At his small apartment, Zoro sat on his sofa, flipping through the channels on the TV without really paying much attention to them. His mind was mostly on how oddly Sanji had begun acting around him as of late. It was unnervingly sexual, and Zoro didn't know how to handle it. True, he didn't know how to handle romance in general, but having a sociopathic scizo sexually harassing you with such aggressive movements was completely unusual.
'I don't know how the hell to handle him anymore …' Zoro sighed, rubbing his forehead. 'The only way that seems to get through to him is physical violence, but I really hope I won't have to resort to that. Morning came much too early for Zoro but it had felt like the night had dragged on to Sanji who was still sitting up when the intern came in to give him his medication.
His eyes were wide and he was holding his head, his knees pulled up tight to his chest. The eyes, they were still watching, still judging, they woudn't let him sleep because when he closed his eyes, they were there, staring at him. Zoro gave the patient a symphatethic look and reached out, shaking his knee after making certain that the nurses who had come with him were ready in case anything went wrong.
"Hey, you, medicine time." he muttered, waiting for Sanji's response. He hadn't been able to get the blond out of his mind at all the night before. Sanji reacted the moment after Zoro spoke, he launched off of the bed and wrapped his arms around the intern's chest, holding onto him but not saying a word. He was still shaking but it hadn't been the part of the dream about Zoro that had frightened him; no he'd loved that, he'd been almost frightened by just how much he'd loved it. What had scared him was what the eyes. They were the reason that he was here and they were the reason why he didn't close his eyes even as he burried his face into Zoro's ribs, as he knocked him back onto the floor.
Caught off guard, Zoro let out a shout and tried to get Sanji off of him, the nurses that had come with him scrambling to get the patient off of him. It was a tough battle, as Sanji had a death grip on Zoro and wasn't letting go. "What the -- what the hell are you doing?" Zoro hissed, startled and confused. Sanji said nothing, his entire body shaking as he fought down tears; he closed his eyes to blink the tears away and the eyes were there.
"Make them go away", he whimpered, "you're here, why are they still here?" The nurses pulled at the blond's shoulders but he refused to let go, he needed to find a way to make the eyes go away.
"Make who go away?" Zoro asked, confused. "If you mean the nurses, they'll leave when you take your medicine." Shoving on Sanji's shoulders, he gave the nurses a look that was best described as somewhere between confused and somewhat unnerved.
A slight feel of wetness on his shirt made Zoro look down. Was Sanji ... crying?? Burrying his head further into the man's chest, he whimpered, it wasn't the nurses, but how could he tell the intern that? He shook his head without looking up and all of the nurses watched in complete confusion; none of them had ever seen the normally violent patient act this way.
Confused, Zoro gave the nurses an equally baffled look before wrapping an arm around Sanji. After another moment of thought, he jerked his head towards the door, trying to get the nurses to leave. Although they both gave him uneasy looks, they did as they were told, closing the door as they left and standing on either side of it in case they were needed.
Once they were gone, Zoro rubbd Sanji's back. "Alright, the nurses are gone, Sanji." He mumbled. Even when the nurses were gone, Sanji still didn't lift his head, he held onto the intern silently before taking a deep breath and pulling back, taking the small cup of pills from the green haired male and downing them easily. Then he returned to his bed laying down and staring at the wall. If he kept his eyes open he coudln't see them. They were watching, oh yes they definitely were still there, but he coudlnt see them.
Utterly floored by the fact that there had been absolutely no resistance, no playful banter, Zoro looked at Sanji again and walked over to the bed. "Are you running a fever or something?" He asked, letting the back of his hand rest on Sanji's forehead. The blond didn't respond, he just focussed on keeping his eyes open until they dried out and he had to close them. They were there when he closed his eyes; reaching up suddenly, he lifted himself up onto his elbow and pulled Zoro down to him, kissing him darkly.
His mind flashed to the dream and he whimpered this time not in fear but in wanton desperation. Bringing his other arm up, he grabbed onto the other man's shoulder and tried to steady himself as he slowly lost his balance, in the end he lost the fight though and pinned Zoro to the floor.
