Heya ma loyal bitches! Eh...sorry I'm late on the update, lots of things were going on and I lost interest and motivation on this for a while, still have.
So for the next three Saturdays I'll post one chapter for this fanfiction and if I've found more motivation I'll continue until it's down but if I still don't like this story it will be on hiatus indefinitely.
Also my beta is going to slowly kill me over a vat of boiling oil for this as she couldn't find Zoro because he was lost again.
Soooo, yea. On the plus side I'll be starting irregular one shots for fanfictions every week, which my charming and lovely Beta will look through to make them semi readable to you! If you have any ideas PM me!
I do not own One Piece, which belongs to Eiichiro Oda, our creative and wise leader… Furthermore- to the more hard core cannon-loving fans - this is a fanfiction, so in other words: I thinkith it, I writith it so thou shall sufferith through it, my loyal Ewe's.
As always, reviews are welcome, flames will be used to fuel my apathy towards the human race. Enjoy!
Third Person P.O.V
What felt like hours after the man left, the temperature of the cell began to drop rapidly, leaving the cold blooded dragon shivering on the stone floor. While he could normally regulate body temperature by heating up his bones, it took time and energy that he did not have. Breathing fire was also out of the question as he didn't want to die due to a lack of nutrients which were typically burned when he breathed fire.
He was never going to do that again
The barred porthole couldn't show him what time it was as all he could see was the ocean, Sanji wondered if it was for decorating of a scare tactic, knowing that there was a way to fill up the basement of the ship with the prisoners inside was a way to make prisoners talk, sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship didn't tell him anything about how long he was here either.
Curling into himself in a ball in search of warmth Sanji absently pondered on his current situation. Would Whitebeard kill him and Zoro for reasons currently unexplained? Did Ace and Thatch lie to him, telling false promises in the hopes of acquiring an injured dragon and half demon? But if that was the case, how did they know that Zoro was a demon? Was there a way to know if someone was demonic?
Before he could ponder further on his situation, the dungeon walls are flooded with light, sourcing from the door. Curling into himself further Sanji expanded the fins on his sides and let out a threatening hiss.
"Shut up shitty dragon, I'm hurt that you have forgotten me that easily," he heard the familiar sound of the dulcet tones of Zoro say before seeing him stand in front of the cell bars, Ace and Marco standing at his side. Sanji snorts despite himself, trust Zoro to be a snarky ass while his life is on the line.
"Don't give me that, bastard. Their captain wants us on deck," Zoro informs, stressing the word 'captain' with such force Sanji was convinced that he was meant to say something else. Even with that small amount of amusement Sanji couldn't help the bitter resentment for these bastards that crawls through his veins. Oh joy – a public execution, just the way he wanted his life to end, in a pathetic display of power over two non-humans for a crime they did not know they committed.
Walking out of the cell, the four continued on to the main deck in silence. The further in they went the more the sounds of the crew fluttered over them, though to Sanji it was nothing but white noise.
Reaching the doors to the main deck Sanji couldn't help the feeling of deja-vu at the familiar setting, only instead of hope of finally being free, a feeling of hopeless dread slithers through Sanji's mind. In his current state Sanji couldn't swim very fast, especially not fast enough to lose the Fishmen Sanji saw earlier.
A glance back from Ace is all the warning they receive before the doors open, bright sunlight briefly searing their retinas before they manage to blink and adjust. As the two Whitebeard Pirate commanders begin walking, Zoro and Sanji share a look. Evidently finding the same emotions reflecting back at each other, a brief smirk from the humanoid of the pair and blink from the draconid was the only outward sign of acceptance of their fate. Together they turn and step after the two devil fruit users.
Once his eyes adapted to the light, Sanji could see crowds of Whitebeard Pirates looking either nervous, excited, or looking on in anticipation for what to come. Something that even Sanji didn't know as the two shitty pirates who were leading them on to their probable death hadn't said a goddamn word.
Climbing the stairs, Sanji thought he saw the rest of the Whitebeard commanders accompanied by other powerful pirates in neat little rows leading up to just short of five feet to Whitebeard's throne. Sanji couldn't help the snort of amusement – they looked more like marines than pirates. However just as they got a few feet in front of the steps leading to Whitebeard's throne, Sanji saw movement out of the corner of this eye. Yet before he could react in his weakened state, a burly Whitebeard Pirate appeared in front of him. He didn't look like much, rather stereotypical for a pirate: yellow teeth, bloated belly and a white T-shirt. Sanji saw Thatch step forward from his position with a confused expression, but before he could wonder why, the man leapt forward with surprising speed and kicked him in the jaw, leaving him stunned, and proceeded to jab something into his side. For a frightening moment, Sanji could feel his instinct taking over before everything became red.
Third person P.O.V
The occupants on the top part of the deck froze at the low growling sound that emitted from the dragon's throat seconds after something was injected into him. Marco turns towards the Whitebeard Pirate with a now empty syringe. "What the hell did you just do yoi?"
The man laughs manically, "Haha…ha...HAHAHAHA! You idiots, should'a just believed what the fuckin' lizard said. Now you'll all be flayin' alive, cuz a' yer stupid arrogance. Enjoy!" The last few sentences were aimed at Whitebeard and before anyone could get a hold of him, he brought out a gun and shot at the dragon before shooting himself in the head.
Before anyone could react to the sudden display of insanity, the dragon seems to shake himself before bearing his teeth aggressively.
Zoro's P.O.V
Looking at the corpse of the man that injected something into my brother, I was confused at the rather feral sounding growl behind me as both Ace and Sanji fell behind when we were walking up to Whitebeard. Staring at Sanji, I recognised nothing humane within my brother and that the feral sound came from him, and at that moment I could compare the sound to that of an angry Seaking. The shift in his muscles alerted me that he was about to attack, and just as he leapt off the ground with a terrifying roar I quickly broke the chains off of my wrists with a quick jerk. Unfortunately the shackles stayed on.
Meeting him halfway, I threw a wide punch at his underbelly and was shocked at the volume of blood that came out of his maw after he landed on the deck.
Sanji unsuccessfully tried to get to his feet but kept collapsing, more blood being coughed up and splattering onto the wood. The sound of gurgling was heard before he passed out. Worried and very concerned, I rushed over to my long-time brother-in-arms to see what was wrong, noticing that his breathing was getting weaker and shallower. I sensed an oncoming figure approach and turned to see the figure of Thatch kneeling beside me.
Panting, I stared at the man for a few seconds before growling.
"It was one of yours who did this, No Blame."
Then all went black.
