REWRITTEN!

Sorry for the late update, so many things has happened and writing might go a bit slower now, since i will for some time have one hand to write with. Long story short; I was being a huge brainless idiot, got bitten by a dog yesterday (Friday 11th september 2015)and now I only have my left hand to write with until the other one has healed up. It took 8 stitches to close most of the wounds. Anyway, I still though will do what I can to make up for the long wait you have Faithfull been waiting through.

Thank you all for your understanding, and please enjoy this chapter.

~Crystalbluefox

AU: Sorry for taking so long, things came up, but I promise to keep to Sunday from now on ^o^ Hope you'll all enjoy this story.

~Penille

Answers on reviews from chapter twelve:

zoroVsanji: Hi Francesca! Maa, thanks for liking the chapter so much, just don't hope that you came too late to it ^o^

Nille: Ne, ne, Sanji! Zoro! You got cakes!

Sanji: Francesca-chwaan! Thank you so much for this lovely cake. Oh, I'm so honoured to get such an amazing gift from such a wonderful angel li –LUFFY! Get your fucking hands of it!

Luffy: Ma, not fair you get a big cake and we get nothing!

Sanji: Marimo got one as well! Go buck hi –STOP EATING OF IT, GOD DAMN IT! –kick Luffy in the head-

Zoro: uhmm, not bad –pulls a smile- just my taste-

Sanji: Marimo! Help me, damn it!

Zoro: -keeps eating- really good sake cake.

Daschel: Yup! More of the lovely blond ^^ Things are soon about to happen and… nope, I wont tell you what's going to happen XDD you just have to read it right here, and then wait for the next chapter. I know, I'm really evil! Shishishi!

Mish1: The question is just; for how long can Zoro hold it? XD

jin-chi: Yup! And there will be more of it in this story… I think ;)

Pisaj-Elf: Yes, sadly enough… but I have actually planned something for Zoro –evil smirk- and don't worry, you're not alone of being a… 'bad' girl! Shishishi! Anna is actually a pretty cool person, one of my own characters from my own manga, 'Dream Chasers', that I'm working on ^o^

dalia76: Thankii! –hugs you back- can't wait till next Sunday to read another review from you ^o^

ano~miss: They are! And also, they are both characters from the manga that I'm self working on (don't expect anything from it the first two years, but you might find the people from my manga in these Fanfictions ^^; ). Don't worry, what Anna explains about this illness/disease/curse, is only something there happens in the fictive world ^o^; Yup! The right music always 'peps' up the mood XD Shiina Ringo? Hmm, I think I will try listen to her songs^^ And THANKS FOR THE WEBSITE! –sending kisses- you're an angel!

Oi! LUFFY! The meat was to the whole crew! Not only you!

Sanji: Give it, meat-head, so I can prepare it correctly!

Luffy: -gnawing on the meat- but it taste so good~!

Nami: -hits Luffy in the back of his head- stop eating raw meat, Baka! It's disgusting!

Luffy: Huh? It is?

Zoro: -slaps himself in the face- I.D.I.O.T!

Sanji: -sweat drops- you can say that again… -sigh…!

Yukiim: -giggling- s'okay, the main reason is that you have read it and reviewed it, be it early or late, doesn't care, what cares is that you DID write XD Anyway, since you have been so busy, I hope that you had a good time! ^o^

anon: Thank you so much ^o^ glad that you didn't grew tired of it ^^

Dont-stop-believing: A, really? Mexican? Cool! M'sorry for that this chapter will be delayed as well… but you know that Beta-readers also can be delayed with things^^

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A big thanks to our bellowed Mei-chwan /Silvey115) for beta-reading this chapter as well^^ Thank you so much, my dearest friends!

Hope you'll enjoy the story.^^

Taste of Bittersweet Disaster

-A One Piece fan fiction

By Crystalbluefox

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Why does your rumbling voice,

Make me feel so happy and safe?

Isn't this wrong?

Or is it okay?

How do you feel?

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13. Chapter

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The Sleeping Swordsman

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White clouds floated peacefully on the blue sky, seagulls flew high above and chatted about the island the Thousand Sunny was nearing at. Finally, finally they're reaching a new island! The captain of this huge ship whooped when seeing the white beach approaching them and jumped happily on his seat on the lions head. "WHOOOO! LAAAAAND! YAHOOO!" he screamed cheerfully and clapped his feet together while giggling. A blond man was standing beside him with a large smile plastered on his face, and on his shoulders sat a giggling teen with black hair and fire-red bangs.

"Hahaha! Whooo! This feels great!" the kid spread his arms out to each side and ignored his friend's warnings about falling off his shoulders. "I've never felt so alive in a long time! The air is just so…" he breathed in, "fresh and… something else there are so good I can't describe it!"

Luffy chuckled "Yeah, isn't it?" The two Straw Hats laughed together and looked at the island which was becoming even larger. Oliver hummed and stretched his arms high above his head and then suddenly let himself fall backwards well knowing that his friend still were holding his legs.

"Oi oi! Oliver, damn it! Don't go do things like that!" the blond protested, even though he wasn't that mad again. Oliver giggled.

