Until you will Laugh Again

A fan fiction by Crystalbluefox

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Chapter 9

A Deadly Act

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There is something nagging him in the back of his mind, as he floats through the city streets, keeping to the deepest of the shadows for not to be seen. He moves alongside a building, all the way up to its top and lands silently onto the frosted rooftop, as he moves to the edge. He can't feel the wind, he can't feel the cold, but he can feel his heart shattering and bleed - a heart that he physically didn't have anymore. He should never had agreed to work for him, he should never had said "yes" as the raven devil had made a contract between the two of them, just so that he could become a living again. He was caught, he was captured in the devil's deadly web, as the devil had done nothing but to make him a step above a normal ghost: a tracker.

But the raven had promised him life. He had promised him a life as a human again, but for some reason, Mikey knew that this would never happen. Even though that he had to sacrifice his birth name to bind the contract, now, he couldn't even remember what that name was, no matter how hard he tried to remember.

He hadn't been able to cry in years, never been able to feel the cold tears slide down his ghosted face, and yet he felt it now.

Suddenly he felt the cold there didn't come from his dead ghostly body, suddenly he felt the wind blow around him and the frozen snow biting his naked feet – he had only been in his t-shirt and shorts when he had been dumped into that river together with his mother… all those years back.

Mikey's one hand moves up to dry that tear away, just in reflex, and somehow, Mikey can feel warmth emit from that single touch. He looks at his hands, hands there has grown, hands there has changed, both in colour and in form – where once were five transparent fingers, were now three large green clumsy solid fingers. Mikey's breathing is faster, though he didn't know when he ever had gotten lungs to breathe with, or when he even had started to breathe.

Turning around he falls on his hands and knees, and sees more solid skin… green skin. Panicked he crawls over the freezing cold snow, stumbling and falling as he tries to get on his much larger too green and misshapen feet –he can't float anymore, he can do nothing but scramble to the only door on top of the building, his only escape. It's locked. He can't float through it. He hammers his large hands against the metal door, screams in agony, in fear, but it won't budge, not before he, on very unsteady legs, gets up and hammers his whole bodyweight against the door and the rusty hinges finally budges, and he falls down a long stair of steps. He feels the pain as he hits the steps, he feels his clothes is torn to pieces as his body grows, feels his blood stream in his veins and feels his skin burst as it scrapes against a metal bar and that very same blood ooze out. He's in a daze as he moves as fast as he can down those endless steps and finally reaches the streets.

A woman's shriek almost burst his eardrums, as he almost falls right into her, and she runs off in another direction. Looking around almost out of breath he sees people has stopped up and stares wide-eyed at him – never, not in his "life" as a ghost or a tracker, has anyone ever looked his way, because they simply couldn't see him or he wouldn't allow living human to see him.

Now though, they had all stopped up and were staring at him, as was he an alien from Mars there had come to conquer the planet Earth. Some were pointing, some were mumbling, talking, then some panicked, screamed and the panic spread like fire.

Mikey ran the best he could, away from the people, away from everyone as he tried to get away from those who dared to run after him, who dared to try catching him. Luckily, Mikey knew these streets better than the most of them. Luckily, he outran them and hid himself in a dumpster, until the stream of hunting people disappeared. He waited for what felt like hours before he even dared to look outside of his hide. None, the alley was empty.

Clumsily, Mikey stumbles as he runs in the other direction. His lungs are wheezing, hurting, almost as if they're burning. Making sure that the streets are empty, Mikey crosses it as fast as he can, before anyone gets to see him.

He's beyond confused. What was happening with him? Why was he suddenly turning solid and green? Why could people suddenly see him? And why was he starting to feel thirst and hunger, feelings that he hasn't felt ever since he died?

Mikey halts abruptly as he runs past some shopping windows and sees a green blur pass the mirror-like windows. He steps carefully backwards, keeps his eyes at the corner to the alley there is his escape road from the streets, before darting his eyes at the windows mirroring his body.

Mikey freezes up, he holds his breath and stares in disbelieve at what he sees.

He couldn't be seeing right.

He must be seeing things!

He touches his face and feels that it was not rounding like it normally should and that there is no green hair on top of his head, only a sea green scalp. There is no human nose either, but a beak and his ears are gone as well.

There is no chest either, but a plastron there covers it, on his back he sees why it was so hard to keep standing straight up; a shell!

He can't believe what he sees is true, he don't want to believe it! But those blue eyes, those baby blue eyes that he has been so well-known for, stares horrified back at him from that misshapen form.

Ace.

It must be Ace's doing.

