out anything related to the two years I spent in hell." he grumbled.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back for Tamara. Rich laughter echoed in the evening air, and Sanji groaned openly. " You spent two years there?!" she guffawed, rolling on her back all the while. Her sides were already starting to hurt from laughing so hard so soon. "` How did they not get you into a dress?!"
Sanji's nostrils flared. " I fought like hell to keep that shitty dress off of me!" he retorted. " I made a deal with Ivankoff, two deals really. The first was that I had to fight to keep myself out of...that..." Sanji couldn't help the growl that left him even as he thought of how those queers had managed to get him into a dress and heels willingly. If he had his way, Tamara would never know that little tidbit. Not even the rest of the crew knew about that. " And the second was to defeat all ninety nine grandmasters of the newkama kenpo technique to secure their special recipes." This last part he said with a touch of pride and Sanji gave Tamara a cheeky grin. " Needless to say, I won every single one of them."
Tamara's blue eyes went wide in shock and realization. " I knew it! You were using the hormone recipes to help boost your healing rate!" she exclaimed. This wasn't fair! They hadn't offered her a chance at those recipes! Then again, it was probably for the best that she hadn't. Tamara's wounds had been just shy of fatal after all and it took her a long time to heal after such extensive trauma. It had taken a little over two months to even move without pain, even with them feeding her the restorative recipes.
It was said that the newkama had no qualms in sharing their food after all, but actually giving someone the recipes was an entirely different matter. Her beloved was one hell of a lucky bastard!
Sanji smirked even as he pulled Tamara in even closer. " And I did that because of you, you realize."
Tamara chuckled even as she shook her head. " You did it because you didn't want to wait so long to get me between the sheets." she purred in retort. She hummed happily as Sanji's lips settled over her own, and she felt her head go light as he slowly amped up the passion he was feeding into her. Her tongue curled around his, she couldn't even remember when he had deepened the kiss, but damn if it wasn't heaven! She settled against the blanket they were sitting on, pulling him down with her as Tamara wasn't too keen on letting this end.
Sanji chuckled sensually as he pulled away from her and he petted her hair affectionately. " I certainly hear no complaints from the peanut gallery either." he whispered.
Tamara laughed softly at that, shaking her head all the while. " You're right, because I'm just happy that you're alive after all that." She kissed him quickly this time and Sanji gently drew her back into a sitting position so that she didn't get dizzy. Her hands caressed his torso as she was drawn into his lap and Tamara sighed happily as she got comfortable in Sanji’s embrace. “ You know, three days doesn’t seem so long now…”
Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle a little even as Tamara’s head settled under his chin. He loved that she fit against him so easily. “ I don’t want to wait so long either, but we still have to wait until the pose has logged the island.” Sanji murmured in reply. Sanji didn’t want to admit it, but he was ready to get on the search for her brother. He had hoped that the old man would have given them the information that they had needed about Aden then, but Jairo had been less than forthcoming.
Nonetheless, Sanji would not allow the Sunny to leave port until Jairo had given them the information Tamara needed. It was time for her to finally meet her brother face to face.

Dean shook his head in disbelief as the door shut behind him. The last seven years, and Jairo had not been allowed to say anything until now. There were a few things he could take solace in in all of this.
A small tear graced his cheek even as he smiled in utter relief.
She was alive. And she was here...
Dean looked into the mirror above his dresser, and he took a steadying breath. How had he not realized the similarities between them sooner? They had the same eyes, almost the same hair, and their noses?
At least that trait they had inherited from their mother.
Dean couldn't believe it was her. After all this time, she had been at this very forge, and both of them had been nothing short of oblivious as to who the other was. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that they weren't cousins, but brother and sister. It made more sense than he wanted to admit.
Jessa had refused to bear Magnus an heir after all.
Dean mentally smacked himself. He had known early on that he had been adopted, but Jessa had never said a word as to who his parents were. Then again, Magnus was a slimeball who had managed to find out anything and everything.
