My Mistake

Ch.1 - "Sanji's Hallucinating"

Whatever he prescribed me, not that I didn't trust him as the ship's doctor, gave me an erratic experience of sorts. It's hard to place a finger on it—because I'm only half sure that what I'm feeling is real.

Maybe it doesn't matter. I'm just overly paranoid. It's normal to suspect things when you're taking a new drug, after all. But that doesn't matter. After all, I've got to start on dinner. What's the point of having a cook who doesn't cook anything?

My knife slices a carrot into small, manageable portions. After all, if you're eating, it's best not to choke. Not that I care if most people here do. I'll protect my sweet Nami-swan and Robin-chwan at all costs! And...eh...everyone else—to an extent. I look down again to check my progress. I've zoned out, basically cutting carrots in autopilot, and then it hits me.

I haven't cut a damn thing.

Right! The carrots are in the pantry, and I'd walked over to my cutting board without giving it a second thought. All my knives are away, and I look up for a second. My body stiffens, and realisation strikes. All my knives are away. So, what was I chopping with? Was I even chopping anything at all? Definitely not carrots, and without a knife, my brain trails off, but I snap myself back into reality.

There's no point overthinking it. If I stand around and quarrel with my mind, dinner will never be ready.

So, I do what I do best; make a great meal for my friends [and sweet ladies] to enjoy, without giving a second thought about what'd happened. The more I think, the crazier I get. And I know me—I'm not crazy.

***

Throughout dinner, I'd usually have my eyes set on Nami and Robin. But then again, who wouldn't!? They're the most attractive women on the Grand Line! So, maybe I was distracted by something else. Perhaps thinking of the carrots, or maybe all the dishes I'd have to wash.

It could've been Zoro's sweet and sexy body.

Zoro. Him. That retarted swordsman. He's who I've been looking at this whole time. But why? It's not that I like Zoro. Then again, I notice my heartbeat quicken when I think about him.

Zoro isn't that stupid, unattractive douche-bag anymore. Not right now. Sure, he's a jerk. But now I kind of wanna jerk off to him.

I then freeze up, blood like ice.

"Sanji, are you alright?" Robin asks, noticing my alarmed state.

Prying me out of my head didn't help. Could she read minds? Does my precious Robin-chwan think I'm some kind of gay? My heart is pounding. I bite down on my tongue and taste blood. A sweet metallic sensation I could only remember from my days of biting down on my cheeks to stop sobbing. Back with my brothers. Back in Germa.

"I'm fine!" I announce. A little too loudly as everyone looks up from their plates. "Really, there's no need to worry! I was just daydreaming!" I explain, quick with the tongue of a liar. Maybe it brushed past everyone. I tap my foot in the nervousness of the unknown.

"Are you sure? I can check you out if you want," Chopper says. The voice I'd least want to hear from. Great, now everyone must think I'm sick.

The room becomes a prison cell. Maybe I'm in the interrogation room. Watching people go by, waiting for questioning. That big man walks in, sits down, and the chair's squeaking drills a hole in my head. He opens his mouth to talk, and I've just been taken off of Life Support.