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What For Us the Goddess Pleasure With Her Meretricious Smiles*

"We're hosting, no one's fighting tonight."

"Zoro got the last one though! You said I'd be able to fight tonight!"

"No," Shanks repeated slowly, eyes scrunching up in his head. "I said you could fight the next one we were in. We're hosting tonight. Two other teams are bringing their fighters and medical teams in because they don't have good enough arenas. No one from our team is fighting tonight except Kid for the opening."

"AwwwwwWWWW!" Luffy let out an impressive groan, throwing his hands up into the air. Zoro would have been grinning at the outburst except for the fact that he was desperately itching for a fight too. Shanks should have known better though, honestly. Both he and Luffy here and not on the fighting roster? Of course Luffy was going to throw a fit. And he was pretty close to throwing one himself; a week and a half of being glued to Sanji's side while the cook did nothing but cook was going to make him snap, no matter how good the food was.

"And you have to stay with Sanji."

Now it was Zoro's turn to groan. "He's a cripple, what the hell can he do? All he does is read in bed and cook!"

"OOOH! Maybe Sanji will make be a lunch box for the fight tonight!"

"I think that would be a wonderful idea," Shanks said coolly before turning back to Zoro, glad that Luffy's mind was finally on something else. "Law wants him out and about because his leg isn't healing as fast as they thought it would, walking around or whatever. They're trying to liven him up and see if the energy and lessened stress will help. Try to bring him tonight. Kid's fighting so I know you'll want to come."

Zoro crossed his arms, feeling slightly childish but doing it anyways. "He won't want to come."

Sanji had actually been offered walks and other trips outside to test the stress and energy theory, but he'd refused every time. Even for simple things like a run to the grocery store for some things they were low on. That was the last time Zoro ever went for him; doing laps through the stupid place with Sanji yelling at him from the other end of the phone was high up on his list of "things that made him lose it." And every time he turned a corner they switched the food displays around so it took him four times as long to get ahold of anything Sanji needed. He'd almost been kicked out from screaming at the cook so much.

Zoro was beginning to wonder if Sanji hadn't told them anything about where he was from because he really didn't have anywhere to go back to other than the research facility. Law thought it was possible, which only solidified the thought. The cook certainly wasn't doing anything to show that he really did want to get out of here as fast as possible, except squawk about it every possible second.

"I'll talk to him."

Zoro sighed heavily. Whatever, maybe it would help him find how to make Sanji smile. All the… good energy, or whatever, from the fight.

-oOo-

Sanji looked uncomfortable. No, that wasn't a strong enough word. He was hunched down in the wheel chair he'd been cajoled into, hiding beneath the thick brim of the hat Law had lent him. He'd shoved all of his hair up inside it and yanked it down sideways to hide that his eye was bandaged so he couldn't be recognized later even if someone did see him.

Zoro couldn't quite decide if cow print was a good look on the blond.

He was pretty sure though that he was going to go with "no".

But Sanji didn't look happy at all. Maybe even queasy. Zoro rolled his eyes.

I swear to god, if he throws up…

"Stop looking at me like that, fucking marimo," Sanji snarled, curling further in on himself and wrapping the large blue coat Franky had given him earlier tighter around himself. It was long enough to hide the cast on his leg, but not long enough to cover Sanji's toes, due to the fact that he couldn't put a shoe on with the cast on his ankle too. His toes were twitching, another tell when his hands were gripping the coat too tightly to wring his fingers together. He looked like a crotchety old man.

Zoro sighed to himself, moving around to the back of the wheelchair. It was to be expected, he guessed. The last time Sanji had been out in the open—it seemed, not that Sanji was telling them—he'd been kidnapped, drugged, beaten within an inch of his life, and nearly sold as a sex slave. Even just dealing with doctors gave him anxiety. So much for a no-stress situation. Why was this a good idea again?

"We're sitting up in the top box with Shanks, Law, Luffy, Franky, Chopper, and plenty of others. No one will be able to see you over the railing, and even if they can, no eyes will be on you. Luffy's way too animated during fights. And if someone comes up, every single one of us can fight."

"I know that," Sanji snapped, hunkering further down in the seat despite what he said.

Zoro waited a moment to see if he was going to change his mind. "…Ready?"

"Just fucking go."

"Shit cook."