"You're haunting me", he whispered.
Zoro stared up at him, panting as he tried to get Sanji off of him. The kiss had made him blush again, dammit. "Wh ... what the hell does that mean?!" He demanded, not really in the mood to play a game of twenty questions.
"It's you, your fault, you're the one to blame. I was fine, I was just fine, we were all just fine then you stepped in", Sanji was panting as he took another kiss, his mind slowly slipping away, "you brought everything down, I want to hurt you, can't you bleed for us? No, that would hurt me too much." Rearing back he ran his fingers across Zoro's face before wheeling back and punching him hard, "You did it.", he repeated as he reared back and hit him again.
Sometimes the hits were to the face, others he would bring the butt of both fists down on the green haired man's chest, slowly the blows became harder and harder and Sanji's voice became louder and louder.
"Your fault!", he screamed, "You did it! But you can't go back now, bleed for us, stop cheating! You cheat!", finally he abandoned hitting Zoro and got up, one might have thought he'd have kicked him, but he didn't. Picking up the toilet he hit the wall with it not once but twice before dropping it behind him and slamming his head against the wall hard enough to split the skin and leave a bloody smear.
"They keep watching, they're never gone, your fault", he croaked as he staggered for a moment before bracing himself on the wall and sliding down it; his vision going fuzzy. "Your…fault…", he managed before falling unconscious against the wall. Stunned, Zoro sat still for a moment before scrambling over to where Sanji laid unconscious. None of his ramblings had made any sense to him at all, but right now, he had other things to worry about.
Quickly calling in teh nurses for aid, he managed to get Sanji bandaged up and lying on the bed before he began to wonder about what on earth the other male had meant. "How could I be haunting him? Gah ... he makes less and less sense each day ..."
"You'll have to take him to the hospital wing", came a voice from behind Zoro, it was the old doctor, watching Sanji with a pitying look, "he could have a concussion" His eyes didn't leave Sanji; he'd never reacted to someone like this, to the novice he was sure that Sanji's admittance had meant nothing, but to someone who was so used to dealing with the loon this was something big. This meant that Zoro was getting to the blond, this meant that he had the chance to make some progress given the right environment and medication balance. "His medication will have to be changed as well", he said lightly before turning and walking away.
Zoro gave the head doctor a dark look. 'Thank you for showing some concern.' He thought sarcastically, picking Sanji up and carrying him to the hospital wing.
~~
It was a few hours later that the doctor who Zoro had handed Sanji off to returned, obviously unnerved by something. "What's the damage?" Zoro asked, knowing his wording might make him seem uncaring when it wasn't the case.
He did care about Sanji, in some odd, twisted way. The blond's mentality was more than likely rubbing off on him, and that was what was unnerving Zoro the most. It wouldn't be good for him if he got attached to a mentally insane man, it wouldn't be good at all. The nurse said nothing to pertain to the other's feigned detachment but instead scanned her eyes over the chart that was on her clip board and nodded her red headed head lightly. She was a thin woman but surprisingly strong for her appearance,
"Well he has some cranial bruising and a minor concussion", she didn't seem at all phased at the fact that he'd done it to himself, perhaps that was because in the medical wing of a mental hospital this was something of a normality. "We'll have to keep him for a night or two, you can deliver his medication yourself if you like, but you wont be able to take him for a therapy session for at least two days, it would taint your recordings because he's not in his normal mental state..."
Then she put the clipboard down onto her hip and looked at him curiously, "may I ask, off of the record, what on earth got this kind of reaction from him? Sanji's hardly ever in here, so when he is it's an abnormality, usually he's the one sending others in here." Drawing a deep breath, Zoro shook his head. "I don't understand it myself; he started spouting off some nonsense about me haunting him." He explained, leaning against the cool wall. "How can I be haunting him when I'm here for five hours a day at most?"
Then Zoro remembered; Sanji seemed to have a bad connection with eyes ... The nurse shrugged lightly.
