Author's Note: Pics for this chap on my wattpad and Quotev accounts.
The world is filled with a lot of shady organizations and corrupt people. Pirates, the Mafia, the World Government, the Rebellion, and there's even corruption and dirty marines that can be found within the Marine corps. itself.
Aside from the Four Emperors and the Seven Warlords, the pirates don't have any kind of organization or hierarchy outside of their own crews. So, overall, pirates aren't very worrisome, compared to others, many pirates, crew or otherwise, are just out for themselves. Both in a sense of greed and self-preservation. Because of this, the Marines are quick to take care of pirates and their crews who seek power and Gol D. Rodger's treasure, the One Piece.
The Rebellion, on the other hand, seems to be growing swiftly. The World Government has no idea how to stop the Rebellion's rapid growth. But more than anything, they mostly only cause trouble for the World Government. Not to mention they are very discrete with their work and missions. If anyone knows anything about the Rebellion or has even heard about them. None of them outside of the Grand Line.
The Marine corps. is large and formidable, but really, they are the police that work under the World Government. But that doesn't mean there aren't any very well-known and highly ranked powerful figures within its corps. The Marine's main focus is to keep the peace and catch as many pirates as they can.
Then there's the World Government itself, which always goes out of its way to get others to do the dirty work for them. Frequently. Corruption, policies, and just the Government itself aside, there isn't much to say about it aside from its narcissistic superiority over everyone else.
And finally, the mafia. Compared to the fight/rivalries going between pirates and the marines along with the World Government and the Rebellion, the Mafia itself isn't seen as that big of a deal. The Mafia might as well just be living in its own world as if it didn't exist in the first place. But because of this, the Mafia and its power grew exponentially, without anything stopping them the Mafia and its connections knew no bounds. It weeded itself deeply withing the black market, the World's underground and its activities, and, most importantly, the people and civilians they associate with. Many of the Mafia remain outside of the Grand Line, only the strongest families have bases/members that work within the Grand Line. Even then, those families don't send out many of their own famiglia to such a dreaded and deadly place.
But the strongest and most powerful mafia familglia of them all is none other than the Vongola. Their main base, a mansion, being situated in a small central island in the East Blue. In the Vongola Mansion located in the East Blue, you'd think nothing could touch it. That no one would be stupid enough to battle the Vongola Decimo and his Guardians inside their own home.
The mafia has never met anyone like the Straw Hat pirates before. Which is proven by the current battles taking place within said Mansion.
The participants of one of these battles is a certain blonde cook and sadistic illusionist. Both have been fighting for, at least, an hour. Mukuro is a little bruised, blood dripping from his nose, which is a little crooked, meaning it is likely broken, and his clothes are rumbled. Aside from that, the Mist Guardian looked perfectly fine.
Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Sanji. His entire body is covered in either bruises, burns, or bites, only from those dogs, Sanji took no chance with those snakes Mukuro would summon.
But, this whole time, during the fight, he just doesn't get it. Everything that has taken place in the battle between him and Mukuro, Sanji can hardly understand any of it.
The others have explained Dying Will Flames to Sanji, and the cook knows that Mukuro is Vongola's Mist Guardian, which means he wields Mist Dying Will Flames. But Sanji has no idea how that has to do with fact that the pineapple haired man is able to consistently create thing after thing to attack Sanji with. The cook just doesn't understand how any of that has got to do with Mukuro's Mist Dying Will Flames.
And that's not the only frustrating part of this whole battle, with each obstacle Mukuro creates, Sanji takes damage. Of course, Sanji has managed to dodge and/or defeat every creation Mukuro throws his way, but he doesn't always leave unscathed. If only he could figure out how to combat and get past Mukuro's creations faster in order to get to Mukuro. Then, Sanji could land more devastating blows than he has been able to this whole time.
Yet, so far, Sanji hasn't figured out how to do that.
Mukuro barely gives him a chance to combat with the current creation Mukuro made before sending out another... Columns of fire... Spikes of ice... Rapid dogs... Snakes... Even these shadowy figures of Mukuro himself. And that's only his creations. Whenever Sanji manages to get past or defeat these creations and gets close to the Mist Guardian. But Sanji quickly learns that Mukuro, himself, is a skilled fighter even without his creations.
