One Piece One Shots (Requests: Closed)

I'm Not Into... (Sanji, AU)

I've had this idea in my head for so long. I'm sorry I can't work on requests! I just hope you all enjoy this 3000 word oneshot.

This AU- Sanji isn't Sanji. Zoro isn't Zoro. Uh... they're sort of opposite of how they usually are? Don't know how else to describe it. Because some things are the same about Sanji... eh. Figure it out yourselves.

Song(s)- Red Lips (YouTube video), Undone (Highly Suggested, but might be used for another oneshot so don't worry about it too much. I just love it so much and it constantly makes me think of Sanji.)
Artist- GTA ft. Sam Bruno (YouTube video), FFH (Highly Suggested)

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Women. He hates them. Don't ask why, it's just one of those things... that he doesn't talk about. It could be the fact that they chase him everywhere he goes. Or... some other things.
He stares out the window wishing he'd just have a cigarette. He sighs as the girls clamor into the room and start whispering about him. I hate women. Zoro walks in before sitting in the desk in front of Sanji.
"Why didn't you come to gym class?" he leans back and presses his back against the window, "You should've seen (Y/n) today, sh-"
"Zoro. How many times do I have to tell you, I'm. Not. Interested?" Sanji continues to look pass Zoro and out the window. "Especially in some girl."
Zoro sighs and places a hand on his shoulder, "Sanji. Get over yourself. (Y/n) isn't just some girl. She's the principal's daughter. Yo-"
"Even more so," he brushes Zoro's arm away. "I shouldn't have to be on my best behavior because she can report me. I don't care, unlike you, Mr. Prim-and-Proper."
"I am not Mr. Prim-"
"Zoro... I'd like to thank you for taking me to the nurses to-" she has to stop as Sanji starts to burst out with laughter. Her (e/c) orbs fall before she smiles sadly. "Thanks again, Zoro."
"You're really dumb, you know that?" Sanji turns to her as she goes to take her seat behind him.
  "And you're an asshole, Sanji," Zoro fires back at the blonde haired man, "I'm sorry about him, (Y/n). He has no filter when it comes to talking to women."
"I'm not dumb... just... clumsy," she fiddles with her fingers.
Sanji rolls his eyes before turning back around to lecture Zoro. She sighs before taking out her book; it used to be a blank notebook, but she's filled it up with her own recipes.
She writes out her feelings on the paper with a pencil. She then rips it out and crumples it up. She looks up as the teacher walks in and she slides the notebook away from her.
The rest of the day draws on slowly. Sanji, stares out the window, not paying attention to the lesson; (Y/n), staring past the blonde to the teacher, trying to raise her grades. His hair blows slightly because of a draft which causes his eye to shift.
He sighs, already feeling the weight of the world crushing down on him. He closes his eyes as the teacher calls on him to do the problem on the board. His eyes open slightly as they focus on the math problem. It's easy. He turns his head back around and blows off the teacher.
"Sanji! Get up here and do the problem!" the teacher scolds, "I don-"
"If you don't mind... can I do it? I don't quite understand the full concept... so I could use the practice," (Y/n) stands up with her hands on the table. The rest of the girls in the classroom groan. They love seeing Sanji in 'action' or at work.
The teacher nods as the (h/c)ette walks to the front of the classroom and takes the marker from the ratchets hand, "Thank you."
Sanji closes his eyes as he starts to think to himself. She'll get it wrong. Everyone in the classroom will laugh at her. He already hears the other girls giggling behind her back. Better her than me.
He sighs opening his eyes and staring at the top of the building next to the school. He feels himself drowning in the world. He's more than just a gear helping the world turn. He's nothing like everyone else. Everything's special about him. Load of bullsh*t.
There's something special about her because of her father? What a load of bullsh*t. The world just pulls down special people and makes them feel like they aren't special. But then, how can you tell who is special? Well, the ones who make a difference are the special ones.
"That's right, (Y/n)!" the teacher claps and pats her on the back. "You've come so far from where you were before, I'm so proud of you."
She nods before going back to her seat and scribbling something on a piece of paper. She folds it neatly into a small square, "Hey, Sanji. Can you give this to Zoro?"
Sanji turns around and takes it out of her hand, but instead of giving it to Zoro, he opens it up and tears it into tiny pieces. Her turns around and to his surprise she smiles at him.
"A simple no would've worked," she sits back in her chair and pays attention to the teachers lecture again.
Sanji sighs and stares back out the window. His heart rushing and he feels his cheeks getting red. No! You're not feeling this way! She's just a spoiled brat! He composes himself and waits until the end of the day.
He's stuck on cleaning duty, but he seriously can't care less. He doesn't really care for going home. They're just a bunch of suck-ups. He stands up after everyone had already left. He looks over at the desk behind him and sighs.
"Looks to me as if the idiot left something behind," he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He grabs the book and flips open the book. His eyes widen at the recipes inside. "She'll come back."
He places it back and starts to walk around the classroom getting the pieces of trash strewn around. He gets back to her desk and notices a crumpled piece of paper. He picks it up and reads it. His eyes widen before looking away and ripping it up into shreds, "Guess I'll go drop it off to her."