"I knew that you were holding me, and besides, this is fun!" Nicki sighed heavily.

"I think that the captain sitting over there must have infected you with something." Oliver just laughed at that comment.

Further down the deck was another blond sitting in his wheelchair and didn't share the same happiness as his friends. He sighed deeply when looking at the nearing island and then stared down on his feet. The gypsum had finally come off, but he could still not use his leg normally. As some of his friends looked at him and spoke to him, he just smiled and answered happily back… even though the smile were false and that he didn't feel as happy as he showed them. the morphine helped him though, it made it all more tolerable, and the smiles more easily to show, but he was already running low on it and had to place it back in the medicine cabinets farthest in. he hadn't had any for a couple of days and it was already pulling its tools on him. Every nerve seemed stretched too far for too long, smiling had even been harder to do. Fuck. He was a mess, wasn't he?

Luffy laughed heartily from his spot and pointed straight out, while his lovely Nami-swan told them about this spring-island named something which he didn't really heard the name of or even cared to listen to. It was worryingly that he didn't even wanted to use the energy to even listen to his lovely dove, no, Zoro's lovely dove. It left another heavy stone drop hard inside of him. She kept telling them stuff, but Sanji had a long time ago zoomed out from the things happening around him and now just sat there and stared right out into the air, consumed in his own dark thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why couldn't he share the same happiness as his friends? Why did he feel so distant from them?

God, he needed it, he needed something. For all gods in heaven or where the hell they were; let the island be habited with people, people who got something, who sold something.

From a spot at the mainmast, the swordsman cracked an eye open and kept that eye on their cook. Since that evening things had seemed to go well, he had seemed to be getting better. He chatted happily with the others, smiled, laughed… but Zoro could clearly hear the slight undertone of sadness when he spoke, the strain in keeping up his smiles. The cook tried to act as if everything was okay, but as soon as no one was watching him, his smile fell and his visible eye were blank for any emotions. Just like now. It had been some few days since he had got the gypsum off, but he was still sitting in that chair like an old hunched man. He looked so old, and he looked so thin and lost as he sat there, and every time he saw it, it hurt even more inside of Zoro's chest.

He had to confess to himself that he had some kind of feelings for that cook. It wasn't of pity, no, Roronoa Zoro never pitied anyone. But since it wasn't pity, what the heck was this then? Understanding? No, more than that, much more than that.

"You're worried about him?" he heard their temporarily new member ask from his left. Zoro didn't answer her and just closed his eyes. Anna sighed and crossed her arms. "It's not illegal to speak from your heart. It's okay to worry about your friends, isn't it?" The swordsman only grunted in answer and reserved a kick to his head there send him flying a few feet away.

"Oi! The hell, woman?!" he yelled, but Anna just shook her head and walked away while mumbling about "Stupid idiots with stupid idiotic prides". The swordsman grumbled irritated and sat back up. As he looked up, his eyes met one single blue eye there looked back at him. The stare wasn't even mockingly as it normally would be, nor even displeased of him talking to a woman like that… it looked more… confused? He crossed his arms over his chest after sitting back down against the mast, and went back to sleep. That damn cook! The fuck was he doing to him?

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

"Come on Sanji, you can do it!"

"Just a bit further, cook-bro."

Sanji gasped, hissed as he tried to move one leg in front of the other. Cold sweat was literally running down his back and arms, he was shaking uncontrollable, his body threatened to give up any moment and let him fall. He hated this. He hated this training and even after ten days, it hadn't even got any better than from the first time, if possible, it had gotten worse. Even though his back felt a bit better than before, it still hurt if he stayed up for too long. Moving his healthy leg was no problem, but it still hurt like hell resting his whole weight on the other, loosing as much weight as he knew he had, it spoke volumes of how bad it was. From leaning on it to actually move it was quit impossible. It was nice done of Chopper and Franky to keep on trying, but it hurt him even more to see their expressions each time after a training session. Each time they would smile, each time they would say "well done" and "you're getting better", each time though, he knew it wasn't true.

This time weren't any better.

He felt a sickening feeling shooting up from his leg when he rested too much on it, then the world slowly went blurry and turned white. He couldn't hear what the others were saying, the only sound were his own gasping and his heart's loud beatings. Then his arms gave up, but before he could greet the floor, two large arms grabbed him and helped him back up to the wheelchair. Chopper was at his side in an instant to check him up, and just there for a second, even though the world still were blurred around him, he caught a sad expression in those chocolate-brown eyes. He sighed in defeat and rested his spinning head in his hand.

"Don't worry, bro, you're getting better." Franky tried to cheer him up with one of his smiles, but it didn't work as well as he had hoped. Sanji just sighed. There were no reason to play along on this fool anymore.

"No, Franky, it's not getting any better," he said, feeling ever so tired, not because of the training, but at anything in general, most of all, he felt tired of himself "and it never will…"

"Sanji," the sadness was evidently in the little doctor's voice as he laid a comforting hove on his knee. Sanji gave him a weak smile and patted his hove.

"S'okay, I should just start getting used to it." he squeezed his hove to show him that it was okay, that he shouldn't worry anymore. He wasn't worth it, anyway. "I'm going to bed," he finally said and pulled his hand away. Chopper nodded understandable.

