Only another day or two!
Title:The price
Theme:Set 4- Gold
Claim:(Chibi)Sanji
Words:1,298
Rating:PG13
Warnings:Mild nudity
Disclaimer(s):Community disclaimer
Her name was technically Adella but no one ever referred to her by that name. Those with whom she was friendly referred to her as ‘Goldie’ and to the Tenryuubito who technically owned her she was known as “My Golden Retriever”.
She didn’t like that so much. Reminded her too much of a dog, but that she supposed, was fitting since that was anyone’s station under the world nobles.
The devil’s fruit she had been forced to eat as a child gave her the exceptional ability to turn anything she touched into gold at will. She had been sold into the auction house soon after and had been won that night for a record breaking amount of Beli, she was indeed worth a fortune, after all. She was one of the lucky ones. Obedient, valuable, useful, she was given the freedom to run the world looking to procure her masters every desire with a list long enough to fill a cargo hold.
Goldie would leave for months, turn trash into gold and buy the things her master wished for when she could. If she could not convince them to part with the item on her list she would threaten and if that didn’t work, turn them to gold and simply take it, leaving her victims to suffocate for their stupidity. It was the world noble’s right to have what they wanted, to deny them was death. Why couldn’t everyone see that?
She had been trying to procure an ancient artifact; a bible from the lost civilization, and the young, stubborn, paw handed man who had it had refused her twice. When she had tried to steal it from his arms she found herself flying through the air and eventually falling into the sea.
She was going to die. Drowning.
Suddenly a small arm grabbed her waist and started kicking them to the surface. Another hand pulled her up by her heavy gold jacket and the next thing she recalled she was waking up a soft bed to the sound of two male voices.
“She’s my girlfriend. I called dibs.”
“Oi brat, you just can’t call dibs on a woman.”
“That’s not what Patty says. Besides! I saved her, you didn’t even see her, old man! She fell from the sky, I saw her, ergo she’s for me!”
“Ridiculo..oi, she’s awake.”
She opened her eyes and took in the two chefs. Tall gruff, one leg. Small, blond, swirly brow. Wait.
She sat up suddenly and then shrieked as her covers fell away to reveal her naked chest. Zeff turned away and put a hand over Sanji’s wide eye. Goldie quickly scooped up her covers and held them to her chin.
“We had a waitress take your clothes to dry them, geez! Calm down..”
She was calm though. Now. She didn’t give a damn about the nudity like they were assuming (in some households, clothing for slaves were forbidden, even her own body didn’t belong to her so anyone seeing it didn’t matter.)
She had a ship with a long long long list of her masters wishes but there was a sheet of paper with his top five that she would be rewarded handsomely for.
Item number one was the 32nd wife that escaped. Long blond hair, blue eyes, former daughter of a wealthy aristocrat and merchant.
Item number two, the son her master had with wife thirty-two. The description only read baby, blond, blue eyes, swirly eyebrows. Gender unknown.
Her master was so busy that the fact he had forgotten something so trivial as his wife’s name was completely understandable. When you call for wife thirty-two, wife thirty-two comes. The kid he had only learned about when she escaped with him.
She was pretty sure the paw bastard had sent her right to the biggest retrieval of her life.
“Oh, sorry. The waitress, would she be your mother by any chance?”
Sanji looked at Zeff for a moment. No one ever really had asked him about his mother before. He shook his head at the woman.
“No. I lost my mom a while ago. The waitress is just a waitress, but she’s nice.”
Damn. Mother dead.
“Thank you for saving me. Listen, I know this may sound incredible but I was actually looking for you.”
“Huh?”
“Your dad. He sent me out to find you and your mom and bring you back.”
“My DAD?”
Zeff looked at Sanji quizzically. He had always assumed the boy’s father had left the family or else died. The boy had never mentioned a word about a father besides the not having one.
Sanji had a far away look in his eyes. His father. The one he had always asked his mom about. He could go and be with real family. They could try to find his mom together.
“What’s he like?” The small cook decided to ask.
“He’s very rich and very powerful. You would be well looked after and have a great destiny to fulfill. A world where everything is yours for the taking.”