"I suppose you should count yourself lucky", she said lightly, "that you're not the one on the hospital bed, the head of this wing had to tend to Zeff-the head doctor of the mental wing-nearly every week that he was in charge of Sanji. If Sanji is telling you taht you're haunting him, you'd better count your lucky stars that he hasn't attacked you yet and keep your distance."
'Personally, I'm shocked Sanji hasn't killed Zeff yet.' Zoro wanted to say, but wisely bit his tongue to keep himself quiet. "I'm already doing that; I come in each day expecting to at least get a bruise or two, if not worse." He replied, glacing into the room that Sanji was resting in. Sighing, he turned around to leave. "I'll come in here with his meds tomorrow morning; the head said he'd be changing some of the meds around." The nurse nodded and gave a pretty smile.
"I will inform Chopper that you're Sanji's new doctor; you'll have to sign in and out with every visit, but no one should ask you for clearance..."
**
Sanji felt himself slowly coming to consciousness, he wasn't quite there yet though because his body felt as a lead weight to him at the moment.
The eyes were there and now a mouth was with them, grinning evily down at him in his semi-awake state.
"You're attached to him", the mouth said, it's far too red lips forming the words in a greasy way. Sanji shook his head, no, no he wasn't; this novice was just another play thing; just another toy to be broken and tossed away…wasn't he? "You like him, Sanji, admit it~", the lips cackled, "you want him to do to you what he did" Again Sanji shook his head and he brought his hands up to cover his ears; no, no, the mouth was wrong, the voice was wrong.
"You're wrong", he mumbled, "it's not true, you're wrong", the voice had to be wrong, because if it was right that meant that he had liked what had been done to him. He shook his head and curled up, holding his temples tightly as he whimpered and kicked knocking over a bedside table and his I.V. with a crash that would probably draw a nurse or two.
"I'm not wrong Sanji", the voice cackled, "you want him to use and abuse you, you want him to hurt you, to degrade you and when it's all over you want to come crawling back to him", the lips grinned wider, "begging for more~"
"YOU'RE WRONG!", the blond shrieked, kicking and throwing anything that he could get to, though it was a tad difficult because his arms had been tied to the bed and had short leashes attached to them.
**
The beeper at Nami's hip went off and for a moment she thought it was a reminder to give a patient their meds or switch out I.V.s but when she looked down and it read 109 911 she jolted.
"Come on, I'm going to need your help", she said sternly before taking the intern by the wrist and leading him to the room where Sanji was being kept for treatment. Inside the room, Sanji was screaming and lurching; kicking and fighting the nurses that were attempting to hold him down and reattach the I.V. that he'd ripped out. Zoro, who was not used to being dragged hither and yon by his wrist, nearly tripped as he followed Nami back towards the room that they had just left, face paling when he saw what all was going on inside the room.
"Sanji, calm down, dammit!" He shouted, entering the room in an attempt to help the nurses. But Sanji didn't calm down, if anything the man's voice only made him scream louder and harder, lurching from the bed and kicking one of the nurses in the face.
"Get out! Get away!", he howled, "You're wrong!"
Although he was sweating bullets, Zoro refused to back down, and eventually managed to get himself between Sanji and the other nurses. "CALM DOWN!" He shouted, slamming into the patient with all of his body weight behind him. Sanji stilled, wedged between the seemingly ungiving forces of the wall and Zoro's body; he stood there-or rather half hung there-silent and panting. His hands came up and held onto Zoro's shoulders for a long moment before he half heartedly tried to push the green haired male away. He didn't want to get him away from him but he was hurting him with how hard he was being pushed into.
Bending his head, the blonde gave his ear a tender kiss and grinned a devilish grin.
"Look who's come to visit me~", he cackled before shoving Zoro roughly away and into the hospital bed. He advanced on the intern so fast that none of the nurses had quite enough time to react. "Come down from your pretty pedistal and get physical~", he felt like a broken record player but it was all that would come out.
Pinning the intern to the bed, the nurses pulled at his shoulders and tried to pull him away, but the patient would not be moved as he grinned down at Zoro. He'd done something, he'd taken an initiative to hurt him, he'd slammed into him, he hadn't curbed himself at all and Sanji just loved it.
