Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who is reading and/or reviewing this story!!! It is all greatly appreciated, and because of you...this storyline is getting it's own thread! THANK YOU!!!
Blizzardrake: Because you asked for it...YOU'VE GOT IT!!! (Zoro: "Thank you, Blizzardrake! This should show that I'm better than that Kuso-Kokku!", Sanji: "Oi! Better than me? I don't think so...", KS: "You two do realized that this is a YAOI story, right?", Zoro and Sanji: (looking at each other) "NANI?!", KS: (laughing and running away))
Dirge-Gaurdian: I hope this chapter helps to answer your question about 'what is a sentouki.' (Sorry that this story is taking so long, but I'm just trying to keep up with all the characters running around here...)
And now, to the second installment...
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Part 2: Defenseless
"Baka," thought the cook as he paid for the meat that he had selected.
Why did he have to be stuck with the swordsman? Why couldn't it have been Nami-swan or Robin-chwan?
Why did it have to be this stupid, testosterone powered idiot!
"Baka!" Hissed the blonde as he thrust the packages into the chest of swordsman, knocking him off balance for a moment.
"Nani?" Growled the green-haired man as he looked at the paper wrapped bundles, not even attempting to grab any of the packages. "Why do I have to carry your crap?"
"Because," stated the blonde with a huge smirk on his face, "I can't select produce and carry these packages at the same time."
Angrily snatching the paper packages away from the cook, the swordsman turned to walk away.
"Ahh!"
"Now what?" Scowled the swordsman, as he turned back in time to see the slender blonde clutch at his ears and stumble.
A panicked blue-eye looked up and glanced at the faces in the crowd surrounding them.
"I heard that...Someone's here...Someone's fighter is in operation..."
"Kuso-Kukko, you okay?" Asked the swordsman with something that sounded like a mixture of concern and annoyance.
"Take those back to the ship," ordered the cook as he charged away, leaving the green-haired man standing in the middle of the street. "Go now!"
"Don't give me orders!" Shouted the furious swordsman, before adding, "Damn Kuso-Kokku!"
Turning around, the Swordsman walked to the end of the street before he came to a stark realization...
He was lost.
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Black shoes pounding on the cobbled streets, one after another, the blonde-haired man ran, trying to flee from the presence that he had detected.
Without a sentouki he was defenseless...and anyone who was with him was a potential target.
He had to get as far away from his nakama as he could. If there were any potential threats, they would sense his presence and follow him.
"Well, Sanji," a young red-haired boy called out, his neko ears alert and his tail swishing slowly, "we thought you would be dead by now."
Sanji froze where he stood and calmly turned to face his enemies. "You were wrong."
Laughing, a blue-haired boy, with his own set of cat ears and tail, took off his glasses as he joked, "too bad your name wasn't Defenseless instead."
"You know," stated the blue-headed boy as he placed his arms around the neck of the red-head, "it's not right for a sacrifice to outlive their fighter. No matter how strong you are, you should have died with him that day."
"Who are you?" Asked the cook, glaring at the underage duo.
"I'm Daiki," said the the blue-haired boy.
"I'm Daisuke," replied the red-haired boy.
"And we are," the two boys answered in sync, "Zero."
For a moment the blonde appeared visibly shaken before his stoic exterior returned.
"So, these are Zero," the cook thought to himself. "Those that feel no pain..."
"Bullshit."
Laughing at the cook's exclamation, the boy with the blue hair walked a couple of paces in front of the red-head.
"Get rid of him." Ordered the red-headed Daisuke.
"Sentou System on!" Yelled the blue-haired Daiki.
Suddenly, the whole world seemed to darken as day became night, and objects glowed eerily around them.
Without a fighter, there was no one who could cast any spells in defense or attack for the cook.
"Dark clouds blocks out the sun's rays, turning to black rain...Flooding and restricting breath." Stated the blue-haired boy, holding his arm out towards the blonde haired cook.
White chains attached to a collar and cuffs flew towards Sanji, clamping closed around his throat and wrists. Pain shot through the cook , as he found it impossible to breathe. Falling to his knees, he found that his strength was rapidly vanishing...
"Ero-Kokku! What the hell are you doing?!"
Dropping the packages in his arms, the swordsman ran forward drawing his katana, and shattering the glowing chains with one blow. "What the hell is going on?" Growled Zoro as he looked from the cook to the two boys.
Gulping down air, filling his lungs, the cook regained his ability long enough to finally speak.
"Get out of here you stupid Marimo!"
"Marimo?" Laughed the red-head, "Is he your new sentouki?"
"Hentai!" Laughed the blue-haired boy. "You can't be a team. You don't even have the same name!"
"He's not my fighter," growled the cook as he got to his feet. Then, glaring at the swordsman, the blonde shouted, "Go back to the ship!"
"Don't give me orders!" The swordsman yelled as he stood between the boys and the blonde, "I am his fighter!"
"A fighter who doesn't take orders from his sacrifice?" Laughed the red-head as he looked at the blue-haired boy, "Oh, this is going to be very interesting."
"No, Marimo!" The cook yelled at the swordsman, "You can't...You don't understand...!"
"I understand that two against one is a coward's fight...at least now the fight is fair."
"The only person who would make this a fair fight is dead," the red-head boy smirked at the green-haired man.
Watching as the two boys began to advance on the swordsman, the blonde-haired man yelled.
"He is NOT my sentouki, and I will not accept him as my fighter!" Locking eyes with the swordsman, the cook concluded by turning back to the two boys and saying, "I declare a battle of spells, alone...without a sentouki."
Looking at each other, the two boys smiled knowingly at each other before turning back to the blonde. "We accept."
"No!" Shouted the swordsman as he raised his katanas, ready to advance on the pair.
Without any warning, the cook brought his foot down on the green-haired man's head, knocking him unconscious.
"Now that there are no more distractions. Let's end this..."
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Author's Note: Okay, I can see the writing on the wall. This story needs to have it's own thread. (exasperated sigh). Right now I have about three sets of 'voices' going...that includes two stories that won't die!!! LOL!!! ...And all I wanted to do was write a few drabbles for now...
Sanji
& Zoro: REVENGE!!!
KS:
(blowing a raspberry at those two)
Well, until the next installment of (watching three sets of Sanjis and Zoros running around)...Mahalo and Aloha!