"Want me to help ya, bro?" Franky asked silently. Sanji looked up at the stairs leading up to the kitchen and the infirmary. Oh yeah, for a moment he forgot about that. Exhaling a deep sigh he nods. "Lock the wheels." Was all the shipwright said before grabbing the wheelchair while Sanji clambered to it for dear life, still afraid of falling out of it midway up the stairs. It would be a nasty fall. Almost there, Sanji suddenly feels uneasy and curls in on himself, he felt sick, nauseating piling up inside of him in step with as his vision was getting blurred up again. "You okay up there?" Franky called up to him and places the wheelchair carefully down. Sanji grumbled as he grabbed his head. Without asking the shipwright pushed him back into the infirmary and helped him up into his bed.

Sanji sighed in relieve as he felt the soft bed under him and rested one arm over his eyes to hide himself from the suns beam landing on his face from the now fully open door. He felt a calloused hand on his shoulder, he moved his arm enough so he could look up at his friend.

"You'll make it, cook-bro, just wait and see," he laid a hand on the larger man's arm and padded it, even though he tried to smile, reassure the other that it was okay, he could feel how strained it felt. Without a word he turned onto his side, facing the wall which was the only thing that would never tell about his many, silent tears. As Franky went back down, he rolled himself into a small ball and cried silently… like he had done so many other times before.

He would never be able to walk… ever again. Fuck.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

"How is he?" Chopper asked, as he in his human form removed the bars that the chef had used to steady himself in his training, he looked up at the blue haired man when no answer came. "Franky?"

Franky sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Still bad, he's giving up on ever being able to walk again." Chopper stopped in what he was doing, his shoulders sank as he sighed as well.

"That's what I feared," he said and turned into his brain point "if he doesn't have any confidence in himself, then he'll never be able to walk."

"Damn it!" the cyborg cursed and grabbed the back of his hair. Small sobs escaped from the little reindeer and tearful eyes looked up at the man. "Oi oi! Chopper?"

"I'm so worried about Sanjiii," he sniffled and dried his tears away. Franky patted him on his little back as he tried to calm down the little doctor. He didn't say anything… what was there to say anyway?

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Zoro watched the two of them as he sat between the orange-trees. Grunting in irritation, he took another swig of his beer. Footsteps that were barely heard approached him from behind, he knew who it was, the strong cologne was a big give away, when the blond stood behind him, not breathing a single word. He took another swig as he felt that dark blue eye watching him, as was he a tiger to be feed, weary to near if it should slash out and –no, that was a stupid comparison, now he couldn't stop scowling when thinking of that stupid fucker to Hunter. The blond took a weary step back, as if he could sense his rising anger.

"What do you want, Copycat?" he asks after some minutes of silence and the blond haven't made his officially appearance. He hears an intake of air and smirks. "Too afraid to come nearer where I can see you?" that did it, shoot against a man's pride and he'll prove you wrong, so easy, if just others would stop doing the same to him, that didn't mean that he was easy or predictable in any way. The Copycat, stood now right behind him, taking in air as if he was about to yell at him for calling him out on his manliness. Zoro took a swig of his bottle and reached the rest of its content up to the other. "Want a swig?" Normally if he asked Sanji about this, it would have pissed the cook off, claiming that he didn't like that kind of shit and was more to the upper finest branded wine-stuff, beer was disgusting, he said, and it stank. He didn't know why it was so surprising when this blond rose up, took the bottle, sat down beside him and took a big mouthful. He pulled a smile as the blond dried his mouth with the backside of his hand. "You're not like him." Zoro suddenly blurted out. Nicki looked surprised at him, before looking down with a small smile.

"You're the first to say," he said half joking, though there were no humor in his voice. The swordsman raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" Nicki nodded.

"Course I look like him a lot." Zoro 'ah-ed' in understanding, but didn't look away, even though he couldn't see the others expression from this side, he knew that he had a sad face. "There's no fun looking like someone else completely," He could imagine that pretty well. He took the bottle being showed back at him and took a big mouthful as well. It was almost empty, oh well, he had lured where the finer whiskey, and rum and yeah, he knew the cook hid some bottles of sake as well in his kitchen.

"Well, people say that we all have up to five to seven people in the world, who looks exact the same as one self. That means that I should have one as well out there."

"And more in every dimension," Nicki whispered.

"Huh?" the swordsman said wisely. The blond looked up.

"We have someone looking like us in every dimension as well… I've met one of them; the only different between him and me was that he had fins and a tail as a fish." the first mate chuckled.

"Well, you couldn't look alike that much," he said in the matter of fact "one can look like your mirror image, but never at the inside." Nicki blinked.

"What was in that beer again? You sound a bit too wise to be normal," he teased, Zoro grunted in response.

"My sensei once told me that. And… I've seen one myself. Beside; you and that kuso-cook doesn't look alike that much again,"

"Me and the what?" he asked confused but Zoro kept on as if he hadn't heard him, and pointed to his left eye.

