Once upon a time there lived a boy. Born with golden blonde hair, clear blue eyes, skin as pale as the snow, and eyebrow curled to perfection. He grew up as a maid for his step father and two ugly step brothers. His mother married this horrible man then died a year later. This boy grew up in the highest part of there house. Secluded from any face and vowed for no one to see him. This boy's name was Sanji. The clock chimed five o'clock in the morning. Sanji sighed stretching in his bed. He rubbed his eyes seeing the huge clock tower in town.
"Oh that clock," Sanji growled tossing his blankets, "Get up you say, yeah yeah I get it."
Sanji got up and dressed himself in his powder blue shirt and black vest. Pulling on his pants and slipping on his black shoes. He brushed his hair and pulled on his white bandana on his head. He soon left to feed the farm animals. Tapping down halls opening the curtains. Waking up the brown cat Chopper. Chopper was the only one to show kindness to Sanji in this house. Sanji found him on the street battered and bruised. He didn't mind that he had a blue nose. Chopper followed Sanji to the backyard and watched him feed the animals. He was kind giving them good nutrition and keeping them healthy. A bell chimed making Sanji sigh patting the nose of the horse and going inside. Sanji prepared for breakfast, rolling up his sleeves and made three different meals. As he was done with that balancing one tray on his head and two in his hands. He walked upstairs with Chopper behind him. Sanji opened the first step brothers door. Ichiji
"Good morning Ichiji, I prepared scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage for you." Sanji said.
The red haired boy tossed over, "Five more minutes."
Sanji sighed putting his food next to his bed. Sanji left leaving the door open. He walked down to his other step brothers room and pushed open the door. Niji.
"Good morning Niji, for breakfast I prepared pancakes, toast, with a side of blackberry jam and butter." Sanji said.
Niji pulled back his blue bangs and watched Sanji place his food next to his bed.
"You forgot my syrup." He grunted.
"You don't like syrup." Sanji said.
"Are you talking back to me? I'll tell father."
Sanji sighed, "I'll bring in it in a moment."
Niji smirked as Sanji went to his step father's room. Opening the door and his father was already awake.
"The usual? Oatmeal, blueberries, and toast?" He asked.
"Yes sir." Sanji said.
He smiled as Sanji handed him his tray. Sanji stood at the end of the bed waiting for chores to be told.
"Well, where to start. Dust, everything. Give Chopper a bath, make a grocery list, mop and wax the floors. Clean Samson's stall. Pluck the weeds from the lawn, and do our laundry." He said.
Sanji bowed, "Yes sir."
He chuckled and watched Sanji leave. Sanji delivered syrup to already eating Niji. He didn't even want it after Sanji brought it up. But this was his treatment everyday. Then he got Ichiji up after ten minutes. Sanji then started his chores, dusting every nook and cranny of the house. Chopper followed him every step of the way. He would hop on his shoulders and rub against him.
"Sanji!" Niji called.
Sanji turned to Niji who stormed up to him. His shirt undid, and red in the face.
"I can't button up my shirt." He growled.
Sanji picked up the shirt noticing the shirt was inside out.
