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

Sanji groaned as he puffed on a freshly lit cigarette, eyes relaxed in a rather bored looking expression as he exhaled the smoke through pursed lips and looked over at the man that was currently kneeling over the side of the bed he was tied too. The blonde had yelled at him countless times over the duration of his story - mainly on how stupid he was - and once it was all over the man insisted on staying in the room until 'he understood his feelings'.

Now, Sanji wasn't stupid. He understood the others feelings, he just didn't feel the same nor did he agree with this mans actions against his previous attackers. They may of done some horrible things to him, but he still didn't feel like killing them was necessary.

It was messed up, and the only reason he didn't want Zeff to do anything in the first place was because it wasn't worth it. Why murder them over something so stupid and trivial...?

The cook sighed once again and crossed his arms above his lean chest, trying to ignore the way the older man looked over at him before he started to speak.

"So... What the hell are you hoping to achieve with this?" Sanji asked between a new puff. Gin smiled up at him from his perch on his knees.

"Well... I mean, now that you're with me we can follow your dream! I've saved up more than enough as Don Krieg's right hand man."

"Dream? What are you talking about, dipshit?"

"... I fucking love you. So pretty and cute and yet you carry the voice of a sailor..." Gin seemed to have a far away look in his eyes as he stared at the blonde, seemingly ignoring the teens question as his train of thought moved onto something that Sanji didn't want to be aware of.

"You are insane. Now answer my question before I ram my foot down your throat." Sanji ground out before spitting out his cigarettes filter, landing it perfectly into the little glass jar to his right. It looked hand crafted and beautiful with waves cascaded on the side which made the blonde feel slightly bad for damaging it but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to treat this asshole objects with any shred of respect.

"Oh! Sorry, dove-"

"Fucking call me that again and I'll rip out your eyes." Sanji interrupted quickly, wanting to hear the answer but not willing to put up with the mans pet names.

"Aha... Alright, Sanji. Well to answer your question, your dream of sailing around the world and finding All Blue."

Sanji was silent a moment as he processed the mans words. He had never told anyone but Zeff his dream, which he was thankful for since it saved his life at the time, so how did this creep of a goon possibly get that piece of information.

"You... Are leaving something out of your story. How the hell do you know every detail about my life?" The cook asked softly, eyes piercing into Gin's brown orbs as the other man fidgeted in his spot. "Talk. Now."

"Ok, Ok... I may of... Spoken with your father." Gin could see that the comment hit Sanji hard as he quickly stood up and waved his hands frantically. "I wasn't looking for him! I was on a side mission for Don Krieg when I happened to run into him. I honestly didn't even know that he was your father until I saw the similarities his other children carried with you, mainly the eyebrows."

Sanji listened silently, mind numb as he thought back on his biological family. He had never wanted to acknowledge their existence after he left, nor did he want to rehash the fact that he was related to those murders. His mother was the only shred of light through that dark time in his life, but she was gone, and she left Sanji with a family that held no regard of morals.

"We got talking since we were sided together on this specific mission, and I took the time to ask some questions about you... I would of killed him on the spot for you, lo-Sanji. But I couldn't. Not at the time. But I swear to you, I will make that man suffer for what he did to yo-"

The leaner man held up a hand, making the other stop speaking and look down at the teen who was clenching his eyes shut.

"Shut up. That bastard isn't related to me, I don't carry his name, and nothing that he has ever done to me matters. Why bother getting killed for a small chance of victory?"

Gin shook his head and smiled lightly, sitting back down onto the bed before taking Sanji's pale hand into his own larger ones.

"I would do anything for you. Nothing that would help ease your mind or put a smile on your face would be too much or unwarranted. I will kill for you. I HAVE killed for you. I love you." Gin then went to kiss the thin appendage but was stopped as Sanji pulled it out of his reach.

"You're insane! I'm not worth any of th-"

There was the sound of a loud slap and then silence in the room as Sanji blinked his widened blue eyes and rubbed his now sore cheek with his left palm. He went to yell at the other, tell him off for the sudden hit, but felt himself unable too as he noticed the others eyes were filled with tears that he was very obviously forcing himself not to shed.

"I'm sorry." Was the only word the other uttered before shooting out of the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

The remaining resident of the room simply stared at the door for a minute before tsking and leaning back into the pillow that was pressed against himself and the wall, hand not leaving his cheek as he clenched his tired eyes shut. Why should he feel bad for that man's suffering when he not only kidnapped him, but also slapped him in the face? He didn't deserve the sympathy that the cook was feeling, nor did he deserve to shed those tears.

He wasn't the one tied to a bed in a dingy old room with no idea on where he was. He wasn't the one that was drugged by who he thought was a friend. He wasn't the one who was scared out of his mind at the thought of being at the mercy of a stalker. And he wasn't the one with a stinging cheek.

So... Why did Sanji still feel bad?

Zoro grumbled under his breath as he sat in the back seat of Smoker's police car, knuckles dusted in red liquid that ran across his pristine white shirt as he crossed his arms above his chest. He ignored the small annoyance in favor of staring out the window at the passing buildings and cars.

"I can't believe you would do something so stupid." Smoker growled out without bothering to look back at the teen who scoffed in turn.