"You might both have a problem with your left eye, I don't know with the cheese-head's, only that he has a scar there, but you have none at all," Nicki tensed by the mention of that and looked down. "Secondly," Zoro hurried to say, still pointing on his own left eye, "the front of your hair is longer,"

"Oh, you noticed that?" he said humorless.

"Thirdly, you have no gout-beard," Nicki laughed at this.

"You're checking us out that much, sword-head? What? Wondering who to date or something?"

"Fourth!" he said strained through gritted teeth, as he tried to kill the urge to beat the hell shit out of this blond so he had a blue mark to stand out with too. "You might kick like hell, you might smoke and you might cook, but you're not a cook, you're not high tempered, your style is different, your way to walk isn't the same, you don't smell like him, in fact you smell a hell lot worse than him,"

"Oi!"

"You don't flirt that much again, but you're actually a bigger pervert than the curl-brow – what you don't have either - , your eye are darker than his, your hair is lighter –did I mention that before?"

"Uhm, don't think so,"

The swordsman took another swig from the bottle "And you look more like a girl,"

"Now, don't push it too much!" Nicki warned, the swordsman pointed at him, bottle still in his hand.

"No matter what people might say; you will never be like him… or the other way around! Got that?" The blond looked at him in confusion, and then he looked down with a smile.

"Yeah, I got that." He rose up, dusted himself clean and then stretched his back until some joints clicked. "I'm going on land as well, you coming?" he asked as he slipped his hands into his pockets and glanced back at the teen. The swordsman drank the rest of his beer and shook his head. Just then when he was about to open his mouth to say something, he were cut off by a blood curling scream. "Where did that come from? The infirmary?" Nicki mumbled surprised and looked around.

Zoro leapt up and jumped onto the deck, hurrying into the infirmary where the scream came from. He literally ripped the door open. Sanji were laying in the bed, twisting and turning in his sleep, panting hard, the covers was long since kicked off to the floor. Damn it! He was having one of those bad dreams again! He looked around in the infirmary. What kind of medicine did Chopper normally use when the cook had those dreams? Something to calm him down with… wait, was there even any medicine that could remove bad dreams like those the cook had? Yes, yes there was, but what the heck was it? Almost every bottle in the cabinet looked the same as he looked them through. It had been a long time since the last attack, so he couldn't for the life of him remember what was used then. Fuck.

"Oi, Cook." He shook him slightly, even his shirt was soaked in sweat, but nothing happened. The only changes was the creases on his front head there became more apparent, the increase of breathing. "Sanji!" he tried again "Hey, wake up, you're dreaming!"

"No," he gasped as his fingers worked desperately in the sheet "d-don't, l-leave me alone… no…!"

"Sanji!" He sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing his shoulder tighter and shook him brutally. "God damn it! Wake up already!" No response. He shook him again, harder, this time the cook stirred and groaned, he shook him even more as he called his name, and suddenly, one visible eye flung open, staring bewildered around as if it couldn't recognize the place. "Hey, Sanji," the swordsman said a bit quieter and this time only shook him lightly. That blue eye now looked at him, as it finally recognized him, it started to water, the ocean was flooding over its borders. At realization, shame filled the sea along with horror. The blond pulled away from him, before hiding the evidence behind a trembling hand, hands there once were so sturdy.

"Shit. Shit! Fuck!" he let out a shuddering breath, cursing repeatedly, for each time they sounded more strained, more harsh and self-loathed.

"Cook." The blond froze, but he didn't look at him.

"Don't tell the others," he said, his voice wavering "Don't tell them anything, I just… please don't tell." He let out a shuddering breath and seemed to close further in on himself.

"Cook." The cook sniffled loud, the trembles from the hands had transported out to the whole body. He didn't know what made him do it, but he had a feeling that if he didn't do it, the blond would simply fall off in pieces, thus he caught himself wrapping his arms around the other and hold him tight, waiting for other responses than the jump the blond made upon contact and the awkward stillness there followed. The scent of musk, the weak scent of food and the strong whiff of sweat and male, the smell of Sanji reached his nose and remembered him once again about that dream he once had. He swallowed hard and mentally slapped himself. This was not the time to go and remember or even think on such kind of things.

"I won't, I won't tell anybody," Zoro assured him and tried to calm him down. "I swear, I won't." Sanji hands came up hesitantly and grabbed the back of his shirt tightly. Zoro held him closer, reassuring that it was okay, that he wouldn't tell, that no one would know but he. He felt his nose bury deeper against his chest, as the blond groaned.

"God, I hate t-this," He heard his muffled voice say, "I just hate this. I'm so pathetic… to no use at all."

"You're not pathetic, cook. Well, around women, but that's a whole other case." There was a sound of a huff of a laugh, Zoro smirked. Good, keep feeding him with sarcasm and jokes. He turned his head slightly so his nose touched the other's chin. The next words died as the sudden feeling to close the small gab between them and kiss him, overwhelmed with surge an urge that it even surprised him. He wanted to hold him closer, kiss those lips, lick his sweat away and show him… show him what? 'Damn it! Stop it!' he thought begrudgingly, it wasn't appropriate to have thoughts like that, gnashing his teeth hard together, he killed the urge and was surprised how big of a hole the longing feelings left in his heart. Was he really falling this hard for him? In a man? He groaned in irritation and buried his nose in the crotch of the cook's neck.

