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Warning: Rushness; Grammar; OOCness; Yaoi; Lemon; swearing; repetitiveness (I'm a repetitive person) and anything you notice that isn't on this list but is on this list.

Hello 25 followers, thank you so much for following this story. Also, Thank you to those 13 who favourited this story, if you did both by following and favouriting than I triple thank you. I assure you all, I am still alive and well and none of my stories have been forgotten, especially this one, however, I am changing it. It is still the same plot but I am writing it differently. The order of the chapters are changing and is being edited.

Also, with the new revelation of Sanji's real last name in the Manga having been shown by Oda I am now using it. However, if you don't know it, go read it now, my gawd I can't believe you don't know it. If you don't want to read it, then either don't read or don't care and just read it. It's only a name.

Chapter 1: Unexpected Knock

In a certain room of the Grand Northern Blue Hotel, loud laughter and small giggles could be heard throughout the halls as a French family, whom were on holiday, were currently resided within.

The family were in the kitchen where delicious smells of food were being emitted from. The mother sat by the small kitchen table watching as her husband and son cooked together, a large smile on her face as she looked on at the familiar sight of the two. Her young son of ten years looked up to his father and he too wished to be just like him; a chef famous for his delectable cuisines.

The young boy was balanced on a chair, his father standing beside him, watching the younger blonde stir the sauce slowly but perfectly.
"Continuez, Sanji" The father instructed, proud that his son was learning quickly with each passing day.
"Tu te débrouilles bien." You're doing well.
Sanji grinned widely at the praise he had received from his father. It wasn't often he received praise but when he did, it meant the entire world to him. His father tasted the sauce and smacked his lips together a couple of times before breaking out into a large grin. His grinned signified that the sauce was finished; he then took the sauce and poured it into the three dishes, completing the entree.

The father and son duo walked from the kitchen counter and to the table, carrying the starter and main meal to it. Sanji placed down his plate in a slow and gentle manner, his pinky hitting the table first to cushion the plate, just like how he had been taught him by his father and his instructors in fine dining.

"Merveilleux! Sanji! Leo!" Marvellous. The mother cheered with joy to her son and husband.
"Sanji, votre sauce est le meilleur." Your sauce is the best.
"Merci, Melody." Leo smiled to his wife as he thanked her.
Sanji grinned for the hundredth time that evening, he felt like his dream to be a chef - just like his father - was certainly in reach. Especially with his parents at his side, helping him and supporting him. He dreamed of big dreams, he wanted to make others smile just like how his mother and father smile because of what he makes.

The family of three ate in comfortable silence until nothing was left on their plate, not even a drop of sauce. Once they had finished their dessert, Leo stacked the empty plates and carried them over to the sink for washing. Sanji, as always followed after his father expecting to help him wash and dry the dishes, however, his father ruffled his hair and instructed him to follow his mother so he could change into his pyjamas for their comfy movie night.

Showing slight disappointment, Sanji obeyed with no argument, following his mother into the bedroom and standing beside her as she picked out his pyjamas from his small suitcase. She took them out and handed them to Sanji before placing his small suitcase back in the closet and on the top shelf.
As she placed away her son's belongings, Sanji happily dressed himself. Melody attempted to help him with his shirt, but Sanji pulled away, saying that he was far too old for her to dress him anymore, however she continued to counter his point with the fact he would forever be her baby.

Once he was dressed, Sanji folded up the clothes he had worn for the day speaking happily to his mother about his dream. He explained in great detail how he was going to open up a restaurant, calling it 'The All Blue'. He said it would be a family restaurant for the three of them to run together forever.

As they happily talked, a knock sounded in the hotel room silencing them all. From the kitchen, Leo was making his way to the door calling to his wife and son that he would answer it and see what they wanted. In the corner of his eye he could see his son peeking out between the gap of the bedroom door, it was evident that he was curious to whom was looked through the small peephole in the door, however he could only see just the top of the man's head. He opened the door and with one step, the man pushed forward, his full force against the father's chest. A loud thud sounded as the father was slammed against the wall.

Sanji rushed backwards and away from the door in fright bumping into his mother who lifted him up and rushed over to the closet. Shoving him inside, as she listened to the warning yells her husband was telling her. Without saying a word, Melody pressed her fingers to her lips in an attempt to tell Sanji to keep silent. She grabbed some clothes and threw them over the boy to make him look like he was a part of it. She smiled as bravely as she could but Sanji didn't miss the fear that was evident in her eyes.

