Nille: Hi there! Now I'm back again and rewriting every chapters of 'Dragged to the limit'. Everyone who have read it before, can see that it is only small changing that I'm doing, but in the same time big ones… if you get what I mean^o^;
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Zoro: No, thankfully not.
Nille: Aww… that wasn't nice!
Zoro: -smirks- here you go.
Dragged to the limit
Now, tell me one thing… how the hell did all this happen again? The fuck, I don't have any idea! First of all; that fucking love-cook gets hot on a little chick down at the Centrum of this cracked hole of a city! Second; we get drunk –yeah, yeah, I got drunk! The fuck! I know that I normally wouldn't get drunk, but I did, okay? But tell me then; who the hell could else take an ease with a bottle with so much percent of alcohol in it, eh? Na, I thought so… Okay, okay. That was the first… then I wake up in a damn cursed hole with that shitty cook! And not only that; that shit head is so damn drunk that he doesn't even remember anything aand got a damn big headache and a "stomach turner"… do I have to cut it out for you? He throws up! And then this noisy fat ass comes in and yells something up there piss off that damn (also noisy) cook;
"The hell it stinks that crap! Hey you, dry your own shit up, your damn cook!"
"You crazy, fat ass? Dry it up your own! It's your own floor!"
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2. Chapter
A sense of madness
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The sound of dripping water hitting the cold stoned floor was echoing in the whole room, suddenly it got even lauder and more irritating to listen at, that it almost was driving Zoro crazy. Beside that, it was completely silence. The fat man that Sanji kicked out earlier still laid unmoving out in the corridor, if he was alive he was breathing unbelievable quit so it couldn't be heard. Sanji self was still hanging up in his shackles, his legs still pointing in that direction he had kicked the fat man. After a while he let them fall down again, breaking the silence and sneered at the unconscious man and those who apparently also stood anxiously out in the corridor.
"Touch me one more time again," the cook sneered at the shocked men "and I'll kick you all the way out to the middle of the ocean where you all can search for the Fishmen Island. You damn, fucking, prick-heads!" The men stood for a moment more, then they turned around on their heels and ran away, as had he send a mad, barking dog right after them.
Zoro shook his head and turned his gaze up to the ceiling; it looked like there was no ending at it, so far it went up, that dark shadows were hiding the truly ceiling. A cooling wind from somewhere up there, blew down towards the two prisoners and cooled them a bit off, but in the same time it also brought down a harsh smell of something like rotten meat and dried blood. Zoro wriggled his nose in disgust, and sighed heavily as he pushed away the thought about where or what it could have been. "Looks like you got rid off your headache, eh?" he suddenly spoke up to the far away ceiling.
"What the fuck do you mean?" the cook grumbled, well knowing who the moss-head were talking to.
Zoro didn't look away from what he was starring at and cocked a brow.'How fare away was that ceiling, anyway?' he thought. Weird enough he didn't care about where the disgusting smell came from. "I mean; since you can kick around like that," he finally said. "Screaming, yelling and… how did you get your legs free?" He suddenly had glanced over at him, remembering and seeing that the shitty Blondie no longer had any manacles around his legs anymore.
"That fat ass over there "helped" me out off them." The cook said and tipped his head in that direction where he kicked him.
"So, why you kicked him then?"
"That son of a bitch touched me!!" Sanji screamed with a high squeaky voice at the green haired man. Zoro showed his arms up to his ears to protect them from the squeaky terror. Man, it wouldn't wonder him if it could had bin heard on the other side of the Grand Line.
"I'm not deaf, curl-brow, so stop fucking screaming up like that!" He grumbled at the cook.
"But he touched me!!"
"So? What, no big deal, even I have touched you." The cook's brain cells must had take a humongous damage, when he emptied the half of the second bottle of wine, or what-so-ever-it-now-had-been that they had got to drink back then in that bitch's apartment, Zoro thought.
"That is fucking not the same, shit-head," Sanji growled up, but still in his squeaky voice. "He touched, he touched… where no normal man NEVER would… place there hands!"
"Oh," Zoro responded, not getting it at first, then he turned his head away, blushing. "Oohh…!"
"What's up with that long dragging "Oh" of yours?" Sanji asked irritated, blushing as well… but that was mostly of pure anger. "The hell yeah, he touched me right there, that fucking prick-head; also mumbling of so much about how he-he wanted t-to taste-?!"
Zoro lifted a brow in abhorrence as he saw the chef twisting his body in a sudden of pain, and pulled up both of his legs to his chest, like trying to protect his stomach from what-so-ever-it-now-was. Then all of a sudden he became pale as a sheet and started to shake dramatically.
"Sh-shit, it… hurts…!" he heard the cook mutter before he stretched out in fully length and screamed out in pain.
"What the fuck is happening?" the swordsman asked, completely failed to hide the worrying tone in his voice. Sanji would never make such a scene out of anything at all, and besides; that was a real scream of pain and not one of irritation or anger.
"I. I don't… know," the young chef managed to hiss out between his clenched teeth as he tried to hold back the overwhelming pain. It felt like thousand and thousand of knifes cutting through his inner organs, turning and twisting, like a fire there were burning him up from inside, tearing, ripping it all into smaller pieces. Suddenly he hurled his head back, slamming it into the wall as a new wave of inhumanly pain was over flouting his entire body. "Th-the f-freaking idiot m-ma-HNGH -managed to bite... bite me, as I-I kicked him a-away-AARGH!!" He screamed again of his lungs full power and wrenched in pain. Sweets lay on his forehead, and he suddenly started to breath heavy. 'What the fuck is wrong with me? Was the fuck-head poisoned or what?' Thousand of knifes turned inside of him once again, making him gulping up, to his own fear he recognized the metallic taste in his mouth. 'No! Damn hell no!!'
Zoro had seen enough as the red liquid slowly ran out from the chef's mouth, making him looking even more pail than before, and grabbed the chains above him and pulled as hard as he could to release himself. Even that he didn't like that damn love-cook; he hated to see anyone of his comrades like this… no, he wouldn't allow such a thing to happen, if he could prevent it. He pulled again, but nothing happened, those damn chains didn't even move an inch!
"One minute…" a calm voice suddenly spoke up.
They both looked up as they heard it, and out from the corridor entered a high, thin, pale man. His hair was long and fair and his eyes as grey as ash. He dragged a thin smile over his face and giggled a little.
"What?" Zoro asked with a lifted brow.
"Fifty-five seconds and your friend here will be dead." Sanji's eyes widened as he heard that, but didn't get the chance to say anything as a new wave of pain filled his whole body, making him throwing up more blood. He wrenched and bit in his lip, so hard so the skin tore. The pale man glared down at the unconscious fat man on the floor and shook his head. "Pity, pity… I just told you not to touch my prey, not this one at all. He is too… precious!" The pale man pulled out a needle and walked towards the painfully cook. Sanji drew back, as much as he now could, as the man in front of him showed some of his hair to one side so he could get a better view of his neck.