Sanji was utterly still. He didn't know what to do or say, he'd never thought that the swordsman ever would be this close to anyone, let alone to him. It was weird… but surprisingly nice and calmly. Yet the distant feeling that something was wrong with him couldn't stop nagging him. "Hey," he voiced, no reaction. "Zoro." Now there was a reaction as the other flinched. What the hell? "You okay?" Zoro chuckled slightly, the rumbling feeling to his ear somehow felt soothing.

"That should have been my line instead," So, something was wrong? "How about you?" why… why was his low, deep voice sending such kind of shivers through his body when he were talking? And why did it feel so good? Sanji sniffled and nodded.

"Better… sorry about that, I just-"

"Don't mention it,"

"But I-"

"No, seriously, don't mention it!" Sanji sighed and nodded. Stupid idiot, though he didn't know if he meant the kelp-headed idiot or himself.

"Man, I feel like a pathetic moron," he grumbled. That rumbling feeling came back as the swordsman chuckled.

"Well, now you're saying it yourself, then-"

"Oi, watch it, moss-head!" he warned through gritted teeth. "You at least didn't have to agree with me!"

The man laughed, true heartedly and yeah, it was nice, it even made him smile. Any thoughts of the nightmare was gone, he surprisingly just needed this idiot around. He let go of his shirt and instead slung his arms around the broader frame, what silenced him at once. "Cook?"

"Need this. Just a bit longer." He thought for a moment. "Is it okay?" It was embarrassing, but the shitty swordsman just felt so nice and comforting to be in the arms of, and he damn hell just didn't thought that!

"Sure," He blinked in surprise.

"What?" Zoro pulled a mocking smile. Oh, there was something else there, he knew that stupid smirk of his. "What?" he almost spat.

"Just don't start cry like a little girl again."

"Oi! Damn you-!" Sanji began, but were cut short as his windpipe got squashed against the other's sharp shoulder, as the swordsman literally crushed him in a big hug while bawling with laugher.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Sanji sat and watched the town they had docked at. The large harbor were brimmed full with different kind of ships, marines, explorers, even other pirate ships were here as well. It was like an unwritten rule that none could border each others ships, yet, there was the thing with rules; they were easily broken. After what he heard from Nami-san, the townspeople didn't mind if their visitors was the one or the other; as long one didn't make trouble and paid well, there were no danger. And like in any other respective harbors there were full with visitors, there were also visitors to the ships, selling stuff. Good stuff, some would say, months ago Sanji would've call it bad stuff, stuff to keep far away from, but now, as things were, he welcomed it with open arms. It was expensive as hell, but the seller promised it was some of the finest qualities, so he bought a good portion of it. He had, after all, been storing some money aside for himself, some that no one knew of, not even the lovely Nami-swan.

Hiding it was another problem since they had a crewmember with a damn hell good nose, so he called the kid, Oliver was his name, and asked him to go buy him some very strong spices, along with some other ingredients. Since he was the chef of the ship there were no questioning about it and he trusted the kid to find the best of vegetables, fruits and spices. He'd tasted the kid's food, he had potentials. Checking the deck for the hundredth of times to make sure he was absolutely alone, well, there was the kid, but he was fast asleep in the shadows, his straw hat pulled far over his head, - he'd made sure the last eighty times that he was, indeed, dead asleep to the world. He made himself a fix, as they said, lining the crystal white powder on the back of his hand, while sniffing it up through both of his nostrils. It hit him like a hammer, hard and powerful, it scared him at first, but as his heart began to relax and his mind started to cloud, he felt as if he were finally free. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a very long time and stalling all the worries for just a moment, it was heaven. Laying his head back, he watched the clouds drift away at the too blue sky. Such a deepness. He lifted his hand up, it was almost as if he could touch the soft clouds, he detected small white powder still cling to the small almost invisible hairs on his hand. He stuck his tongue out to lick the rest of it up, and were immediately overwhelmed by a moan, the moment he closed his mouth. The heart made a wonderful jump. Shit! It was almost like being mind fucked. He closed his lips over his hand, trying to get every taste of the powder of it, and god, he could have stayed like this forever!

It took some time before he was by all his senses again, minus the unbearable headache of worries and nightmares. The seller did tell him about this, about this mind-fucking feeling before it would "rest" in him like any normal stupefying narcotics, yet stay in his system for much longer. The island's specialty, as he called it. Fuck, he hadn't really believed him at first, but he damn hell would make sure to get a hell of a lot more of it before they would pull anchor… and a lot more of strong smelling spices. He'll make sure to make a lot of dishes there'd burn the men's nostrils to ashes, the ladies, of course, would only get the milder versions, no harm should ever befall them. Thank god, that Chopper were no dog, but a reindeer.

