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Chapter 1 - Burning Scars ...

It was deep. This feeling was so deep. It hurt so much when I looked at them. My eyes burning at the sight of what should be mine with him. It made me sick. I hated this; I hated being away from him. Why did he hate me? I never did anything to him. It doesn't matter anymore, my love is wasted on him.

Raising his tried body for the warmth off his bed, the blonde wiped away last night dried tears of his pale, lifeless cheek. It was a week to his 20th birthday however, he wasn't happy. To be honest he was far from ever being happy. Sliding his other hand onto his eyes, he hid from the sun-light. His mind spun quickly around leaving him dizzy and sick. He had drunk again last night. So much that he didn't remember bringing home the girl sleeping next to him. Looking around the room he checked if he actual slept in his room. Confirming it was he saw his boxers hanging over his lamp shade. Changing into them, he went to go get some breakfast. Finally leaving his room the cook made his way down the dark corridor and into the large living room and kitchen. There he meet his eight roommates: Nami laid across the sofa reading a magazine, Luffy messing around with Chopper, Robin drinking tea and reading a book, Franky and Usopp creating something, Brook tuning his violin and Zoro staring blankly into space. Bastard. They all stopped and stared at the cook. Worry washed over their faces, except Zoro who looked away in disgusted. Who would blame him, it was the fourth girls Sanji had taken home this week and it was only Tuesday. Ignoring the looks, the cook made his way into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on.

"Judgemental bastards" he grumbled and took two black cups from the cupboard. Pouring the hot water into the cups full of coffee beans, the cook stirred them gently. Throwing the spoon into the sink he walked back into the living room. His roommates still staring at him as he went slowly down the hall towards his room. There he saw the red haired girl changing. She gently smiled at him and took the cup.

After the drink she and Sanji walked to the door. Standing at the door way he watched her nervously play with her hands before looking in his dull eyes, "Will I see you again?" she barley whispered.

"No" he flung the door in her face.

Nami eyes opened in shock as she watched the depressed cook slum onto the sofa next to her, "Sanji" she rested her hand onto his leg, his body was cold, "We're all worried about you-"

Snapping his eyes towards Zoro, the cook snickered, "I'm sure you all are but don't be" he got up and left.

Cursing into his hands, the swordsman looked over at the navigator. Her face was shock, she didn't understand. Sanji normal was obsessed with her. Standing up she followed Sanji.

Changing into jeans and a shirt, Sanji opened his curtains. The room was a mess: cloths scattered everywhere; some not even his. The bed was broken and so was the wardrobe. Cans of bears and wine were under his bed.

Kicking the door open, the navigator walked in and glared at the cook, "What the hell is your problem" growled Nami as he closed the door behind her.

Tensing on the sound of her voice, the cook flinched as he heard the orange hair step forward, "Leave me alone" he barked while still standing with his back.

"What the fuck has happened, why are you acting strange" barking back, Nami grabbed onto Sanji shoulder and spun him around to face him.

Nami was shocked, speechless.

The cook stood his face bright red, his fist clenched so tight that his vein popped out. Small tears clinging to the edge of his eyes "Nami-" Sanji banged his head onto Nami shoulder and sobbed. He sobbed until his eyes went dry.

Rubbing the back off the cook, the navigator held the cook close to her. She didn't understand what was happening to the cook. It was weird to see him break down, she wanted to know why. Pulling the cook away she smiled weakly at him, "Are you okay now?" she softly asked while letting go of the cook.

"I love him" he muttered. His mouth taking control of him, "I love him so much"

Taken back she moved followed, "Who?" still shocked that her friend said him.

Shaking his head, the cook moved back towards the window, "No..one" he shuttered. Nami sighed. She didn't want to push him, it might cause more damage then its worth.

The images piled into his head.

FlashBack...

Sanji put the finishing touches to his meal. Serving his friends he took a quick peek at the man he loved. Zoro. The swordsman looked over at the cook. Sanji eyes widened as he continued to eat his meal. Raising a brow, the swordsman moved his head back at Luffy. The young boy smiled at him as he quickly stole his food.

"Luffy" Zoro smacked him onto his head.

"Oi Zoro, no fair" he pouted.

Muttering swears under his breath, Sanji continued to eat his food. Looking back at the cook, Zoro watched him aggressively shoving his food into his mouth. He opened his mouth to say something but then turned to back to Luffy.

Later on, Zoro and Luffy were wrestling in the living room while Sanji washed the plates.

"Quit it Zoro" Luffy giggled.

After a short round Zoro stood up and went to get a drink. He looked over at the cook, "Do you like Luffy?" Zoro muttered into the fridge.

Sanji heard and looked at the swordsman, "Wha-"

"You're always looking at him" Zoro took a bottle of water, "I'm just telling you don't bother" he walked towards Sanji, pinning him to the counter, "Keep your twisted pervert hands to yourself" he said coldly.

Sanji lifted a brow. Did Zoro fancy Luffy? Wait, it was obvious he did. How stupid could Sanji get? He could never compete with Luffy.

At that moment, Sanji started to sink deeper and deeper in depression. He noticed more and more of Zoro attraction to Luffy.

FlashBack End

A/n - This is the beginning of the story im making. This is kinda like a prologue, it just introduces why Sanji depressed.