"You not... fucking touching me!" the younger teen spoke up with a deadly glare at the man, but he didn't look like he noticed it or rather ignored it.
"Forty-two seconds left… you rather die on this pathetic way? Die by a bite from an infected?" the pale man asked. Sanji glared at him with daggers in his eyes. If looks could kill, this damn idiot would defiantly be dead by now. What ever it was in that needle it could either cure him or make him die faster. No hell he wanted to die now! Not now! He sighed and finally shook his head slowly.
"Good," the man said with a thin smile crossing his face again and stung the needle in his neck. Sanji froze and his eyes widened even more as the icy-cold liquid flowed into his veins and struck him like small, sharp needles, soon after the needle was pulled out again. The cold sensation spread out through his whole body, stroking him like thousand of needles, it hurt, yes, but not on the same way as before. After a few seconds he breathed out in relief and relaxed in his whole body as all the pain finally were gone. His eyelids got heavier and before he knew of it, he had passed out. Minutes passed as the pale man still kept standing in front of the young chef, there mostly looked like he was sleeping by now. Silence engulfed them again, only being interrupted by the sound of dripping water, what was once again going Zoro on the nerve.
"What the hell did you do to him?" he suddenly spoke up, pissed off by this cursing silence, where nothing was happening. "What was that for a bite from an infected that you were talking about? The hell you meant about that, ha?"
The man barely looked at him as he answered him. "What I gave him was a vaccine against The Black Flue. A flue there kills people short time after they have bin bitten by a Black king Mamba."
"A Black king Mamba?" Zoro asked sceptical. "Isn't that some sort of a snake? But I didn't see any snake near the cook!"
"Indeed, it is. And the reason that you didn't see any snake is that Trevor here once got bitten by one, but lucky for him, he was somehow immune against the bite. And somehow he got the ability from it; the poison lays in his blood and whoever he bite, will get infected by the flue." He chuckled a little and then looked up at the swordsman with a smile there was too creepy to even look at. "So be careful around him; he might come to bite you if you piss him to much off. Course he has also the ability to control how long you are goanna lives and how much pain you're goanna have; from five minutes up to even three months."
Zoro turned his gaze away and starred directly into the grey wall in front of him; higher up and he could see some sort of orange lamps there was the source to the light in this little room. After a little while he spoke up again. "So, who are you anyway?" he asked. "And why the hell have you brought us into this place?" The man didn't answer and not long time after, the chef finally started to show that he still were alive. And by the look of his expression, he had got his headache back.
"Long time no seen, Black Leg Sanji," The pale man said with a thin smile, as had they just meet each other. Sanji looked angrily up on the smirking man with a lifted brow.
"Oi! Answer when people talks to you!" Zoro growled as the pale man had completely ignored him now.
"What the hell happened?" Sanji sneered, also ignoring the grumbling swordsman. "And who the hell are you, shit-head? Never seen you before!"
"Strong words, bad words, Mr. Black Leg, not suiting you at all, that's not what people want to have these days."
"What the heck do you mean?" the cook asked, copying the swordsman's grumbling. "You some sort of a slave trader?"
"No, no, Mr. Black Leg, not at all." The man answered. Sanji caught a climbs in his eyes there made him pretty nervous. "I'm not selling slaves, I'm selling expressions!"
In the same time Zoro was about to roar up in frustration as the sound of dripping water was going him pretty much on his nerves again; now it also started to drip down at him, and the thing that he was being completely ignored. He cocked his head up, closing his one eye as one of the drops landed right in it. Then he couldn't take it any longer and roared up so both the pale man and Sanji (if he could) almost felt over in shock. "Damn fucking prick heads!" he roared. "You could at least have fixed that damn ceiling of yours before you threw us into this cell, couldn't you?!" Then he froze and gasped. Eyes widened as he saw what coursed this constantly, irritating sound of dripping water. "W-what the heck is this place, anyway?" he gasped. Sanji raised his head and looked mystifies up to the ceiling, searching for what could course that even Zoro could get terrified of it. First he couldn't see anything else than the deep darkness above them, but when he tried to concentrate and focus even more on the dark ceiling, small shadows appeared all the way up at the walls. 'What are those shadows?' Sanji though. 'Why the heck does Zoro get scared about some kind of…!!!' His eye widened horrified up as he now could see what those shadows were. All around them they now could see a weak shape of bloody human bodies hanging down from the walls, all the way up to the ceiling. They were all dead!
All that sound of dripping water they had heard all the time, had never bin water… but blood! Sanji turned his head and starred horrified on Zoro who was all covered up in human blood. Even Zoro realized it by now and did all what he could to dry it off in his shirt; rather have it on your clothes then in your face, he though.
The pale man smirked at the two teens terrified looks there now was turned towards him, then anger filled there inner soul, there clearly burned in their eyes. If they where free, they would have killed him on the spot… if it was possible. "You…!" Sanji spoke in a dangerous tone, promising him all death and pain on the earth. The man just stood there and smiled at him.
"I'm an artist," he said. "And for that I need tools."
"Tools…?" Sanji roared. "That is human bodies you are talking about!" he clenched his fists and tossed a kick after that psychopaths head, but the man avoid it easy and grabbed the next leg there came right after it. He clenched his fist around it, so hard that the blonde actually thought that he would break it right over. It hurt like hell, but he managed to keep a scream from bursting out. The man pushed his leg up as he walked closer towards him.
"I could make a pretty masterpiece out of you, people loves something like this and it is selling pretty good; light hair, baby blue eye; just too sad that there only are one of them," Zoro looked up, shocked by the news. 'Sanji does actually only have one eye?'"What there have happened to that eye, I do not know and I do not care," the man continued "but that is some nasty look when you're seeing it…" He showed some of the hair to one side, revealing that half of his face that he normally kept hiding from everyone else. Unfortunately or lucky enough, the swordsman couldn't see any of it, the only thing he saw was that terrified look in the chef's normal visible eye... not long time after it darkened it hate and anger. "But anyhow," the pale shit-head continued, like the deadly stare didn't affect him and let the bangs fall over the half of the blondes face again "I could always fix that; they never would be able to see the different of it." Saying that the cook got angrily at the pale man was an understatement, he was furious and managed to swing his free leg towards the mans head (Zoro wondering how the hell he ever could turn that leg that much as he did) and sending him right into the wall right beside him. But unfortunately was the man still holding tight around his other leg, what brought to that it was forced up to the wall and a high crunch-sound was to hear in the room. His legs never got that far behind his own head, which was normally impossible. 'Damn it!' Sanji bit in his lower lip and tossed his head behind as a tearful pain was overwhelming his over twisted knee.'That fucking idiot did that on purpose!'
