Life and Trials of a Former Assassin

Chapter 25

Sanji wanted to cry. He wanted to call someone because the Geneva Accords were being broken. What he saw was against humanity. It was cruel. How could anyone do this and sleep at night he thought.

He was staring down at the slop they called beef stroganoff. He had gotten a job in the kitchen and with his experience was set to work quickly. He had tolerated the food they were given so far but knowing now what went into it went against all his training as a chef.

He learned most of the meat was actually tofu. That about 70% of what they ate was tofu. He knew that much of any one thing was bad for you. Then he saw the box of what was graciously referred to as meat labeled 'for inmate consumption only'. When he opened it his stomach gave a lurch and he had to swallow back. Whatever it was it wasn't fit for anyone.

He was regretting ever setting foot in the kitchen. He could still be pretending and live in a blissful ignorance. But all such illusions were gone.

The smell and look of the beef stroganoff were not normal. It looked like a brown swamp that had toxic sludge dumped in and smelled like hot dirt mixed with sweaty socks. Sanji began to look around and see if he could salvage it into something edible. He managed to find a few spices and added them to the concoction. The look was still wonky but the smell and taste were vastly improved.

He had already asked about changing the menu and the quality of the ingredients and was told undeniably no but hoped they would allow purchasing spices.

One perk of working in the kitchens he was able to take extras trays to Luffy and the others. Sanji thought working in the kitchen was beyond ideal but it would allow him to try to take care of his friends and hopefully make meals better for the rest of the prison.

Nami strolled up to Zoro who was leaning against the bars of his cell and watching as Usopp and Luffy played cards in Usopp's cell. Chopper and Sanji were the only ones with jobs so far, Chopper in G dorm taking care of the long term sick and Sanji in the kitchen. She had been keeping a close eye on all of them since they came in and oddly enough Zoro seemed to be struggling the most. The man had always seen himself as the protector of their group and was following them constantly and tried to have an eye on them at all times now.

She smiled to herself that of course he may be following them so he doesn't get in trouble for getting lost all the time.

She stepped up near him but out of the way that Luffy and Usopp wouldn't see as well as hiding in a blind spot of the cameras. "Hey."

Zoro turned a bit but slid his eyes over to see her. "Hey. What do you want?"

"Things you could do for me? Let's see. For you to pay back all the money you owe me, or to not have to deal with you when you're a grumpy idiot." Nami responded.

"Witch." Zoro turned to her fully. "You try living here and see if you're not grumpy."

Nami smiled sweetly, the one smile that usually preceded her hitting someone. "Oh are you not getting your 5 naps a day? Try getting hit on 50 times a day."

Zoro scoffed. "Well that's because you're – nevermind."

Nami stepped closer while staying out of sight of the others and the camera. "No. I'm what Zoro?"

Zoro blushed. "Nothing."

Nami missed messing with him. He was so easy to get blushing. "Oh come on it won't cost you anything it might even get you a discount on your ever increasing debt."

Zoro relented he knew she would keep pushing until he got her way. "Fine! It's because you're pretty alright. Damn don't you get that enough from the Cook."