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Leaving was simple, it was the where she was going that made her stumble as she walked.
She would blame the shoes, say that they were far too light for her and that she was used to her brogues with their protective steel layer and steel toe area, but it'd all be excuses. She could try blaming the fact that she refused to be carried around like a child by Katakuri and that she was trying to keep up with him, but that too would be a lie – she had no care if she stayed by his side or anything.
It was the fact that her steps were leading her to Komugi and if there was one island she really did not want to go to, it was Komugi. It was the place she was expected to stay at, to live at, to turn into a home. Frowning as she walked, she tried to keep her thoughts from that. How could she turn such a place as this to a home? Big Mom's territory might look bright and cheerful, but to her, it was a nightmare and she doubted that Katakuri's island would be any different.
Her eyes drifted upwards again and she watched him flick a jellybean in the air over and over again, she figured it was some sort of tick but then again, she had seen him pitch it like it was bullet at people.
Turning her eyes from him, she looked around her. Whole Cake Island was pretty, if only artificially and it's people seemed to revel in it. All around her they walked about as if nothing had ever happened and that the wedding went without a hitch. There was no sign that there had been a fight and with the way people greeted them, it seemed as if they knew nothing about the plot to kill Big Mom.
It surprised her. With how many people had been there, even a failed plot should've made a mark or the news, but there was no signs whatsoever that anything bad had happened during her wedding. Oh how those words sent shivers down her spine. But she could deal with it.
Moving quicker to catch up with Katakuri, because she'd be damned if she called him her husband, she looked towards him once again and wondered if he would hear her if she spoke. At near 17 feet tall, she doubt he could, but knowing him, he might be able to.
"How much longer?" she asked. Her words went through the ears of those around her but Katakuri looked down at her.
"Several minutes," he answered, tone clear that that was all he was going to say.
She pursed her lips before going back to her thoughts. If she could last long enough to know exactly what had happened to her crew, then she'd be able to formulate a way to leave or get a message to them or, well, let them know that she was glad they were alive.
Thoughts of escape continued to circle around her brain even as they moved closer and closer to Katakuri's island, the large bright pink donut not even drawing her attention. She had already knew the basics of Komugi Island, Pudding had told her all about it while they talked.
Though, now that Sanju thought about it, she wondered if any of it was true or if like Pudding's sweet personality she showed Sanju, it was all a lie.
No, she wouldn't think on it.
Katakuri led her from the docking area through the streets of Komugi, where the citizens walked passed, just like on the main island. You'd think the Minister or whatever Big Mom called the people in charge of the islands surrounding hers would garner some kind of reaction, but no. People passed by them, some of them nodding at Katakuri - or even her sometimes - but most ignored them, going about their day.
Taking in the sight of all the dough made items, Sanju let her mind to the few pastry recipes that Zeff had taught her. There weren't many; Zeff was a chef , not a pastry chef – as he used to tell her – but the few that he did, she had expounded on with her own experience. And right now they were the only real comfort she had.
She was taken to a building – not that she truly thought any of the structures made from food were real buildings – and brought to a room. Everything in said building was overly large, made for Katakuri-sized beings, and that included the room.
"You will stay here," Katakuri said as she stood stock still in the center of the room, looking around like a child in a new space.
Thinking back to what her sister had said earlier, Sanju asked, "And what about you?" She didn't want him in the same space as her – for all she knew, Big Mom was planning on using him to kill her after being married for a few – but she figured she'd ask.
Her words gave him pause, she noticed, before he pointed east, "I'll be in a room down there."
She nodded, her fake smile dropping as she watched him leave. Well, defrosting was going to have to be placed on hold until he actually talked to her. If that ever happened. Sanju could believe that Big Mom was hoping that her and Katakuri never spent any time together so she wouldn't have to waste any of her people on helping the Germa Kingdom.
The amount of trouble that would cause her - mostly in the form of keeping her from ever meeting up with her crew again - was enough to make her want to stomp over to the gigantic man and…
Well, shit.
There wasn't much she could do, she knew that. She was strong, her bounty and determination proved that, even if her earlier sobfest spoke differently, but even Luffy couldn't defeat him. She would have no chance.
There'd be no reason to rush headfirst into a situation that would make everything worse.
Moving towards the large window, Sanju looked down on the island. In a way, this was all hers - just as Katakuri would have say in the Germa Kingdom due to their.. marriage, she held some kind of status here. She knew that there were people that would kill to be considered worthy of Big Mom, to have just a slice of her operation in their hand, but she would trade all of this, just to go back to the Thousand Sunny.
Sanju moved away from the window, forcing her mind to focus on the room she was placed in. It was important for her to know where everything was; entry points, exit points, things like that. She wouldn't want to be caught off-guard by an assassin or something. That something being Katakuri's family - or even the man himself.
Once happy with the scrutiny she had given the room, Sanju sat down in the nearest chair, pulling her legs up to her chest. She could do this.
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