The man pulled back from the wall, strange enough there where no scratches nor any sign of injuries to see on him, like nothing ever had happened to him. He still held a tight grasp around the chef's knee, and looked up with a false sad face. "Oh my, I'm sorry to say that," he said with a 'sadly' voice "but I think that I might have twisted your knee a bit too much."
"You damn fucking-AARRGH!" Sanji never finished his line as the pale man took a good grip above and under his knee and twisted it hard to the left. "Stop it. It… hurts!"
"OI! LEAVE HIM ALONE, SHIT-HEAD!!" Zoro roared up, fighting hard to pull his hands out off the manacles, not even care about if he in the attempt would come to break some of the bones in his hands. "He have fucking not done anything to you! The hell! We don't even know who the fuckyou are!"
There was a little chuckle before an answer came. "Perhaps you do not know me, Mr. Roronoa Zoro, but your comrade here does. Am I not right, Mr. Black Leg?" But Sanji didn't even get the chance to answer back, as he clenched his teeth shut to avoid his next scream to appear, as the man once again twisted his leg more to the left. Suddenly he gave it a last, hard twist and a loud crunch-sound was once again to hear, louder than before, and a blood-curdling scream abruptly echoed through the whole room, ripping out through the chef's throat. Sanji bend his head down; his teeth biting hard down in his bloody lips and his bang hiding the fat tears, there now was appearing from his eyes and roll down towards his nose, where it finally slipped and dropped down on the cold, blood-streamed, stoned floor. "Oupsi…!" the pale man said with a smirk. "I might have broken your leg this time." He let go of the cook's leg, there where twisted all the way around on an inhumanly way, and let it fall lifeless into the wall with a sound of a thunk.
Zoro roared up as a mad man, but Sanji could not really put together what it was he was saying, actually he couldn't put anything together of what there was happening either. Everything was dancing around his head, everything got blurred and a sickening pain pierced through his whole leg; just one movement on it and it became worse to hold out. Just the thought of it was making him sort of dizzy. 'Fuck! What the heck have I done to end up in a place like this?' Sanji said by himself, 'Oh yeah… I'm a pirate! That must be the reason… Man, it hurts!' He glanced over at the swordsman, there suddenly had become all quit of a sudden. "What have you done to him?" He asked, but he wasn't even sure about that he was saying it or just thinking it.
A little time after everything became a bit clearer and he could now see that Zoro was starring back at him, wide-eyed, or, it wasn't him in particular he was starring fearfully at, but the man beside him, or he was looking rather shocking at him. Sanji turned his head to see what the maniac now was doing, but only made it halfway as a sudden pain hit his knee again as the man was twisting it back on it's proper place.
"Well, you do want to walk on your leg again, don't you?" It was rather a teasing answer than a nice question, and the last broke was heard as the leg came inn in place. "But unfortunately your kneecap is broken… there are nothing ells to do then to operate."
"Ope-what?!" Sanji asked, the word had made his brain clearer again. "You're not fucking goanna touch me again!"
"Oh, but else it wouldn't be fun to get my proper revenge thought!"
"What kind of –HNNG! What the hell are you doing?" The man smirked but didn't look up to him as he had drawn a little thin knife, pulled the cook's pants up and already started to cut in his skin. "You not… Stop it –HNNG!"
"STOPIT!" the man paused with his tiny knife and looked up at the source of the commanding roar. Zoro stared at the man with a glimpse in his eye there was hungry after killing someone… someone right before him. "Leave him alone or you're a dead man!" he hissed through his gritted teeth and clenched his hands.
"And, what would you do to stop me?" the pale man asked with a calm voice and went back to what he was doing. "If I did as you asked me so politely about, your friend here would never be able to walk on that leg again… and in this state he is in now, he would loose a lot of blood, so please stop interrupting me and let me finish my working." Zoro frowned but didn't say anything. Unfortunately the man was right. And fuck, he couldn't do anything either to stop this maniac.
The knife went deeper into Sanji's leg and Sanji had to force himself not to say anything, only biting in the pain. He tossed his head back and closed his eyes. 'Man, it hurts like hell!' He screamed inside of his head. 'I. I can't take this much longer… FUCK!!' "AARRGH!!" a scream managed its way out of his throat, as he suddenly could feel something going deeper into the meat of his knee and like scraping in it.
"What, what are you… you doing?" he asked with a weak voice.
"Pulling out the bone-pieces," he said calm, as was it nothing special. "Else I can't replace my own kneecap in your leg."
"Y-your what?!" Sanji looked horrified down, now he could see what make the shit-headed marimo so damn shocked; in his one hand the pale man was holding a bloody piece of some sort of a bone. Looking more down Sanji could see that his one knee was all bloody as well. 'He had been cutting in him self and said nothing at all? The man must be fucking sick in his head!'"I don't want your fucking…"
"Stand still or I might come to torn a ligament." Sanji shut his mouth right away. The pain started to overwhelming him as never before, almost became impossible to stand out. He got a sickening feeling in his head and was feeling like he was about to either throw up again or passing out. He glanced one last time at the man in front of him, but everything around him had started to blurring and unclear, accept for one little person in the room that he haven't seen before now. In the shadows of the orange light from the lamps, stood a little girl with a raven dark hair and just looked at him. Sanji closed his eyes and shook his head to be sure about that he didn't just saw things there wasn't there, but when he opened his eyes once again, the little girl was still standing at the same spot, with no expression on her face… just watching him.
"Who… is that girl, anyway?" he asked with a weak voice, not expecting anyone to answer him, then he couldn't stand out the pain any longer and let out a heart wrenching scream before he lost his consciousness. Everything went dark and silent.
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Zoro jerked his head up and then looked around the whole room, his gaze ended at the smirking maniac in front of him. "So, what do you want now?" he asked him in a calm voice, well aware that he wanted to jump up and rip his head of his shoulders instead. The man smiled even wider.
"Nothing special," he said.
"Then back off from me, you're too damn close to me!"
"Oh, don't like any humanly contact?"
"The only other human in here hangs over there in deep sleep! You on the other hand have never been humanly!" The man laughed highly and then patted the swordsman on his chin.
"You are rather funny, my dearest friend, but please, do not tease me. It would just ruin the upcoming fun."
Zoro pulled his head away. "The hell you mean with that?" he growled.