Stretching his arms high above his head, he let out a long yawn. He hadn't felt this comfortable tired in a long time, yet he couldn't help the feeling of boredom as well, though a good boredom, was there even something like that? Fuck if he knew, at least there was now. He'd just decided that. Being in a wonderful buzz for now, Sanji realized that he had nothing to do and no one to talk with, well, there was always Mr. Heavysleeper over there, but, as said; he was sleeping heavily and snoring away in the covers of the shadows. It was tempting to just do the same, to give in to this wonderful sleep itching in the edges. He rubbed his eye, he couldn't possible be seeing right, either the narcotic were making him seeing things, or he had a very bad memory, or thirdly; the kid had been to hairdresser, because he was sure about that last he looked properly at that kid, his hair didn't have a shade of blue or light silver-blue under that hat.

"Seeing something interesting?" Sanji literally jumped in his seat as the younger teen suddenly spoke and cracked an eye open. Blue eyes met each other and then a smile reached the kid's lips. "She cut me today,"

"Huh?" Sanji said wisely and blinked. Oliver sat straight up and stretched his back while humming. He pulled the straw hat off and Sanji's visible eye widened as he gaped at the sight. Silver-blue or light blue hair was revealed in the light. His long bangs were gone and all was a lot shorter than before, almost like Luffy's, but then again not. "Why'd you go blue?"

"Huh?" the kid laughed "Nah, no, this," Oliver pointed to his head "is actually my real hair colour. The other before was something I colored to not stand out that much… but Anna just didn't really like the idea of it," he said, putting the hat back on and patted it.

"You know, red bangs to black hair does actually stand a bit more out than that…" Sanji pointed out.

"Yeah, she kinda told me the same." the younger teen laughed nervously.

They sat in silence, soon the silence where filled with small snores once again and Sanji's mind, once again, drifted away to that wonderful feeling of peace, as he sat there, watching the town. If just, if he just could have walked, he would be nowhere this ship by now. He would have been out there, enjoying the town, walking around, running, fighting against idiots. He stared intensely at the railing before him, and then grabbed it with both of his hands to pull himself up to stand. God it was such a nice feeling to stand up like this, to feel the wind blow right into your face, to stretch your whole body, your back, your legs, your spine, your neck. He breathed in the fresh summer air into his lungs, held it, and then breathed it back out. One more attempt, he could do it, he could try to make one more attempt, something told him that he could, something told him that he should, he didn't feel any angst for it, no defeat, no nothing. He could do it! Taking a deep breath, he moved his one leg; leaning against it full weight still hurt as hell, but as he tried to walk along the railing, he felt the dizziness slowly taking over him again. He tried, he pushed, gritting his teeth he forced himself to take that step, one more step and then one more step. The white noise howled in the distant, increased and then deafened him. The world swam before him, the pain was unbearable. He choked on a scream and hurriedly tried to move back, almost fell, but managed to throw himself back into his cursed wheelchair. The pain shut up through his spine, a nerve twitched and bore through his muscles, or so it felt like. It was of no use. He couldn't, he would never be able to walk again.

As soon as the world came back into vision and the white noise disappeared, he drove over to one of Nami-san's sun chairs, that she nicely had let him borrow when he liked to use it. He locked the wheels as he were right in front of it, he removed the footrests so his feet were free, grabbed the armrests of the other chair and then pulled himself up to stand, turned around while standing on the healthy leg and then sat down, carefully, ever so carefully. With a sigh, he leaned back against the chair and sighed once more. Should this really become his normal day of life? Having no use for the rest of the group, to only be a burden? The narcotic dulled his mind once again as the pain where gone, he felt the tear prickle in his eye before release, but the heavy sadness wasn't there, instead there was calmness and acceptance. If so, so be it. He had something to take his mind off, a voice said, you got me, it said, I'll make you forgot the pain of life, one more, double the doze and you'll be in a bliss. One more doze and you can do whatever you want to. It would be nice, just to forget, just to have that blissful moment to last longer, not only calming him faster, but simply just burry him in joy and ecstatic wonder. Letting his hand wander back into his, he felt the small bag brush against his fingers. Just one more doze, one single doze extra shouldn't hurt, it couldn't, could it?

Click!

Sanji cracked an eye open when he heard the sound, not knowing when he had fallen asleep, only to stare directly into the barrel of a riffle pointed at his head. His eye opened wide. "What the…?" he was pushed brutally back down in the chair by the riffle and got it pushed closer to his head. 'Ah shit!'

"Oi! Is the kid still sleeping over there?" the man with the riffle suddenly asked and smirked by the look of the chef's confused expression. The kid? Oh shit, Oliver!

"Yeah, he's fast asleep! That drug of yours worked well!"

"Gashashasha! Good, can't have the child to pull any attention towards us, when we're going to have some fun with this little beauty-boy here, before we'll deliver him to the Headquarters." Sanji blinked a couple of times before it became clear to him who it was there stood before him in those white uniforms.

"Mariners." He grounded through gritted teeth, and rolled his eye. The mariner chuckled.

"Ex-marines, more precisely, kid, now bounty hunters! And not one of the nice ones! Unfortunate for you, fortunate for us!" the dark haired bounty hunter pushed to the blond with his riffle. "Now, stand up!" Sanji glared at him "You deaf, kid? Stand up I said!"

