Translation
Nachtgeschichten
One-Shot-Sammlung
Everything you want
+ Anything you want +
Was he that demanding? Angry, Sanji threw the dirty dishes into the dishwater. He didn't want much!
They had docked on this island yesterday evening and wanted to go ashore today. After breakfast his friends left and he was allowed to stay on the ship, doing the dishes and cleaning up.
But that wasn't the problem!
He hadn't been so angry since dating Zorro. The plates he washed had to be afraid of being thrown on the next wall. He had already thrown his cigarette in a corner of the galley after chewing on it for so long that it could no longer be identified.
At least from Zorro he had expected more. How long have they been together now? 3 months?
Yes, he and this unromantic block. That was probably the craziest relationship in the world. Sanji sighed. But that he too - it was incomprehensible. He looked sadly at the calendar hanging over the wine rack and grabbed a bottle of red wine.~
Outside, he leaned against the wall and watched the seagulls circling quickly and gracefully over the Flying Lamb.
"Once in a lifetime you will be twenty years old and the only friend who will celebrate with you is a bottle of wine. Well then, cheers!" Sanji muttered sadly.
He had always thought of every birthday and baked your favorite cake for the birthday child. On his eighteenth birthday Luffy had got as much food from him as he wanted. He had bought a cookbook especially for Usopp. A lie baron's favorite dish was difficult to make, but delicious.
But bake a cake yourself? Remind the others that it's his birthday? No never!
A few days ago he had talked to the swordsman about his birthday. Could it really be that Zorro forgot him then?
Although he sometimes even feared with his friend that he would get lost on his own ship and not find his own room, he did not trust him to do so.The older one often seemed absent and disinterested, but still got everything that happened around him - and mostly even better than everyone else.
Sanji growled. The bottle was already empty ?! Sighing, he sat up to get another drink. Maybe he should treat himself to a bottle of sake now.
"Hey little wooden spoon, I hope you don't want to get drunk, do you?"
Sanji couldn't believe his ears. Did he hear voices already? Did he already have too much alcohol in his blood or maybe a sunstroke? Slowly, in disbelief, he turned around.
There was really someone leaning against the door frame - green hair, three swords in a belt, shorts and a bare chest - Roronoa Zorro.
Sanji blinked in confusion. Was Zorro really there?
“Did you really think I had forgotten you, little one?” The bigger one pushed away from the door frame and approached Sanji. He grinned. "Oh come on, you can't be serious, can it?"Sanji finally believed what he saw, and even if it was an illusion, he didn't care at the moment. A nasty grin settled on his face.
"You have a few things to make amends, swordsman. That was the worst birthday of my life ... so far ..."
"Anything you want, Sanji. I'll do anything you want today!"
The birthday child casually lit a cigarette. All he wanted? He blew the smoke towards the window and smiled. It was going to be the best birthday of his life. Slowly he walked towards Zorro ...
"Happy Birthday, Schnitzelklopfer!"
Was he that demanding? Angry, Sanji threw the dirty dishes into the dishwater. He didn't want much!
They had docked on this island yesterday evening and wanted to go ashore today. After breakfast his friends left and he was allowed to stay on the ship, doing the dishes and cleaning up.
But that wasn't the problem!
He hadn't been so angry since dating Zorro. The plates he washed had to be afraid of being thrown on the next wall. He had already thrown his cigarette in a corner of the galley after chewing on it for so long that it could no longer be identified.
At least from Zorro he had expected more. How long have they been together now? 3 months?
Yes, he and this unromantic block. That was probably the craziest relationship in the world. Sanji sighed. But that he too - it was incomprehensible. He looked sadly at the calendar hanging over the wine rack and grabbed a bottle of red wine.~
Outside, he leaned against the wall and watched the seagulls circling quickly and gracefully over the Flying Lamb.
"Once in a lifetime you will be twenty years old and the only friend who will celebrate with you is a bottle of wine. Well then, cheers!" Sanji muttered sadly.
He had always thought of every birthday and baked your favorite cake for the birthday child. On his eighteenth birthday Luffy had got as much food from him as he wanted. He had bought a cookbook especially for Usopp. A lie baron's favorite dish was difficult to make, but delicious.
But bake a cake yourself? Remind the others that it's his birthday? No never!
A few days ago he had talked to the swordsman about his birthday. Could it really be that Zorro forgot him then?
Although he sometimes even feared with his friend that he would get lost on his own ship and not find his own room, he did not trust him to do so.The older one often seemed absent and disinterested, but still got everything that happened around him - and mostly even better than everyone else.
Sanji growled. The bottle was already empty ?! Sighing, he sat up to get another drink. Maybe he should treat himself to a bottle of sake now.
"Hey little wooden spoon, I hope you don't want to get drunk, do you?"
Sanji couldn't believe his ears. Did he hear voices already? Did he already have too much alcohol in his blood or maybe a sunstroke? Slowly, in disbelief, he turned around.
There was really someone leaning against the door frame - green hair, three swords in a belt, shorts and a bare chest - Roronoa Zorro.
Sanji blinked in confusion. Was Zorro really there?
“Did you really think I had forgotten you, little one?” The bigger one pushed away from the door frame and approached Sanji. He grinned. "Oh come on, you can't be serious, can it?"Sanji finally believed what he saw, and even if it was an illusion, he didn't care at the moment. A nasty grin settled on his face.
"You have a few things to make amends, swordsman. That was the worst birthday of my life ... so far ..."
"Anything you want, Sanji. I'll do anything you want today!"
The birthday child casually lit a cigarette. All he wanted? He blew the smoke towards the window and smiled. It was going to be the best birthday of his life. Slowly he walked towards Zorro ...
"Happy Birthday, Schnitzelklopfer!"