He watched as she slowly closed the door, mouthing a few last words to him and with that, he was sealed within the closet. Melody moved her and her husbands suitcases so they stood in front of the closet door. Trying her hardest to make the closet seem like nothing was inside it.

Within the closet, Sanji tried to remain silent, to not move at all because he feared that he'd make too much noise, however he moved and now because of his movement; he was able to see through the small gaps of the closet door that the suitcase did not cover, however, the suitcase and the door somewhat obstructed his vision but he could still see enough of what was to come next.

Melody rushed over to the phone and attempted to phone down to the clerk desk, she fumbled with the paper and the numbers. She flinched as the bedroom door was forced open with a thundering slam. The man Sanji had seen shove his father against the wall, slowly walked into the bedroom where his mother now stood bravely, glaring at the intruder who was dragging her bloodied husband behind him like he was a rag doll. She dropped the phone, only the dead tone of the phone could be heard.

The man had to admire the woman's glare, but she couldn't hide the trembling of her body. He could practically smell the fear radiating from her pores. Without a second thought, he tossed the father to one side. He didn't move a step as he tilted his head to the side and gestured the mother towards him. The mother shook her head, not obeying to his wordless command, however this did her no good and had rather irked the man instead.

He wasn't a patient fellow and he never liked to repeat himself twice and so, if she didn't listen to him the first time when he asked nicely, then he'd just have to be rough. In a blink of an eye, the man was beside Melody, his arm already raised and connecting to her face in a heart beat. The force of the hit was so great that it had sent her flying and onto the bed, unconscious.

His eyes drifted up and down her body. The man couldn't wait. He looked back at the almost lifeless body he had tossed earlier. The eyes glaring at him.
"Enfoiré" Motherfucker.

The intruder knew naught of the meaning of the foreign mans words, but he understood the rather hostile tone he had used to spit out said word. Well, it's not like he could fight back anymore, after all, he had shot him a few times with the silencer he was carrying. He smirked at the memory.

After shooting him in the knee caps, the man had began to crawl away, at least he attempted to. However this only gave the intruder a perfect shot that hit the other in the spine, fatally crippling him. He smirked, he might as well rid of his ability to speak too. He slowly walked to the defenceless man lifting him and dragging him a little away and into a larger area of the room where the man could lay flat.

The intruder climbed on top of Leo, pinning him down, his knees on either side of his chest. He held a gun to Leo's eye socket and smiled. He could feel the metal of the gun barrel press hard into his eye socket. It pushed his head against the cold hard floor, his chin held high. And then it was gone. Instead, he watched the swift descent of a hammer towards his face.

He closed his eyes. His jaw clamped shut. He felt a surge of strength rush through him and he began bucking and writhing for his life. He waited, his head rolling side to side, dizzy and sick. His breath exploded, saliva and blood spraying into the air and at the man who now held his life in his hands. The hitting stopped for a few seconds.

Nothing happened.

He wondered for a split second about his son.
His son was safe, the man knew naught of the boy.
As long as his son was safe, he couldn't careless what would happen to him.

The man shifted above the father, and angled his hammer to the mans upper body. The blows came over and over once more, splitting, breaking and cracking, splintering and shattering bones and flesh. He stored up every scream that wanted to rip up his throat.

Then it stopped.

Tears streamed down his face, sobs choked in his throat. His whole body trembled.
He wanted to yell but only blood emitted from his mouth. He coughed and writhed violently but the energy was leaving his body fast.
He closed his eyes, preparing for another onslaught of hits. He wanted to hear sirens, ones that were bringing police officers to his door.
The blows started again, hard, fast and brutal. He looked into the eyes of his torturer, seeing the flicker of amusement in the mans eyes and now —from somewhere closed and locked inside him, unleashed only now — he raged.

Sanji had covered his mouth to stop any sounds from coming out, the tears streaming from his face as he watched his father slowly die in a painful and agonising way. He couldn't take his eyes off of the man who had repeatedly brought a hammer down upon his father until he died and had now turned to his mother.