The man kept his smile on his face and pulled his hand away from the green haired mans face. "Oh, you just wait and see." He took a step back, eyes still locked with the younger man, and then turned away and walked towards the fainted cook. He bowed down and cocked his head so he could get a better view of the sleeping chef's face. How long had he been passed out by now? Ten-fifteen minutes? Then it was time to wake him up again, or else it would be too boring, if they should wait until he woke up by himself. He pulled out a tiny bottle from his pocket in his shirt, and by holding it between his to fingers, he shook it lightly so the liquid could get to its right consistence.
Zoro glanced towards them, keeping a good eye with what the sick headed maniac now was up to do. He saw him pulling of the cork of the bottle and then put it under the cook's nose, not long time after the cook wrenched his nose in disgust and pulled his head away from the smell, but without opening his eyes.
"Luffy, you damn idiot, you burning the feathers again?" he mumbled. "Those damn things can't be eaten!"
"What the hell are you mumbling about, shit-cook?" The swordsman asked with a lifted brow. "That doesn't give any sense!"
"Hm?" Sanji cracked an eye open and didn't like the first sight he saw: The shit-headed marino.
"Oh, finally awake again, Mr. Black Leg Sanji, what a pleasure." The pale man said with a light tone. Sanji frowned and glared towards him; the second sight that he hated even more to see.
"Oh fuck, it wasn't a nightmare thought…?" he sighed. "And I rather think that the pleasure is all yours. By the way," he said with a non-happy smile. "Who the hell are you, anyway? Don't know you a shit!"
"Ah! But it's also a long time ago," the man explained. He waved his one hand to one of his men, there had dared to return back again, and one of them disappeared right away again. Suddenly Sanji heard a loud cracking sound above his head and without noticing anything he got over balance and felt down to the grown, right beside the sickness he had thrown up earlier, the handcuffs laid all loosened beside his hands. Sanji pushed himself up to his arms, not to fall entirely into the pool of sickness, but he only made it halfway as the man above him stomped his leg right onto his back, so he fell back again, landing right into the pool on the floor, head first.
Sanji screamed in disgust, almost throwing up again because of the stink, but couldn't get back up to his arms as the pale man now stomped on his head, smirking.
"But perhaps you could remember a sudden lady with the name of Belinda? Back at that sea-restaurant, The Baratie, you worked on before? Remember anything about her?!" Squeezing the cook's head more into the disgusting sickness, he lifted his own head up, staring down back at him, with a sick smile of triumph.
"Doesn't, remember… a shit…!" Sanji managed to say. Anger rose inside of Zoro and made his blood boiling, as the pale man once again stomped at the chef's head, harder as before. He pulled fiercely at his manacles, trying to pull them out from the wall.
"You damn son of a bitch! What the fuck you think you are doing to him?!" he roared up. "You damn fucking have done enough against him, you sick-headed maniac! Hey! Didn't you understand what I said? Leave him, you –OUCH!" Zoro silenced at once as all of his air in his lungs suddenly got punched out.
"Shut the fuck up, swordsman," a thin, green-haired man, in a black suit said to him. "Can't you damn see that our boss is talking to your friend?"
"You are calling that for talking? Are you all sick in your heads?" A second punch hit him at the same spot and Zoro bent over in pain. Why the hell did the hits hurt him that fucking bad? Such an ant as that little shit-head (there apparently had the same hair colour as he had) could never keep so much strength in those little hands… now could he?
"I said; don't. Know. Anyone with that, name!" Sanji once again said, fighting hard against not to throw up again. The man moved his foot away from the chef's head and once again waved with his one hand. The handcuffs tightened around the young chef's wrists once again, as he got pulled out of the sickness on the floor, and he gouged wildly, as some of the sickness had pressed itself into his mouth again.
The blonde man stepped aside as one of his men came back. Sanji didn't observe it, but suddenly a big mass of water hit him, as the one of the men had thrown a big pail of water at him.
"Stop fooling around and tire up this mans legs," the pale man said now to the little, greenhaired man. "And this time be sure about that he can't move them an inch!" The man did this without Sanji even did observe him, the only thing he knew about they where touching his legs, was that damn stinging in his one knee; the knee that the idiot had bin cutting in.
Sanji moved his head from one side to another so his hair would move away from his eyes, without the big luck… and instead the headache came back again. Damn it, he had just got rid of it. Suddenly someone pulled his head back as he ripped in his hair, and that annoying face of the pale man was almost nose to nose to him. "Listen carefully cook, and remember what you're now are about to hear, my patience are slipping out…" he said with an angrily shaking tone with the else so calm voice. "My name is Clay Bone Poniard and I have a good reputation here in this city, on the one and other way… One wrong step from your side of and the Marine will immediately attack your friends down at the harbour! Got that, Shit-cook?"
A spit landed on the right cheek of Clay's face and the cook was sending him a sarcastical smile. "Listen up, mudhead; I don't care how your reputation is in this town or who the fuck you are… No Marines can ever scare the shit out of our crew! No matter what is going to happen!"
Clay closed his fist and with a hammer shut he punched the cook right on the side of his head, so it could even had bin heard on the next floor above them… if they even had that, so far away the ceiling now were. It took Sanji several minutes to wake up from his unconsciousness again and even after he regained his sight, everything was still dancing around him in this room… even the room itself! Man, even neither Zoro nor Franky could ever hit that hard, it was, as was his fist been made out of iron or something like that.
Sanji looked up again as his sight got better again and his headache had stopped blowing his brain into small pieces, and saw directly in to those grey, almost lifeless and cold eyes there belonged to that damn shithead. Smiling with an unreal smile he did and once again pulling in the chef's yellow hair and pointing his index finger into his chest. "You are the damn main reason to what happened to my beloved Belinda!" he said.
"I'm sorry that your hearing has become so bad," the cook said irritated "but as I said to you before: I DON'T KNOW THE FUCK WHO THIS LADY IS!!"
Suddenly a picture got pressed up in his face, and Clay hissed through his teeth. "Remember now, cook-san? Rememorize her now?"
"How the hell should I…?" Sanji growled. "You dump your paper right in front of my nose!" Without a word, Clay pulled away the chef's head and the picture in his hand, so the prisoner could get a better view of it. Sanji stunned and dropped his mouth. It was a picture with him and a young beautiful girl, booth of them about seventeen, standing in front of the Baratie, and they where, what, kissing? Her hair looked silky brown and her little thin frame harmonized perfectly into his arms. Suddenly a light turned on in his mind and he remembered her once again. It was even his first kiss and he was in love… he never would forget that kiss, it was, as could he still feel her soft lips against his own even by now… then, how could he ever forget her? He loved her all over the world and she loved him, but she was a guest back then and he was a chef on the Baratie. She staid there for about a month to work, apologised herself with that she couldn't pay for all the delicious food. Sanji would had paid for her, but again, he was glad that he didn't do it back then, else they would have been able to be together. It was a wonderful time, he remembered, they were hugging, kissing, spent every night together, watching the sun go to 'sleep', the stars and the moon on the dark sky to wake up, telling each other stories, laughing and having a good time together. And even on his day off he took her with him to the land and spent all day together with her in the park or where else she wished to be. One day she even said to him that she wanted to spent the rest of her life together with him, and one day, when they got old enough, perhaps making a family. Sanji was over thrilled to hear this, and promised to wait on for her forever. But in the same time she didn't look very happy about his answer, or, she was mostly scared to hear his answer.
