A week had passed, and now Zoro found himself slowly starting to adjust to the fact that the paitent he was tending to seemed to be prone to sexually assaulting him. It was a hard fight to not give in and let his pants get torn off or to slam Sanji into the wall or ground of the cell to get him to stop.
'Another day, another assault ..' Zoro sighed to himself, grabbing Sanji's meds before walking towards the patient's room.
Sanji was being moved back to his regular cell today to the utter joy of the nurses on staff in the medical wing who'd been driven nuts by the patient's constant lashing out for his own amusement. It was the last day that Zoro had to sign into the register-that is if things went without incident, though with Sanji there never was a gaurantee of that.
He was laying on his assigned hospital bed when Zoro arrived, looking deceptively normal with not a single nurse in the room with him though two men who were wearing scrubs stood outside his door looking rather like the security one might find at a night club. The kind that responded when a man needed intimidating. Sanji wasn't afraid of them though, that much had been made clear the first day when he'd thrown the wall phone at one and stabbed the other with a syringe that he'd gotten out of the drawer. They'd made sure to lock all the cupboards and drawers since then.
Looking up when Zoro entered the room, Sanji surprisingly didn't react but instead went back to the job of inspecting his nails as though he were any other nurse come to check up on him.
Zoro didn't comment, but instead sighed and pulled out the blond's pills. "Alright you, time for your meds." He stated, walking closer to Sanji's bed and extending the medicine. "I know I can't wait for you to get out of this room; it's so irritating having to actually sign in to give you medicine."
Sanji said nothing, but he didnt move to take the pills either instead, getting up, he moved to head towards the door, meaning to be accompanied back to his cell. Reaching he brushed the back of his hand gently against Zoro's face then knocked the pills out of his hands.
"I'm not taking them today", he said lightly, why should he have to take them? They didn't work, the eyes were always there, watching and laughing, the only thing that the pills made leave was the mouth which likes to spout taunts about his fascination with Zoro.
Scowling, Zoro picked up the pills and grabbed onto Sanji's arm to keep him from moving. "Sorry, but I don't think 'no' is the right answer." He growled, partially from sleep deprivation and partially from nerves; he wasn't in the mood to play around today.
The blonde wrenched his arm away.
"No!", he snapped, "they don't work!", he held his head, "The eyes are there whether I take them or not, the only thing they stop is the voice, they only shut the voice up! None of it goes away! I can still feel it!" Spinning suddenly he took the pills and threw them into the bed pan that hadn't been cleaned out yet today.
Glowering at the patient, Zoro stood between Sanji and the door that led to the rest of the hospital. "Oh, and here I thought that you would at least like some silence once in a great while, or do you enjoy hearing those voices nattering at you all day?" He asked, making a mental note to grab more medicine once the blond was either sedated or in his cell, if not both.
Sanji gave a devilish smirk and a cynical laugh, advancing on the intern enough to make the guards standing outside brace themselves incase they had to intervene. His voice was soft but that didn't mean it was lacking in emotion, he was just as trepident as ever.
"That's not the point is it?! It's all or nothing, right?! So explain something to me, what's the point of taking medication that doesn't work?" He smirked wider and loomed over Zoro momentarilly, "I'll let you cheat, and copy off my paper, the answer is- there is no point!" Slipping away from the intern, he stepped out of the room and was immediately grabbed by the guards. One of them immediately got a swift kick to the groin and crumpled to the floor.
The other recoiled slightly before pulling on a brave face that Sanji only glared at before he stepped around him and headed down the hall. He sidestepped when the guard moved to grab him and just continued in route to his cell.
Momentarily stunned when Sanji spoke to him, Zoro snapped back into the real world as one of the other nurses crumpled and fell to the ground, clutching at his groin. Racing out of the room, the green haired male tackled Sanji, tring to knock him to the ground and pin him down. "And where the hell do you think you're going?" He growled as he forced his weight down on Sanji, knowing that he was far heavier than the thin blond.
Part of Sanji wanted to grin at the sudden contact and the fact that the intern was starting to get rough with him, but that part wasn't large enough for the patient to act on it and he instead tried unsuccessfully to force the green haired man's body off of him.
"To my cell", he snapped, running his hand down to the intern's buttock and smirking as he caught it in a rough grip, "is that a problem now?"