Mukuro is skilled in wielding that trident of his, almost skewering Sanji multiple times throughout their fight. The two would trade blows, Sanji landing more hits on Mukuro, his speed somehow catching the sadistic Guardian off guard, enabling the several kicks to land their mark. But, unfortunately, Mukuro is as cunning as he is sadistic.
Thus, each time Sanji would get even remotely close with him, Mukuro would quickly defend himself from the chef's attacks, only to push Sanji back and summon more creations for the cook to deal with, all while Mukuro laughed at Sanji's misfortune.
But even so, Sanji never once stops. His body doesn't let him, nor does his heart, and his rage. With everything that has happened. That Sanji has seen and learned about Lambo and the Vongola that the boy called his famiglia. Well, Sanji will be damned before he loses to this pineapple haired sadist and let him take Lambo away again.
So, despite hit after hit, despite all the pain, Sanji keeps going without faltering. Keeps fighting, never stopping for a second. Never once did he think about giving up and conceding defeat.
Sanji hasn't been a part of Luffy's crew for very long. Thus, he didn't know Lambo's past as well as the others. Never got the chance to before that 'Arcobaleno' bastard Reborn came and took the young teen away. But he's heard bits and pieces from everyone as well as making multiple observations and conclusions himself.
None of it paints a pretty picture for Lambo's home life and childhood before he had met Luffy and the others. As far as the cook is aware, Lambo has only ever had two people look out for him, and one of them had died, from what the others had told Sanji.
It's all horrible. It should never have happened anyone. And yet, it did, to Lambo. Sanji would rather burn in hell before he lets it happen again.
Sanji ducked underneath the swing of a trident, swinging up his leg for a strong kick to the chest. But Mukuro was fast, he was quick enough to pull back the trident from its full swing and use it to block Sanji's kick. All with this wide confident smirk on his face.
A smirk that Sanji will be more than happy to wipe off.
There isn't much that Sanji isn't angry about right now. But there are three things about this whole scenario that really pisses him the hell off.
"Kurufufufu.", Mukuro laughed as he pushed Sanji back.
The blonde cook panted while his injuries constantly stung. As if to continuously remind Sanji of their presence. Right now, Sanji is positive that the only thing that is preventing him from feeling the full pain of his current injuries is the mix of adrenaline and rage.
"Honestly.", Mukuro practically cooed as his heterochromia eyes stared down at Sanji in superiority, "I don't understand why the stupid cow would even think he could find refuge with you pirates. I mean, what could you and your little rag tag group have that we don't? We'd match everything you got and more, not to mention better."
Sanji snarled, his eye narrowing dangerously, promising nothing short of hell to the sadistic pineapple.
Number one, Lambo past reminds Sanji way too much of his own along with his biological family, in which that Sanji wishes to forget. Forget where he, and who he was, before the Baratie, before the Old Geezer, hell, before that cruise ship where he once worked as an apprentice cook in the beginning of his own life.
And it made Sanji's skin crawl, and his insides clench angrily at the mere thought of the toxic environment and unintentional abuse Lambo went through and will continue to go through if the Straw Hats don't get him out right now. For no child should go through what both he and Lambo have gone through when growing up.
It makes it worse for Sanji to watch, all the little things and small details the cook has seen during the gala and from the scars in the aftermath when he had met Lambo before the teen was forced back here by that shitty hitman.
In the end, it's one thing to experience all that trauma and abuse yourself, but it's something else entirely when you witness someone else, see another like yourself, experience a very similar scenario.
Patty and Carne came back with the boat in the front, and none to gently, Gin tossed in Creed's unconscious form. And then proceeded to throw in the rest of the crew.
"It's gonna sink!", Sanji hears one shout over the many complaints, groans, and panicked shouts as the small boat bobbed dangerously low in the waves, the cook smirked in amusement at the group's panic.
Sanji stood next to Lambo, the small teen standing between Sanji and Gin, the trio staring at the boat and wiggling crew with wide smiles, all for different reasons.
Gin's excitement for a bright exciting future in the Grand Line, Lambo's hopes that the crew will turn around and Sanji may join Luffy's crew, and Sanji just happy that the Baratie is now safe and sound, still in their possession.