"Shut it. I didn't see you or those other cops doing anything." Zoro growled back even though he knew that Smoker was right. He shouldn't of done what he did.

But when you run into Don Krieg on the streets, the man who was the essential boss of Sanji's kidnapper, you won't just sit back idly and pass him without so much as a 'Fuck you'. Which he didn't do by the way, no. Instead he knocked out a couple of the mans teeth and demanded to know where Gin had taken the cook, only to be met with harsh laughter and a comment of 'I think he's breaking in his new pet'.

Ya, so obviously he lost more than just a couple teeth after that.

Sadly however, the lead that Zoro had been following before had been fake. There were no buildings in the area that housed anyone, and it was actually all destroyed from a recent gang war.

He just hoped that Smoker hadn't gotten to that barista before he did.

"I understand your worry. Ace tells me that you are... Close with this man, but you need to set that aside. We are doing everything we can to find him, we don't need to add a lost swordsman to our already long list of victims at this mans hands." The elder man stated as he stopped at a red light. "I can admit that you taking down Krieg is beneficial, since now we at least have one of our top leads for interrogation in our custody, but this is a police matter. You will stay out of it unless personally requested by me. Which is won't be."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because you are too personal in this case. I don't trust you enough to stay level headed when needed. We will get the location out of Krieg soon enough, he's not really a strong willed man when stripped of his weapons and armor, it will only be a matter of time."

"Whatever." Zoro said as he looked back out the window. He could feel Smoker's piercing gaze on his person for a moment before the car kicked back into gear.

"I understand how you feel. I would do exactly what you did if Ace went missing... Not only that but I wouldn't just be sitting back there like you are." Zoro shot his head back to Smoker, who was staring intently on the road ahead of him. "I would kill everyone in my path until I found him, not even stopping to breath. He means the world to me, and I can tell that the same situation applies to you and the kid. Which is why..."

The man paused for a moment as he pulled into an empty alleyway, keeping the car running as he turned back to the swordsman in his back seat. "I was unable to catch you or keep the fact that I was just texted your boyfriends where about's to myself when you so obviously hacked into my phone to see them."

Zoro sat in the backseat for what felt like hours as he processed what was happening, but as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket after Smoker had used his phone he felt a feral grin take over his features, shooting out of the car with an obvious air of gratitude before running off.

He loved his friends.

Gin hadn't come back into the room for at least 4 hours, Sanji observed with a sigh as he lay on his side, neck bleeding lightly after yet another failed attempt at breaking out of his bonds. He didn't miss the man in the slightest, he was just getting a little stir crazy from being locked in the room for so long in pure silence.

It was unnerving, and reminded him of memories of being in a dark cell that he didn't want to rehash. He never liked the silence after that, but at the same time he felt as though any constant noise such as a clock or leaking tap would make him go insane. How long had he even been in this room? He asked himself as he felt his stomach gurgle under the confines of his baggy blue sweater. He hadn't eaten anything since he woke up, and he only trusted the man to bring him water from an unopened bottle.

He couldn't risk being drugged again. The vulnerability ate away at the teen, overpowering the pain in his stomach as he flipped onto his back and gently rubbed away the blood on his neck with his shirt sleeve, wincing as the fabric made contact with his stinging and sore throat.

'Maybe they're looking for me...?' He thought with a frown as he stared up at the white and chipped ceiling before he shook his head and scoffed. Like hell anyone was looking for him.

Zeff would no doubt not care, just a thorn now gone from his old and wrinkly side. And he didn't have any friends, because as much as it pained him to think about, the straw hats weren't his friends.

They were just like the others. They didn't care about him, no one cared about him. He was just something to be used at others convenience then tossed away like trash, and he was sick of it. Ya, of course everyone would pretend to be sad. They would cry crocodile tears and gain any shred of sympathy they could from whoever they could get it from, but it would all be fake. None of them cared, not Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Franky, Chopper, Robin, Brook, Zoro...

'Zoro' Sanji thought with a unreadable expression. That green haired swordsman had been doing all sorts of things to the blonde's mind ever since he saw him. It as if he's the cooks biggest rival, and yet he also acted like his best friend. It was fickle... And at the moment the young cook had manifested the image of the other teen in his mind he smacked himself.

Why was he throwing a pity party when he could be trying to break out?

Like hell that idiot moss head was going to let him live it down if he just sat back and let this creep do what he wanted! Sanji bared his teeth together as he sat himself up in one fluid motion, the pain in his cheek and the thoughts in his mind fueled his hands to grab the chain and with little thought he did something he would hate himself for later.

He wrapped the chain around his left hand and pulled the metal infused leash taught until he heard his bone creak out of place. He let out an un-muffled and blood curdling scream as his appendage snapped, eyes filling up with tears that did nothing to mask his mental smirk as he heard the expected result of Gin running as fast as possible into his room.

Tears ran down the blondes cheeks as he held the now bleeding hand close to his chest. He didn't want to damage his most important body part, but he needed that scream to be real, and he couldn't hurt his legs if he was going to fight his way out of here.

Gin didn't waste a moment as he saw the curled up blonde and quickly ran up to him in concern, making a move to grab the damaged hand but was met with the leash wrapping itself around his throat.

Then Sanji pulled. And he pulled hard.

Tbc.