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sanji_is_a_slut and figured I might as well post it here too. Not my usual pairing (well Sanji is there so it's all good ^^;) but I kinda like it.

Just a really rough sketch, but it's like that for a reason. I'll only fix it up and complete it (which means as good as I can do, not quickly coloured sketches and stuff)if someone writes something based off of it.

So, anyone up to that challenge?

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The sketch is pretty bad isn't it? Ah well, I just needed to get the image out of my head.

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From:

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@.@ I finally managed to find enough plot-bunnies to make a semi-decent story for you!

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! ^^

From:

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And here's the continuation!

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That was his sixth and final mistake of the day, for only a split second after he opened his mouth to yell at the man who had dragged him from the store, was he hit from behind by a large object, only missing diving face-first into the pavement by his splayed hands and the strong arm suddenly around his waist. Sanji blinked at the ground for a second, biting down on the dying cigarette still clenched between his lips, before slowly turning his head, feeling the now familiar pressure of his tie being pulled against his neck.

As he turned, brow furrowed and his mouth set in an angry line, he found himself face to face with a man in a top-hat with Sanji’s ‘new’ tie between his teeth. It took only a moment to recognize the man staring at him in the store, and Sanji opened his mouth to yell once again, only to have his throat suddenly close off when he saw the leopard tail lashing back and forth, the tip curled up like a cat playing with a cat-toy. Suddenly, he realized that was just what he was, a cat-toy.

There was the sound of feet shifting on gravel, and Sanji saw the not-Usopp guy crouch down out of the corner of his eye. The anger flooded back to his shocked body, and he snapped his head around to glare at the man crouching in front of him, his fingers pushing at the ground in his rage and desire to just kick the zoan-cat thing off of him. Preferably into the canal nearby.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Sanji hissed, grinding his teeth together, making the cigarette between his teeth jump up and down with the movement of his jaw. Glancing down, going slight cross-eyed in the process, he gave a little growl after seeing that the cigarette had finally died, and spit it moodily into the water.

That was yet another little mistake he made that day, for the growl and the angry action had started the man above him to slightly pull on his tie with his teeth, a purring sound escaping his throat and tickling Sanji’s back due to the vibrations of the other man’s chest.

“Your fault for getting the red one,” Pinocchio said, causing Sanji to whip his head up, jaw falling down in his shocked anger. The crouching man stood up and brushed off his pants (not like he needed to, Sanji noted, for he hadn’t been sitting on the ground). “And its silk were you just trying to get jumped?”

Sanji watched, still open mouthed as the long-nosed guy walked around him, tugging at the back of the cat-man’s tie, earning a hiss and a glare from the man still glued to Sanji’s back and fastened to his tie.

“Come now, we really have to get back to work,” he said, sounding like the man’s father. “You want Iceburg-san to fire you?”

Finally the possessive arm around Sanji’s waist released its grip and the slightly slobbery (and were those holes?) tie fell limp against his shoulder. Sanji turned around swiftly, sitting on the ground and leaning against his hands as he glared up at the men above him. A pigeon flew down from the rooftop, landing on the cat-man’s shoulder and pointing at Pinocchio angrily with a wing.

“This is work!” the pigeon said, cementing Sanji’s opinion that these two were straight out of some crack-filled storybook.

“Sure it is,” Pinocchio said gently, leading the way out of the alley he had dragged Sanji into. “Now say goodbye to your cat-toy Hattori,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.

“Ja ne!” the pigeon (was it wearing a tie???) yelled, turning around on the man’s shoulder as they stalked out of the alley, the leopard tail folding inward on itself into nothing.

Sanji open and closed his mouth a few times before yelling to an empty alley, upsetting a woman hanging laundry overhead.

“You owe me 1000 beli for the goddamned TIE!”