dance - an au drabble for sanji
You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back in the line a mob jumps to their feet
Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew, it was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid
Sanji remembers lying, denying everything and fear.
He'd never forget the fear that he inspired.
"Dance for me puppets…"
No one else could see him, it seems. No matter how much trouble he causes. The witless masses point fingers at one another, at the gods, at the demons and worse, at the outcasts such as himself - but never him.
"Let's have some fun!"
And then the laughter begins.
He doesn't exist to people.
No one hears him laugh save for Sanji. His gleeful little cackle and joyful gasps as he watches the rest of the lowly mortal filth scrabble for the vestiges of power chill him to the bone. Sanji can't sleep some nights.
Because it's madness. He does these things because he can. Because he thinks it's funny. It doesn't matter what the consequences were. That grinning fiend would throw himself right into the middle of things and proceeded to mess things up. Sanji tries to ignore it all. Shut it out. It's done. There's nothing he could do.
But even after all the precautions he had taken, he was noticed. Some nights, he swears that chuckling, snickering prankster was watching him.
He sees him and even once, he wakes up with pressure on his rib cage. The demon trickster was sitting on him, squeezing the life out of him. But Sanji sits up and he's gone.
Holy Hell he's cursed.
There's no other explanation.
Sanji should have pretended. He could have kept his gaze to the ground, duck his head whenever he sees that flash of otherworldly crimson red. But he didn't. Stupid fool and now, he's caught his attention.
"You see me…" He leaps into stride beside him, phasing through people, jumping over stray animals and grinning madly. So happy and carefree - so unlike the rest of the lowly mortals. "Do you know what this means?"
"No. Leave me alone…please." Sanji didn't have time for this. He needed to get back to Owner Zeff before the lunch group came in or it'll be another week of potato peeling andtrash duty. "I have other stuff to do."
Not that this scarily cheerful boy cared too much. He wasn't even listening. "This is good. This is really good!" He jumps up and down, excitedly from leg to leg and claps. In his preoccupation, he phased through another woman. No matter how many times he sees it, Sanji would never get used to it.
He was talking to a spirit.
"I don't want to have anything to do with you." Spirits were bad news.
"I reject that." He's still smiling but he's peering close. His eyes were impossibly deep. "I'm Monkey D. Luffy! Let's be nakama."