He picks up the makeshift recipe book and leaves the classroom. He leaves the school grounds and stretches his arms above his head. He stops outside her house and sighs, he walks up to her door step and knocks on the door. Please don't let her father answer. Ple-
"Hello?" a woman in a maid's outfit opens the door. "Who are you and what's your business doing here?"
"I'm Sanji Vinesmoke. I'm here to drop something off to (Y/n)," Sanji stares uninterested at the woman. "She left it-"
"Third Vinesmoke son?" a (h/c) male walks over to the door and smirks. "You're no longer needed here, you're dismissed to clean the house. What do you need here?"
Sanji sighs before taking out the notebook, "I needed to give this to (Y/-)-"
"No!" (Y/n) shows up and grabs the book before her father has any time to reach for it. "You should know better than to give someone's property to someone other than them!"
Sanji sighs, "Listen. I had a rough day cleaning at school, and I just want to go home."
"Dad, can you leave us alone?" she turns to her father and he nods before walking away. "If he saw that I wrote these he'd burn them. I want to thank you for returning it, but I-"
"I seriously don't care," Sanji says before remembering the note he previously read. "Oh, what happened to your mother?"
Her eyes widen before she steps out of the house and closes the door, "Did... did you see that as well?"
"Yeah. I was on cleaning duty. You shouldn't leave something like that laying around," Sanji turns around before he lights another cigarette. "But I want to show you something. Follow me, and tell me everything you know about your mother's death."
"Well... okay," she follows Sanji as he starts to walk away. "Well... to start out... I was just five... but we went to the store... and... she's always been a good person... so when someone tired to rob her... she fought until she drew her last breath... I guess. I wasn't with her... we were playing hide and seek or something... but when I found her... there was blood everywhere. Why do you care?"
"Because I lost my mother as well," he breaths out the white, puffy smoke. "This is my house. I'd say make yourself at home, but even I don't do that. It's impossible."
He opens the door to the giant mansion. Many people bow down as soon as he walks on and there was one sentence uttered in unison, "Welcome home, young master!"
She blinks as he casually walks down the hallway lines with people, one person comes running from the next room and rushes up to them, "You brought someone home, young master? May I take your coat, young master? Is there anything you need, young master?"
"No. I don't need anything," he turns to (Y/n). "Do you?"
"Oh, uh, no," she shakes her head and Sanji turns back around.
"Then that's it. You can leave, I don't need you. If father asks, I'm going out to the courtyard," he takes out his cigarette and puts it in an ash tray before opening a door to a garden area, the courtyard. "I'm sorry about that. My father likes to flaunt his wealth, a lot."
She nods understanding, but still shocked. Do they seriously need that much servants? He stops in front of a grave and she feels her heart drop. He kneels down and places a hand on the ground in front of it.
"This was made for my mother," he nods at it. "She died of disease. She was everything to me, but she lied to me. She told me she was cured, when it was a load of bullsh*t. She loved me so much that she wanted to see me happy rather than tel lithe truth. Women confuse me because of that. And they always fight dirty. They always say things to your face, but behind your back they say anything else. It pisses me off. Why can't they just say what's actually on their mind?"
"I've asked myself that plenty of times. But... your mother just wanted you... to be able to keep smiling. I'm pretty sure because she kept it from you... that the last days of her life were the best days because she saw you happy and full of life rather than sulking and crying," (Y/n) smiles, closing her (e/c) orbs trying not to let her tears escape.
He looks over and sees a single tear fall down her face, "Why are you so upset? It's not that sad."
"No. I'm just... I feel bad because you aren't able to open yourself up because of what happened to your mother," she opens her eyes to stare into his. "You're supposed to be able to grow stronger because of the experiences you've had. Hey! Here... you can have these. I don't really need them anymore. If you ever feel bad... just make some food or something. Creating something might be able to help you get your mind off of things."
"Hey, Sanji!" his brothers come out and stare in disbelief that he actually brought a woman home. "What's this? You're now bringing women home? I th-"
"I'm still not into women. She's an exception," he stands up and takes her book. "She's not fake."
She feels her face flush as his finger graze hers, "Alright! I should get going! I've got... to get home before my father starts to worry! Bye! I'll see you tomorrow, Sanji!"
She runs off before he can say anything else and Niji walks up to Sanji pats him on the back, "I think you just got yourself someone who likes you. Did you see that blush?"
"I don't care," Sanji shakes him off before walking away. This can't be happening. She's nothing special, right? No. She's everything special.
She gets home and runs upstairs into her room. She slams the door close as she rushes into the bathroom and splashes her face with cold water. She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. He said I wasn't fake. He... he's the only one who's ever said that...
She turns away and shakes her head. He'll never be interested in me in a romantic way, but... maybe we can be friends? She slaps her cheeks to try and bring her back to reality. She's asking too much.
The next day at school, she exits the locker room to go to gym and she sees Sanji, actually dressed out for once. He sees her and walks over to her, "Hey. Apparently we have an odd number of guys today, do you want to be my partner for stretches?"
