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RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: Hiii, firstly this is not a part 2 to the first Sanji story!! This is a completely new one! Secondly, I obviously want to add a content warning for like, violence, there is quite a bit of that, because it's Sanji's brothers what do we expect!
The sun barely had time to rise before you were already on your feet. The schedule here never allowed for much sleep, let alone rest. You had been in Germa Kingdom long enough to know better than to complain about it.
This was your life now, forced servitude to the Vinsmoke family, catering to their every demand without question, without hesitation, and certainly without defiance.
You had long since learned that speaking was a luxury you were not afforded. The only time you spoke was when directly spoken to, and even then, you kept your answers short and respectful. It was safer that way. Most of the brothers hardly acknowledged you unless they needed something, especially Sanji, Sanji never spoke much at all.
Your tasks today were the same as always. After tending to the morning duties and ensuring the brothers' meals were arranged just as they liked, you were assigned the tedious job of cleaning their private quarters. Not unusual, but it meant you would be stepping into their personal spaces, which always left you uneasy.
You started with Ichiji's room. It was pristine, almost eerily so, like he barely lived there at all. The bed was made, the desk organised, and barely a speck of dust anywhere. You wiped down the few surfaces and ensured everything remained exactly as it had been before you left. It was a quick job, and that suited you just fine.
Next was Niji's. His room was also well kept, though less so than Ichiji's. The bed was crumpled from the night before, and a few discarded clothes were strewn across the chair by his desk. He had a tendency to leave unfinished gadgets and tools lying around, though not enough to make the room feel cluttered. You worked swiftly, setting things back in place as carefully as possible. You knew better than to touch anything unnecessarily.
Then came Sanji's. It was almost laughable that you were even asked to clean his quarters. His room was immaculate, to the point where you questioned whether he even stayed here. Everything was meticulously arranged, from his neatly folded bed to the single book resting perfectly centred on his desk.
You ran a dust cloth over the shelves just for the sake of saying you did something, but there was nothing to clean. He was unlike his brothers in every conceivable way, and you had noticed it long ago.
Sanji wasn't cruel like them. He never demanded anything of you, never threw his weight around like the others did. But he also never spoke to you unless it was necessary. If he ever acknowledged you, it was in subtle glances or the way he ensured you were never the one to suffer when his brothers' moods soured.
You didn't linger in his room for long. If anything, standing there made you feel out of place, like you were trespassing in a space that didn't belong in this cruel kingdom.
