"Shit." The green haired man cursed himself for being so unaware, for being so fucking oblivious. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He might be pretty occupied today with stuff but that was a shitty excuse. No one in the world would ever accept that kind of excuse.
The green haired man looked at the side mirror of his bike took every detail of the car in. It was a black Audi A5 Quattro and that was the only information that he would get since it had no plate, no noticeable marks or whatsoever.
"Zoro? What's happening?" His blonde asked him as he tightened his hold on the other man's waist.
Zoro did not want to make Sanji worried, but he knew that he should not keep it to himself; that would only put the other man in a bigger trouble. Then how? How should he tell him? Where should he start? Oh, fuck it! There was no way he could tell this to Sanji without him being worried. Shit. He should just go straight to the point. Yep. That's it. That was what he should do.
Zoro took a deep breath as he titled his bike to the right before he spoke. "We're being followed."
"Yeah. I already know that." Well, that was not the reply he was expecting. Sanji knew that they were being followed all this time, but never mentioned it to him.
He gritted his teeth to keep himself focused on driving before he started talking again. "When?"
There was a long silence before Sanji answered. "Since we left the restaurant."
The bike almost halted after he heard Sanji's answer. "What the hell, Sanji?!" He shouted at the other man as he drove the bike faster. "Why hadn't you mentioned it before? You should tell me these kinds of things!"
"I was about to tell you that b-" Sanji shouted back but he then bit back his tongue, not wanting to say anything that would surely hit the other man badly. "But, my plan changed." He added softly.
Oh. Yeah. How was Sanji supposed to tell him that after that show he pulled off? "Sorry." He whispered.
"No sorry. I am the one who should apologize to you. I should have told you that."
"Let's just forget about that."
"Yeah. We really should, but do you know who they are working for?"
"I think I have an idea. They may be working for Doflamingo. Hold on. I'm driving faster." Sanji moved closer and hugged him tighter.
Zoro really did drive faster. Zipping past the tall trees and out the towering buildings of the city, though they were still not alone. The car that was following them became more aggressive as it started bumping other vehicles that got in its way. One of the vehicles even skidded to the side of the road and met a fire hydrant with a loud crash. Soon enough it would be closing in on them.
As the race continued, rain started pouring and it did not help the two in getting away from the car that was tailing them.
Zoro darted in and out of lanes; did not even care about the red lights or the honking of cars that they passed by. Deciding that the highway was not helping him to lose the bastard, he entered an alleyway leading to a more populated and congested road.
A minute had passed when he noticed that the car that was gone. Heaving a sigh of relief, he weaved his right hand through the other man's shaking hand that was wrapped around his waist. Sanji might look calm and composed, but he knew that he was scared and holding his hand was the only way to calm Sanji's nerves.
Sanji tightened his grip and buried his face on the other man's shoulder blades. "We lost him." He whispered, more to himself than to anyone else.
"Yea, we did." Zoro whispered back, but as soon as he said those words the black Audi appeared in front of them and fearlessly went against the traffic.
In an instant, Zoro knew why Sanji cursed. He saw that the driver was aiming for their life, that he was out for blood and nothing more.
Behind the green haired man, Sanji cursed and gritted his teeth as he tightened his hold on his husband's waist. "Shit." He muttered angrily.
Zoro stared at the car that was nothing but a blur of black in his eyes. He tried to veer off course, but as soon as his bike changed its direction the black Audi was only a meter away from them.
Zoro woke up. His head was pounding and there was a constant ringing in his head. He tried to sit up, making his whole body cry.
"Ugh. That hurts." He groaned as he lied back down his bed. He then stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell had happened to him.
He remembered what happened that morning, his surprise to his husband, the other man's smile, or even the kisses they'd shared. He kept on remembering every detail that happened on that day, then the reality hit him.
Panic started to blanket him, but instead of bringing warmth, it made him feel cold, turned him to ghostly white, and sipped all his energy.
"Sanji," he whispered to himself as he covered his glassy eyes with his right arm which was covered with scratches.
Tears suddenly started flowing down his cheeks as the memory of the accident flooded his mind.
The black Audi hit them. That was for sure. It hit them with a force which sent them flying.
He felt as Sanji's grip on his waist loosened. He tried to pull his hand back, but before he could he hit the Audi's windshield, sending his helmet flying. He saw black for a second and when he was back again, he witnessed as Sanji hit his head on the gutter with a loud thud before the bike crushed him. Even with the helmet on, Zoro knew that Sanji was badly hurt. He tried to get off of the car, his whole face covered with blood and fragments of the car's windshield were sticking out his right forearm. Some of his ribs might be broken, but it was not the time to worry about himself. He should first check if Sanji was fine. Limping, he harshly dragged his feet just to reach his husband.
