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This was the last time Sanji ever bought a tie in his life.
After all, being halfway tackled to the floor by an overgrown hairball with a beard and top hat wasn’t fun… not to mention that added humiliated of the other man in the room staring at him with something akin to wonder. It was as if they hadn’t seen a human being in their lives.
But then again, noting one’s block nose and the other’s leopard tail, that probably could have passed for the truth.
But really, to think that a day that started out as normally as it had could end with the blonde on his hands and knees under one man while another watched. Interesting development.
The day had started like any other… well, if you didn’t count the Merry Go almost getting hit by a sea train and the awe of Water 7… and Sanji had been content to smoke in that alley, waiting for someone to come and explain just where Robin and that big guy had gone too. However, as he sat, staring skyward, the first of a chain of events that would later cost him his sanity, started to unfold.
A cigarette was between his lips, staining his mouth with the taste of nicotine and the calming bitterness of the smoke that was escaping his mouth with every exhale. His arms were thrown lazily over his legs which were bent as he leaned against the wall behind him. A shadow passed over him, shielding Sanji from the warming glare of the sun for just a second, but that was all he needed to tilt his head back and take in the figure of the man flying above him.
Flying…
First people were disappearing, and now they were flying…
“Usopp?” he asked himself, taking the cigarette from between his lips and tilting his head to the side. Sure enough, that man had a long nose… but since it was square...
He shook his head, pushing himself to his feet and scooping up the shopping bags he was carrying. As the ship’s chef, he had a job to do, and since no one else felt inclined to shop for food, Sanji had to.
The streets of Water 7 took him past many stands, most of which he only stopped at to compare vegetables and fish at before moving on. He wasn’t one to stop for frivolous things for himself. Nami-san and Robin-chan, however, deserved something nice, so when he stopped in at a clothing shop, he just couldn’t help but glance at the tie rack, and once he glanced at the tie rack then he just had to go over and try on that red silk tie that they had there.
That was mistake number one.
As Sanji slowly pulled it off the rack, running his fingers over it, he looked up, suddenly noticing a man with a pigeon on his shoulder watching him intently. He raised an eyebrow and quirked a half-smile at the strange man.
That was mistake number two.
He turned his back on the man to face the mirror, shrugging off his jacket and slipping off his tie before fastening the red one around his neck with quick, agile fingers that had done the action so much it was almost habitual.
Those were mistakes numbers three and four.
As he smiled at his reflection, fiddling with the tie, he suddenly noticed a presence hovering near his shoulder. As he looked up at the reflection in the mirror, he only caught the slightest glimpse of a long nose and a hat before the person grabbed the back of his shirt collar and started dragging him out of the store, leaving his shopping bags and coat on the floor by the mirror. The man pulling him out said something to the store-keeper that sounded suspiciously like ‘He’ll be back to pay for it’ to which the storekeeper just gave a wary grin before waving goodbye as Sanji tried to sputter out something around the squeeze of the tie and his collar around his neck. Finally, after being dragged for a while, Sanji regained control of his flailing legs and pushed up, ripping his collar from the grip of his assailant before he flipped over him, landing on the pavement literally seething.
“What the hell?” he grit out, shoulders raised and fists clenched angrily. He noticed the man in front of him sigh slightly as he looked past Sanji, but the blonde was too angry to care what the not-Usopp-flying-through-the-sky guy had to say.
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Date: 2007-05-20 12:46 am (UTC)This was the last time Sanji ever bought a tie in his life.
After all, being halfway tackled to the floor by an overgrown hairball with a beard and top hat wasn’t fun… not to mention that added humiliated of the other man in the room staring at him with something akin to wonder. It was as if they hadn’t seen a human being in their lives.
But then again, noting one’s block nose and the other’s leopard tail, that probably could have passed for the truth.
But really, to think that a day that started out as normally as it had could end with the blonde on his hands and knees under one man while another watched. Interesting development.
The day had started like any other… well, if you didn’t count the Merry Go almost getting hit by a sea train and the awe of Water 7… and Sanji had been content to smoke in that alley, waiting for someone to come and explain just where Robin and that big guy had gone too. However, as he sat, staring skyward, the first of a chain of events that would later cost him his sanity, started to unfold.
A cigarette was between his lips, staining his mouth with the taste of nicotine and the calming bitterness of the smoke that was escaping his mouth with every exhale. His arms were thrown lazily over his legs which were bent as he leaned against the wall behind him. A shadow passed over him, shielding Sanji from the warming glare of the sun for just a second, but that was all he needed to tilt his head back and take in the figure of the man flying above him.
Flying…
First people were disappearing, and now they were flying…
“Usopp?” he asked himself, taking the cigarette from between his lips and tilting his head to the side. Sure enough, that man had a long nose… but since it was square...
He shook his head, pushing himself to his feet and scooping up the shopping bags he was carrying. As the ship’s chef, he had a job to do, and since no one else felt inclined to shop for food, Sanji had to.
The streets of Water 7 took him past many stands, most of which he only stopped at to compare vegetables and fish at before moving on. He wasn’t one to stop for frivolous things for himself. Nami-san and Robin-chan, however, deserved something nice, so when he stopped in at a clothing shop, he just couldn’t help but glance at the tie rack, and once he glanced at the tie rack then he just had to go over and try on that red silk tie that they had there.
That was mistake number one.
As Sanji slowly pulled it off the rack, running his fingers over it, he looked up, suddenly noticing a man with a pigeon on his shoulder watching him intently. He raised an eyebrow and quirked a half-smile at the strange man.
That was mistake number two.
He turned his back on the man to face the mirror, shrugging off his jacket and slipping off his tie before fastening the red one around his neck with quick, agile fingers that had done the action so much it was almost habitual.
Those were mistakes numbers three and four.
As he smiled at his reflection, fiddling with the tie, he suddenly noticed a presence hovering near his shoulder. As he looked up at the reflection in the mirror, he only caught the slightest glimpse of a long nose and a hat before the person grabbed the back of his shirt collar and started dragging him out of the store, leaving his shopping bags and coat on the floor by the mirror. The man pulling him out said something to the store-keeper that sounded suspiciously like ‘He’ll be back to pay for it’ to which the storekeeper just gave a wary grin before waving goodbye as Sanji tried to sputter out something around the squeeze of the tie and his collar around his neck. Finally, after being dragged for a while, Sanji regained control of his flailing legs and pushed up, ripping his collar from the grip of his assailant before he flipped over him, landing on the pavement literally seething.
“What the hell?” he grit out, shoulders raised and fists clenched angrily. He noticed the man in front of him sigh slightly as he looked past Sanji, but the blonde was too angry to care what the not-Usopp-flying-through-the-sky guy had to say.
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Continuing in another post! ^^