• Chapter 2: Big mistake

    A week went by and Sanji stood by what he had said. He hadn't flirted with Nami at all. "Whoa," Zolo was surprised. "Love Cook hasn't made you a snack for seven days now. He must be mad." Nami walked over to Sanji, who was taking a long drag of his cigarette by the rail. All week, they only talked to each other other than to say "Good morning".

    "Hello Nami." Sanji greeted, not bothering to throw his cigarette away like he usually did when in the presence of a lady.

    Nami leaned against the rail. "Sanji, are you mad at me?"

    Sanji blew the smoke out his mouth. "No, I am simply doing what you requested."

    But I miss you fawning over me! The only thing that kept her from voicing this thought was the look she remembered on Sanji's face when she'd yelled at him. The usually calm, cheerful expression of the blond's had turned to one of pure sadness. She never wanted to see that again and it meant never seeing him go heart eyes at her again, otherwise she might yell at Sanji like she had a week before. "Ok," Nami left to her room.

    I'm sorry Nami, but I don't wanna hurt you. Sanji sighed, taking a long drag from his cigerette. He exhaled and watched the smoke drift up toward the full moon.

    The next morning, Luffy's scream awoke Sanji from his sleep. "SANJI! GET UP, SLEEPYHEAD!"

    Sanji groaned. "What time is it?"

    "It's three in the afternoon. Nami said I should let you sleep, but I'm hungry! Nami's cooking don't taste like your's at all." Luffy grinned at the tired chef from the doorway.

    "Why'd I sleep that late?!" Sanji yelled. It's happening. I didn't think it would happen so soon. Sanji thought. Luffy left to the deck as Sanji made something to eat for the crew. Should I tell the crew? How would Nami take it? I don't want to make her cry.

    Nami touched the blond's shoulder. He flinched, having been deep in thought. "Sanji, I...I love you! I want you to flirt with me! I want to see you every morning, offering to do something for me!" Nami sobbed into Sanji's shirt.

    Sanji hugged her. "Nami, I have to tell you something."

    Nami looked up. "What is it?"

    The chef took a shaky breath.

    "I'm dying."