danzanelfuoco

ONE PIECE
Modern!AU
COW-T 12, w5, m3: Road Trip
556 parole

With Sanji’s luck, of course, his flight is doomed from the start.

The old geezer had jinxed it, “I seriously hope your plane doesn’t crash” he had laughed and now Sanji can’t just stop jumping at every turbulence. Shit.

He’s regretting everything right now. And thinking that only a few hours before he was the happiest man on Earth. He had been chosen to partecipate in an international cooking competition. Haute cuisine. Only the best chefs could attend and he had been invited. Of course, he was the best in what he did, he knew, but maybe not The Best of the whole world. Having a chance to prove himself was a dream come true.

Except of course, the competition was in France. Paris. Meaning he had to take a plane to get there.

And he had never flied anywhere. Not once in his life.

Now, if only there could be a lovely lady seated beside him, he could probably distract himself by flirting. Instead fate had just put the most obnoxious ape the earth has ever seen on its surface. Instead, the man next to him is some punk - green haired, tanned skin and scars covering his arms - that has done nothing but talking with his friend. It wouldn't be anything if only said friend wasn't sitting three rows behind him.

Sanji's jugular is about to explode, when he meets the eyes of the most beautiful girl he has ever seen - orange hairs, milky skin and the fiercest determination in the set of her jaw. Sanji knows murder when he sees it, and he doesn't want such a beautiful girl to be arrested. Orange on orange isn't exactly haute coture.

So he just grips the arm of the brute next to him - grips it hard enought to leave a bruise, but he doesn't even flinch - and pulls him down.

"Do you mind behaving like a civilized person?" Sanji asks through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?" The green-haired idiot, looks at him as if he had gone completely mad, and maybe he has - after all, he shouldn't be scolding complete strangers on airplanes, even if said strangers are behaving like monkeys.

"You're yelling at the top of your lungs, do you mind not disturbing the whole plane?"

"The whole plane?" the man scoffs, "listen up, jerk, I'm not disturbing the whole plane, they aren't saying anythign are they?"

Sanji feels the heat reaching his head, "Of course they aren't, you're a six feet tall beast that could probably crush their skull! It doesn't mean you aren't being an asshole!"

"I need to talk with my friend."

"Then move seats!"

"We can't!"

"Oh, for real? I'm gonna change with him. Move," he says, unbuckling his seat belt.

"No!" Shrills the red headed girl Sanji had noticed before. "Choosing or exchanging seats has a fee, and I'm not paying for that."

"Who ever asked you, witch?!" the idiot yells at her and Sanji realizes they know each other. Maybe he should have left her free to kill him, because now the people yelling have increased and Sanji's one of them.

That's gonna be the longest fly of his life. (He hopes it's also the last).