That devil had tricked him! That that, liar had been fooling with him, lying to him all this time! He should never, ever had trusted a devil, no matter how nice and friendly he had been acting towards him in the beginning.

He had been so stupidly naïve!

He had promised him a human body when the contract was fulfilled…

…instead, what was looking back at him in the reflection of the window was far from being humanly…

Mikey feels it collect in the depth of his throat as it crawls up along it, his despair, anger, betrayal and fear, it all ends out in a horrified painful scream.

…no human, but a humanoid turtle!

He cries, screams and scares any human away who ever hears him or sees him. He backs away from the mirror, streams of tears is burning his skin. Shaking his head, he does not want to believe in what he is seeing.

Ace. Ace! That betrayer! That, that liar!

Mikey halts abruptly and silences at once, as he suddenly feels a sharp blade, there only can belong to a sword, press against his throat, pressing, daring him to make a single mistake if he wants to die in the next passing second. Something presses against his back and Mikey shivers as he hears the darkest, scariest cruellest voice speak dangerously near into the slit were an ear once had been.

"Where's the blond and that freaking devil, demon?"

"D-d- de-mn-?" Mikey stutters but doesn't dare to swallow as his throat runs dry, if he did, the sharp blade of the sword would immediately cut through his throat. He looks up into the window before them, and stares at the one standing behind him. The man looks up and stares back at him through the mirrored window with a look so dark, that Mikey knows that this night would only end up with one thing; ending his few minutes of horrible life.

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The music blasting through the speakers is loud, almost deafening. Sanji looks around at the dancing crowd of drunken sweating people, their pheromones hanging in the air like thick smoke. This scent and mixed with the smell of their blood, makes Sanji a little dizzy, almost tipsy. He stares far down into his mug, blaming its contents for the most of the part of his growing feelings. Ace sits beside him at the bar, laughing of a joke that the blond long since has forgotten the meaning of, while the raven talks in an endless stream of words. Sanji can barely understand a word of it, or for that sake hear a word of what the man is saying. Something nags him in the back of his mind that this shouldn't be normal, definitely not for him.

He looks up as his mug gets refilled; he can't get his mouth to work to tell the other to stop, before the alcohol is poured all the way up -how many had he even been drinking so far? He's sure that he has already passed his old tolerance as a human a long time ago, the alcohol was already doing its magic by blurring his mind and warming his body. He doesn't even know anymore what kind of alcohol he's drinking, but it tastes good, so immensely good, as he lets his hand being guided up to his mouth and tastes the mugs contents. He was starting to feel so immensely happy, relaxed and complete, he hadn't have such feelings as long as he remembered, yet his short time and long time memories were slowly mixing up and blurring out. This should be alarmingly, but somehow Sanji does not care, he is living in the moment and nods absently as the raven blurts out something Sanji really doesn't listen to.

An arm sneaks around his shoulder and… he thinks that he has already emptied this mug's contents already, though it's filled to the bridge again. He shrugs and drinks some more, though that little annoying voice keeps yelling from the far off distance that he should care and that he should not drink anything and what the heck was he even doing here in the first place? Hush voice! You think too much! Ace is leaning closer against him to whisper something into his ear, it's only hot breath bathing his ear but the movement sends warm chills down his spine, electrifying him like when… like when…

Like when what?

"Enjoying your drink?" The raven asks, his voice sweet and smooth like honey, Sanji's visibly trembling at the sound of his voice, Ace's smile widens as the blond gives him a confirming smile and a nod. "Then drink the rest of it as well," Ace says and guides the mug up to his lips before Sanji ever can make to protest. He's warm, he's directly hot and he thinks that he can feel something feeling down his crotch, movements, blissful smooth massaging movements. He can't help the gasp from coming and the rest of the drink goes down his throat.

The music is like an underwater symphony; slowly he can't sense the booming sounds from the music apart from his heart's beating. The dancing crowd is blurring out, stilling into a euphoric slow dance.

Was it really this dark in here?

The heat is growing in his gut, he's panting and tilts his head a little back, as his hormones starts to awaken by those wonderful smooth movements down south.

It's wrong, it's definitely wrong, he knows, he's angry, mad for that sake… yet, he doesn't care.

"Like it?" Ace asks, pulling a deep moan from him as he tightens his grip. Sanji opens his mouth, but no words comes out other than small panting gasps. Ace's lips is getting closer to his, as he speaks he even can feel the other's lips brush against his own. "Want it?" He hasn't felt this alive for months, yet he can't stop feeling like that he's slowly drowning in a sea of heat.