Tears blurred his eyes and he blinked to let them move.
He watched from between the gaps as the man climbed on top of his waking mother who screamed upon the sight of her lifeless husbands body. Her husbands murderer pushed her down on to the bed; one of his large hands gripped both of her tiny wrists whilst the other worked its way downwards, gliding along her body until it reached it's destination. His hand calmly fumbled at the woman's undergarments, ignoring whatever verbal protesting words she was saying.

It wasn't long before he had unzipped himself, immediately thrusting into the woman who contained the scream she held by biting her lip.
The young boy had finally closed his eyes and ducked his head in-between his knees, his hands covering his ears, muffling the creaking of the bed. He fully understood what was happening to his mother as he had recently learnt this in school. His mother and father had even explained to him, they said it was something special, that only adults whom loved one another could do.

Yet, this man…Sanji didn't want to think about it. He didn't know how long it lasted but when his mothers torture finally ended, her life ended with it. That cruel man had strangled her in the process of violating her until the very last moments.

Sanji listened to the heavy footsteps of the large man walk around the room. He automatically shuffled as far back as he could into the closet. His heart beat increasing rapidly with each slow step…until it stopped, right outside of the closet. It almost felt like his heart would jump out of his body, or that it would burst from sheer fright.
Silently, he begged that the man wouldn't open the closet and that he would leave.
Eyes widened as his ears piqued to the sound of a hand touching the handle, creaking the closet door slightly. The boy felt his heart stop, this was the moment, the moment the killer would find him and he would torture him as well.
The closet door opened slowly, and the boy screamed loudly, in hopes anyone near by would hear him and come to his rescue.

The men dressed in blue looked down at him in surprise. He stopped screaming and looked back at the two men, his eyes still wide. They weren't that demon, they were different. He tore his eyes away from them and looked at the horrid scene. He could hear and see the flashes of camera shutters. He could smell the stench of the blood and sweat.

The tears that had stopped flowing begun once more, slowly trickling down his cheeks from his clear blue eyes. From within the closet the scene looked different, almost as if it protected him from the horrors of it all, but now there were no doors to block the view. He saw it clearer, he saw the reality.

A coat fluttered within his view, blocking the horrid sight once more. It covered him completely, covering his head like a hood. Sanji turned away from the direction, coming face to face to a white haired man who held a cigar in his mouth. He pulled the boy forward and into a hug before lifting him slowly as he stood straight. He kept his large hand on the boys head, this was to assure himself that the boy couldn't lift it up and peak at the horrific scene he had already endured within that closet.

"Smoker Sir…" The two officers who found Sanji spoke.
"You let him see the crime scene, you should have blocked his view as soon as you found him!" Smoker hissed, outraged that they hadn't acted quickly.
"We're sorry Sir." The two officers didn't know what to say, they knew Smoker was right.
Smoker sighed. "I'll come back as soon as I have him out of here." With that said, Smoker left the room, the sound of the shutters and flashing lights faded until it was quiet.

The tears had stopped and Sanji soon realised he had been taken all the way to the ground floor of the hotel. He was gently placed on a seat in the hotels restaurant. Smoker sat across from the boy, gazing back at what almost looked like a shell of a child.

He had heard from the hotel staff that the room was occupied by a French family of three. He thanked the heavens he had studied foreign languages for a moment like this - well not exactly like this, he never ever wanted to find a child at a murder scene.

"Bonjour, Mon nom est Smoker et vous?" Hello, My name is Smoker and you?
Smoker was happy to see the boy react to him, looking up from the table and at him. He waited for the boy to speak but the younger child just stared blankly at him.

"Sanji Vinsmock..." The boy finally replied.

"Quel âge avez-vous, Sanji?" How old are you Sanji?

Sanji replied quickly this time. "Je viens d'avoir dix ans" I just turned 10 years old.

"So young" Smoker mumbled, frowning to himself. Sanji tilted his head slightly, he knew the older man spoke but he couldn't comprehend the words. At the moment, a young woman walked up to the two of them.
"Yes Tashigi?" Smoker asked
"Smoker Sir, I came from the scene to swap with you if you wanted to go back to it."
He sighed. "It's fine, I'll go back later once I take him back to the station. We're conversing at the moment."

Tashigi nodded before looking at Sanji instead. She smiled gently at him.
"Bonjour"
"Bonjour" Sanji smiled sadly back at her. He shuffled over and tapped the seat beside him, gesturing to the older woman to sit next to her.
Tashigi looked at Smoker who nodded, telling her to do it. The boy was interacting and speaking with them, it was a good thing.