Of course her master might just want the boy as a slave or someone to punish for wife thirty two running away but that was hardly her concern. Whatever happened to the boy when he was with his father, she still got her reward and freedom to chase another desire. Inside she was already celebrating.
“No.” Sanji decided. His mom had probably left for a reason and since none of the descriptors this woman used was kind or loving, he had a feeling he knew why.
“NO?!”
“No. The shitty old man needs me.” Sanji responded. Zeff huffed a quiet denial of this but was promptly ignored.
“Oh, well I forgot to mention. I will leave this gentleman enough gold to hire an armada to help him. He could retire in luxury if he wanted. There is no reason to stay when your dad is waiting for you.”
Sanji fidgeted a moment.
“No, I have a reason. If my dad needs to hear it, you can tell him where to find me. This is my home now. I’m helping the shitty old man with his dream.”
This little brat. It would be so much easier if he came along quietly.
The woman glared at the boy a moment before smiling. Sanji didn’t notice but Zeff certainly did.
“Oi, don’t you have potatoes to peel, eggplant?”
“But!” Sanji looked to the woman in bed and then back to Zeff. “FINE. I’ll make the pretty lady a snack too.”
Zeff nodded and Goldie smiled at him as he left the room.
“You reek of world government, who are you?” Zeff started.
“I’m…a valued employee of one of the most prestigious world nobles.” She really did hate her title.
“Prestigious just means ruthless in that world.” Zeff scoffed. Goldie only shrugged. Why deny it? Power was power, how one got it, inconsequential.
“You seem like a shrewd man. How much gold would it take for me to borrow a ship and leave with the boy today?”
“None.”
“None? Well that’s awfully generous…”
“No, I mean, I’m not going to let him go with you. No matter what gold you offer.”
“Then I’m afraid I’ll just have to take him.” Her hands raised to turn the fool into a rather ugly gold statue when she saw a blur streak toward her and she was sailing through the air out the window as naked as she had been born. Her chest hurt at the impact and she felt tears spring to her eyes as she took a breath of the chilly morning, ocean air. She was flying. She felt free.
Then there was a splash that no one heard and no one but a lone white haired chef from an upstairs window saw.
Theme:Set 4- Gold
Claim:(Chibi)Sanji
Words:1,298
Rating:PG13
Warnings:Mild nudity
Disclaimer(s):Community disclaimer
Her name was technically Adella but no one ever referred to her by that name. Those with whom she was friendly referred to her as ‘Goldie’ and to the Tenryuubito who technically owned her she was known as “My Golden Retriever”.
She didn’t like that so much. Reminded her too much of a dog, but that she supposed, was fitting since that was anyone’s station under the world nobles.
The devil’s fruit she had been forced to eat as a child gave her the exceptional ability to turn anything she touched into gold at will. She had been sold into the auction house soon after and had been won that night for a record breaking amount of Beli, she was indeed worth a fortune, after all. She was one of the lucky ones. Obedient, valuable, useful, she was given the freedom to run the world looking to procure her masters every desire with a list long enough to fill a cargo hold.
Goldie would leave for months, turn trash into gold and buy the things her master wished for when she could. If she could not convince them to part with the item on her list she would threaten and if that didn’t work, turn them to gold and simply take it, leaving her victims to suffocate for their stupidity. It was the world noble’s right to have what they wanted, to deny them was death. Why couldn’t everyone see that?
She had been trying to procure an ancient artifact; a bible from the lost civilization, and the young, stubborn, paw handed man who had it had refused her twice. When she had tried to steal it from his arms she found herself flying through the air and eventually falling into the sea.
She was going to die. Drowning.
Suddenly a small arm grabbed her waist and started kicking them to the surface. Another hand pulled her up by her heavy gold jacket and the next thing she recalled she was waking up a soft bed to the sound of two male voices.
“She’s my girlfriend. I called dibs.”
“Oi brat, you just can’t call dibs on a woman.”
“That’s not what Patty says. Besides! I saved her, you didn’t even see her, old man! She fell from the sky, I saw her, ergo she’s for me!”
“Ridiculo..oi, she’s awake.”
She opened her eyes and took in the two chefs. Tall gruff, one leg. Small, blond, swirly brow. Wait.
