Try It, You'll Like It | By : xforthedeaf Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda (not me) and I don't profit at all from writing things with his characters. |
Well, this is my first actual fanfic. If you enjoyed it and want me to continue, how about dropping a line (read: review this shit, please)?
"Hey, Sanji! What's that?"
"What does it look like?"
"Can I have some?"
The blonde pirate paused, hissing out a sigh between an ever-present cigarette. He would have launched a kick at the inquisitive captain's hollow head but he'd been hoping to keep his current project under wraps until its big reveal. "I'll tell you what--go and fish with Usopp or something, and don't talk about what I'm making--" "But I don't know what you're maki--" "And after dinner I'll make sure you get a huge piece. Got it?" Luffy's eyes widened, excited, with a hint of mischief and just a flash of something that almost made the smoking chef think the youth knew exactly what his plans were, and who they were concerning--which was impossible. "Got it."
Dessert wasn't always served on the Sunny, surprisingly. The ship's cook didn't consider it an integral part of a meal, and since he spent so much time and effort making the flavors of the entrée rich and deep he didn't want to erase them with anything sugary. Cakes, pies, and pastries were served as small snacks throughout the day as opposed to as thick slices at night. That was why whenever Sanji put down his own plate as his nakama were finishing up and went to the fridge, the galley's occupants knew it was a dessert night.
Just like the dinner it followed, dessert on the Strawhats' ship was enacted with a certain script:
The ladies were always served first. The navigator would smile widely and accept her piece with a sweet thank you, while the archaeologist would politely request just a tasting portion and eat it happily.
The captain didn't care what was being dished out as long as it was food (though he'd made some comments about how desserts should have more meat components--in fewer words).
The long-nosed sniper that sat beside him would most often start reciting something about how the recipe for that night's particular concoction was created while simultaneously eating and, more often than not, getting a swift kick for speaking with his mouth full.
The first mate on the other side would begrudgingly accept a piece and complain about how real men didn't eat sugar before picking up a fork and not noticing the miniscule smile that always crept onto his features.
The doctor was probably the most excited when a dessert night rolled around, even beating Luffy in terms of anticipation. Ever since the chef had forgone a traditional treat and placed bowls of spun sugar in front of them the reindeer was ticking off the days until it happened again.
Their musician ate anything put in front of him with a hearty laugh--anything. Sanji had to watch him just to make sure the cutlery was put back down safely.
The carpenter, despite his dependence on a sugary soft drink, was the least fond of dessert. Usually he'd wink and say that it smelled great but he was full, or something equally well-mannered. The cook would shrug and take the last piece for himself.
But tonight, the script had a different ending.
"Thank you, Sanji-kun!"
"Thank you, cook-san."
"Yosh! Dessert!"
"Ahh, chocolate cake. When was it first created? Does anyone know? Well, I do. I'll tell you now, too, if you want. It was four thousand years ago on the island of--Ack!"
"Cake? Geez.."
"Where's 'Ack,' Usopp? Is it near Sniper Island?"
"Yohohoho!"
"Ah! Thanks, bro! Looks good, but that stew really hit the spot!"
"Try it. You'll like it." The blonde chef set the plate down in front of the cyborg with a determined expression, the simple break in the cycle enough to draw everyone's (or mostly everyone's) attention.
A semi-surprised expression looked up from behind the blue-haired shipwright's shades. He was speechless, but eventually nodded and picked up the fork placed delicately above his plate.
"..Oh."
Thirteen eyes and two empty sockets were focused on the half-machine man, even the hyperactive captain silent and waiting for a more conclusive statement.
"Well, I'm not one for cake, but this..is..SUPAH!" The carpenter pumped a fist into the air, hair standing on end from the very first bite as a small chorus of cheers rang out from the youngest members of the crew.
"Sanji's cake's the best! Even Franky likes it!" Chopper was agreeing wholeheartedly with his captain, and even Usopp, who had gone back to nursing a lump on the head after his sudden whoop, relinquished a nod.
"Oh, did you put cola in it, cook-san?"
"That's right, Robin-chan! I was sure you’d be able to figure it out. You're so intelligent!"
"You can do pretty much anything in cooking, y'know."
The cyborg grunted a quiet reply, setting an umpteenth dish on the counter, hand-dried. He'd been the last one to finish eating, mostly because he'd gone back to the cake for seconds and thirds, and had thus inadvertently volunteered himself for dish duty. "..S'pretty cool." "I guess." The chef handed over the last wet piece of flatware, stepping away from the sink and cracking his spine with a limber back-bend. He flicked an ash from the end of his smoke, took a final drag, and brushed it out on the side of the table as he made his exit.
"Hey. Happy birthday, Franky."
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo