Title: Be My Escape
Category: One Piece
Genre: General, Drama, Angst, Romance
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy, Zoro/Sanji, Zoro/Luffy/Sanji, Zoro/Luffy, hints of Ace/Luffy
Rating: M or NC-17
Warning: AU, Coarse Language, Sexual Situations, Suggestive Dialogue, Yaoi, Blood, Death, Violence, possible OOC (not quite sure though)
Disclaimer: No, I did not create, own, control, dominate, have, have rights, have title, hold, inherit, keep, or retain Sanji, Zoro, Luffy or anyone else for that matter in the One Piece universe. They currently belong to Edo Eiichiro...(deep sigh) The plot and the story in general, however, DO, belong to me.
Summary: AU Sanji is involved with a secret underground organization that Kuro leads, spread about in small gangs across the city. However, Sanji finds Luffy bleeding and hurt badly one rainy night when he's running home and his life changes. He takes care of Luffy who turns out to be mute and cannot remember anything of what happened before he woke up. As things progress and their relationship deepens, Luffy's past turns up in the most unexpected way.
Auther's Note:Why, hello there! I have returned with another One Piece fanfiction that I hope you will enjoy. If not, then...well...then, I have failed. (cries) And if you do, then yay! Good for me! And yes, this is AU, otherwise known as alternate universe, meaning that it isnt in the One Piece universe, but in real life. Yes, our universe. Like it? Good. Dont like it? Deal with it. So please, read and tell me what you think so far. And I'm sorry if this chapter may seem boring. But that's only because it's the beginning and it's more of an introduction or whatnot.

Chapter 01.

"Shit!" Another deep puddle instantly soaking through the last bit of dryness his jeans housed. Not particularly in the mood, or prepared rather, for the sudden heavy downpour, the 19 year old was forced to run home; covering his head with his arms in order to prevent any further damage to his hair.

Making a sharp turn at the corner, and almost slipping in the process, Sanji finally spotted the tall building in the distance. He was almost there. Not long now. Dashing passed the many different shops already closed for the night, the blonde panted heavilly; breath not quite coming as easy as it used to due to long nights secretly lighting up with a few friends. But that was in the past when he was still in high school. Sanji was older now and lived on his own.

And he could quit anytime he wanted to.

But as the teenager neared his destination, a flash of something small and dark snapped his attention from in front of him towards the last alleyway. Slipping rahter ungracefully to a stop, Sanji peered around the edge of the brick building, eyes immediately locking on the tiny bundle on the rain slick ground.

Upon closer inspection, blue orbs widened in shock, arms dropping from their unnecessary, and futile, attempt at protection. It was a person, he noted. Not exactly close enough to see what gender, the blond was, at first, unable to do much but stare in horror. There was blood everywhere. The walls, the body, and currently pooling in a slow rhythm on the trash littered ground with the aid of the heavy rain.

A thick mass of black hair fell in damp tangles, obscuring view of the person's face as the lanky body curled into itself, seeking warmth in what little form it could. Without thinking, Sanji moved forward to kneel slightly and lift the incredibly thin figure into his arms before turning and continuing the last mile towards his apartment.


Kicking the door shut, the 19 year old moved to gently place the body on the couch. Now up close and with actual light, Sanji could now confirm that it was a boy. And if he hadnt spotted the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would've seemed dead. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Sanji hesitantly reache out to lightly trace the bruises that took home on the boy's face and arms. What had happened to him? The kid couldnt be any older than 16.

Gaze falling to the shredded white shirt that clung to his frame with the aid of the rain water, more bruises and cuts were discovered. Commen sense finally hitting him like a freight train, the teenager turned and stumbled towards the bathroom for the first aid kit.

Grimly noticing the long wet trail he was creating, the blonde returned moments later; kneeling by the couch to get to work. Peeling off the remains of the boy's shirt, Sanji began to gently clean up what blood he could before starting to bandage him up. Not quite comfortable with removing his battered shorts, he just made do with bandaging around them.

"Done." Sanji sighed, sitting back and leaning against the small coffee table. Glancing over a damp shoulder, he lifted a hand and snatched up the box that housed what he was itching for. Sliding the stick between his lips, the teenager patted himself down before locating his lighter.

Taking a long, much needed drag, Sanji moved to unbotton the saturated shirt; making sure to keep an eye on the unconscious boy. Work wasn't so great that day. Less customers due to the warning of a thunderstorm. Not even his beloved Nami-San showed up at the Kaizoku Bar and Grill, completely putting a damper on his hindered spirits. Vivi-Chan didnt seem to mind much, though. The lack of drooling, perverted, drunk fucks giving her a perfectly good chance to try on the new mini skirt she had just purchased.

Of course, he couldn't help but oggle her beauty and shower her with compliments all day. Even the offer of a date, however, awarded the teenager with no action. But hey, Monday's another day!

Kicking off his shoes and tossing the dark fabric to the floor, Sanji plucked the cigarette from his lips to blow out a thin clodu of smoke. Returning it to it's rightful place, his gaze fell upon the child again. But the wide eyes staring back at him caused the blonde to jump; inhaling the air pollution and suddenly reduced to a coughing fit.

Standing up quickly and blinking away the tears, Sanji finished choking to realize that the boy was awake. He was awake!

"O-oi. Are you..okay?" he asked, almost forgetting how to talk in his state of shock. But instead of talking, the dark haired teenager nodded slowly; large black eyes scanning the room and its surroundings. Sanji didn't think anything of his silence though.

Instead, he turned and ran to the kitchen to return with a large glass of water. The boy accepted the offering gratefully, downing it in almost one gulp.

"Do you need anything? Food? More water?" He looked about ready to agree on the food with that large smile that flashed across his face, but instead, it vanished and he shook his head. The wide eyes were suddenly drooping and a large yawn told Sanji that he was still too tired to eat.

'Well, duh! Who knows what he's been through..' It was almost surreal. What was he supposed to do with him? Take him to the hospital? No, he seemed alright. Make him leave after he wakes up again? No, that would just be heartless.

'Heartless? You're known to be, you hypocrital fuck!'

Rolling his eyes at the inner voice, he watched as the boy's eyes slipped shut despite his fighting to stay awake.

Take him home? What if he didn't even know where he lived? What then!

Groaning out loud despite himself, the blonde raked a hand through his hair in annoyance. He had no clue what to do. But before he could figure that out, the shrill ring of the phone interrupted him.

Reaching over to the small desk, Sanji grabbed the cordless and pressed talk, answering rather unpleasantly.

"What?"

"Oi. Watch your mouth, Kuso-cook." Oh. The green haired bastard. What did he want? It wasn't like there was a meeting or something.
"Anyways, get your skinny ass down here. We have a 'client' waiting." Well...it wasnt a meeting.

Turning to look down at the figure curled up on his couch, Sanji blew a dark cloud of smoke from his nose.

"Look...boss," he emphasized on the last word,"..you can handle one guy on your own cant you? I know, I know, your strongest man aint there to protect your ass and all, but.."

The boy rolled over, snoring lightly as his foot twitched; mess of black hair falling over to engulf his face.

"Egotistical asshole. But what?" Zoro's voice snarled over the receiver.

"but...I've got a little..'something'..to take care of."

TBC