Even then, he hadn't realized the depravities his foster father had been capable of, and it chilled Dean to his core.
Another thing he could take solace in was that Jessa, Marion, and a few others of the royal family had managed to survive one way or another. The line wasn't decimated as it had been publicized and they had been waiting in the shadows all this time for Tamara to find him. They would begin what was to be the last stage in the fight for their country.
At least no one could claim now that the Leonias clan was weak willed. It had taken all their strength to survive.
" Aden?" Jairo called out through the door, startling the young man from his reverie. " Rest up. We have a lot of work to do over the next few days. You're going to have to leave with them after all. And we need to make sure we clear the wood of any scouts before I take you to Penkodashi Village. There’s someone else here on the island that both of you need to see before you lot set out."
" I will Gramps. As for the scouts, I'll go into town tonight or tomorrow and see if we can't recruit Tamara and the crew she's on. It wouldn't hurt to have back up in this particular endeavor." Dean replied, though his voice was thick and his mouth felt numb as he tried to speak. It was nothing short of surreal to hear the old man call him by his true name after almost a decade. " It's gonna take a long while to get used to that again." He murmured to himself.
Good lord, these next few days were not going to be over soon enough.

Tamara laughed brightly as Robin and Nami bickered a little on what traits made for a good bed partner. While it wasn't known to others, the raven haired beauty found a bed partner in Franky of all people.
" Seriously Robin!" Nami gesticulated wildly, sloshing her beer a little as her arms waved in wild windmills for emphasis. " Usopp or Luffy I could understand, but Franky? He's mostly metal and he's huge! What makes him such a great lay?"
Robin winked coyly over her own beer as she leaned over the table. " He's got a vibrate setting." She purred knowingly.
Tamara snorted hard even as she took a gulp of her own beverage, sending alcohol through her nostrils in a rather impressive spray before she collapsed to the floor in raucous, pain filled laughter.
" Vibrate..." Nami began, though her face was quickly growing redder than her hair."...setting?!" She squeaked out the last word and she covered her face quickly. " Oh god! He's worse than Sanji!"
" Not..." Tamara wheezed as she tried to climb back into her seat. One look at Nami as she cleared the edge of the table foiled her drunken attempt as she slid back down in riotous guffaws. " Oh god! Your face is priceless!" She cried humorously as she held her ribs tight. Tamara was afraid she was going to crack a few from how hard she was laughing. At least she wasn't alone in her mirth. Robin had tears streaming down her own cheeks as well.
" At least I didn't spray beer out of my nose!" Nami retorted hotly.
" You asked!" Tamara gasped, still laughing at her friend's expense. Oh lord! Nami had turned redder than her hair and it wasn't restricted to her face! It was a full on body flush! She grasped her chair again, trying to pull herself back into it. She finally felt her laughter settle to giggle as she took a tentative sip of her ale. " You should know by now that the gloves are off whenever the three of us are drinking."
Nami groaned even as her head hit the table with a loud thunk. Tamara was right. Robin had only answered her question after all. " You were saying?" She needed to switch the topic to Sanji in some way. When Tamara looked at her blankly, she expounded. " You were going to say why Franky wasn't worse than Sanji."
Tamara nodded in understanding even as she took a deeper drink from her beverage. " There is no way Franky is worse than Sanji. You guys have no clue what's in his 'goody bag', and let me tell you...There's some kinky, kinky shit in there! Padded cuffs! Silk ropes, a paddle and riding crop, some..." Tamara couldn't help but blush as she thought of some of the dildos Sanji had in there. He had used one or two of them on her at one point or another while pleasuring her. " That's just for starters." She ended meekly, flushing brightly herself.
" What other kind of kinky stuff? Anything you can recommend for Zoro and I?" Nami teased, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. It was fun to hear what kind of toys the other couple indulged themselves in, with Tamara's slight embarrassment being the biggest clincher of course.