"Why did I hesitate? What was I so worried about?", Gin wonders, Sanji turns to the former commander as he basks in the weight that he no longer feels on his shoulders, "When I think about it, I can't help but feel stupid."
Sanji had nothing to say to that, for he had no idea how Gin may feel. He could guess, but it's probably not even close to the liberation and weightless Gin feels, the contentment. Lambo shrugged, to Gin's words, Sanji assumed that the teen had a similar thought process as the cook. But Lambo's next words proved otherwise, surprising Sanji.
"There can be many reasons.", Lambo commented thoughtfully, "But when you think about it, they all stem down to fear. It's hard to take that jump, and not many do. But you can't help but feel alive once you did it."
Sanji felt as if a cold bucket of ice has been poured down his back, shivering at what Lambo's words could mean. Where did Luffy find this kid? Where did he come from before Luffy managed to string the kid along to join his crew as well.
But while Sanji remained in silent horrification, Gin just chuckles, his smile widening, "Yeah... Still feel stupid though."
Lambo snorted in agreement before he soon burst out laughing for a short while.
"You and me both.", Lambo had answered with a smile.
But Sanji could only feel anger by the words. Making a silent promise to help the kid cope with whatever trauma and scares, both mental and physical, Lambo surely has. Sanji won't say anything about it, won't bring it up unless Lambo does, but that doesn't mean he's useless and can't help Lambo heal.
Sanji promised himself this, carefully keeping his expression blank so as to not let anyone know what he was just thinking as he looks over at the still sleeping Luffy with Lambo and Gin, the latter about to say his farewell.
Yeah, no way is the kid going back to where he came from.
Alas, the world is a cruel and dark place, a fact that he and, unfortunately, Lambo know very well. For Lambo was dragged back by the greatest hitman known as Reborn, and Sanji couldn't do anything about it. That's why he's here, right now, it's why he is fighting with everything he has despite having just healed from his fight in Arlong Park.
Lambo grew up in darkness, and Sanji is going to drag him out of it, killing anyone that dares in his way. All because even though a person may be familiar with the darkness, doesn't mean they should forever bask in its presence.
Like hell, Sanji is going to let Lambo continue to bathe in the darkness that will only continue to constantly hurt him. Lambo has been living in the dark long enough, he just got a taste of the light before being dragged back. Just a taste of the light is a far cry from what Lambo truly deserves. So, Sanji is determined to make sure that Lambo gets a full three course meal.
It took a little longer than the last several other times Mukuro has sent one of his creations towards Sanji. But he had finally gotten past the tunnel of flames Mukuro had blasted the cook's way.
Now the two are locked together in battle once more. Sanji's breath hitched in his throat as he took a step back, barely dodging from being stabbed by Mukuro's trident. Sanji quickly threw his leg up, and slammed it down on the trident, stabbing its blades into the floor at the two males' feet. Before Mukuro could even try and pull his weapon out of the mansion's carpeted floor, he got kicked once, twice, and a third time in the face. Sanji's heel then dug itself into Mukuro's rib cage, causing the illusionist to wheeze as he stumbled back, never losing his tight grip on his trident once, so the weapon was freed from the floor as Mukuro struggled to catch the lost air Sanji had just expelled from his lungs.
But despite his pain, Mukuro smirked. He'll admit, this cook is strong alright. In fact, this battle actually reminds him of the first fight he had with that Skylark when he first came to the small and isolated island known as Namimori.
It amused Mukuro actually.
For he was confident that, just like his battle with the younger Cloud Guardian, Hibari Kyoya, Mukuro would win this fight as well. Because, just as he had admitted earlier, Sanji is strong. More so than Mukuro had originally expected when first going into this fight, but Mukuro also believes Sanji to be stupid.
The poor fool had just given Mukuro the space he needed with that last attack. Mukuro couldn't help but chuckle as he smirked, believing his victory would soon be at hand. The moron should've continued his attack with the way Mukuro was cornered when Sanji had the upper hand. Instead he threw the advantage away.
Just like that, Mukuro immediately summoned more illusions than before.
This is the end.
Number two, Lambo's eating habits.
Sanji will never admit this to anyone, but the first person he noticed at the Straw Hat's table before making his way there was not, in fact, Nami.