Few people who witnessed the scene took the bike off of his husband's body. Some of them also tried to see if he was conscious or not, but none of them really tried to touch him since it may cause more harm. Zoro knelt beside him and called Sanji's name couple of times before he noticed the blood that was oozing out of Sanji's helmet. His heart shrunk when he saw the shattered pieces of the helmet beside Sanji's still body. Tears tried to break out of his eyes; just staring at his husband made him want to weep endlessly.
Fighting back the tears and the pain he was feeling, he crouched down and whispered as he slowly pulled the helmet's visor up. "S-Sanji." His voice faltered when he saw blood gushing out of the other man's forehead.
"Sanji, open your eyes." He whispered again while he gently pressed his two fingers just below Sanji's jaw to check his pulse. The other man was still not moving, not even showing any sign of life except for his shallow breathing and the faint thumping of his heart.
"Stay with me." He murmured. Then he glared at the people around them and shouted. "What the fuck are you all doing! Don't just stand there! Call an ambulance!"
Everyone just flashed sympathetic looks at him. He knew that these people pity him, but he did not care, all he could think about was Sanji. There was no other things more important than that.
"D-don't just stare. Plea-please call someone, call anyone that can help him." He pleaded while trying to bite back the sob he was holding, but his voice betrayed him. He started sobbing, his tears rolled down his cheeks. His whole body was trembling, breaking all his confidence and hope.
He cried hysterically for help when a dark-haired man emerged from the crowd and knelt beside Sanji. He looked up at him with his bloodshot and swollen eyes.
"Sir, calm down. The ambulance is already on its way, but for now, let me check him." The other man's deep and calm voice reached him as he tried to assess Sanji's condition.
"D-don't touch him." Zoro swatted the other man's hand weakly.
"It's fine. I'm a doctor." The dark-haired man said as he went back to checking Sanji's vital signs.
Zoro could not get any idea if Sanji was fine since the other man's expression was too unreadable. He also wondered how the other man kept his calm and indifferent expression despite the situation in front of them.
While waiting for the other man to finish, he took Sanji's hand and lightly squeezed it. "Don't you dare leave me, just hang on tight. Please stay with me Sanji." He whispered while looking at Sanji's face.
A moment later, he heard the urgent cry of an ambulance. Then the next thing he knew, he was sitting beside the lying form of Sanji at the back of the ambulance.
The nurses might have removed the helmet, cause now he could see Sanji's face clearly. And his eyes almost bugged out when he got a full view of Sanji's injuries. His face was paler than usual and was covered with blood, there's also a large bruise forming on the left side of his face and he also got scratches all over his arm. The woman next to Sanji was constantly checking the other man. Checking his heart rate, his blood pressure, and his breathing. She had not noticed that Zoro was already awake not until when he let out a sob .
The woman then looked up at him and opened her mouth, she seemed to be talking to him but he could not hear a word. All he could hear was his ragged breathing and the sound of Sanji's voice calling his name. Tears once again rolled down his face as he started blaming himself for what had happened to them.
"It was definitely my fault. If I have sold that dojo, this would never happen." Zoro started a monologue on his mind, putting all the blame on him.
He then took Sanji's hand and whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Sanji. It's all my fault." As he said those words, he felt weak as if a black hole was consuming all his energy until he became lifeless and then everything turned pitch black.
Zoro covered his mouth to stop the sobbing that uncontrollably came out of his mouth. His head hurt and every part of his body was shouting at him, but all he could think about was Sanji. Ignoring the pain he felt, he got out of the bed, pulled the IV out of his skin and wiped his tears away before storming out of the room.
As soon as he took a step out of his room, four nurses immediately saw him and blocked his way to wherever he was going.
"Fuck them!" He thought. None of them could stop him from seeing his husband. But whenever he tried to get passed them, they would just block his way again. It only made him more irritated and at the same time worried about his husband.
"Get out of my way! I've got to find my husband! Where is he?! I've got to see him!" He shouted at the nurses as they grabbed him tightly but careful enough to not hurt him.
"Sir, please calm down. Go back to your room and rest." One of the nurses told him but he did not listen to any of the things that they were saying. All he could think about was that he should see his husband right at that moment. He kept struggling to get out of their hold, but he was too weak to really fight all of them. Tears were forming in his eyes and his vision became blurred, then he heard a familiar voice above all the noise.
"D-daddy."