"I do love you, Sanji-kun, and I do want to share the rest of my life with you, if it's possible, but… If I do not return back to you, please Sanji-kun, go on with your life! My only wish is that you are happy, and I don't want to stand in your way, even if you should find another person than me." She had said to him back then. He had looked confused down at her and tightened his grip around her silky little hand.
"But," he had said but she hushed on him and put her one finger on his lips, those soft fingers.
"Please, Sanji-kun, please understand me; I don't want you to ruin your life by waiting on me, if I never should return back to you." He had never understand what she had meant back then (perhaps this shit-head was the reason?), but as they both had feared she never returned back to the Baratie. It had broken his heart into thousand pieces, and he actually though that he never would find the love in his life ever again. Not until a certain loony rubberman came into his life, two years later, and with him a crazy crew and a wonderful Nami-swan. Once again he was in love, sadly enough that she didn't really showed it back, but he was a patient man and could wait, wait for her till she realized it.
"Oh, looks like you remember her once again…!" Clay said and ripped the cook out of his thoughts by pulling the picture away.
Sanji looked up, at first very confused, but then put on a thin smile. "So, what does this beauty have to do with you?" A hand got slammed right beside his head into the wall and a dark shadow flowed over Clay's pale face.
"She was my fiancé, you Don Juan!" he told with a scarring low and calming voice.
"Oh oh, looks like someone hasn't been using his brain on that time," Zoro said from his corner of the room. "And even forgot to turn it on again!"
"Shut up, Moss-head!" Sanji growled at him. "You don't understand a fucking thing!"
"No, I don't. You never been telling that you got a third woman… or how many is it by now?"
"MARIMO…! YOU ARE SO MUCH DEAD AFTER ALL THIS SHIT!!"
"Do not forget the situation you are in right here and now!" Clay interrupted irritated. "You flirted around with my fiancé back then, kissing her and fucking her up!" The calmness became harder and creepier to listen at.
Sanji scowled at him. "That such a crap to blow out," He yelled out angrily. "We never been doing such a,"
"You are the one who make her wanting to leave me; you are the damn main reason for what fucked happened to my beloved Belinda… For all that I have been through, for what I had... to do!" He was now closing the distance between there faces even more as he spoke, to the end, they once again almost was nose to nose, and his voice became lower and more harsh. "You took her away from me, you son of a bitch!"
"Took her away?" Sanji repeated with a harsh voice. "She never returned back, asshole!" Clay grabbed his face and slammed it into the wall.
"You stole my fiancé! You took her away from me… It's your entire fault… what happened to her!"
",…" Sanji starred back at him, anxiousness and a creepy feeling rose inside of him, he tried to cover it with anger, but his voice cracked when he dared to speak again. "What… what have you done to her?" Those cold eyes there were staring into his cobalt blue eye showed no feelings at all, they were just… empty… and hatefully. That pissed Sanji more off. "Answer me! What the fuck have you done to her?!" he yelled. "Where is she, where the hell is she? What have you done to her?!" A thin smile crossed the pale mans face, a weird smile, and then he laughed coldly. "Whut?" Sanji asked irritated.
"Simple; I killed her!"
Both Sanji and Zoro stiffened. Both starred shocked at the pale man who had a sick smile crossing his pale face and eyes there now where full of madness. It felt like the world was crashing down around the cook's ears.
"You… what…? You DID, WHAT?!" Clay laughed and pressed his fingers more into the chef's cheeks as his face came closer to his again… he loved to watch peoples expressions rising in there eyes… or in this case; in the eye.
"Sanji-kun! Sanji-kun!! Please help me! Help me, Sanji-kun!!" he suddenly said with a girly voice. Sanji starred at him with a lifted brow. "Khehehehe. Oh, my dearest friend, you should have heard her pitifully screams. Begging you to come and safe her, then she wanted you to forever stay away from this island… and then again she wanted you to come and safe her… your name was even the last word she spooked out before her last breath… but sadly enough you just never came to safe her."
"You are lying… YOU ARE FUCKING LYING!" Suddenly, before he could blink, Sanji's mouth got forced open and he felt something cold touching his tongue, something there tasted like iron.
"Where the hell did that knife just come from?" he heard Zoro say with a shock in his voice. "F-from his hand?" The sharp blade touched the roof inside of his mouth, what coursed Sanji wanting to cough, but not daring, as he was to terrified to get cut.
"I. am, never, lying, my dearest, friend!" Clay said with a deep and harsh tone in his voice. "If I couldn't get her, no one should ever have her! Got it, Blondie?"
"Yuh, shick!" The cook managed to spit out. Clay stabbed his "knife" deeper into the cook's throat, hitting its inner wall now. Sanji wrenched his body by the touch and a bitter taste of blood dripped down on his tongue.
"Tsk, tsk. Watch your mouth, young man, or you'll hurt yourself," Suddenly, out of the blue, a kick hit the pale man right on the side of his head and sending him flying sideways into the wall. His "gorillas" stood shocked, didn't get what just had happened. Then when they realized it, they ran over to their boss, there swung an arm out to keep them out of distance.
"Don't you dare to put a knife into any of my nakamas mouth again, you maniac!" Zoro yelled up, hanging in his chains with a good grip on them and with a dark green leg still pointing that way it had send that idiot to. Clay licked the blood away from his lips, as he just sat there and was starring deadly at the swordsman.
"Leave him, his not that worth!" he commanded the little green haired man, there was about to kick the hell shit out off that damn swordsman. He snared at him, turned around on his heel and walked over to the far end of the room, placing himself at the corner with his arms crossed over each other.
"You damn fucking prick-idiot!" Sanji suddenly roared up. "He could have cut my mouth open, you shit-head!"
"Well, then there would had been a lot quieter at the ship, wouldn't there? And besides; he didn't even make to slice it."
"The hell he did, he just cut my lip and inside off my mouth… asshole!"
"Why the hell did you then ever open up your mouth, shit-cook?"
"Course he forced it open, marimo!"
"Ah, be `course you were to weak, right?" Weak? The word ranged still in his ears. Sanji clenched his teeth so hard together that it was making a crunch sound, he wasn't weak at all, he was just... He opened up his mouth to yell at the swordsman again, but closed it again as the right words wouldn't come. He thought a little but there came no wise words out of it.