Tamara smirked devilishly even as she thought of something. " Well, Sanji picked up this rather unique cockring the other day and we haven't had a chance to test it yet. But, it would allow him to give me double the pleasure without the guilt of pulling in a third party if you catch my drift." Tamara purred, smirking herself as even Robin blushed a little at the thought of such a naughty toy. " And like Franky, it also has a vibrate setting."

Sanji turned towards the lift even as he heard raucous cackles echo up from the aquarium bar below. The ladies were drinking and making a girl's night of it, considering that their last few attempts had been foiled. " What in the world are those three talking about?" He murmured pensively. Sanji couldn't deny he was curious, but he wasn't about to invade their time together. It was important to let them have their special friendship after all. Tamara didn't have any other women she could readily turn to for anything. It was also healthy for them to spend time apart in such a way. They couldn't spend every waking moment together after all, no matter how in love they were.
Their bubbly laughter continued to carry up into the galley as he finished the preparations for tomorrow and Sanji couldn’t help but smile and giggle himself when Tamara’s shrill cackle dominated the sounds for a moment. Maybe he could find out just what had the three of them in conniptions after he got Tamara to bed. He could certainly use a laugh.

Tamara was still giggling madly after she made it back into her room. Her tipsiness was starting to wear off, but she couldn’t help but remain mirthful. Nami’s face had been utterly priceless once Robin had made her revelation as to whom she was knocking boots with. If the raven haired woman was happy, then more power to her. It didn’t hurt matters that the two of them were close in age and while not as old as Brook, they were still almost a decade older than the rest of the crew. It was a fairly good fit. Not only that, but Franky was probably loving the perks to their more intimate liaisons as well.
Robin could multiply any part of her body after all.
Sanji was sitting up against the headboard, reading a cookbook by the looks of it, when she looked over to him and she smiled softly. It wasn’t often that she had a chance to speak as openly with the other women; considering that the crew was two thirds men, and it was cathartic to say the least. Nami and Robin had demanded to know just how kinky her fiance was, and Tamara took smug satisfaction in telling them just what she was treated to behind closed doors.
Her fingers began loosening the buttons on her blouse before she had even realized it, and Tamara silently made her way to the bed, quietly stripping the entire way. She couldn’t stop the small laugh that bubbled forth when Sanji jumped when the foot of the bed dipped with her weight, as he was more than likely expecting her to gather her things for a bath or shower first before immediately coming to bed.
Going to bed was the last thing on Tamara’s mind at the moment. It had been ever since she had told Nami and Robin about that new toy Sanji had purchased from the red light district the other day. She was curious now, and like she had told the others, it was double the fun without the guilt of cheating.
Not only that, Sanji hadn’t claimed her that way either. How would it feel for him to do that? How would he make her feel? Would Sanji take his time easing her into it, or would he…
No, Sanji would never do that to her. He wouldn’t hurt her for his own gains.
“ Mara?” Sanji questioned, his tone wary and inquisitive at the same time. She had an unmistakable gleam in her eyes and he placed a marker in his book, only to set it down on the nightstand.
Tamara gave him a sultry smile even as she crawled into his lap and her lips closed over his as her legs settled on either of his hips. Sanji groaned into her mouth the minute she did, and he went from flaccid to hard in record time under her. She rolled her hips against his invitingly, and Sanji rolled with her.
“ Got’cha…” he whispered in understanding against her lips when Tamara broke away to breathe. He turned her over, pinning her to the bed as he stretched out over her, and Sanji purred in the back of his throat as Tamara’s fingers tangled in his hair. Her nails lightly raked his scalp and his nostrils flared a little at the lightning she sent coursing through him at such a simple touch. “ I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what caused this mood?”
“ Girl talk.” Tamara purred, only to give a high pitched cry as Sanji expertly rolled her nipple between his fingers. “ More specifically a certain something you purchased yesterday…” She couldn’t keep herself from moaning as his lips pressed reverent kisses against her neck. Everywhere he touched her ignited.