Sanji had just finished serving out a small table of four orders when loud laughter pierced through the restaurant. The sou Chef turned to see a tanned skinny long nosed guy and a ginger haired girl laughing loudly at something out of Sanji's line of sight. It was barely a second when another voice joined the two's laughter small teen with shaggy curls, pale skin, and jade green eyes, clutching his stomach from how hard the boy was laughing at none other than chore boy, who was busy coughing on what Sanji can see is water.
A green haired broad shoulder man stood over chore boy, scolding the other while he rolled on the ground, tongue sticking out of his mouth and complaining like the little kid Sanji has quickly learned he is.
It only seemed to make the other three laugh even harder. Sanji's eye automatically trailed over right to the kid again, then they narrowed dangerously.
The cook is now stuck, eyes pinned and scanning over the kid relentlessly, hoping that he is wrong. But Sanji is currently too far away to be sure. He notices the ginger haired girl again, eyes lingering on her smile, curves, hair, etc.
Welp might as well hit two birds with one stone.
Sanji pasted a large smile on his face as he quickly made his way to the table.
But rather, it was Lambo himself who had caught the cook's eye.
As Sanji had told the rest of the crew while they ate the food provided for the Gala, the first thing Sanji noticed about Lambo, was how skinny and small the kid is. His worry only grew when he learned the young teen is actually fifteen while they were sailing to Arlong Park in order to get Nami back. Lambo's size and height alone made him look thirteen or fourteen years old, not that large of a difference, but enough for Sanji to still be concerned of Lambo's health and eating habits.
A healthy fifteen-year-old shouldn't be as small as Lambo, and this is beyond the curly-haired boy just being short. He should be on his growth spurt at this age, growing another inch every other day, but that's just not the case. As a cook, Sanji knows full well why Lambo is as small as he is for his age.
Sanji is very passionate when it comes to his craft and skills. Especially when it comes to other's stomachs. So, obviously, Sanji is no stranger to the signs of malnutrition. It's why Sanji always secretly gives Lambo extra helpings, encourages the boy to snack some more, anything to get more food into the teen.
Which is difficult when Lambo came out of his childhood with low self-esteem, uncertainty in almost all, if not most, social interactions with others, and the strange, at the time, fear Lambo had of eating in public places. Sanji's not stupid, he saw how stiff and tense Lambo was while the pirate crew had eaten at the Baratie.
Sanji has always been, and always will be, a cook. That fact will never change for as long as he shall live. His job is to make sure his crew get the food they need in order to become, or remain, healthy and strong. So, seeing someone like Lambo, being too scared to eat because of the people who are supposed to take care of him make him too scared and/or anxious to do so...?
Well... what kind of a cook would Sanji be if he didn't right this wrong?
Mukuro was caught off guard. An emotion that has rarely happened to the trident wielding Guardian. The Mist Guardian can count the number of times that has happened to him on one hand. Yet Mukuro never would have thought that one of those times would be at the hands of a short-tempered pirate cook.
The four illusions Mukuro had sent out towards Sanji did nothing. After creating the illusions, Mukuro watched on gleefully, fully expecting to watch Sanji struggle more with the extra illusions added in. This whole time, Mukuro was playing around with the pirate cook. Never once believing he could lose to such a weak and small opponent, in his eyes. He enjoyed toying with the cook in this fun game of cat and mouse.
Or, what was a fun game.
This entire time, Mukuro had thought he had known who the cat was in this game, but apparently, that wasn't the case. Mukuro isn't the cat in this game.
For once in every life and reincarnation Mukuro has lived, this is the first time that he doesn't have any sort of control in a fight. This time he wasn't the one in charge, the whole time while they were fighting, Sanji had him right where he wanted him. This entire fight, Sanji took hit for hit in order to figure out Mukuro's tricks and skills, getting a feel for the way the pineapple haired man fought. And Mukuro was too cocky in his own skills, to confident in his own victory, that he didn't even know that he was the one being toyed with instead of the other way around.
From the beginning of this fight, Mukuro made the exact same mistake as the Varia, Byakuran, and all the other enemies he, Tsuna, and the others have faced in their youth. Mukuro had underestimated his opponent.
And it's gonna cost him.
So no, this time, for the first time since he had escaped from that God Forsaken Lab, Mukuro is no longer the hunter, instead, he has become the hunted.