Ace's lips are on his and moves against them. Sanji slowly closes his eyes, lets himself drown in this growing feeling inside of him and carefully moves his lips against the other's. The kiss intensifies by that, the heat in his body is warming up, the blood in his veins sings delightfully in his ears. There's a beating, a drumming somewhere from the distance, he thinks it's his heart, but he's not sure. It's getting extremely hot and he squirms in his seat as that hand molds his awaken lust down south.

Ace is almost eating his face, sucking, slurping his tongue against his as he keeps on pushing deeper into his mouth, keeps brushing that wonderful hot tongue against every surface there tricks his senses, eliciting his pheromones, firing up his need to a boiling point. Sanji has never wanted a man as much as he did now, he has never even looked at a man and felt what he felt right now and his insides are screaming, while it at the same time was singing. He moans with need, his body is now flush against the other, captured in his grasp.

The tongue goes further, alarmingly, inhumanly further and Sanji only slowly wakes up from his daze, as he feels it even going down his throat. Widening his sleepy eyes, he tries to push the other away, pushing against him, pulling away from his grasp, but Sanji's captured in the man's iron like grasp. The more he moves against the man, the hotter his body is getting, and it is not only with need. His arms feels like they're heating up and even burns a little, his dick heats so much up that he thinks it'll soon start to melt and yet, Ace keeps his steady movement with molding it into a completion that Sanji knows that he'll never reach, because the other won't let him, because he doesn't want to let himself either.

He moans, tries to speak, tries to push the other's tongue out of his mouth but he coughs as the lean muscle search further down his throat. Ace smiles against his lips and Sanji panics as he feels the muscle grow in his throat and cutting off his air. He feels horrified as the inhumanly growing tongue search further down, down into his stomach, he want to cough, he want to throw up, he feels sick, he feels like he's burning from the inside and out. He fights panic-stricken against the other's grasp, but he's too weak.

Ace smirks sickeningly wide against his lips, before he tightens his grasp around Sanji's dick, pulls him painfully hard against his body and goes for the dive.

Sanji chokes as the tongue pierces through his gastric; an overwhelming pain overflows his organs as the gastric acid spills out and mixes with his blood, and slowly Sanji feels like drifting. The room is dark, its sounds are gone, and the only thing he can hear is the sound of the other's tongue feasting on his insides as it grows and widens the hole inside of him, and as it searches further up to pierce through his heart, slowly reaching its goal. He can hear the sound of his painful panting and the sizzling of his skin melting, as he feels something extract from his body as well.

It is a long time since he last had felt so alive, while dying.

Sanji is crying. He can feel that he is crying, his cold salty tears runs down his burning face. He can't breathe, he can't move, only jolting now and then as the other eats of his soul, nipping at it, enjoying its flavor and his insides, slowly moves further up to his heart. He shouldn't even had been alive by now, he shouldn't even be awake, though he's not even sure if he even is that any longer. There is a light, a light there is slowly slipping away from him, out of his grasp, out of his body. He can feel it being eaten, he can feel it disappear, slowly being sucked out of his dying body, and suddenly-

-suddenly, everything is gone.

He hears a shriek in the far distance, barely sees something cold and shining in front of his closing eyes. The sensation in his stomach, throat and mouth is gone as he hears a growl, barely sees Ace's snake-like tongue slipping back into his devilish smirking mouth and sees something metal press against the other's throat, before he slips off, before he gives up and is gone from this world… again…

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The next thing he knows, he's on all four, coughing, his body cramping in on him as his stomach jolts, blood is in his mouth and spills out in front of him as he throws it up. He feels sick; he didn't even know that vampires even could get sick. Clenching his fists, he barely feels his nails not scraping against wooden floor, but rough asphalt. It jolts again, burns in his throat as yet another potion of gastric acid and blood comes out.

He barely can sense someone else at his side, he barely feels a hand smoothing his back, running in soothing circles to calm him, to let him know that he's not alone.

He's panting, gasping, sweating as hell, everything is a blur, before he falls… but he never gets to feel his head hammering into the bloodied asphalt underneath him, as consciousness slips and he's back into that comforting darkness.

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Next time he wakes up or are conscious, he's riding on someone's back. He thinks that he is hallucinating since he sees a green head in front of him, not green hair, nope, a green scalp. And the back he's resting his out burned body on, is hard as a shell. Someone speaks to him, but it's the same that they're saying again and again, like in an endless ranting. "Don't die Sanji, don't die, don't die, don't die. Stay with us, blondie. Don't die."

Heh!

If they hadn't already noticed, he was already dead.