Sanji’s movements paused at the mention of the latest addition to his goody bag. He was trying to save that particular toy for somewhere down the line, when Tamara was more comfortable with not just him, but herself. “ You’re sure about that?” he questioned. She was slightly inebriated after all, and he wouldn’t take advantage of her that way.
Tamara pulled Sanji down to her, claiming his mouth heatedly and entwining her tongue with his. “ I’m not that drunk, darling.” she purred, savoring the glow that was now in his eyes. Good lord above, Sanji really was such a damn fine specimen of a man. His body was perfect, his hands nothing short of gentle and smooth despite the callouses and burns on them. She was the luckiest woman on the planet to be able to feel his touch, his caress.
Sanji groaned in appreciation as his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue and teeth both teasing and worrying the pebbled flesh in alternating increments. “ We’re making a night of this then?”
“ Neither of us have watch tonight…” she moaned provocatively. Tamara’s sultry tone was really shooting right down to Sanji’s cock, making him twitch every time she spoke.
“ Then your wish is my command, my princess…” Sanji purred in return. He pulled away from her body for only a moment, long enough to reach under the bed. In a flash, his goody bag was on the nightstand and Sanji chuckled at the sight of the warmth that had filled Tamara’s eyes. “ No worries, Mara. It’ll be your pick as usual.”
Tamara sat up as she pulled the bag over to her. There was something be to be said for adapting to some of Sanji’s kinks, the biggest one being the way he liked to restrain and blindfold her. Maybe they would do that again tonight…
Sanji could barely contain his excitement as he watched Tamara pull out everything she wanted to use tonight. The unique cockring was the first to come out, along with lube and a suppository that she would need to use before they started in on their fun. Next, out came the padded cuffs followed by the blindfold.
“ Are you sure?” Sanji asked carefully. Oh damn, this was going to be fun tonight!
Tamara thought for a moment before shaking her head. She reached back in and after a few moments she had found what she was looking for. This made Sanji blush just a bit. It was a strap on harness and one of the dildos that went with it. “ Now I’m sure.” she purred as she slinked over to where her lover was seated.
Sanji looked over everything and he smiled. Well, there was no time like the present then. He schooled his features a bit as Tamara got to her feet. “ I suggest you get yourself ready while I get this set up.” Sanji ordered, his voice sensually deep and authoritative. Tamara couldn’t explain why, but she loved to hear him like that.
This time wasn’t any different.
It took them all of ten minutes to get everything ready.
Tamara sat on the bed, patiently waiting, though her temperature was rising the more she looked at the items she had chosen for their play. Without warning, Sanji slipped the blindfold over her eyes as his lips latched onto her neck from behind. Tamara gasped at the sensation it imparted and she moaned wantonly as Sanji’s fingers began to ghost over her skin.
" Lay down slowly please, Mara..." he whispered, his voice nothing short of sinful as Sanji nuzzled her neck a moment. " You know I love being able to look at that beautiful body of yours.” He helped her stretch out over the mattress, and Sanji gently lifted both arms over her head. Her breasts were thrust upwards toward him, and Sanji’s eyes glittered desirously at the sight. “ You’re perfect in every single way, you know that?” One finger barely caressed one of the melon shaped mounds and it ghosted over a puckered nipple, drawing a gasp of delight from his lover. It turned into a wanton moan when he gently pinched it, sending pleasurable sparks through her body. His other hand set to work on attaching the padded cuffs to Tamara’s wrists, and Sanji licked his lips in anticipation.
There was no doubt in his mind that things were about to get all the more spicey tonight.
No sooner than was Sanji getting ready to hook the cuffs up to their strap, a hurried knock echoed through the room, along with the jostle of the doorknob.
Thank god they had thought to lock it.
“ Don’t you fucking dare come in this room!” Tamara demanded, her voice becoming irate. “ What do you want?”
“ Tam, the young man from the forge is here asking to talk to you. He looks like he’s in a rush to be honest.” Came Zoro’s voice.