This time Mukuro is the prey.
Last, but definitely not least, number three. None of them, except for that skylark, even knew how hurt Lambo really is.
No, scratch that.
None of them even realized Lambo that they were all hurting in the first place!
Sanji could practically see Lambo mentally screaming for someone, anyone, to save him the moment he entered the ballroom with the Vongola Boss and the rest of the Guardians. The exact moment he noticed all eyes on him, the teen went pale, and Sanji could've sworn that Lambo was debating between running away or getting sick right then and there in front of everyone.
He was told of the scars on Lambo's wrists, hell, not even an hour ago the whole crew were told that Lambo even tried kill himself. And no one but that skylark even knows! Lambo still messes with those scars, not as much as when he first met the straw hats Sanji has been told. In fact, Sanji has never once seen Lambo mess with his scars until Reborn had come for him in Cocoyashi village.
No. Sanji won't stand for it.
Lambo turned to Sanji, unsure what to do about his down and unreadable expression, he looked lost in thought. So, Lambo settled for a light, albeit awkward, pat on the back. Sanji turns to him with a raised brow.
"No need to push yourself there kid.", Sanji said with a small smirk.
Lambo got an irk mark on his head, "I'm not a kid! Also, I was just trying to help, sue me for not knowing what else to do!"
Sanji just chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette as he gratefully ruffled the teen's hair, much to Lambo's chagrin, with a playful smirk.
Lambo was suddenly back to his feet, whip striking like a snake, tripping Sanji so he was sitting down on the deck with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"What-?"
"What does that kid think he's doing!?", shouts Carne with his hands on his head.
Lambo swung the whip, his arm circling up and around his head. Another loud 'crack!' sounded as the whip snatched the gun from Gin's grip and into Lambo's awaiting hands.
"I'm all for not giving up.", Lambo says calmly to Sanji, tossing the gun into the sea behind him, "But a little rest doesn't hurt anyone. Your no good to Zeff, or the restaurant, if you end up dead from your exhaustion and injuries. Bet your head is still spinning from that last blow."
He smiled gently at the shocked cook.
"I've been taking it easy so far during this battle, let me handle things while you rest up.", Lambo's smile widened as he rolled up his whip and placed it back in his bag.
Sanji just stared at Lambo wide-eyed, Lambo stared back, completely at ease.
"Woah!", five-year-old Lambo gaped before jumping up and down in excitement, "Curly Brow! Curly Brow!"
"Wha-? When did you even get here kid?", Sanji asked, looking very confused.
"I'm not a kid!", Lambo shouts with furrowed brows and a large pout on his lips, stomping his foot as if to prove his point. (He proved the opposite actually.)
Not allowing Sanji to say another word otherwise, Lambo clambered on top of the man's lap and proceeded to pout as he crossed his arms, sulking pointedly.
Unable to help himself, Sanji chuckled as he petted the kid's giant afro.
"Sure, you aren't.", the chef appeased, looking very amused throughout the entire situation.
"Lambo-san is great hitman.", Lambo pouts, but his words caused Sanji to pause as he was hit with the realization of who this kid just might be.
"L-lambo?", Sanji asks confused.
"Yep.", Lambo chirps happily, shaking off his depressive aura, no longer sulking, "I'm Lambo!"
"Holy shit.", was all Sanji was able to say, standing up, picking up Lambo as he did so, "Hey Lambo, my name's Sanji. What brings you here?"
Lambo suddenly turns shy, tapping his pointer fingers together, refusing to look the chef in the eyes. His cheeks turned a little red, which honestly made the little boy look absolutely adorable.
"I got upset, so I used the bazooka to find my friends.", Lambo finally admitted.
Sanji raised a brow, "You used... a bazooka... in order to find your friends?"
Yeah, the chef knew there was more to the story, and something told him that this kid's name being the same as the introverted young teen that just sprinted out the restaurant minutes prior, just before Sanji did, with pink glittery smoke coming from him, is no coincidence.
"One of your friends wouldn't happen to be a pirate made of rubber wearing a straw hat?", Sanji asks, testing his theory.
"You know rubber man?", Lambo asks, his eyes lighting up, "Yay! Rubber man~! Rubber man~!"