"The hell I won't, shit-head! Get your damn a-"

"I said: Get up!" he grabbed Sanji's shirt and threw him out of the chair. Sanji landed on the deck with a yelp and tried to pull himself up with his arms. A kick in his abdomen send him back down, the next kick hit him square in the face.

"Ah shit!" he grabbed his broken nose and curled together into a ball. The blood ran like crazy.

"Black Leg Sanji," the other bounty hunter read up from a wanted-poster and threw it before the blond "You don't look as scary as your bounty says. Tche! You sure this is him, Frank?"

"Damn sure! There's not two of the same person, now are there?" He bend down, grabbed the chef's blond hair and forced him up on his legs "Now stand kid and then lets have a little fun with ya!" but before he even could stand properly he collapsed at once with a yelp of pain escaping his lips. The dark, tall man stepped closer to him, but Sanji pulled away from him.

"Leave me the hell alone, damn it!" 'Damn hell! I can't even stand up to fight!'

"Oi, Frank! Look at this!" the other said as he kicked to the wheelchair. "The kid has damn hell become a cripple! Hahaha! Easier work it can't get!" Sanji balled his fists. That damn idiot! Did he have to say it like that?

"Eh? You can't walk kiddo? Hurt your famous legs, hah? Ghashashashasha!" He kicked the blond in the shoulder and pushed him over so he was lying on his back. Not two seconds later he kissed the one foot of the blond, there sent him flying far across the deck. Sanji pulled a smirk.

"Only one leg, shit-head!"

"You damn fucking," The other bounty hunter ran towards him. Sanji moved up on his hands, pushing off with his healthy leg and with the same leg he swung around and connected it with the other mans chest. He heard the satisfying sound of something cracking inside the man's chest and smiled. But the smile soon disappeared as a sickening feeling shot out through his other leg and made his world spinning around him. Shit! He swayed on his hands but didn't want to give up as the stubborn red-head stood up again. The man grabbed around his chest and glared at the blond.

"So, you can still bite a little, huh? But for how long I wonder?"

"Till now!" the other ex-marines voice suddenly sounded. Damn it! He had forgotten all about him. Sanji turned around on his hands to look back, just in time to see the man move his riffle towards him and pull the trigger.

BANG!

The blond fell to the ground, he choked on a suppressing scream of pain, as he grabbed his left leg. "Shit! Damn hell…!" he gritted his teeth as the pain 'pumped' in his left foot, his fingers where trembling, barely dared to touch the bleeding wound, as he laid there, flat on his back.

The dark-haired man approached him once again, smirking down at him, he hammered the back of the riffle down hard into the bleeding foot. Sanji, not able to suppress it any longer, and screamed. The next thing he knew he had that same riffle stuck into his mouth. He widened his visible eye and stared in horror at the thing in his mouth. Frank stabbed it down even deeper, making him to winze and cough. He loaded the riffle once again and earned the blonds' complete attention.

"Listen kid," he said warningly and smiled slightly by seeing the oh-so-dangerous pirate shaking before him "as I told you before, we want some fun with you at first, before we deliver you to the Headquarters. Chehehe! You get what I mean, when I say fun?" If possible, Sanji widened his eye even more as he saw the other bounty hunter lay down his weapon and began opening his belt. Oh damn hell…!

"Khoo, phea –gargl- pfews gont… ghoh, gont…! Aargh!" He coughed again as the riffle hit the entrance to his throat.

"You just lay all still, pirate, or I might 'accidently' pull the trigger here, or…" he looked over towards the sleeping form of the other teen, where one of his other men now was standing at. Sanji heard a click sound and looked as far back as he could to see another man pointing a gun towards Oliver's head "we might 'accidently' kill your little friend over there… get what I'm saying, pirate?" The blond swallowed the best he could and nodded slowly. "Good, now, don't move, don't scream, don't do anything! If you do, you know what will happen! Got that?" He nodded again, slowly, as a tear released from his eye. He let go of his leg, and laid flat on his back, readying himself for what to come.

The redhead tore the belt off him and literally ripped his pants down. Sanji winced at the demonstration, as it sent jolts down in his wounded foot. He wanted to ball his fists, but making one movement, he knew what was going to happen. Damn fucking shit!

"Ghurr, auch… my head hurts," Oliver grumbled as he slowly woke up. He moved his hand up to his head and hissed at the pain. As far as he knew he hadn't been into any fights, nor been drinking any of William's beers or been hit by Anna… or had he? Damn it, where was he, anyway? He cracked an eye open and looked to his left… he didn't recognize this ship at all. Last he remembered, he wasn't even on a ship. He looked to his right and blinked… then suddenly his eyes widened in horror as he saw a blond lying on the deck with a riffle stuck into his mouth and with a red-haired man ripping his clothes off. Nicki?! No, wait… it wasn't him… it was… "S-SANJI?!"

The men before him froze in an instant and looked back at him. Even Sanji moved his head slowly to look at him, even though he tried to suppress it, even though he forced his anger forth, he could see it, the fear, the horror, that single tear threatening to release.

"Hey hey, kid! You just stay still!" A voice spoke to him right beside him as he made a movement to stand up. He turned around and stared directly into the barrel of a gun.