Sanji couldn’t help but scowl at the closed door. Even if he didn’t know what was going on behind the door, that stupid moss headed swordsman was making his life hell as always. Well, at least Sanji could take a little solace in the fact that Tamara was just as pissed that they were being interrupted.
“ I’ll be up in about five minutes.” Tamara growled. She could already feel Sanji releasing the bonds on her wrists and she pushed the blindfold up over her brow once her hands were free. “ What is up with us getting cockblocked at every turn nowadays?!”
Sanji chuckled, though he shared the sentiment completely. “ I don’t know Mara. Let’s see what this guy’s after. If it’s a night out with you, he can forget it. He’ll have to get through me first.” Sanji drawled out, his brow furrowed in pre-emptive agitation. He didn’t like the idea of another man calling on his princess, especially not at this hour of the evening. “ C’mon hon, let’s get dressed again and see what the fuss is about.”

Zoro was eyeing Aden warily as the smith ran a whetstone down the blade in his hand. “ Is that the claymore you were working on the other day?” he asked blandly.
Aden shook his head with a small smile. He had finished reforging the blade earlier after everything had sunk in and it looked as beautiful as it had when it had sat on the hip of the monarch of Denebra. The blade was Orion, the Celestial Warrior, and Aden couldn’t help but swell with pride for a job well done. “ Nah, this is the project I was working on when Tamara came by to talk to Gramps earlier. He got back a day early, much to my surprise. In fact, he’s currently repairing her blade as we speak. It’ll only take him a couple days tops if I know him well enough.” he replied. Despite the fact that he was here to recruit the crew into helping him clear all the spies from the wood surrounding the shop had him feeling apprehensive, Aden was feeling very optimistic. Deeming it as sharp as it was going to get, Aden sheathed the blade at his hip again. Most of the crew had warned him that the two might be in a foul mood from being interrupted, and he wasn't going to chance them mistaking his blade being out as an attack.
It was a slim possibility, but one Aden wanted to avoid at all costs. Besides, he was sure that attacking would be the last thing on Tamara's mind once she recognized one of the sibling blades to her own. They held two out of the ten Stellar Blades, a set unique to the royal line of Denebra.
“ Sanji, calm down. I already told Dean we’re getting married. He’s not here to try to woo me away from you.” hissed Tamara under her breath as she and Sanji exited out from the crew’s quarters. She smiled kindly as her gaze met Aden’s and he returned it brightly. “ You finished your wor…” She stopped short when she saw the blade sitting on his hip. “ Oh god…” Her gaze kept flitting between his face and the expertly repaired sword.
Sanji’s brow furrowed a little at Tamara’s sudden shift in mood. “ Mara? What’s going on?” he asked her softly. He grew even more alarmed when tears filled her eyes. Sanji was just about to round on Aden when Tamara began walking toward him. Confusion floored him when she cupped the other man’s cheeks gently before pulling him into a tight hug. One that was returned just as fiercly. Sanji would have broken them up, but he could see how emotional this was. This wasn’t a romantic rekindling between these two. He could feel it ran much deeper than that.
“ You mean to tell me that we spent the better part of the day together without recognizing one another?” she laughed tearfully, cupping Aden’s cheeks again before wiping the tears from them. “ God...You look just like dad when he was younger...I can’t believe I didn’t recognize the nose or eyes until now…”
“ Jairo always tells me that I favored mom more…” Aden admitted. He shook his head in disbelief. “ I keep asking myself how I didn’t see it either, but that’s neither here nor there now, Tammy.”
Tamara nodded. Aden had been the only one in her life that had ever been allowed to call her that. She turned to Sanji after a moment, then her gaze turned to the rest of the confused crew as she held one hand up as if presenting him. In a way she was, now that she thought on it. Zoro had met him under his alias Dean the other day, and she had never had a picture to reference him from for Sanji’s sake when they had been growing up together. The only other mention Aden had gotten from her was when she had filled in the rest of the crew on the contents of her parents last letter.
“ Everyone, this is Aden, my twin brother.”
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