Sanji chuckles, "Yeah, I know where he is. I'll take you to him."
Sanji leaned forward, placing his hand heavily on Lambo's shoulder, as if to signify the importance of his next words.
"Listen to me Lambo, women must always be cherished. Every one of them are beautiful in their own way and must be treated as the perfect creatures they are, understand?"
Lambo nodded his head vigorously, pretending he absolutely did understand.
Somehow, Sanji could tell that Lambo still didn't get it, despite the teen's best efforts to hide his confusion. But he only leaned back with a calm knowing smile.
"Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough. When you do, I will teach you everything on how to treat a lady as she deserves!", Sanji said, voice calm at first before rising in his passion.
"I'll hold you to that.", Lambo sweat drop, no real meaning in his words.
Sanji brought his hand down and clasped Lambo's shoulder in a firm grip, tight enough to ground the teen, but not so much that it hurts. Lambo slowly looked up to see Sanji staring down at him, face expressionless, calmly smoking a cigarette.
"Breath.", Sanji ordered him, his voice firm, but there was care hidden in the tone.
Sanji rubbed Lambo's shoulder soothingly as Lambo took in a shaky breath, then concentrated on keeping his breathing even.
"There you go.", he whispered, gently turning Lambo's attention back to the current conversation.
Lambo had said he was brought of the past and future scars he has or will receive in battle. That they are proof to the teen that he has fought well and hard. But Lambo hates the scars on his wrists.
And there is no way in HELL that Sanji is going to let Lambo stay here just so he'll end up adding any more. Who knows, maybe he'll be more successful with another attempt if the Cloud Guardian isn't here to watch him since NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO CARE ENOUGH TO FREAKING NOTICE A DAMN THING!
No way on hell, heaven, or earth is Sanji letting the kid go!
There is no way in hell-!
"-THAT I'M LETTING OUR KID STAY IN THIS TOXIC DUMP WITH YOU PIECES OF SHIT!", "Sanji shouts at Mukuro as he landed in the space that Mukuro was just standing in not even a second earlier, a small crater appearing from the impact of Sanji's landing.
It's starting to drive Mukuro a little crazy with how little he knows about what's going on in this situation. And it all honestly unnerves with just how little he currently knows.
"What do you mean?", Mukuro asks carefully, unsuccessful in hiding the shakiness in his voice, but hoping to stall for enough time for either back up, and/or so he can conjure up a plan that will end with his victory.
"Exactly that.", Sanji practically growled, "You. Don't. Know."
Mukuro's eyes narrowed, but Sanji wasn't finished.
"You people all make me sick.", Sanji hissed, "Do you know how painful it is to know that a kid thinks his unworthy and unlovable because both the family of blood and family of choice have disregarded him as nothing more than a nuisance."
This time, it was Mukuro's turn to growl, "But he is a-."
"Finish that sentence, I god damn dare you fruit cake.", Sanji interrupted dangerously, his eyes stormy as he glared down the illusionist, "I don't want to hear one word from you about who you think Lambo is. Because. You. Know. NOTHING-!"
Sanji suddenly stumbled forward from an impact on his back, his wide and mouth open in a silent shout from shock.
...
Lambo gritted his teeth as he was forced to remain still from the twisted armlock and foot to his back that Gokudera had, pinning Lambo against a cherry blossom tree and keeping the fifteen-year-old still. But Lambo has seen Gokudera use a similar move against Hibari in one of their spars, fights, in the past.
His eyes flashed with lightning sparking a little at the corners Lambo jerked his body, hurting his arm a little in the process but causing no damage, while throwing Gokudera off balance, forcing him to drop his foot from Lambo's back in order to stay upright. Taking advantage of the small freedom, Lambo ducked under neath his arm, untwisting it from the lock Gokudera had it in, pulling Gokudera forward and kneeing him in the jaw. With Vongola's Storm Guardian dazed, Lambo quickly hooked his foot around Gokudera's ankle, and with a sharp tug, Gokudera released his grip on Lambo and fell backwards.
Lambo leapt back, giving himself the much-needed room in order to recompose himself and reanalyze the fight and decide what the best approach in the fight's continuation.
