Disclaimer : I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters.

A/N : Thanks for all the thoughtful reviews everyone!~ And I will head your guy's advice and not start on another fic until this one is completed. Which will hopefully be soon with how fast I am buzzing through it all.

Sanji woke up with an ear splitting headache and a sense that something was off. He hadn't bothered to open his eyes immediately, too absorbed in the pain that was echoing through both his skull and stomach as he burrowed his face deep into the soft material that was propping his head up.

Last night was nothing more than a blur in his much too fuzzy mind, which caused a red flag to begin blipping inside his head, as if an alarm was going off from behind his eyes. It hurt, so he decided to just lay there for a moment and get his bearings before attempting to do anything else. So that's just what he did as he layed in the unknown bed, fingers clenched in his soft locks as he took slow and relaxing breaths to sooth his raging thoughts, and hopefully get a good bearing on why he was in so much pain.

"Mh..." He mumbled out as he finally attempted to open his eyes and take in his surroundings. He backtracked however as he realized that he had no idea where he was. That was a little more than disconcerting, he thought with a frown as he gently rubbed his eyes as if to wipe away the image in front of him as he sat himself up on shaky arms.

Once he opened his eyes back up he noticed that he was in a small and musky smelling room that had beige wallpaper that was ripped in several places. It looked almost as though a cat had torn at the paper, and also pissed in other spots. To summarize though, it was gross and Sanji was scared that he was kidnapped by a drug dealer. Who also happened to own a cat.

He coughed lightly and went to rub at his sore throat but was stopped by a lacy like fabric that was wrapped around his neck. He blinked in shock as he felt around the item, trying to pinpoint what exactly it was, but it only clicked into his mind as he turned around and noticed the object was attached to a leash that was then clipped onto the rusty bed frame. A collar. The cook simply stared at the set up for a moment before beginning to pull at the leash, trying to break the material as he panicked on the bed. He grit his teeth and dug the palms of his feet into the bed as he pulled, but to no success. It was much stronger than it looked, as was the bed frame.

Sanji began to pant as he gurgled around the collar that was digging deeply into his neck, he didn't stop however as he pulled harder. But eventually his mind began to scream at the teen for oxygen, so he had to stop and calm down his body before he had a panic attack. Well, a worse panic attack.

"Sanji!" The blonde jumped as a voice rang through the air, he looked over at the open door where the sound erupted from and could do nothing but pant as his eyes widened in realization. "Oh god... I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Gin walked up to the blonde in a slow manner with his eyes locked on the teens raw neck. He had figured that the male would panic after waking up tied in a strangers bed, but he had hoped that he wouldn't of hurt himself, he was obviously wrong as the blonde lay panting on the bed with a bright red throat and eyes that shone with repressed tears.

"Gin..?! What the fucking shit is going on?!" Sanji shouted in a raspy tone before he broke into a quick chorus of coughs. He clenched a hand around where his heart would be on his pink sweater and closed his eyes shut for a moment in an attempt to help calm himself down.

"Please calm down, dear. I don't want you to damage your throat." Gin spoke calmly in an attempt to get the other to settle himself. But of course it was in vain since Sanji wasn't one to listen to anyone.

"The fuck is wrong with you? Get this off me!" The cook pulled at the leash and collar as he spoke.

"I can't... I'm sorry. But this is for your own good, my love." Gin spoke softly and in a very neutral sounding tone. Sanji glared at the man and grit his teeth as his mind clouded with confusion.

"The hell did you just call me..?" Sanji asked softly before shaking his head. "Fucking, Gin let me out. This isn't funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny... I know that this is probably really confusing and scary for you, but just know that I have nothing but your best interests in heart. You'll finally be happy, Sanji..." He seemed to be talked to himself more than the blonde, who listened patiently for an answer as to why he was here.

When he never got one he went to shout with intent to get an answer but stopped as a sharp and shocking pain erupted from his ankle, numbing his entire leg and making him gasp in surprise.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Gin began chanting with misery lacing his tone as he held a small remote between his hands. "I just need you to be quite now though, OK?"

The lean blonde glared up at the man but said nothing in both fear of another shock, and hope for some kind of hint as to what was going on. He didn't have to wait long however before the taller male sighed and sat at the end of the stained and messy bed, hands holding both his head and the remote as he looked down at the carpet.

"I'm so sorry... But I love you, Sanji. I have ever since you helped me that day at the Baratie..."

Sanji wrapped his arms around his knees and leaned against the bed frame, as far away from Gin as possible, as he listened to the insane man's story.

But the teen knew that no amount of pity could make him forgive this kidnapping, or stop the future ass kicking that this asshat was going to receive.

Zoro clenched his teeth together as he looked down at his phone, seeing the calls and messages that he was receiving but ignoring all of them as he continued to run down the empty streets.

After they had called the police station, Smoker had shown up at the door with little to no answers as to where the cook had been taken or where he might be. After some yelling and back and forth banter as to what they could possibly do next, the swordsman snuck out. Not without finding out where the cook last was though, and he had Zeff to thank for that since he was the one to put a tracker in the cooks phone.

Turns out the police knew where the cook was taken after tracing the call but they didn't want to tell Zeff since the barista wouldn't tell the cops anything, insisting that he hadn't even seen a blonde in the cafe that day, which just led them all at a dead end. But Zoro had ways of making people talk. Ways being his swords.

So eventually the acne covered teen had cracked and told the larger teen that a blonde had in fact come into the store earlier with a taller black haired male. He told him that the taller of the two paid him $200 to put some pills in the blondes coffee and not tell anyone afterwards.

Zoro, being the man that he is, didn't kill the man for doing something so deplorable to his-THE- cook. No, instead he made sure to record the conversation and send it off to Smoker, who was still at the elder cooks home. The swordsman wouldn't stay and wait for them however, he would let the police deal with that scum since he had a lead to follow as to where the blonde might be.

The petrified barista had informed him that the two had mentioned them going back to the elders apartment once the drugs began to kick in, but the only information he heard in regards to that was that it was in the southern district. It actually helped narrow it down however since there weren't many apartments in the area. Mainly warehouses.

Zoro stopped for what felt like the hundredth time to look down at his phone, ignoring the messages once again as he looked at the opened GPS. He would never admit to having a bad sense of direction, so he simply told himself that he just needed to know the quickest route to the blonde.

Ya. That was the only reason, he thought with a firm nod as he turned left and ran down the darkening alleyway.

He just hoped the cook was OK. If he was dead then Zoro would bring him back to life and kill him again for making him feel this way. But not before killing the fuck that dared to kidnap him first.

And then... And then he would talk to the cook. About feelings and shit. Zoro blushed and shook the thought from his mind, he needed to focus right now.

His cook depended on it.

Tbc.