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Title: A Hundred Whispers of the Wind
Summary: A hundred drabbles about pirates, crews, adventures and stories untold.
Rating: K+ (each chapter may have a different rating)
Characters: Sanji and Nami
Chapter Title: White Knight
Chapter Summary: He would gladly give his life for her.
Warnings: None (each chapter may have varying warnings)
Author's Notes: I remember seeing a quote somewhere about (very paraphrased) "there is some joy, to die for a girl" and I thought that quote really fit Sanji's character.
The heat of the jungle made Sanji feel almost lightheaded and the hunters closing in on them only worsened the sweltering humidity.
The others' whereabouts were unknown, though Sanji had enough confidence in his crew to know that no man or trap could stop them. Either way, it didn't bode well for him and Nami who were pinned on all sides by the enemy. Their current position of a few trees, rocks and bushes won't be enough to mask their presence.
" They're coming," she whispered, brushing the sweat-soaked hair from her face.
He nodded silently. He knew that they couldn't keep running like this. Sooner or later, their exhaustion or potential injuries would catch up to them and they would both pay dearly for it.
" Nami-san." She looked up at him and he smiled as reassuringly as he could. " Why don't you go first? I'll catch up after."
She made to hesitant and protest. Yes, she was scared and she knew that their chasers were coming closer to their location but she would rather die than to let a crewmate stay behind. Nami would have told him off for being an idiot and that she could stand her ground and fight if Sanji hadn't taken her hands gently in his own.
" I can't let these hands be soiled," he said with all earnesty.
She opened her mouth, eyes snapping indignantly, and knowing Nami long enough to know that she would nevertheless still protest and resist to the bitter end, Sanji took off before she could say another word, praying for forgiveness for being too much a coward to run away than to face her.
Her furious hiss of his name rang in his ears and his heart swelled with happiness that his beloved Nami-san cared so much for him. But a guttural shout from the hunters brought Sanji back down to the situation and he hurried to put as much distance as he could between him and Nami.
Even as arrows whooshed past him and the hunting dogs began to snap at his heels, Sanji couldn't stop the grin from appearing on his face.
After all, there was no greater joy than to die for a girl.