She sat up suddenly and then shrieked as her covers fell away to reveal her naked chest. Zeff turned away and put a hand over Sanji’s wide eye. Goldie quickly scooped up her covers and held them to her chin.
“We had a waitress take your clothes to dry them, geez! Calm down..”
She was calm though. Now. She didn’t give a damn about the nudity like they were assuming (in some households, clothing for slaves were forbidden, even her own body didn’t belong to her so anyone seeing it didn’t matter.)
She had a ship with a long long long list of her masters wishes but there was a sheet of paper with his top five that she would be rewarded handsomely for.
Item number one was the 32nd wife that escaped. Long blond hair, blue eyes, former daughter of a wealthy aristocrat and merchant.
Item number two, the son her master had with wife thirty-two. The description only read baby, blond, blue eyes, swirly eyebrows. Gender unknown.
Her master was so busy that the fact he had forgotten something so trivial as his wife’s name was completely understandable. When you call for wife thirty-two, wife thirty-two comes. The kid he had only learned about when she escaped with him.
She was pretty sure the paw bastard had sent her right to the biggest retrieval of her life.
“Oh, sorry. The waitress, would she be your mother by any chance?”
Sanji looked at Zeff for a moment. No one ever really had asked him about his mother before. He shook his head at the woman.
“No. I lost my mom a while ago. The waitress is just a waitress, but she’s nice.”
Damn. Mother dead.
“Thank you for saving me. Listen, I know this may sound incredible but I was actually looking for you.”
“Huh?”
“Your dad. He sent me out to find you and your mom and bring you back.”
“My DAD?”
Zeff looked at Sanji quizzically. He had always assumed the boy’s father had left the family or else died. The boy had never mentioned a word about a father besides the not having one.
Sanji had a far away look in his eyes. His father. The one he had always asked his mom about. He could go and be with real family. They could try to find his mom together.
“What’s he like?” The small cook decided to ask.
“He’s very rich and very powerful. You would be well looked after and have a great destiny to fulfill. A world where everything is yours for the taking.”
Of course her master might just want the boy as a slave or someone to punish for wife thirty two running away but that was hardly her concern. Whatever happened to the boy when he was with his father, she still got her reward and freedom to chase another desire. Inside she was already celebrating.
“No.” Sanji decided. His mom had probably left for a reason and since none of the descriptors this woman used was kind or loving, he had a feeling he knew why.
“NO?!”
“No. The shitty old man needs me.” Sanji responded. Zeff huffed a quiet denial of this but was promptly ignored.
“Oh, well I forgot to mention. I will leave this gentleman enough gold to hire an armada to help him. He could retire in luxury if he wanted. There is no reason to stay when your dad is waiting for you.”
Sanji fidgeted a moment.
“No, I have a reason. If my dad needs to hear it, you can tell him where to find me. This is my home now. I’m helping the shitty old man with his dream.”
This little brat. It would be so much easier if he came along quietly.
The woman glared at the boy a moment before smiling. Sanji didn’t notice but Zeff certainly did.
“Oi, don’t you have potatoes to peel, eggplant?”
“But!” Sanji looked to the woman in bed and then back to Zeff. “FINE. I’ll make the pretty lady a snack too.”
Zeff nodded and Goldie smiled at him as he left the room.
“You reek of world government, who are you?” Zeff started.
“I’m…a valued employee of one of the most prestigious world nobles.” She really did hate her title.
“Prestigious just means ruthless in that world.” Zeff scoffed. Goldie only shrugged. Why deny it? Power was power, how one got it, inconsequential.
“You seem like a shrewd man. How much gold would it take for me to borrow a ship and leave with the boy today?”
“None.”
“None? Well that’s awfully generous…”
“No, I mean, I’m not going to let him go with you. No matter what gold you offer.”
“Then I’m afraid I’ll just have to take him.” Her hands raised to turn the fool into a rather ugly gold statue when she saw a blur streak toward her and she was sailing through the air out the window as naked as she had been born. Her chest hurt at the impact and she felt tears spring to her eyes as she took a breath of the chilly morning, ocean air. She was flying. She felt free.
Then there was a splash that no one heard and no one but a lone white haired chef from an upstairs window saw.