Meanwhile, Gokudera went with the momentum of the fall, rolling backwards and back on to his knees as he regarded Lambo with a snarl on his face. Eyes practically glittering with anger and his body oozing with Gokudera's Storm flames, being fed by the silver haired man's current temper.
But before the man could even think of launching some sort of attack or strike of his own, both fighters were distracted by Gokudera's glowing Vongola ring. They stared as an orb of red Storm flames rose from the accessory being speeding off inside the Vongola mansion. Much to Gokudera's confusion. Unfortunately for the Storm Guardian, while he was distracted Lambo sped forward and punched Gokudera right in the jaw, sending the man tumbling back while spewing multiple curses.
"Eyes on me pezzo di merda.", Lambo states darkly with narrowed eyes before lunging forward (you piece of shit).
...
There a very few times Mukuro has been surprised. Even less so with the number of times something has ever left Mukuro completely baffled.
This would be the first.
For there stood Sanji, calmly holding a newly lit cigarette in hand, one leg raised at the red, his entire leg covered in storm flames and right behind him stood God himself, or known better by everyone else as G. The first Storm Guardian of Vongola. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets as his narrowed eyes regarded Mukuro with a sharp glare.
"You see, the 'stupid cow' that you obviously see as nothing more than a useless plaything, is worth more than you can even dream.", Sanji states, picture perfect definition of the word calm, but while the cook remained calm, the mansion began to shake and rumble, as if in anger in Sanji's stead, "Doesn't matter if you see the true worth he holds or not. You. Can't. Have him."
And with the extra boost of G's storm flames, Sanji sped forward faster than ever. Throwing Mukuro off guard, causing him to be too slow to react to Sanji's kick, throwing the illusionist into a wall, creating a large crater. With a groan, Mukuro pried himself from the stone wall. Trident in hand, Mukuro was about to cast another illusion, but Sanji was faster.
His foot stomped down on the ground, hard. Causing multiple pieces of carpet and stone to rise in the air. Sanji, now on his hands, spun in a wide circle his legs out and guiding the storm flame engulfed pieces of rubble, Mukuro's way. Forcing the Mist Gurdian to divert his attention from creating an illusion, instead spinning his trident masterfully as he destroys and diverted ever piece of stone heading his way.
But from his startled mind, Mukuro's mental prowess wasn't up to its usual capabilities.
Which meant Mukuro had his full focus on defending himself, losing track of his opponent who used the Mist Guardian's distracted to his advantage. Sanji jumped towards Mukuro who tried to slash down with his trident just as the cook landed right in front of him. But Sanji stepped to the side, wrapping his leg around the trident and forcing it from Mukuro's slackened grip in his surprise. Sanji jumped in the air, releasing the trident and allowing it to fly away from Mukuro's grasp while his other leg swung around with a sharp kick to Mukuro's cheek. Then Sanji swiftly flipped backwards, both his feet slamming into Mukuro's chin, causing the man to stumble a little bit backwards. Now standing on his hands, Sanji's legs came back down with a vengeance, slamming into Mukuro's face and top of his head, sending him stumbling forwards back to where he was just standing.
Now back on his feet, Sanji spun his leg back around in a one eighty-degree arc, his whole leg engulfed in storm flames. With no way out and no way to block the attach effectively in time.
...
From the back of the Vongola mansion, there was a loud crash Mukuro was smashed right through the second story window and fell to the ground with a loud 'Thump!'. Landing in a crumbled heap down below. The height was tall enough to kill Mukuro, but's it's been a while since the man has felt so much pain and his body has been covered in so many injuries. Not to mention the number of cracked and/or broken bones he is most likely sporting by now.
With a groan, Mukuro blinked his eyes open just in time to see Sanji walking away from the shattered remains of the now open window while G stood over the defeated Mist Guardian.
"Why'd you help?", Mukuro grunted, unable to help his own curiosity at Primo's Storm Guardian's unexpected appearance.
"This is your judgement.", G answered simply, his voice stoic, yet you could tell it took everything within the spirit to not start screaming right then and there.
"For what?" croaked Mukuro.
G's eyes narrowed as they flashed angrily.
"For hurting one of your own.", G finally answered before disappearing in a burst of red dying will storm flames.
And like that, Mukuro succumbed to his own injuries and finally fell unconscious.