Zoro looked down as he started pushing Sanji forward, not sure what to make of the fact that the cook hadn't sniped a retort except that he wasn't relaxed in any sense of the word. Hopefully he'd forget his nerves during the fight.

Zoro waited for the bouncer at the door to hold it open before he pushed the wheelchair through. The man gave Sanji an odd look at the fact that he couldn't see any of his face, but didn't protest because Zoro was the one guiding him along. Zoro grimaced as Sanji visibly shivered and pulled at the coat tighter, the sounds of the crowd around the arena echoing down the hall toward them.

For some reason, the phrase, "easy, killer," was running through Zoro's head and he had the urge to whisper it to Sanji before they joined the crowd. It wouldn't have the same affect though. It had become such a big thing in his family that he could say it to any of the other three men and the calming effects were instantaneous, and most of their close friends knew the meaning too and it also worked on them; Sanji didn't have the right background.

Zoro pushed Sanji through the curtain of the top box where everyone was sitting, and almost instantly they were swallowed by the tremendous roar of the crowd. Echoes and screams reverberated through the walls as the arena seemed to shake from the floors up, packed to the brim with spectators not only from their city but from the two visiting territories as well. A deep pit lined with a guardrail was nestled in the center of the room, two enthusiastic men with sunglasses dancing around and inside and waving to the crowd as the last few people filed in and rushed to find seats.

Zoro stopped to let Sanji take in the scene and give him another chance to change his mind, but even with the clamor and commotion washing over them, Sanji's shoulders held strong. He'd even let go of his hat in order to get a complete view of the impressive room.

"…I couldn't…"

Zoro looked down, leaning around to Sanji's front and grinning when he saw Sanji's mouth hanging open as the blond tried to find the words he wanted.

Finally he seemed to figure out what he wanted to say. "…Is this really right under the building? You can't hear anything."

"Franky's good," Zoro agreed, pulling the wheelchair back into its space by Shanks and Luffy's seats. He waited a moment to see if Sanji needed anything, but the cook just continued to gape, so Zoro took his own seat.

"It's huge! This arena is amazing! We couldn't even hear it from the hallway we just walked up! It's not just me, right? My ears are still working fine?"

Luffy plunked heavily down from where he'd been standing on the railing, dinner Sanji had made for him clutched happy in his hands. "Shishishishi, Franky's the best! When I make it here, he's going to be my engineer!"

Sanji tore his eyes away from the pit in front of him where the two men were being handed microphones to look at Luffy. "You want to be a boss?"

"Yosh!" Luffy said confidently. "I'm going to be! I'll be even stronger than Shanks!" Beside him, Shanks grinned and shook his head to himself, cracking open another beer to add to the three empty ones already at his side.

"Zoro's going to be my second in command!"

"Hey hey, I didn't say—"

"And you'll be my cook!" Luffy laughed, punching his fists into the air. Sanji cracked a half smile and eyed Luffy with his one good eye, blue shining through the dim lighting of the room as the lights were turned down. Blinding spotlights flashed to life, illuminating the arena and the crowd exploded with cheers.

"Oh, you think so?"

"I know so," Luffy grinned hugely before turning back to the meal in his hands. "We have to have the best food to be the best!"

Sanji stared quietly at Luffy while he inhaled the food before turning back to the arena. "…Idiot, that's not how it works."

Zoro quirked an eyebrow at Sanji's faraway look, but as Johnny's voice rang out on the intercom from the pit, welcoming everyone and making the crowd scream, their attention was sucked back into the fight. Zoro leaned forward against the railing in front of them, muscles tingling under his skin at the contagious energy that saturated the air. Beside him, Sanji leaned forward in his chair to get a better view, expression still amazed. Zoro felt his grin stretch and his shoulders tighten with anticipation.

Time to show the shit cook what Shanks' people were made of.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and determined competitors!" Johnny screamed into the microphone, somehow drowning out the roar of the crowd around him. Beside him, Yosaku whipped off his sunglasses so only the protective gear around his face remained.

"Tonight, fighting for you, all the way from the other side of the country, Bellamy and his talented and intimidating team! And our neighbors from the edge of the sea, the terrifying Macro and his crew! Macro and Bellamy will face off after two incredible fights, Sarkies verses Gyaro and Lily verses Tansui! All bets will be taken during the opening fight!"