The patient positioned himself easilly between the intern's legs, not on purpose but it served the effect he was trying to get at. Nurses grabbed his hands and twisted them back, trying still to get him away and it seemed that they were getting to him. They wrenched him back for a moment before he jerked forward and planted his mouth hard and misplaced down on Zoro's lips.
"Buck a little harder, I can't quite feel you yet~", he crooned, as he pulled away after a long moment. His words only held their grip for a moment before he was wrenched off of the intern and thrust against the wall, a straight jacket ready and willing to imprison him having been brought by a couple of the larger male nurses who'd left the female nurses-who were greater in number-to pacify the loon.
He cackled and giggled in utter delight as the buckles were fastened and a mask was wrapped around his face to stop him from assaulting any others. The blond was truly enjoying this, that much was obvious. Zoro laid still on the bed, sitting up after a long moment. He hadn't been expecting any of that, least of all the rather blatant sexual assault in front of the other nurses. Which, in hindsight, was kind of a stupid thought; what on earth would stop Sanji from doing so?
'Apart from you throwing him into a wall again.' A dark voice in the back of Zoro's mind muttered, making him wince as he sat up, some of the other nurses asking him if he was okay. "I'm fine, I'm fine, just a little rattled." He insisted, although he warily watched Sanji from the corner of his eye as the blond was put into the straight jacket, giggling behind his mask.
Standing up, he walked over and stared down at Zoro. "Alright, if this is the last interruption, I'll be back here tomorrow with your medicine. Try not to get yourself into more severe trouble until then, you hear?" He asked, turning around and striding towards the door. Sanji only laughed harder as Zoro left and the nurses lifted him to put him back in the bed; he coudlnt' have cared less if the green haired man was angry with him which it was obvious that he was; he was having far too much fun to care. It was fun, disrupting the world of this man who was just so fascinating to him; he wanted him, him and no one else. This wasn't an uncorrupted establishment, it had it's resident guards who liked to play a little "head" game with the patients. But they didn't bother him, he was too dangerous for any of them to brave no matter how pretty he was; none of them fancied getting their dick chopped off or going through any other form of mutilation just to get their rocks off.
Nami hurried to follow after the intern, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into what looked to be the staff lounge before closing and locking the door behind him.
"How long has he been doing that to you?", she asked concernedly; Sanji never acted this way to his doctors, he wasn't sexually abusive, he loved hurting but he'd never raped before; not that he'd just raped Zoro but still. If he was acting this way it meant something, something big; Sanji liked this man and cold control his violent impulses around him.
"Pretty much ever since I started here." Zoro admitted, glancing over his shoulder at the room were Sanji was being held. "I didn't think too much of it at first; I thought he did the same to the other doctors that had been assigned to him before." Seeing Nami's look, he arched an eyebrow. "Hasn't he?"
"No. You're the first one he's acted like that towards." Nami shook her head, sighing heavily.
Zoro felt a shiver race through his spine; the only way he had managed to keep himself from freaking out at Sanji's sexual advances was because he had thought that he wasn't the only one who got such special attention from the madman. But now that he knew he was, the green haired male felt his defenses go up; he had to be more careful ...
"Do you know what that means?", Nami asked after a moment, "he likes you, he's never liked anyone since he got here. You have a real chance at making the progress with him that Zeff never could." Reaching she petted the intern's shoulder, "besides, having a patient like Sanji like you isn't the worst thing that could happen..."
Zoro gave Nami a look. "Please tell me that last comment was sarcastic." He stated flatly, shaking his head. "I don't know about you, but I don't really enjoy being the one who gets molested by an insane person." The thought of possibly being able to make a breakthrough with Sanji did excite him, but the prospect of having his pants ripped off in the process was not all that appealing.
At least, he kept telling himself that ... Nami giggled a little at the intern's hesitance before putting a hand on the man's shoulder and shaking her head.
"Give it a chance, he's a real bastard but you just might surprise yourself..", of course she meant this to be innocent encouragement, but to Zoro that might as well have been his death sentence.