"… Shut the fuck up, cactushead!" he just murmured in the end.
"Ha! Finally ran out off words, shit-cook?"
"The hell is your problem with me today?" Sanji yelled out.
"The damn problem with you," Zoro started in a dark tone and rose up to a colder one "is that you are the fucking, hell problem! You were the one who dragged us into all this shit!"
"YOU DAMN JUST COULD WALK ANOTHER WAY, IF IT WAS SUCH A STUPID THING, OR, JUST KEEP YOUR DIRTY MOUTH AWAY FROM A BOTLE WITH BOOZE!"
"Crap-head, you even pulled me that cursed way!"
"What? Gotten slow or weaker? Or just gotten a bit too lazy?" The blonde said with a forced smile.
"You damn cook! My fingers are scratching after my swords to cut your mouth open so you would remain silence!"
"Freaking marimo…!"
"Ah, not quite the best friends I see!" Clay suddenly spoke out with a thin victory-smile plastered on his pale face. Three deadly eyes were now staring at him.
"THE HELL WE ARE NOT! WE JUST GOT PUTTED ON THE SAME SHIP!" they both growled up irritated about his interruption.
"Oh, I see… that makes it all more interesting…"
"What are you now talking about, you damn psycho-" Sanji's words got cut right over as Clay, there slowly had neared them again, had put his black-cloved finger in his mouth, forcing it open again and pressed his mouth to the chef's. Sanji's visible eye widened as he felt there lips meeting each other and tried to pull his head away, but the long fingered bastard had a good grip in his blonde hair and it was impossible to move. Clays tongue played around in his mouth, licking the scratches inside of his mouth and running around his tongue, well Sanji tried to keep it unmoveable.
Zoro was making a grimace of disgust when he saw the whole scenario; the other man putting his tongue deep into Sanji's mouth, there was far from liking it, he could had thrown up of disgust of that he was seeing. Clay smiled as he from the corner of his eye could see Zoro's reaction of his doing and went deeper with the kiss.
Sanji closed his eye shot and hoped for it to end soon. His blood started to boiling inside of him, more of anger than of… that other thing there was happening right here and now. Then he got an idea and opened his mouth up further. If the psychopath didn't want to pull his snake tongue out by his own will, then he could get it back in small pieces.
"Bite, and you're a dead man," Clay whispered into his mouth, "and your swordsman over there would then be the next!" and licked the cooks lip where the scratch was. Sanji froze at once. Plan broken. Then after a while he at last pulled away and starred into the chef's shocked eye. He smiled at what he was seeing.
"No, boss, you can't mean it!" one of his "gorillas" all of a sudden yelled up in a shaking tone. "Not, not the kiss of death!"
"The kiss of death?" Zoro repeated with a lifted brow.
"It's to ris-" the man held in as Clay lifted his hand.
"Release the swordsman and get the Things!"
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"So, your name is Sanji… and Zoro?" the little Lolita pointed them out as she spoke out there names, Sanji nodded that much, that Zoro though that his head soon would dribble off.
"Aha! Yes sweetest. But you don't have to bother your innocent, beautiful head to remember on that oafs name." The chef said with a goofy smile and a heart-eye, there almost popped out of his head.
"Oi!" Zoro protested, but hold in as he heard Lolita's beautiful laugher.
"You guys are so funny!" she said and chuckled. He looked away, chins getting red… was he blushing? The hell no! No girl had ever made him blush; only Kuina, but that was a long time ago. Lolita wiped a strand of her hair away behind her ear there had fallen in front of her face. Her brown eyes caught his turn away and she smiled, even he couldn't see it, he could fell it, and that was making him blush even more. Sanji was about to triple over when he heard her voice, lucky enough he didn't saw the marimo's reaction.
"Ah Lolita-chan, you got such a beautiful laugh," he praised at her. "even the angels of the paradise are jalousie of your heavenly voice." Lolita took a hand up too her mouth to cover the big smile there forced itself to show up. Then she turned around, hands behind her back holding that thick book she just had bought.
The two pirates looked long away after her. Then she stopped and turned her face too them, her eyes was closed but she had a smile on her face there even could make the paw melt in front of her.
"I'm living just a couple of blocks away from here… If you want too, you both can come up to my apartment." Both of them starred quizzically at her.
"Oh! No, nononono! I didn't mean it on that way," she corrected fast, turning too them, hands waving fast in front of her. "I just meant that, if you wanted to… we could, well, take a drink together, and then, talk, just talk… oh no this still sounds wrong."
Sanji started to chuckle. "It's okay, little princess, we know what you mean and don't mean," he said with a warm smile, then he turned to the swordsman, there was looking the other way. "Riiight, shit-head?!"
"Whatever," he said, scratching the back of his head "go wherever you want to go… I'm going back to that Tavern we saw back there earlier."
"The hell you are not, cactushead, you just ending up in the wrong end of the town!" The cook said, pointing at him. "I promised Nami-swan too keeps an eye on you, and that's mean that youare staying here with me, wherever I'm going, got that, Mr. No-brain?"
Zoro sighed and strolled after them. "But if anything's happens, you are the one who is responsible of it, Dartbrow!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just come!" the cook said with a winking hand and ran happily up to the little beautiful Lolita, there was smiling when she saw them both coming with her. Zoro turned his face away, blushing once again.
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"What are you blushing about all of a sudden? Liked the kissing scene? Course the hell I didn't!"
"Hn?" Zoro looked confused up, and then turned his gaze away from the boiling chef, there was about to explode of furriness and kill that damn Clay. "No, nothing, just thinking." He said quickly, not caring about that he didn't make any sense. "It rather makes me want to throw up, but what so ever, everything that's about you wants me to throw up!" Sanji mumbled something there wasn't to hear, cursing, he defiantly did, and wishing that shitheaded marimo up to another planet.
Suddenly Zoro's hands got released and he fell down to the floor, not that there was that far down to it. He massaged his wrist, there was hurting like hell after the handcuffs had bitten the skin there for a whole three cursed days, and walked calmly over to the chef and their capture, there still had a hand in his yellow hair. Then, when he was only a few steps away from them, he looked up, fiercely and a lust to kill lighted out from his dark eyes.
"One step nearer and the cook will die," Clay hissed through his teeth. He lifted his free hand, bowed it down with his palm upside up, and then something white grooved out of his palm? It looked like a sharp bone, but Zoro wasn't sure. He lifted a brow in discomfort, but whatsoever his glare didn't fate and his eyes still promising the bastard a slow and painfully death.
"What the hell are you for a thing?" He asked. Clay smiled and lifted his knife up to the cook's throat, just few inches from cutting it.
"A Bone-knife,"
"I can see that far, but it wasn't what I asked you about. What are you for a thing, I'm asking you again. And hell, give an answer to understand!"
