ohsorubbedraw asked: Heheheh if you want to write a prompt...here it is! (idk if you've read or watched it though) Hunger Games AU, zosan/sanzo, you can write whatever...or how about one of them dies and the other one can only watch, or goes on a rampage.
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Sanji knew their alliance had been a bad idea. Maybe it was easy for the others to simply dissolve their alliance after a time, but Sanji felt an attachment for the people he'd been working with. They were once his partners, people he trusted to watch over him while he slept, people who shared the same fears and concerns he did. Now they were his enemies, and he would either have to watch them die or kill them by his own hand. He wasn't sure which he preferred.
He felt especially close to Zoro. The bizarre looking green-haired bastard was annoying, lazy, and couldn't walk a straight line without getting lost, but despite their differences Sanji felt an immediate pull towards the guy. Zoro was pragmatic but merciful, callous but kind. He was an enigma to Sanji. In this kill or be killed setting, a cold and cruel reality, Zoro was taking a different approach; a middle route no one else could see.
Their relationship had been rocky from the start, built around their differences with a foundation of insults, but Sanji felt closer to Zoro than anyone else. He had some sort of deep connection with the other man, and he wished from the bottom of his heart that they'd been able to meet under different circumstances.
Sanji had no doubt Zoro would be the one to kill him. His skill with a sword was more than impressive, and what he lacked in strategy and finesse he more than made up for with sheer strength. He was the only one that could fight on par with Sanji. Sanji wasn't stupid enough to let himself be killed by the others; their skills were lacking, and he would have to make a really dumb mistake for one of them to get the better of him.
Speaking truthfully, Sanji knew it would come down to he and Zoro in the end. In fact, he'd planned on it, and he knew exactly what he would do when that happened.
Sanji was prepared to lay down his life for Zoro. If it came down to the two of them, he'd let Zoro kill him.
He'd considered killing himself first, sparing Zoro the guilt, but he knew the swordsman would see it as an act of pity. He wouldn't do that. He'd fight the green-haired man head on (because giving himself up would be just as bad as killing himself) and he'd make sure Zoro won.
That was the plan. He was ready for it.
Of course Zoro had to throw a wrench in his plan. Of course the moron couldn't just let Sanji make a decision and stick to it.
Of course the bastard that barely showed Sanji more than a trace of concern would slip between Sanji and the throwing knife one of the remaining tributes had thrown in a desperate effort to save her own life. It wasn't even a particularly good throw, but Sanji wasn't paying attention and it was at least well aimed.
Zoro's timing was unbeatable as he slid in between Sanji and the blade. Sanji watched in disbelief as the blade sank into Zoro's chest, and his blood blossomed like a deadly flower from the wound.
"Shit," Zoro cursed, crumpling, falling back against Sanji's chest where Sanji was ready to catch him.
Sanji watched in horror as Zoro struggled for breath, his gasps for air causing a gurgling sound that rang in Sanji's ears like it was being amplified by a loud speaker. He had no idea what had happened to the girl. She was gone before he could look up. She was lucky.
"This," Zoro managed between breaths. "Was not how I planned this to go," He coughed out.
Sanji's fingers flitted desperately around the wound. He wasn't sure what he should do. Pull the knife out? But what if Zoro only bled out faster? Apply pressure? But then what?
Zoro's fingers caught his, tangling with them and squeezing them in a grip that was surprisingly tight for how shallow his breathing had gotten.
"I'm sorry, Cook," Zoro wheezed out. His voice was weaker now. Fading every word he spoke. "I meant to get them all first," A pause. "At least you won't have to be the one to…"
"Shut up!" Sanji growled. "You shitty swordsman! You were supposed to win this!"
Zoro smiled up at Sanji, and despite the weighted feeling in his limbs, he managed to tangle one of his hands into the blond's soft golden strands. Sanji was crying, unrestrained tears landing in Zoro's hair.
Zoro had a lot he wanted to say, but he wouldn't get the chance. At that moment his body gave out, his vision darkened, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out entirely was the shape of his name formed on the blond's lips.