The crowd was a medley of hisses and cheers as the six jumped over the railing and down into the arena, loping around the pit to jeer at their opponents and wave to the crowd. One of the girls was elaborately blowing kisses and dancing on her tiptoes. It must have been a while since they'd fought if they were that excited. Zoro picked Bellamy and Macro out of the group, snorting to himself at the bandages still covering Bellamy's face.

"…They're a fucked up bunch," Sanji murmured beside him, leaning in so Zoro could hear him. "Except, of course, the lovely Lily."

Zoro rolled his eyes but nodded his agreement anyways.

"Which ones are the team captains?"

"The blond with the broken face and the under bite with the bad spray tan."

Sanji shot him a look to see if he was joking before looking back to the two. He didn't look the slightest bit impressed, and it made Zoro snort again.

"Yeah, the broken face is Luffy's doing. They weren't strong at all."

"…Then why are we here? And why is Shanks letting them fight here if they've already been beaten? He should be more selective with an arena like this."

Zoro ignored Sanji's accusatory tone and turned to find Law, who was leaning forward slightly, a smirk just starting to pull at his lips, his eyes darkening hungrily. Beside him, Killer got up from his chair to jump up on the railing and dangle his feet over the heads of the people sitting below them. It was time.

"Because they said they'd bring someone that Kid's been wanting to see for a while."

"…Who?"

"He's coming." Zoro pointed to the pit where someone else had jumped down into the circle, Kid's flaming red hair dancing like heat waves all the way back to where they were sitting. He broke into a maniacal grin and threw the heavy coat lined with fur to the side, sliding a pair of gloves out of his pockets. The jeering from the crowd ceased as the mass erupted with a deafening roar. Luffy let out a wild whoop and everyone else leaned forward, anticipation leeching into the air. Zoro felt the tingling start again in his muscles and for the umpteenth time that night wished he was the one down there in the sand lining the floor of the pit. There was nothing quite like feeling it crunch under his boots, the roaring of the crowd swallowing him like the sea.

Johnny and Yosaku shooed the two competing teams up the ladders and took a deep breath while Kid retied his bandana around his head, turning to face the empty ladders of the pit.

"And taking on our very own Eustass Kid, swooping in from the East side of the country, Haritsu Kendiyo!"

Kid's smile grew dangerously as a stocky, portly man thumped his way out of the crowd and into the pit, having the gall to climb slowly down the ladder into the arena with his back to Kid, who's smile only took on a more unhinged look in response. Zoro turned to find Law, who was already headed down the steps to help after the fight even though Chopper was already down there for Kid. The guy must have insulted Kid at some point for him to get that excited about a simple opening fight. Killer, having noticed that Law had left, leapt down from the railing and dashed to Zoro's side, pulling himself back up onto the bar once he was closer to family.

Down in the pit, Kendiyo had stopped less than ten feet from Kid, which was almost an insult in and of itself, and was taking the time to stretch before he met with Kid in the middle before the fight. Zoro couldn't quite see that far, but from how much he could see, there was a definite twitch in one of Kid's shoulders, which meant his eye was twitching too. He only did that to physically keep himself from launching himself at an opponent before it was time.

"You're got to be kidding me," Sanji muttered at Zoro's side, bringing a hand up to run the side of his forefinger along his bottom lip as he sized up Kid's opponent. Zoro watched Sanji's lips longer than he probably should have, but even as the thought crossed his mind he couldn't find any reason to turn away.

"That guy's going to die."

Zoro shrugged.

"Kid will literally kill him."

"Probably."

"…God I miss fighting."

Zoro looked back up to Sanji's morose expression. The cook was quickly losing his interest in the fight as thoughts of his injured body swarmed back into his mind. Zoro felt something stick in his throat, mind whirring as he tried to come up with something to get his mood back up.

"Hey," he cut in finally, trying to act as disinterested as possible, "we could always go a round later tonight. See if your ankle can hold up. No sense in sitting still if it's only your shin that's the problem."

Sanji looked over to him, finger still blocking the view of his lips, his one good blue eye staring in disbelief at Zoro's indifferent face. Zoro could see the question behind his gaze: Did Law say it was ok? Chopper will get really mad if it's not.

Zoro shrugged again. "Might help kick start your body, get it healing faster if it knows it can't laze around."

Sanji turned back to the pit as Johnny and Yosaku scrambled up the ladders and out of the way, Kid and what's-his-face sliding into fighting stances across from each other. Out of the corner of his eye, Zoro caught the beginnings of a smile starting to pull at Sanji's cheeks.

