#I wonder if mahira would pulled out a sword or something

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Title: from the sea Author: mementomoripontifexmortis Fandom: one piece Rating: teen Character(s): sanji vinsmoke, red-leg zeff, Pairing(s): none Tags: drabble series. female sanji. Author’s Note:  this is a drabble series??? that i started 2 years ago and am finally doing something with. cross posted on both ao3 and ff.net. Summary:   he didn't know how to answer her without breaking her heart

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Chapter Five

Her question had thrown him, more so than the night after the first time he gave her tough love and hit her upside the head with his leg. It was not a question he had been expecting, something about why it seemed as if the only chefs that managed to stick around was her and him or why he was far more picky with picking out the female staff compared to the male staff as he had had trouble explaining it while teaching her how to go through the small stack of resumes they had received from the last island they went to.

He never expected such a blunt question. And he wasn’t prepared to answer it so truthfully, but Zeff couldn’t bring himself to lie to her.

She had grown so much in the months that he had spent training her in either fighting skills or cooking, but the usual answer he had given when he talked about his reasoning for fighting with his legs was often “a chef of the seas doesn’t use their hands,”. But with her soft voice he had opened up, even if it was just a bit and didn’t fully answer her question.

He hadn’t wanted to tell her that sometimes you met with moments that changed you for the better or for the worse. One of those days had been the day he had met his parents killer out on the Grand Line and instead of using the skills he had gained and taught himself, he had grabbed the bastard’s swords and cut him into shreds, gaining a cut on his forearm that his doctor had said could’ve destroyed his ability to cook if it had been any deeper, but it was in that moment that he felt he had truly done the right thing as his parents child. Even if as a person, it wasn’t.

It was that day that had changed him for the worse, even if it was just slightly.

But, then again, he thought to himself, a day that changed him for the better was when he had gained the Little Eggplant who was as loyal as they came and was one of the few people who shared his dream. Something not even his friends and crew believed in. Even if her becoming a part of his life had made it a bit more troublesome, especially when it came to having to train her due to the violent nature of owning a restaurant on the seas, it had changed it for the better; giving him someone else to focus on.

As Shichirou had said while bandaging him up after one of their legendary fights on the Grand Line, he could be a very selfish man when he wanted to be and it was only because he was such a man as he was – one that could be easily respected and followed, knowing that he cared about his crew in his own way – the rest of the crew had yet to mutiny when it came to following his dream.

Rubbing his face with one of his wrinkling hands, he wondered when did age finally catch up to him? He wasn’t even forty yet and he had himself a child and had retired from his piracy days and had seemingly given up on the All Blue.

What would Shichirou say in such a situation? The man had been a parent himself who had lost his family and had become a pirate for a similar reason as Zeff had – revenge. So what would he say when up against a small girl child with more fierceness in her bones than most men? Who had stood up against a crew of pirates with two cooking knives and a fiery will to survive?

“You’re an idiot Zeff, and I say that as both your doctor and your unofficial psychiatrist.”

He would’ve kicked the doctor upside his head and given him the job to help clean the canons. But the man would’ve been right. Leaning against the railing on the balcony, he wondered when he wandered from the main floor to the upstairs. He hadn’t heard Sanju complaining that he was leaving her to work alone, but at the same time, she often followed him around like an earnest bee, trying to learn all that she could by watching him.

Well however he made his way up there without being caught by the eggplant, he was going to take it.

The ocean called to him, it always had and always would, he was sure of it, but it wasn’t the same call that he remembered it being as a child, one that had driven him to a fervor he hadn't truly understood back then. It was a gentle call, the same his mother had used whenever he spent too many hours watching the moon cross the open sky, unhindered by everything.

A grin crossed his face; when he ignored his mother to instead sit out at all hours, she’d kick him upside the head, telling him off for ignoring her. She had been the one who taught him the basic moves he had based his entire Black Leg style fighting after, she had taught him to respect women. She had even taught him the life lesson he so desperately wanted Sanju to never learn: sometimes life will give you a lesson that will change your entire way of thinking and go against everything you have ever learned and it's up to you to decide how you react to it; either you'll fight or you'll change with it.

It seemed as if his moods were going to keep flipping between good and bad, he thought as he sighed. His mother had never taught him to be a wide-eyed idealist, his father had taught him about the All Blue while his mother had told his father that he was a naive man for falling for such a dream. He could remember his father's reply so clearly in his head, “Well Mahira, you’re the one who fell in love with me”.

His mother would smack him upside the head, but she’d give him a look so fond, that he wondered if there was any true anger behind her kicks when it came to his father.

“Shitty Geezer?” Sanju pulled him out of his thoughts, a look on her face. She had a bump on her head from where he had hit her with his peg leg, but she hardly paid attention to it – and maybe it was high time he stopped himself from thinking on it as well. His mother would've taught Sanju the way she taught him and while she couldn't, he still could and would.

“Where are you learning this language?” He asked as he motioned for her to come stand next to him.

She rolled her eyes but he opted to ignore her, “You said you would teach me navigation after I cleaned up since tonight’s so clear.”

He had, hadn’t he? He barely functioned during the morning which was the time she managed to sneak in requests that he couldn't turn down; teaching her the stars, telling her all about the sights he had seen in the Grand Line, teaching her handstands so she could, and he quoted her one this, “become stronger”. A smile stretched on his face, “A little eggplant like you won’t learn it all tonight but I’m sure we can attempt it!”

She huffed and kicked his good leg, the badly hidden pack of cigarettes she had stolen from one of those pansy-ass chefs who couldn't handle a little fighting outlined in her pocket, “You don’t have to be such a bastard!”

“And you should listen to me Eggplant when I tell you smoking is bad for you!” He said, kicking her in the butt as he turned to walk away from his perch. “You’ll dull your sense!”

“Tch,” She shook her head, a grin growing on her lips as she walked, “An old man like you won’t understand but it makes me look cool!”

“It makes you look like you have no common sense and are being raised in a barn!”

“Hey, don’t insult Baratie, she’s much better than a barn!” Sanju shot, shaking her head again. “It looks like your mind is going, Shitty Geezer!”

“My mind can still remember what a little brat you are, Eggplant!” He ruffled her hair again, it was getting longer and he’d have to ask her if she wanted it cut a bit before it got too long and tangled, given that she barely liked brushing it, instead putting the mess up in a bun. “Now walk faster, I’m an old man and you’ve got a bedtime!”

“Ha! Told you so!”

He kicked her backside again, her flying through the open door and down to the bottom floor, “Do you want to do another midnight swim?”

Zeff listened closely to her, hearing the sound of her sticking out her tongue at her and taunting him. His mother would proud of her and proud of him for teaching her the skills and life lessons that she would need to continue. Life was big on throwing curves and this girl, this girl who changed everything he had believed in and shared a foolish dream with him, was his biggest curve yet.