"I'm just a normal human there ate a Bone Bone-fruit. It gives me the ability to use my bones as a weapon, pulling it out," he grabbed the knife and pulled the rest of his bone out, what looked rather disgusting to look on, but his arm remained stabile. Now he was holding a long bone formed dagger and showed it up to Sanji's throat again. Zoro lifted his other brow in disgust. "And even in the same time another bone will grow out in its normal size, as fast as I am pulling the old bone out."
Zoro snored. "Na, the so called Bone collector?" he asked with a frown. "Heard of you, once being a damn good Hunter and a doctor, now a psychopath, even that you now are working for the marine, right?"
"Khehehe, you are good informed," Clay frowned and pressed the edge of the knife closer to Sanji's throat. "Then you also know that I'm serious about my business, right?"
Zoro nodded in silence. Clay pulled up his lip in a bigger smile. "Come over here, but slowly," Zoro came slowly towards them, on guard constantly. "Pull off his pants!"
"W-what?!" Zoro starred shocked up at him.
"Do I have to repeat my self?"
"Hey, shithead!" Sanji bawled up. "Touch me just once and you're a dead man, got that?!"
"You mad or something? You most have lost a-"
"Just do as I said, or there would come a pretty bad scratch on his fine throat!"
"Tss, let there be, it wouldn't be the biggest lost after all. And beside, him dead wouldn't give you that revenge that you want so badly!"
Clay hissed through his teeth and all of a sudden, he pulled the knife away from Sanji's throat, turned it around, grabbed the chef's one hand instead and stabbed it right through the hand. Sanji threw his head backward and let out a high, heart piercing scream of pain. Zoro's eyes widened and he froze right on the spot he stood. Fuck! "Sanji!" he suddenly managed to scream out. Sanji bowed his head in pain, tears running down his cheeks.
"D-damn it, you fucking, bastard," the cook managed to say through his pain.
"A cook's life lies in his hands, am I right, Mr. Cook?" Clay said and pulled out the knife, slowly. Sanji yanked his body back to the wall, biting his teeth hard together for not letting another scream of pain come out of his mouth.
"Fuck…! Fuck you, you damn son of a bitch!"
Clay pointed at Zoro with his bloody knife, not listening to the angry chef. "One more wrong step, and the next time it will be a bone or a muscle there gets cut over!"
"Why not just cut off the whole hand, now that you are at it?" Sanji said with a sarcastic smile.
"Be careful now, Black leg, perhaps I will!" Clay turned his gaze over to Zoro this time, anger or madness was drawing in his face. "Now, do as I said to you!"
Zoro hesitated a little before he took the next step to them, lifting his one hand up to Sanji's belt, shaking like hell it was. "Oi-oi! Zoro! Pull your God damn hands away from my –AAARGH!!"
"The hell, I'm at it I'm at it!" Zoro said angrily, having trouble with the belt by now, as Clay once again stabbed Sanji's right hand. He pulled the knife a bit more down, what make Sanji to stretch himself out in fully pain. "Fuck! Let his hands alone, your damn bastard!"
"Oh, didn't thought that you did care of this, hmm, shit-cook, at all?" Sanji bite in his lower lip, a tear once again was making its way down the blushing cheek, how embarrassing, he was crying! Clay pulled out his knife, slowly, so he was sure about that the cook could fell it, and licked the blood away from the blade.
"Sweet," he noted.
"Not like you," Sanji said with an ironic smile.
"So tell me, Black leg…" He started, letting the blade of the knife touching Sanji's skin around his face. "How was it to fuck with my fiancé? Good? Bad?"
"I already told you, shit-head; we never did such a thing! You damn fucking psychopa-"
"Shh," Clay interrupted his face right beside Sanji's now. The knife running closer to the chef's cheek, so close that there was a fine line with blood running down from it now. "Don't push me, and shut up instead, understand? Just listen and watch…"
It trembled through his whole body as he felt Zoro rubbing against his most sensitive place. "Damned Zoro, let it! For God sake, get the hell away from me!" Then Sanji fell in silence when he looked down at the shitty swordsman. Zoro was sending him a stare there told him to shut up and be ready. Ready for what? He was sending Clay a fast glare and then looked up at the cook again, without the psychopath saw anything. Oh, now he got it, but he sort of didn't like the plan. Zoro released the belt and was about to pull down the zipper as Sanji took a big breath of air and then turned his face to Clay and kissed him. Damned it, but it was the only thing there could distract him.
And it worked. As soon as all his attention was fixed on Sanji's kiss, and the knife got a little far away from the cook's face, Zoro swung a fist right in the middle of the maniacs face and sending him right into the wall. How stupid could he be to send away both of his men and being here all alone with them? Zoro found his key and was about to put it in the lock as he heard an ear ripening scream coming from Sanji's throat. He looked up and saw a knife stabbed in the chef's one arm, screaming painfully he was, and jerked his body upwards as Clay, there already was up on his legs again, turned around the knife.
"You son of a bitch!" Someone suddenly said behind the swordsman. Zoro turned his face a little to see who or what was behind him and all of a sudden he heard gunfire. His body froze as it was being pierced by four or five of the bullets. Zoro fell down on his knees, in front of the chef, who looked lazily and tiredly down at him. Damned! He had forgotten all about the fat-ass that Sanji had kicked out of the room earlier. The big man now stood beside him, laughing and pointing with a revolver to his temple.
"Z-zoro…" Sanji said with a tired voice, the wounded swordsman was gasping heavily for some air. "Damn it, your bastard! You didn't have to shoot him –AAARRG!!" he screamed up again as Clay stabbed his hand again, this time breaking some of the bones.
"Don't take me for being stupid, Black leg…!" Clay whispered in a harsh tone into his ear, moving the knife so it almost reached the thump, Sanji shuddered through his whole body.
"S-sanji…" Zoro wheezed, his sight starting to blur. "Fuck!" he grabbed around his right arm, there was hurting like hell, like his back. He tried to stand up but one shoot more in his arm make him to collapse promptly with a painful scream.
"Now don't kill the kid, Trevor." Clay said with a sick smile on his face, Trevor laughing back… they where all sick in their heads, Sanji thought. "We need this child to our experiment, and as dead or complete wounded, he wouldn't be to too much of a help."
"I'm no, fucking, child…" Zoro hissed through his teeth, biting in the pain. Trevor walked closer to him and pulled him up in his hair, unbelievable that such fat fingers could get a grip in Zoro's short hair.
"Don't worry, Boss. I just shoot him there where it couldn't make any trouble." The fat man laughed and shakes the almost lifeless body to keep him awake. "The only thing there can happen to him is loosing of to much of blood. Kha haha!"