"…Yeah. It'll probably help me sleep tonight too."

Zoro grinned in return and then turned back to the pit, his mind doing a victory whoop and kicking his already running adrenal gland into overdrive, screaming with the rest of the crowd for Kid to fucking get a move on—and Kid lunged.

Kid's hands lashed like scythes for Kendiyo's neck and the fatter man dropped to the ground, rolling out of the way as Kid snapped a fist toward the dirt, smashing it into the ground where his opponent's head had been seconds ago. When he yanked his fist back, blood was already flowing freely from his knuckles, but his smile was maniacal and dangerous. Oh yeah, he'd been insulted.

Zoro leaned over to Killer. "What did that guy do?"

"Who knows," Killer shrugged. "Must have really pissed him off though, Dad went down to help Chopper even before the fight started so he's really expecting him to be beaten to a pulp."

Kendiyo whirled up, kicking dirt toward Kid's face as he did, using the time Kid took to splutter and get it out of his eyes to find his footing and attack. Kendiyo's fist flew toward Kid's face and Zoro stilled, waiting for Kid to move out of the way, but Kid wasn't ready and the hit connected solidly with cheek, sending him stumbling back. Zoro jolted out of reflex at the hit and Killer shift in confusion next to him, the crowd exploding again at the sudden turn of events.

The redhead seemed to drift for a second, the whole pit moving in slow motion, and then out of nowhere he had both feet rammed firmly in the sand and sent a fist careening for Kendiyo's face. Zoro and Killer threw their fists into the air at the same time, roaring along with the crowd as Kendiyo flew back like a kite in a tornado, drilling into the ground like a rogue Frisbee. He scrambled to get his footing, grabbing for fistfuls of the sand—no doubt slightly disoriented from the blow—and he finally managed to get his head off of the ground, face gushing blood when he came up spluttering.

Kendiyo rolled over onto his back, trying to push himself to his feet and fumbling desperately for his sword when Kid appeared like a phantom over him, grinning like a demon sent to take Kendiyo back with him to hell.

Kendiyo gasped, spluttering out his resign when Kid's fist connected with his face again and smashed his head back into the ground. Beside Zoro, Sanji's hand flew up to cover his mouth and Zoro could have sworn he heard the cook snort in amused shock. Kid reached down and grabbed the collar of Kendiyo's shirt, dragging his head off of the ground and driving his fist into the fat face over and over again, cackling to himself with every hit. When it became apparent that Kendiyo could no longer physical check himself out, Johnny and Yosaku rushed out to grab at Kid's shoulders and stop him, but Zoro was pretty sure they'd let the redhead get in a couple more hits to rile up the crowd before they stopped him. Poor idiot was going to need a face transplant after this fight. Behind them, Law and Chopper rushed out, Chopper dancing like a panicked animal, bucking his feet into the air and screaming for a doctor.

Zoro oofed as Killer leapt heavily onto him from the railing, clambering up to sit on Zoro's shoulder like he used to when they were younger and he actually fit on Zoro's shoulder, waving his fists in the air and high fiving Luffy when the black-haired man bounded over.

Zoro looked down, pausing in his laughter when he caught Sanji's entertained smile, looking up at him and Killer like this was the dumbest thing Sanji had seen since people believed that gravity didn't exist because birds could fly.

"You people are weird," the cook said finally, reaching up to pull the hat further down on his head and Zoro grinned in return, turning his attention back to Killer to make sure he didn't fall.

-oOo-

Sanji still couldn't fight. It was painfully obvious—to both of them. He could barely stay upright on one leg with his target moving around him, and from the way he grimaced from the quick turns to keep Zoro in his sight, it would be a while before he could fight. After ducking awkwardly past a couple hits and kicking in Zoro's direction a couple times, he'd made Zoro wait so he could see if he could stay off of his legs all together and tried what looked like it could be an amazing move, flipping himself backwards onto his hands and whipping into a spin, but the pain or the weight of the cast or something had thrown him off and sent him crashing to the ground, screaming expletives the whole way.

And then Chopper had walked in.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!" he screeched from the doorway, eyes popping out of his head and making Sanji and Zoro wince. "DO YOU WANT TO PERMANENTLY DAMAGE YOUR LEG?! THAT CAST IS SO HEAVY! WHAT IF YOU DID DAMAGE TO YOUR SPINE WITH A MOVE LIKE THAT… AND HOW DID YOU EVEN DO THAT?! THAT WAS AMAZING!"