All of a sudden Zoro was ripped away from him and when he saw Zeff's face glaring down at him, he held up his hands.
"I wasn't touching him!", two guards, similar to the ones that had stood outside the door of his hospital room grabbed him and wrenched him to his feet. Zeff's glare never once wavered, though the patient only gave a laughing smirk to it. "I didn't hurt him, I would never hurt him!" He leered at Zoro, wrenching towards him, "I just want to fuck him! Please let me?"
The grin on the blonde's face stated that he knew exactly what he was saying and was calculating the result of this in his mind. "Whadaya say, Doc? Let him have me, you obviously can't keep it up..." For a brief moment it looked as though Zeff were about to hit Sanji for the last comment but instead he just told the guards to take the patient back to his cell.
"But I wasn't touching him! I wasn't touching him! Get the fuck off of me!", he screamed. Zeff watched him go and when he was out of sight but his screams were still audible, the head doctor turned to Sanji and watched him for a long moment.
"Are you still so sure about this patient? The more you work with him, the more obsessed with you he gets; how long will it be before he does serious damage?"
Zoro didn't respond at first, still staring in the direction that they had drug Sanji, the blond's words still ringing in his ears. 'Is he trying to make me go crazy?' Zoro wondered, confused. When Zeff began to talk to him, he paid only minimal attention as he tried to decide on what the hell he was supposed to do now.
Finally though, he sighed. "And how many other doctors and nurses might have gotten maimed if I wasn't here for him to vent his energy on?" Zoro asked, knowing that Zeff would keep the real number to himself, regardless of what it was. "At least with me here, you know who he's venting it all on, and I do know how to defend myself." He just had to learn how to get used to Sanji's way of thinking, that was all.
Hell would probably freeze over before such happened, but Zoro was going to try his damndest anyway.
"You really think that you're gonna break him...", Zeff said with a smirk before nodding lightly, "very well...", turning he walked away, his limping form fading into the elevator and heading to his office.
Sanji was sitting in his usual spot between the toilet and the bed when Zoro came in, his mind trailing after memories that he'd long since repressed, substituting Zoro's face for the face that he couldn't remember. The name escaped him, he didn't know the face anymore but he could remember the voice, the kind hands and the personality. A personality that he'd loved more than life itself.
"You're just like him...", he mumbled, "you have the same ethic, the same thought process, you look at me like he did and you have his dislike of hurting me the way I want you to..." He burried his face into his hands and closed his eyes, sinking himself into the darkness, "But you're-" Zoro wasn't the person that he reminded Sanji of, he wasn't the same, that person was gone, long since deceased that had been why he'd-...
The memory was gone, forgetting was easier, but those eyes were watching him, making him feel guilty for no reason at all...or was there a reason? He couldn't remember anymore...
Kneeling in front of Sanji, Zoro tenatively reached out and put a hand on Sanji's knee. "I'm what?" He asked, keeping his voice down. "Who are you talking about?" The questions were dangerous to ask in such close quarters, but Zoro got the feeling that he wouldn't be able to figure anything else out unless he asked them from where he was.
Hands came up to hold a golden haired head and Sanji whimpered.
"I don't know...I don't know...I don't know his name anymore, I can't picture his face...I loved him... I made him hurt me, I loved it, he didn't", the patient raised his head and glared, "then that other man took him away, the one that looked like the man I killed. He deserved to die, the man I killed probably didn't but he looked like him and I thought-" He;d thought that he'd been the one, fear had taken him over and he'd thought that he was going to kill him too. It had made sense at the time and even now it made sense, but then- it didn't.
Shaking his head he watched the intern for a moment before reaching and wrapping his hands to cradle the man's face. He got to his knees before the green haired man and kissed him in a scarily gentle way, laying the other down and looming above him as though they were lovers instead of patient and doctor.
"Trust me", he begged, "that's all I want...", no one trusted him and therefore he had no one to trust; the only person that he'd ever trusted he couldn't remember. Maybe it wasn't that he couldn't remember, maybe it was that he didn't want to, maybe those memories he didn't have were better off not being there.
Zoro remained quiet for a good long time, wondering about how best to respond to the statement. He'd never been in love before, he never had wanted to be in love, so he couldn't begin to empathise in that aspect of it all. But now some of the things that Sanji had done were starting to make sense ... well, all except the small bit about the eyes, but Zoro doubted that he would understand that aspect for a long time.
