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Minecraft Guardiansaiyan chapter 6 . Sep 24, 2017

...I really wanna see Sanji steal a pack of smokes from someone...even if he can't get a whiff...

Lol... Yes it's taken me quite a while. I'm sorry.

Sanji Kitetsu Chapter 12

"Do I still remember All Blue?" Sanji mutters as he exhales a puff of smoke. In his desperate attempt of losing the fiery cook in the forest, he chanced upon what appears to be the wax man's hideout, a cabin made of wax with two of Sanji's favourite things inside. As hard as he tried to walk past the cabin and return to the swordsman as quickly as possible, he simply couldn't ignore the sight of a pack of cigarette and an empty tea pot through the window.

"What kind of shitty question is that?" Sanji leans back in his seat and brings the cup of piping hot black tea to his mouth. Of course he remembers All Blue. Everyone who grew up in the past century knows the fairy tale of the mysterious location where sea creatures from all four seas can be found. What does Carmen mean by "still"? As if anyone can forget such a widely known myth...

Don't laugh, shitheads. All Blue is real, and I'm gonna find it one day. Sanji stiffens in the wax seat and slowly runs a finger along his bottom lip, as if trying to feel the words as they form there. He has said these words before. It must've been a lifetime ago. He can still vaguely picture it, barely containing his anger as he tried to project his childish voice over the roaring laughter from the adults, and they would only laugh louder at his declaration. As they finished the last few chuckles, they would ruffle his head with large warm hands and tell him not to be so worked up. Who were they? When was this?

"Stop playing, you idiot! Why don't you give me a report?"

A rough voice snaps Sanji out of his thoughts, and he finds himself holding the receiver of a den den mushi. He must've picked it up while he was lost in thought.

"Who is this?" He asks.

"It's me. Mr. Zero."

Shit. He doesn't have time for this.

Sanji grunts as his hilt slams into the muddy ground just outside the wax cabin. He has just spent the last minute of his human transformation taking care of a cat and a vulture, the pair that appear to be the messengers for Baroque Works. The items he intended on bringing back to the green swordsman are now scattered around him: Rolls of bandages, the pack of cigarette he found in the cabin, and a large log pose that Vivi might like. He tries to roll his sheath closer to the log pose, but he quickly gives up. He can only move an inch or so without help in this form.

It wasn't a bad trip. He did get his much needed exercise toward the end, and not to mention a long overdue cigarette. Now if only he could get these things back to the crew somehow... He considers his options for a moment. The only ones who can hear him are his fellow swords and the moss head, so it's easy to decide on the best candidate.

KUI~~~NA-CHWA~~~~~~N! I NEE~~~D YOU~~~R HE~~~~~~LP! I CA~~~~~~~~~N'T MO~~~~~~~~~~VE!

Sanji pauses and listens. Instead of a response from the white sword, he hears hastened footsteps through the mud. The steps come to a halt not far from where he's lying, followed by a soft gasp.

"Zoro! ZORO!" Carmen's voice charges into the wax cabin and then out again after a few seconds.

"Nami? LUFFY?! VIVI! USOPP!" The cook circles around the cabin in panic and eventually comes back to Sanji's spot in the mud. She gets down and picks up each of Sanji's scattered items to examine them. When she's done, her hand hovers over Sanji's sheath in hesitation.

"YOU!" Carmen yanks Sanji out of the mud with a surprisingly firm grip. "What did you do to my crew mates?!"

Relax, Carmen-chan! They're all safe and sound... Well mostly... Sanji tries pointlessly to calm the enraged cook.

"Say something! The sword idiot said you can talk, right? So talk!" Carmen gives the cursed blade a shake. The wooden sheath creaks under her tightening grip.

C-Carmen-chan... It's... a little... tight... Sanji wiggles helplessly as his sheath begins to crack.

"If anything happened to them on this island, I'll personally melt you to a piece of scrap." Carmen says, eyeing Sanji's hilt with intense hatred.

"Oi Cook, let go of my sword."

Sanji follows the familiar husky voice to find his master leaning on a tree trunk nearby. His posture is casual, but Sanji knows he's trying to take pressure off his bleeding ankles. Carmen's grip relaxes noticeably at the sight of him.

"I said, drop him." The swordsman repeats, sounding a little more threatening.

Chill off, shitty moss. Carmen-chan was just worried about you.

That hand she has on you wouldn't still be attached to her wrist if I didn't know that. His master grunts.

"Tch" Carmen jabs Sanji's cracked sheath into the mud. "Lemme guess, you got lost in the forest again while looking for the meat you promised me."

"I got you meat. There's more than you can take on board."

"And where did you leave it?... Wait never mind. I'll look for it myself. I'd probably never find it if I asked you for directions." She stalks off with a whisk of her dress. Zoro slides down the trunk and takes his weight off the ankles.

You should get Luffy or Usopp to help her carry the meat. She can't do it alone. Sanji frowns at the cook's disappearing back.

"I should get Usopp to fix your sheath first. She can ask for help if she needs it." The swordsman snorts. "And would you stop wandering off alone and getting in trouble like a damsel in distress?"

I'm-... YOU-... Well fuck you! I wouldn't be wandering off alone if you weren't unconscious and immobile!

"And what makes you think it's a good idea to yell at the top of your voice like earlier when you're so fucking defenseless?"

For your information, clueless idiot, that until the day you breathe your last breath, you're the only human in the whole world who can hear my voice.

Whoa Sanji, that's a rather romantic way of putting it! A chain of soft giggles interrupt their heated discussion. Both of them turn to the white sword. The swordsman hums in consideration.

"It does sound romantic." Zoro mutters to himself, tossing his head back against the tree trunk with a grin on his face.

Um... I think he's misunderstanding the meaning of the word. Sanji whispers to the lady in white, drawing more giggles from her.