Sanji's mouth popped open slightly, floundering with what to say next and Zoro laughed, motioning for Sanji to show him again.

Sanji sat stupidly on the ground for a second before he got his brain back in gear and rolled over onto his stomach, pulling himself up awkwardly to his one good leg and balancing there for a second. Zoro slid Kitetsu and Shusui back into their sheaths and went to stand next to Chopper's agape face. Honestly, he really wanted to see it again too.

Sanji was still, shoulders relaxed, head tipped down, breathing slow. And then all at once, just like he'd done before, his spine whipped back, body contorting in ways it never should have been able to—especially injured like that—and his hands made contact with the ground. Zoro watched closely this time, knowing where to follow and when. He saw Sanji's fingers twitch to grip the floor mostly with the pads of his fingers and just use his palms for grounding, and then both legs were off the floor, snapping into a split and Sanji rotated like a tornado, entire body swiveling to accommodate the move as his feet whipped over his head.

Zoro's tongue darted out to flick over his bottom lip, unable to mask his wildly thrilled smile.

He couldn't wait until Sanji was ready to fight again.

Sanji's feet arced, dipping towards the ground suddenly and he touched the toes of his good foot down, spinning up into a standing position with his hands out to balance him as he struggled to keep his bad leg off of the ground. He hopped awkwardly for a second, looking like he'd made the landing, when the heel of the cast caught the mortar between the tiles of the floor and the cook toppled over like a top, arms flailing as he tried to catch himself before he crashed to the ground.

"FUCK!"

"WOOOOOOOOOW!" Chopper squealed. "…But you can't do that! You could really hurt yourself!"

Sanji's expression dropped, and he rolled over again blankly to push himself to his feet.

Zoro made a guilty face, looking down carefully to Chopper before he said, "I mean, what's the worst that could happen? All of his bones and stuff are back in place aside from his shin, and that's got a cast on it. If anything this will be better physical therapy because he has to work with the weight of the cast."

Sanji paused, staring perplexedly at Zoro from across the room. Zoro refused to make eye contact.

"And you said yourself," he continued, "it'd be better for Sanji to move around. This is what he normally does anyways; his body should be able to handle it. You know, keeping his spirits and energy up and all that crap."

"…Well," Chopper's eyes found the floor and he wrung his tiny hands together slowly. "I guess you're right. But you really have to take it easy!" he turned back to Sanji, jabbing a finger at him. "If anything hurts more than usual, you have to stop. It's not worth it to hurt yourself further! All of the drugs aren't out of your system yet because of the way you metabolize them!"

Sanji looked back and forth between the two, mouth opening and closing a couple times before he found the words. "So… we don't have to stop?"

Sanji was fascinating. Maybe it was because he had a history in a research facility, but he fluctuated between vehemently rebellious and extremely docile. He didn't like doctors, and Chopper and Law were nice and all but he was still very uneasy around them, and yet he never really went against their orders—even when he might have known better himself what he could handle.

"Well—I—you—err… no… but seriously! Go easy!"

Sanji was still for another minute, and then a huge smile split his face and he barked out a quick laugh, reaching into his pockets for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter he always kept there.

"Thanks, Chopper. I promise, I'll be fine. And you're an amazing doctor so I know you wouldn't let me do this if you didn't really think I was progressing enough." He winked, still grinning ear to ear. "I trust you."

Chopper twisted happily around himself, hands flapping in Sanji's direction. "Bastard! That's not true! It doesn't make me happy at all when you say that~!"

Zoro laughed and pulled Shusui from its place with a thick ringing of steel. "You ready, shit cook?"

Sanji leaned forward slightly on his one good leg, arms out to steady himself, smile still as big as it had been minutes ago. "Stop stalling, shitty marimo."

Smile, check. Two points for Zoro.

-oOo-

An oversized hand banged rudely on the wooden doorframe and slammed the door in without waiting for a reply, opening it to a dimly lit room with two lamps off in the far corners of the darkness as the only light. The table dropped haphazardly in the center of the room was swathed in darkness, but it only seemed to highlight the blackened figures sitting around it—and one perched on it—all staring darkly up at the huge figure in the door.