But just wanting someone who would trust him ... "Look, I can see where not too many people would trust you; you're one insane guy." Zoro started, but held up a hand just in case Sanji tried to interrupt him. "But, if that's all that you really want, I can start trying to trust you, but you gotta give me a good reason to trust you."
Sanji ran his fingers up the man's chest in a carress that was out of place with his usual violence of nature, he brought Zoro's arms above his head and held them there by the wrists with one hand as the other snaked under the inter's coat and shirt. The flesh beneath was hot as liquid steel under his fingertips.
One handedly unbuttoning the trail of buttons on the practitioners shirt, he pulled it open and bent so he could continue to give needed pressure on Zoro's wrists so he couldn't fight him, but still be able to lick up his chest.
"Have I hurt you?", he asked, "have I stabbed or kicked or bitten you? Tell me what I did to warrant your distrust and I will gladly make ammends." His hand danced down to the inside of Zoro's thigh, his mouth still very occupied with his leg.
The eyes were there when he shut his eyes, they were watching him; the mouth appeared.
"LIAR!", it screamed and Sanji stopped in his ministrations; sitting up, closing his eyes and holding his head. "Liar! Cheat! Betrayer!"
"No, I'm not..."
"You promised to be faithful!"
"I am faithful", the blonde croaked, not aware that he was speaking aloud.
"LIAR!!!", pain wracked through Sanji and he screamed, images flashed through his mind, faces and pictures, blood, a gun, he and a man whose face he couldn't remember; memories that he'd pushed away because they hurt too much. They were hurting him now.
Zoro's mind all but shut off as Sanji started caressing him, mouth hanging open in shock, unable to form any sort of response. Hell, he could barely hear what the blond was whispering to him as those skinny fingers trailed up his chest.
What the hell was that pounding in his ears? It was loud and rapid, and the only thing he could hear over it was his own traitorous moans as he surrendered and let Sanji begin to have his way with him, unable to fight back against him at the moment.
The instant the screaming started, however, everything became shockingly clear, and he reached out to Sanji, trying to get him to relax. "What are you talking about?" Zoro asked, worry fighting away the terror. "Sanji, what's wrong? SANJI!"
Zoro's screams fell on deaf ears as his hands held his head; the eyes and mouth reverbriated and he suddenly felt sick. Scrambling to the toilet he barely made it before he threw up the contents of his stomach, bile and some half dissolved sleeping medication that had been given to him in the hospital.
"I didn't lie", he whimpered, "I didn't cheat, I didn't betray", he felt and sounded like a wounded animal as he held onto the toilet bowl, "I didn't...!"
"Sinner! Akira was right to leave you!" Sanji shook his head furiously as the mouth spoke.
"No...no... Akira didn't leave, Akira would never have left me...Akira loved me...", the lips laughed and he opened his eyes, he could still hear the voice and he panicked as it taunted him; his heart leaping to his chest.
"You only think he did, he didn't love you, no one loves you! You're a sinner..." Getting up Sanji started pacing and wringing his hands.
"You're wrong!"
"Sinner! Never Loved!"
"You're wrong!", he held his head but kept pacing, this time faster.
"Akira hated you!" Sanji snapped, he kicked the toilet over, spilling it's contents, he threw himself against the wall and hit it with his fists and head.
"YOU'RE WRONG! AKIRA LOVED ME! YOU'RE LYING! LIAR!! AKIRA LOVED ME! HE DID!", two arms came to hold onto him as he screamed and threw his fit and finally when he had exhausted his energy, he sank into Zoro's chest like a tired child, "he did...he did..."
Sitting where he was, stunned and incapable of movement, Zoro didn't know how to react at all to anything until Sanji had gone after the wall. Standing up, he'd managed to get his arms around the raging blond, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief when Sanji began to calm himself.
Settling onto the floor, still holding Sanji, Zoro murmured, "It's alright Sanji ..." He didn't say anything else, knowing that it would be stupid, ill thought out, and just all in all a bad idea. Making a mental note to go through newspaper articles from around the time Sanji had come to the institute, Zoro continued to try and sooth the patient, ignoring or perhaps forgetting that his shirt was still unbuttoned.