Sanji gazed at Tashigi, she was as beautiful as his Mother, it made him think of his mother and whenever they sat next to each other they would hum.
Sanji automatically began to hum gently, Tashigi recognised the tune and began to hum along with him, surprising the boy.

Before Smoker knew it, Sanji was smiling as he hummed along side Tashigi. They were both rocking side to side until the song ended.
"Merci" Sanji spoke. He was thankful that the two officers with him had helped cheer him up, just a little. Enough to allow him an escape from the recent memory that continued to haunt him.

A waiter came over noticing that Smoker had waved him over.
"Good evening, what would you like?" The waiter asked
"Could we have a large chocolate sundae and two small ice-cream cones please?" Smoker asked the waiter.
"Yes Sir" The man said to Tashigi before leaving.

This time, Tashigi took out her pen and notepad and began to draw a simple game on the paper. Sanji looked at the game, even he knew it. Tic Tac Toe.
After a few games, Sanji was smiling a little less sadder. Having won every time made him happy. However he was beginning to suspect that Tashigi was losing to him on purpose to keep him happy.
"Here you go" The waiter smiled at the three, placing the large chocolate sundae and handing the small ice-cream cone to Tashigi and Smoker.

Sanji looked shocked at the ice-cream that was pushed towards him. He turned his wide eyes to Tashigi and Smoker, looking between the two who simply nodded, telling him to dig in.
He shakily grabbed the spoon, and began to eat the ice-cream and as he dug into his ice-cream, enjoying every bite of the sweet flavour. He couldn't help the tears that flowed down his face, he choked back his sobs as he ate the sweet dessert. The memories of the happiest days of his life with his parents played in his mind like a record and he knew that he could never see them again, that he could never taste his fathers delicious cooking.

That they would never see him grow up.
That his dream was now shattered.

Sanji was half way through his sundae when he stopped eating. The tears still flowing. Tashigi grabbed a napkin and wiped his tears and his mouth before hugging him gently. She had whispered words of comfort to him, even if he didn't understand it, the tone was enough to sooth him.
She held him until his body stopped shaking, until his breathing evened out telling her that he had fallen asleep.

Smoker looked at the sleeping boy in her arms.
"You almost look like a Mother." Smoker smirked.
Tashigi blushed. "It's a normal woman's instincts to cradle a crying child."
Smoker chuckled. "Lets go back to the station." He suggested, standing up from his seat.
She lifted up the boy and followed behind him.
"What do we do?" Tashigi whispered to Smoker.
"Contacting the French Government is first priority and having them contact any known relatives in France." Smoker looked down at her. "Can you do that for me as soon as we get back, Tashigi?"

She nodded firmly. "Yes sir!"

The rest of the drive back to the station was quiet. They left the car and entered the station to see a few people still at their desks. Nobody said a word, noting that the child they carried was asleep. However, they all couldn't help but think the three of them looked like a nice little family.

Tashigi gently placed the boy on the couch near Smokers desk. As soon as that was done, Tashigi bowed and immediately left to begin her task of informing the French government of the death of their citizens.
Smoker sighed as he sat in his chair at his desk. He decided he would write the report later, once he got the photographs from the crime scene. He contemplated going back just to have a better look at it but first, he would wait for Tashigi to come back so someone would stay with Sanji.

"Sergeant Smoker!" Ah, there she was. Smoker turned in his seat to look at her.

"I reported the incident to the French authorities, they are currently unable to find records of other family members of relation. They ask us to contact them back if there's any contact numbers found with the family."

"I see." Smoker breathed deeply on his cigar, puffing the smoke out slowly.
"Was there any contact details with the family?" Tashigi asked.
"As far as I know, none have been found. If we can't find any, the French authorities will take Sanji anyway and, by my guess, they'll probably send him to an orphanage if family member's cannot be found."
"I see…" Tashigi whispered sadly.
"Tashigi, I'm going back to the hotel to look at the scene myself, stay with Sanji alright?"
"Yes Sir!" She saluted him before watching as he left the building and headed towards the police car.

In his heart, Smoker silently vowed, that he would never rest until the murderer was found and locked away.
Once the killer had been imprisoned, he would personally throw away the key.