She looks at the other girls, already whispering about it, "I'm very clumsy... yesterday, I-"
"I don't care about what the other girls, do you?" he says after he noticed the way she hesitated.
She looks at him surprised, "Of course not! I... well... yeah... I was... but I was also surprised that you're here as well... it's not everyday you come to-"
"I never come to gym class," he sighs, "but you've changed my mind. I don't want to sulk around. I'm gonna make sure my mom can be proud of me."
"That's good!" she smiles at him, his heart skips multiple beats as she grabs his hand. "Of course I'll be your partner! But only for today... the other girls will start thinking you're picking favorites..."
She stands back to back with him before linking their arms together. So what if I am? You are kind of the only women that makes me think. They start to stretch together while the other girls look on in envy. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.
He did as she said and tried to get to know the other girls in his class, but none of them drew as much-or any for that matter-emotion out of him. So close to the end of the school year, when the final project was being assigned, Sanji was to work with someone else.
  He raises his hand, "Excuse me, teach?"
  The teacher turns back to him and sighs. His eyes narrow, "What? I made sure you were to work with Zoro, do you have a problem with your partner?"
  "Not my partner, I just don't want to work with him on this one. We've been working together all year... and I want to work with someone of the opposite gender," Sanji leans back in his chair. "That is, if you don't have a problem with it, of course."
  The girls in the room start mumbling to each other, debating which girl he was talking about, or if he even had one girl in mind, "Fine. What about-"
  "I want to work with (Y/n)," Sanji states without much thought, "She's the only one I feel comfortable enough to have her over at my house. We'll be working at my house, that's okay right?"
  He turns around to see her sinking down into her seat and nodding, "Wonderful. That's okay, right?"
  The teacher nods solemnly, before scribbling it down on his paper. He then goes around giving them topics to work on. (Y/n) looks at Sanji and shrugs, "What's going on? Why me?"
  "Because you're my friend. And you're smart," he shrugs, not ready to tell her the true reason. "Oh. And I won't be here tomorrow."
"What? Why?" she leans closer to him and he just shakes his head. "Okay... it's personal. I get it."
He smiles, a real smile, and it melts her heart, "Thanks for understanding, (Y/n). It means a lot to me."
The rest of the day she just zones out and thinks of his smile. It's so adorable. It's beautiful. It makes her remember the times where everything felt perfect. It made her believe that things could be fixed.
The next day, he really didn't show up. She smiles sadly as she hears the jeers of the other jealous girls. She's happy he called her a friend, because that's all she ever wanted, but she feels like an outcast. It made her realize that her class, was a pack of hungry wolves, and she was their prey.
Sanji feels himself sink into the despair of self-pity. He'd gotten over it, truly. Nope, it was still there. His room consumed in darkness, he hears a light knock on the door. It opens without his approval and he turns to see (Y/n).
Her outfit's completely dirty and her hands are skimmed, small blotches of blood running down her palms. Her face scratched and small branches and leafs in her (h/l) (h/c) hair. Her (e/c) pools red a little from crying, but her lips are a huge smile, "Sorry, I couldn't wait until you said to come in! I came to drop off the school work we-"
"What happened?" his voice comes out a bit colder than he wanted it too, and he can tell by the way she flinches. "I'm sorry... come here. What happened to you?"
"I stumbled down a hill," she laughs as she does as she's told and sits next to him. "Your siblings told me what today was... and I'm sorry I came to give you school work on such a day... it-"
"I couldn't care less if you found out about it being the anniversary of my mother's death! You're lying to me. What really happened, (Y/n)?!" he reaches over and pulls a leaf out of her hair.
"I can't lie to you, can I?" she sighs before taking the leaf out of his hand. "It's no big deal, really. This is the first time they've done this too me, but the other girls just pushed me down a hill!"
She starts to laugh it off. He feels the whole world crash into him; all of it. The noise becomes so unbearable that he covers his ears and closes his eyes. She looks over at him and reaches to move his hands away.
And for the first time since his mother passed, he starts to cry in front of another person. Another person who stole his heart. Another women who he cares about more than himself.
She pulls away as he covers his face, but she then wraps her arms around him. She burrows her head into his neck before speaking softly, "Its okay, Sanji. It'll be okay. I'm fine, you see? I'm breathing. Don't worry about it. If you continue to cry... I'll start to cry."
He bites his lip as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her down, onto their sides. He buries his head into her neck and feels the warmth from her body, warming him, "I'm sorry. I'm no good today. Today isn't a good day."
"It's fine... let it out. I can be strong. I won't cry," she sighs, but something about that statement reminded him of his mother. "I can wait. I'll be your rock."
He lets go of her and pushes himself up and flips her over so he's on top of her. His tears stop falling as she reaches up and wipes them away. He leans in and whispers into her ear.
"I'm not into... oh screw it," he grabs the back of her neck and kisses her lips. "(Y/n), I think I've fallen for you."

~I'm Not Into... End~