Sanji's head is throbbing. Throbbing like their navigator just used her lovely fist to stop a fight between himself and that shitty marimo. That's the first thing he's aware of as he starts to regain consciousness. As he groggily opens his eyes, all he sees is a massive swarming blur of pink. As everything comes into focus with enough time and patience, he realizes it's cherry blossoms, all in full bloom and raining down slowly from above. It only takes a moment longer for him to finally take notice of the gigantuous cherry tree behind him, probably what he'd bashed his head against in the fall. 'The fall...'
He sits up, rubbing the sore spot on the back his head before returning the cowboy hat that's dangling around his neck by a cord to its perch. The last thing he remembers is watching floating islands hovering all around them and then that Shiki bastard dropped their ship out of the sky like a rock, using the Sunny to send everyone flying in different directions.
'Everyone... Wait! Where's Usopp!?'
Sanji only had a few seconds of unbridled panic as he came to terms with the fact that he had no fucking clue where his boyfriend was—bound to get himself into trouble the way that the cook knows him—before he hears said sniper's unmistakable voice coming from somewhere above him. Sanji stares up, his eyes darting around and searching the branches of the larger than life tree until he spots that rather obnoxious orange jumpsuit on one of the lower bows. Sanji's heart gives a quick sigh of relief, before he realizes that Usopp's voice is ringing with fear. 'Shit!'
Another glance reveals that Usopp's not quite alone on the branch. Sanji has to blink several times before he can actually trust his eyes and believe that there is indeed a giant sloth hanging from the limb and crawling towards Usopp with unnatural speed. A giant moss coated sloth is one thing. The obvious spear it has held between its teeth—looking remarkably like a certain moss-hair growing swordsman—is another.
Without another thought—not a second more wasted—Sanji jumps up to the branch from the tree's base and sent the rather overgrown mammal flying with a Deuxième Hachis.
"Usopp," he says landing near him easily on the branch and standing before him.
Usopp's still shaking, but he looks truly thankful to see Sanji. He'd gone into a panic when he woke up, thinking that he'd lost everybody and was stranded. Then hearing shuffling and thinking for a moment that he wasn't alone, he'd seen that-that sloth thing coming at him and moving too fast to be normal. He didn't have time to pull Kabuto out. Usopp was pretty sure that he was a goner; that the crew would eventually find bits and feces of him scattered everywhere.
Sanji kneels down next to him, reaching out a hand. Usopp takes it, trying to keep his hands from shaking at the same time. The moment Usopp's fingers are fastened with his, Sanji pulls the other man into a tight embrace, practically squeezing the air out of him and effectively managing killing his trembling.
"San-ji...pl-ease," Usopp wheezes helplessly, trying to beg Sanji to stop crushing him like he's trying to merge their beings.
"I... thought I lost you," Sanji says so quietly that Usopp almost misses it.
"Well, I'm right here," he says, as Sanji's hold on him loosened a bit. With granted mobility, Usopp returns the embrace, appreciating Sanji's close—but not crushingly close—presences.
"Yeah, at least you're safe—" Sanji says thoughtfully... and it's like his words triggered some strange reaction in his own head, because Sanji suddenly stiffened in Usopp's arms.
"Sanji?" Usopp asks curiously. Sanji releases Usopp, pushing him away quickly, but not all to forcefully, and jumps down from the tree. Usopp looks after him, still confused. "Sanji?" he calls as he starts to climb down the immense trunk of the tree, trying hard not to fall...and somewhat failing when he loses his grip on the bark only five feet away from the ground. Falling on his ass, he jumps back to his feet in time to hear Sanji shout Nami's name at the top of his lung out over the edge of the floating island they're standing on.
"Quiet down," he hisses at him. If there are giant spear wielding sloths here, there was no telling what other—?!