Hi, I'm back with an other chapter! Don't start thinking that all my stories are going to updated this quickly, I just have no life so I have so much freaking time on my hands. I actually had to restrain my self, and force myself to take my time on this chapter.
It's my first time ever writing about a fight. I'm not sure about you guys, but I don't think I talk about the fiscal feeling about it. So the story actually is good. Im going to work on that! Yay! Goals!
Hope you enjoy my story!
Chapter Two
Sanji walked down the road, kicking a stray rock. His brown trench coat flaps in the wind, hands in his pockets.
"Damn those shitty bastards." He swears as he turns sharply on his heel, to walk the opposite direction in his pacing. "Sending me out in the middle of the shitty night." He curses again.
A little while ago Smoker and a little help from Garp briefed him in on his mission. His 'name' is to be Prince. He would have a previous job as a chef at some restaurant. There was some other crap that he didn't really listen to. All he has to do is pace up and down this road until basically one of the people from the organization get pissed off or annoyed with him and take him in.
The streets are deserted. Probably because the kidnappers from this organization go 'hunting' around this time. Great, now he's annoying them and out when they are looking. Not suspicious at all.
He scowls at the ground. This is boring. He sounds like a damn brat waiting in line for a roller coaster, but now he knows how they feel.
Kicking the rock, it tumbles down into the gutter. The clattering of the rock as it fell down the gutter ricochet off the stones of the buildings. Birds fly away with loud cawing and flapping of wings from a nearby tree, making Sanji jump.
"Damn it, I've been standing out here for almost an hour now. Where the hell are they?" He frowns, looking up at the sky.
The sound of a boot scraping on the cobble snaps him back to the present. A unfriendly looking guy walks towards him, a knife in his hand. Sanji narrows his eyes at him. "I'm guessing that you're not asking for directions." a almost bored expression forms on his face.
The man snarls at him, then an almost sadistic smile spreads across his face, showing off multiple gaps where teeth were knocked out. Not that he lost much, his other teeth are either yellow or brown. "A little mousy lost his way?" The man smirks.
Sanji frowns at him. 'He this that I'm a lost rich boy huh?' He smirks to himself. There's no saying if this man's from the organization Sanji's trying to get into or not. Obviously this man doesn't like waiting for Sanji to reply, as he lunges forward knife drawn.
Sanji swings his leg, knocking the man in the back of the head. The man flies into a wall crashing through it. He stands up, blood trickling down his jaw from his mouth. The offender smirks an evil smirk. One that tells Sanji he's not alone with this man.
Turning on his heel he seen a slightly taller man than the one he just fought. The new man steps out from the shadows to show off long black hair covered up by a hat. The man is taller than Sanji, and skinny. Not unhealthily skinny, but just on the verge of it.
The man has a thin smile on and the shade of his hat hides his eyes. Suddenly the skinny man seems to disappear, and reappear behind Sanji. Ducking down almost instantly, a blade flies right where his head just was.
From his crouching position Sanji places his hands on the ground and swings his legs around to trip the tall man. The taller you are the father you have to fall. The man saw it coming, but his reflexes are a little slow. He jumps just a bit too late. Sanji's legs connect with the man's heels and flips him backwards.
With a loud crack the man's frail bones crack at the back of his skull as his head hits the ground and falls unconscious. The man who Sanji sent flying earlier came running back, but with backup.
Around about ten men surround Sanji, all wielding blades of some sort. The first man runs at him with something that resembles a small scythe.
The man swings it up in the air to bring down on Sanji, but with the heavy mettle and blade it takes a couple of seconds to lift with the scrawny man. Sanji easily kicks the offending weapon away, then catches the man in the gut with the heel of his shoe.
The men surrounding Sanji pause for a second, before all rushing at him at the same time. Sanji kicks and turns, sending men flying everywhere. Blood covers them all, and Sanji's shoes. But every time he kicks one down, another one would pop back up.
It's easy for sanji to fight them off, his never ending supply of energy coming in handy. As long as he's conscious he can kick and fight. That is if he is conscious. Sanji glances up at the building he's standing at the foot of.
A silhouette appears in front of the moon. One of a man, with short hair, and a wide build. Not from fat like some of the cronies, but from mucil. The figure lifts a bottle in his hand and throws it.
At first Sanji doesn't process what's happening. His eyes transfixed on the figure. A flash of lights from a passing car glinted off three golden bars hanging from his ear, a glow of green and off three hilts of swords.
The man raised his arm with a bottle then bring it down, flinging it at Sanji. It crashed against his head shattering into small pieces of glass and liquor spilled over his hair. He paused and lowered his leg, as he saw stars.
The men around him took advantage of his dizzied state and all attacked at once. Sanji couldn't fight them off his upper body, as he lacked strength in that area.
They bound and gagged him. Everything was blurry, fading in and out. Flashes of noise and colors made his way into his brain. Like green, and a baritone voice. He pulled his consciousness together enough to look up.
He's sitting on the ground of what looks like a cell. Or maybe it was very tall grass, who knows. There's a boulder with moss on it... No that's a person. With… green hair? And dark skin squatting in front of him.
The man's mouth is moving. Yes he's a man. He's… speaking, saying something. Oh, he's telling me I'm in a cell. So those aren't tall grass stems. I'm going to be given medical attention, Or that's what he says… Maybe. Everything is really blurry.
His fingers and toes start to go numb, as the edges of his vision go black. He blinks a few times trying to focus on the man squatting in front of him. With his vision fading and the numbness crawling up his limbs like thick slimy snakes- ugg snakes. He interrupted his train of thought.
Looking up, his eyes met with hard hazel and grey eyes. They seem determined about something… The chiming of three metal bars gently tapping against each other sent him off into the blackness with his final thoughts. 'Why does my 'trainer' have to be so hot.'
Another chapter done. A little shorter than the last, but I have a feeling the next one will be much longer… Crap that's probably true because I've already started it… Oh well. Getting a head start never hurts!
Thanks for reading, and I hope you stick through with it, and my trying to be optimism!
BTW next week I will be surfing all day for almost the whole day, so my chapter might come much later! Just a heads up. (Unless I finnish it tonight O.O)