The Kidnapping
For the longest time, Sanji spent most of his time in that kitchen. He had just turned nine when his parents started to notice his "too much activity in the kitchen", though normally they didn't pay him any attention or thought.
His dad threatened him, saying that he was a disgrace and had to stop, and his mom scolded him about his position and reputation to follow. Seriously, they had never given a fuck about him before, why start now!?
Not that it mattered to him, since he did what the fuck he wanted anyway. He didn't see how he was there "too much". Then again, he was too busy to notice the time when he was cleaning the dishes and watching the other cooks making food. He liked to watch them and the old man cook, but he liked watching the old man cooking the most, since his cooking techniques were always special and so interesting.
The old man was a bastard, but he knew how to cook more than anyone in the kitchen. Sanji could admit that, though still he didn't like his attitude most of the time, so he tried to watch him and clean at the same time without being noticed. Not that he was very successful but who cares, it was fun to be there.
One day, Sanji hadn't noticed how late it was. The cooks had already left for their rooms and said good night to him. Even the old man had already left, damn how hadn't he noticed the time?!
Sanji turned off the light and closed the kitchen door, turning into the hallway. It was late at night and a little darker than he expected. He didn't see any soldiers on guard anywhere, it was odd and suspicious. Sanji felt a bad feeling of danger. He had felt it before and he wanted to believe he was wrong, that nothing bad was going to happen. His heart pounded so hard in his chest, and he felt like someone or something was watching him.
He started to panic. Maybe it was only his wild imagination, but he could swear he heard footsteps behind him in the dark, a lot of them. He started to run as fast as he could to the end of the hallway and to the next one, until he made it to his room with no breath in his lungs. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down, but his heart still beat quickly in his chest.
What the hell is going on?! Why it soo dark in here..!
Sanji had never been scared of the dark before, but now that he was unable to see anything around him his panic got worse. He started to imagine the worst case scenario, and he didn't like it! He didn't like feeling so scared. He was strong and he didn't want help from anyone. In that moment, though, he really wished to have someone there with him. Someone to hold on to, someone who could talk to him or annoy him or anything else would be good. But he was all alone in the dark hallway.
Sanji hurried and entered his room, looking around the hallway again to see if that "someone" still following him. He didn't see anyone and before he looked away from the hallway, something hard hit his head and he fell down to the floor with a headache. Before he lost his consciousness, Sanji was sure he heard two voices, but it was too late for him to understand what they were saying or who they were.
"Shit…that kid almost saw us!"
"Don't kill him, we can use him as bait. Let's see what the king will do"
TBC