The movement stops. Someone is at his face, two fingers opens his eyes and a single dark grey eye stares searchingly into his. He smiles, he can feel that he is smiling contently at the other, even though as he feels like hell. Those lips moves and speaks words, but they're nothing but rumbling noise.

He slips.

Darkness…

And then, nothing. Nothing but peace. Blissful wonderful peace.

Then a dream, a memory. A very short one of a smiling laughing Vivi, the sight of her long blond hair dancing in the wind, the sea behind her sings such wonderful songs, as it licks her lean beautiful feet, begging her to grace it with her beauty, to bath in its cooling waters.

"You know, that you're weird, right?"

He sees himself sitting at the beach with her, sitting on a blanket, chuckling, smiling at her, a basket stands in between them as he spoons something up from it.

"Come on, close your eyes." He tries again.

"Hmm, okay, but no stupid surprises!" He laughs, God, he can't remember the last time he last had laughed. She closes her beautiful eyes and opens her mouth as he ask her too. He brings the spoon to her lips and her mouth closes around it, he pulls it out and she hums as she tastes the new flower. The sound makes his insides sing in pleasure as well. "Vanilla with chocolate and… blueberries?"

"My own homemade ice-cream."

"It tastes wonderful!"

Just as she's about to open her eyes, he leans over and presses his lips carefully against hers. Vivi only hesitates for a moment before she response, slowly but ever so delicately. As she opens her mouth he dips his tongue in and immediately likes the flavor of vanilla-ice-cream, chocolate pieces, blueberries and sweet sweet wonderful Vivi. Laying the spoon aside, he closes the lid to the ice cream with one hand, lays the lid over the cooling box inside of the basket and threads his fingers through those golden strands as he tilts his head to get better access to her sweet soft lips. Slowly crawling to her, without even breaking the kiss, Vivi lays down to let him top her. Only for a few seconds their kiss breaks, shining lustful eyes watching each other's expression carefully, asking, begging each other for the one question and both getting the accepting teasing answer, Sanji leans down to meet her lips again-

-and gone.

As he slowly blinks his eyes into awareness, he senses that he's sitting straight up, he guesses it's on a sofa, but its texture is of a kind that he's not familiar with. There's whispers, mumbles around him, he even says something but can't even understand his own words.

Zoro's right in his face again, questioning him about something, the words only a mere rumbling sound that makes Sanji giggle. He don't know why, but he can't stop feeling foolish, content, utterly happy, while at the same time feeling like he'd been drained from all kind of energy. He feels utterly horrible but good at the same time. Something tells him that the other wants him to look him straight in the eyes, so he does, or rather his face gets lifted up so he stares straight into one dark grey and one faded grey eye.

"…ere e…?"

Sanji giggles like a drunkard and lolls his head to the side. He can't really remember what just had happened to him, though he can still feel something healing inside of him and then lapse.

"…ji…?"

"….gold –en… ray…"

"…not…"

"….anji…?"

"…ie…?"

"…o… op-per…"

It sounds funny, even weird and he knows that he should be worried not to being able to hear those around him, but he just can't stop laughing at it. They sound stupid, it was funny how worried they looked –they, who were they?

"…trate…! …anji…!"

"Concen….tra… t…"

He want to sleep, but he can't sleep… why was it now that he couldn't sleep? Dreams. Dreams? What dreams? No dreams, but memories… but why only memories?

He chuckles foolishly and defiantly says something stupid as well, something completely stupid there pisses the man in front of him off. He lolls his head to the other side, just wanting to sleep. But he can't sleep. Why was that now?

His head gets yanked back up and something reflective is propped right up into his face.

"…EMBER!"

He looks blatantly at the person in front of him, not giving a shit to the world. So what? Look at who?

"Damn it, blondie!" Zoro curses, his voice suddenly very clear "REMEMBER!"

"Wha-?" the person gets closer up to his face, only then does Sanji see that it is no person, but a mirror, a ghostly reflection of himself and damn, he looks like hell, not even his ocean blue eyes looks right, they're a sharp golden, almost like the burning fire.

"Concentrate," Zoro's voice says again, this time a bit calmer as the man realizes that Sanji's getting more aware than before "and remember!"

He doesn't know what he's talking about, until… until something clicks…

…and Sanji remembers.

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To be continued

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A.N.: YAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Today, 8. November 2014 is my 29'th birthday and, therefore I'm no only going out to party on Restaurant Dong Fang in Rønne, and reserve presents from those I love and care for, nope! I'm giving away as well! So, therefore, here you go! Chapter nine! Hope you like it! And check out on my account on , there I'll be posting some (old) art as well!

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