"Iieaigs!" there was the sound of a choke and a cough. Oliver froze in an instant and looked from the gun to the man holding it, and to the two others who was about to… with Sanji, who had a gun pressed down his throat.

"Hehehe, yeah, that's right kid, just stay still and nothing will happen to you," the man before him chuckled and pushed the gun against his head. "Or to him." He said, nodding his head in the direction of the blond. The blue-blond teen heard the other two laughs as well, and from the corner of his eyes he saw the redhead grab the blonds' legs and force them to each side.

Sanji let out a shriek and then heard a click echoing in his ears. He froze at once. "Remember what I said, Blondie!" It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Hey!" the other before Oliver bellowed, and pulled on a smirk. "Remember that it's my turn after Marko to fuck the Blondi-" Suddenly he was cut off and the others looked up in time to see a grey wolf attack their companion. The man screamed up in horror and pain as the wolf bit and scratched him violently.

"What the hell?!" Frank suddenly breathed out, and soon was cut off as well as a sword cut his throat open. The man fell to the floor right beside the blond pirate, dead! Sanji widened his eye and tried to pull away from the dead man, but the other redhead was still holding his legs.

"T-The hell is going on here?" Marko roared up, but soon silenced as the blade of a bloodied sword were shown to his face.

"You make one wrong move, ex-marine, you'll end up like your pal here," A deep dreadful voice suddenly spoke. Marko nodded quickly as his whole body started to shake. Sanji looked up at the one holding the deadly blade and looked up at the face of the first mate. His eyes were darkened in pure hatreds and anger; the look could even send the devil on the run… Sanji had never seen their swordsman this angry before, and that was saying something. He wasn't kidding when he warned the man about making any unnecessary movements. Even the blond could feel the distant shiver of fear by the sense of the mere aura from the man, which almost could choke you happened to be in his 'dark zone'.

Zoro stared directly into the redheads eyes and moved the katana closer to his throat.

"Let. Go. Of. Him. Now!" he said through gritted teeth, the man did at once as he was told, and hurried to pull away from the psychopathic swordsman. But the swordsman was fast and was soon in front of him again and stabbed the katana down in the deck… only two inches away from the man's manhood. The ex-marine paled at once. "If you ever have had your fucking dick into his ass, I would damn hell had gonna cut it off!" every word was spoken with venom dripping off it.

The pathetic bounty hunter was trembling all over his body, and then he shook his head. "I-I-I d-d-didn't had, I-I mean I didn't d-do-"

"Sanji?" the blond looked up at the sudden question after him, but Zoro never looked at him, his deadly stare was on the man before him. "Did he ever touch you down there?"

"Wha-?"

"Did his dick ever come inside you? Did it touch you?" Zoro raised his voice for every sentence. He tilted the sword slightly closer to the man's 'holy place' and turned his head around to look at Sanji. Sanji himself was taken aback by the mixed feelings of hurt, hatreds, worries and anger in the swordsman's eyes… he had never seen Zoro like this before… ever! Sanji shook his head slowly.

"N-no, he never made it," compared to the first mate's voice, his own voice almost sounded like a whisper.

Zoro nodded understandable and pulled the sword back as he looked at the trembling redhead again. "You just be glad that he's speaking the truth, dick-head!" he said as he sheathed his blade. "Get your clothes back on and get the hell out of here!"

The ex-marine nodded hysterical and turned around to pull his pants back on and scrambled away from them. Zoro looked back as he heard the blond moan and saw him holding protectively around his bleeding foot. "Sanji…?"

"ZORO BEHIND YOU!" Oliver suddenly screamed up and pointed.

Marko roared up and pointed the riffle belonging to Frank at the swordsman. "You damn filthy PIRATES!"

The first mate turned around and pulled his katana immediately as he jumped towards the ex-marine.

"ZORO!"

BANG!

To be continued

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Nille: Aaaand End of Chapter thirteen!

Usopp: Wow! You're evil!

Nille: My, thank you –smiling-

Usopp: -sweat drops- that wasn't a compliment… baka…

Nami: -claps in hands- I really like the ending of it!

Usopp: You really hate Zoro, don't you?

Nami: Nooo, how would you ever think something like that?

Usopp: -sweat drops even more- …no comment…

Zoro: Witch!

Nami: 5000 berries!

Zoro: wha-WHAT?!

Nami: You just insulted me!

Zoro: And what the hell do you think you just did?! HUH?!

Nami: Aaaw~, poor little Zowo-chwan got his twipzy wipzy feelings huuurt!

Zoro: Huh?!

Nille: -sigh- I think she just insulted you again, Zowo-chwan…!

Zoro: -(for a really good reason I will safe you for the upcoming, brutal fight… thank you for your understanding…^o^)- damn fucking witches! –stomps away- Review & Review and I'll let them live a bit longer –grumbles-

Usopp: Auuch~! –rubs head- What have I done?

Nille: -little happy soul flies away~!-

Usopp: UAAARGH! NILLE! STAY HERE! PLEEEAAASEE!

Nami: -mumbles- 300.000 berries… at least!

Usopp: NAMI! THINK ABOUT YOUR NAKAMA FOR ONCE!