The Devil's Grin - A One Piece Fanfic (Snail-like Updates)

What Makes a Cook

If your lazy or have joined the story while it has tons of chapters you can choose to skip the first paragraph.

Gotcha.

Hey guys its your lucky day. So I been feeling down cause nobody was commenting and all that. But I couldn't be too upset cause I'm a reader myself and know that you don't always have wifi when reading. But the books ben up for about a month with no comment so I felt a little sad. Then someone commented and said they like my idea for the story and gave some pointers. So I'm going to do a early update and still try to make it on my regular update day. So that means you guys get your extra update even though there isn't 50 views yet. So this chapter is dedicated to that reader that commented. Everyone give a hand to pjo_series. *crowd screams maniacally*

Also even though the title of the chapter says what makes a cook Sanji isn't actually in the chapter.

"What why not." Sanji cries out. "You already gave that stupid moss head a chapter so why don't I get one yet."

Author holds up Sanji's wanted poster.

"Qusndndkaskdiabququaidcodbqusuwbw" Sanji cries looking like the dead.

Please enjoy the chapter. New character introduced, I own this one just like The Devil.

"What?!" The Devil and Quil exclaim.

"Oda owns One Piece." Kid Luffy says happily as he drinks some orange juice.

The Devil watched the boy lying on the ground. It was a little worrying that the mark had caused him to pass out. If his potential had been any less it would have killed him. The boy would have to train a hundred times harder than the rest of the crew members he had seen so far just to keep up.

But The Devil had faith in him. If he needed any proof of the boy's chances all he needed do was look down at his hand. The boy still had it grasped in his hand and had not let go the entire time. In fact, instead of pulling away like Luffy had his gripped had tightened when the pain had began. No. When The Devil thought about it he really wasn't that worried. The boy would do fine.

'Now who did I need to find next?' He thought to himself. 'Swordsman, navigator, sniper, ah yes. A cook.' He remembered the list of members the boy had wanted. He glanced at the boy one last time before closing his eyes and taking a step away.

And found himself in a large office.

"Well this is a surprise!" The Devil heard a man say behind him. He turned around to look at him. 'Crap.' He thought, 'I'm in a marine base.' Sitting at a desk was a ranking officer and a very beautiful woman who appeared to be serving him dinner.

"Sorry for the interruption." He smiled innocently. "I'll just be on my way." He turned back around and took a step towards the door.

"Hold on." The Devil flinched slightly. He really didn't want to mess with the marines at this point. He slowly turned back. "We were just about to have dinner. Why don't you join us?"

"I really couldn't impose." He really had to find away out of here. He didn't want to use any of his powers in case the marine might recognize him.

"I insist, please, take a seat." The man, apparently a captain, gestured to a seat opposite of him. "I'm Jonathan, and this is my wife Jessica. Jessica why don't you get a dish for our surprise guest."

"Yes dear." Jessica replied and made her way out. "Make sure you eat your vegetables." Jonathan flinched.

"Now." Jonathan leaned forward. "Why don't we talk about how you showed up in my office unannounced. I've never heard of anyone who ate a devil fruit that allowed them to pass through solid walls, pirate or marine." A glint entered his eyes. "Care to explain?"