"Ex-experiment?" Sanji repeated. Clay pulled up a thin smile and ripped the knife out off the cook's hand. Sanji bite in the pain.
"You just wait and see," he said, as his two men came back carrying on a bag or something.
Trevor walked over to the door, dragging Zoro with him and threw him into the wall. The other men's grabbed his arms before he could do something, but Zoro was slowly getting back his strength and managed to pull away the long legged one and throw him out off the room. Then it was the little devils turn.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," Clay said in a fairly tone and ripped the cook's head backwards. Zoro glared up at him with dark eyes. "No corporation from your side off, the cook here might loose his right hand next time…"
Zoro let go of the little shithead and turned completely towards them, standing problematic on his legs and gasping for air, but nothing to complain about, he had tried that there was worsen than this… at least he thought.
"What 'ya want from me?" he snarled too him. Clay pulled up one of his famous thin, sick looking smile.
"It's nothing special. Just a little experiment… on my compromise! Just don't do anything stupid or else you know what's going to happen, right?" Zoro nodded slowly and let the two men's grapping him once again and pulling him down to the floor in a sit-position, without any struggle. The long legged man walked back to his bag and pulled out some glass and a… was that a needle he was holding in his hand? He couldn't precisely see what he was doing, since his back was turned to him, but he didn't like it, he never like something there had with needles to do.
Then after a minute he returned back to the green haired teen and stretched out his arm. He gave him a rubber band around his upper arm and tightened it. Then the main artery showed itself clearly on his arm and the man stuck the needle deep into it.
Zoro jerked his head backwards and couldn't keep a scream away. Hell it hurt when the green liquid got pushed into his main artery. The little ant was holding him steady, until he had relaxed completely in his whole body… Zoro still couldn't figure out how that brad could have so much strength inside of him. He breathed heavily and things were slowly starting to dance before his eyes. His heart started to beat louder for every damn second there went, till the end it was the only sound he could hear. What the fuck had they been giving him? Sanji yelled it out, as could he hear Zoro's thoughts. Clay laughed out loud, a sarcastic laugh. "Nothing special... just a little poison-thingy, that's all."
"What the hell did you say?! You poisoned him, you fucking psychopath?!" Clay grabbed his face right away and clenched his fingers into his cheeks.
"I was one of your best customers back at the Baratie, but you absolutely should be baking on my fiancé and steeling her heart so she wanted to leave me!"
"Yeah, now I remember that ugly face of yours again." Sanji said, pulling a thin smile. "No wonder why she wanted to leave a bastard like you!" Clay hissed through his teeth and stabbed his nails into the chef's cheeks so it started to bleed.
"You can make as much funny off me as you like to," he said, and then a smile once again came up to its surface "but this time you shall try to fell all the pain of a broken love and love on the most… hmm… specials and dangerous way. Now you are goanna feel the same pain that I have been through!"
"What does that have to do with him?" Sanji asked, glancing towards Zoro and then looked back at him. "Why did you poisoning him for that?"
"A double potion of lust, jalousie and hate… that's about to be interesting…"
"You gave him some sort of a love potion?" Sanji said, trying not to laugh. "Such kind of things doesn't exist, pall."
"Oh, you are very wrong, my dearest friend… You just wait and see! And beside, yes, it does have a lot to do with him."
"Te, if you think that such a thing can control me, you are very wrong!" They now heard Zoro saying, as he stood up with much problematic. Legs shaking underneath him, but he still put up with a wolfy smile. "Double doze you said, ne? Not even a ten double doze could do me anything, dickhead!"
"You are really a stubborn person, aren't you?" Clay said, even he could see that the swordsman had problem enough to stand up, but not to resist the poison. "Seems like it wouldn't work on you then?"
"He! Told you so," Zoro smirked. Clay waved his hand and the two men grabbed him again.
"Give him another double doze." He commanded them. The long legged man jerked backwards.
"Bu-but, boss, don't you think it's a bit too risky? I-I mean, a double doze again… It could kill him…"
"Then let him die, if he should die in the end," Clay said, almost hoping on it would go that far.
"No! Don't touch him! Don't you dare touch him again with that needle!" Sanji shouted up. "Zoro, God dammed, don't let them give you another doze!"
But Zoro could barely hear him now. He once again felt a dreadful pain, worse than the first time, as he got the second shot of this love potion or whatever it was. Everything was slurring around him, his breathing got much heavier and his wounds from the bullets even started to hurt even more.
"Let down the cook," Clay now commanded "and let us get the hell out of here before it's starting to work for real!" The two men released Sanji, and for safety the little green devil got a hold on the young chef from behind and pushed his two fingers down, somewhere between his throat and shoulder blades. Sanji chocked a couple of times as he tried to rip the little shit-heads arm away from his throat, but not long time after sleep overtook him and he fell unconscious to the ground at once.
Then they turned to face Zoro, there was sitting on his knees, breathing heavily for some air. He could fell the poison pulsing painfully through his whole body, everything started to blur again. He wanted to shout something at those idiots, but the words where like glued to his throat. Heart beating got louder, the people in front of him became like shadows for his eyes. "Damn, shit, idiots," he managed to say. Something kneeled down to him, he couldn't see who it was, but he recognized that psychopathic voice and laugher.
"Oh, looks like it would start to work on you now,"
"The hell, it won't!" he said with difficult, pulled up a wolfy smile towards him. "He! it's nothing, I can handle it!"
"Well, we are going to see about that, now aren't we? Take a good look at your friend over there. It's the last time you ever would look at him on a normal way. The Zoro you know so much about is goanna to die this very day."
"The hell, I won't, you damn, prick-head!" Clay stabbed his fingers into one of Zoro's wounds and smiled when he saw him wrench in pain.
"Either that or these wounds will kill you. Letting you lay here on the floor and you both will bleed to death, slowly, but surely." He lifted up Zoro's head, so he was looking at the unconscious cook. "Look at him, know your feelings for him now, and remember them well! Soon enough those will disappear and soon enough, those new feelings will kill him!"
He spitted Clay right between his eyes, smirking. "As long as I live, there wouldn't, be any chances for that my feelings ever would get gross to him, you son of a bitch!"
Clay stood up, starring down at him, and then kicked him right in the middle of his stomach, where three wounds was placed. Zoro shuddered in pain and screamed up, before he fell to the ground.
"We'll see about that, Pirate-hunter!"
The last thing Zoro remembered were Sanji's light face and his cobalt blue eye starring back at him, and then everything went cold and dark.
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So, here was chapter two; new updated and all those kind of things to… man, it took a bit longer than the first chapter did... Oh well, I just hope that you like it, and if you want to read some more about Sanji's and Zoro's upcoming nightmare, then please review, or no more chapters to come! So simple is it. Take care!! ^o^