The newcomer's scruffy face stretched into a grin, revealing multiple holes where teeth had gone missing long ago. Heavy eyes seemed to suck up the darkness in the room, like the man himself was a cloud of black, smothering the air in the room with a thick smoke.

"Zehahaha… sorry I'm late," he chortled unapologetically, dropping a large metal case on the floor by his feet. One of the figures at the table made a face, upper lip pulling back in disgust as he leaned back weightily in his chair. He waited until the larger man had joined them at the table to speak.

"Crocodile almost bailed because you botched it, Teach," he hissed. "Again. Pull shit like that one more time and we'll be down a lot of man power already inside Shanks' organization and all the time it took getting them there."

Blackbeard waved his hand, laughing again. "Zehahaha! Asshole never did anything anyways. His plans all take way too long to go anywhere, and I don't know about the rest of you, but I heard one of his top executives that Miss Half-Wednesday or Thursday or whatever the fuck he called her vanished. His second in command, someone that's been right under his nose for years and years, had another agenda it seems. Better not to have him along, Moriah, who cares if we lose him."

Moriah huffed, turning his head sharply to look away and placing his hands on his hips. Beside him, the man perched on the table grinned hugely and adjusted the feathery coat on his shoulders.

"So about losing a pretty decent sized shipment of my cargo? And losing the kid, and not sinking any of Shanks' credibility, and not getting any of his hounds locked up?"

Blackbeard reached under the table where the metal case had landed and grabbed the handle, flinging it across the table towards him. It skidded to the man's knees and was about to connect with the joint when a long leg snapped up and a foot clapped it down against the table, stopping it short.

"That's for the shipment," Blackbeard explained as the man reached out slowly and popped the lid of the case open, shuffling through the stacks of money inside. "As for the kid, none of my guys in the police department saw him come through and one of the crates was empty. There are no rumors or sightings of him back home and he hasn't made it to your auction house, Doflamingo, so unless he's lying really low… zehahaha! I'd say it's pretty safe that Shanks is holding tight to him. They're too soft to do anything unless they really think he's a spy, and not with the damage we already did to him."

"Unless he's already dead. You were told to use only the drugs and sedatives we gave you. My scientists have no idea how he could have reacted."

"Nah, the first facility had him for too many years for something like that to kill him; his body's too strong now."

"I just hope you're aware of what will happen to you if it did," Doflamingo hissed, leaning forward and slamming the silver case shut. Blackbeard just grinned back, completely unfazed.

"How did they know what was in the crates?" Doflamingo pulled back suddenly, face blasé, like the previous exchange had never happened—or was a fairly often occurrence. "The police don't just randomly walk in on something like that; they were tipped off."

Blackbeard shrugged. "I'm more concerned with choosing our next step."

"And what do you suggest we do?" Moriah's hissing voice rose up again, finally done with pouting. "I have an investment in this and I'm not going to be happy if I lose it."

"Zehahahaha! I've already called in a favor from an old friend. The kid will still be healing, and I've seen their doctor—little shit's obsessed, so he won't be going anywhere anytime soon. You just keep supplying me with the manpower, we'll send a couple strong ones in to keep his guard dogs busy, and drag him out again. Just like last time. He wasn't a problem then and he won't be now."

"Don't forget our bargain," Moriah growled, leaning forward to put his hands on the table and push himself out of his chair, turning for the door.

Blackbeard grinned, crazed expression following Moriah over his shoulder. "I don't give a rat's ass if you want the old man himself and every single one of his men down to the hookers on the streets. You can have them all after we're done. But you touch him before and fuck up my chances, and I'll end you."

Moriah shifted uneasily, hand almost on the doorknob, and then quickly made to pull the door open when Doflamingo leapt off the table and landed next to him, case in hand, making him jolt to a stop nervously.

"While we're on the subject," he smiled, sunglasses flashing in the light of the now open door. "If either of you touch Blackleg, I will make sure you both end up right next to him in the next shipment to my establishment for some fun."

Moriah made a face, shivering slightly and Blackbeard guffawed, turning around in his chair to grin back at the two. "He's all yours."

Doflamingo nodded his goodbyes and motioned for Moriah to walk ahead of him, bowing slightly. Moriah paused, rocking back and forth in front of the door a couple times, trying to go ahead of him and get out of the way before he registered Doflamingo's movement and scrambled through the open door, tripping himself on the way out. Blackbeard burst out laughing and stood to follow them out.

-oOo-

-Sarah Williams