Rewritten!
AN: Aaaand I'm back again ^^ Once again thank you all so much for all your reviews! It always makes me wanna keep writing^^ Thanks for your patience and your understanding, it makes me so happy to have such understandable readers. Hopes you all had a good Easter!
Answers on reviews from chapter fifteen:
dalia76: And now it's Sunday again! ^o^ Aw, really? Hehe, well, thank you so much, m'glad to hear that –big smile- I've been a bit worried about how you would take the characters, but I'm really happy to know, that you think they're THAT good ^^ thank you so much! –hugs you-
IzzyIzMyRoleModel: -claps in hands- Happy Birthday, Courtney! Hope you had a wonderful day last Monday ^o^ and I hope you got what you wished for –big smile- So, was the movie good? Honest to be told, I haven't watched the first one yet –please don't hit me! .,,- not because I wasn't interested or such… dunno, I just didn't get in and watched it Eh-hehe- ^o^; But I just hope you had a good time^^
grace121: Shishishi! You're welcome! Yeah, it's a bad thing what Oliver have gotten himself into; he hate betraying his friends, and would never let them down… but here he has nothing to do than chost between pest or cholera; he have to betray his friends so he can safe a friend… think they others would have done the same.
Daschel: Yeah, sadly he is…
The scene from the beginning have been there… it was when Sanji woke up in that run-down apartment ^^; But don't worry; I won't disappoint you XD
zoroVsanji: Haha, yeah, I will. Oi, Luffy? Come over here for a sec.-ruffles Luffy's hair-
Luffy: Shishishi! Why'd you do that for?
Nille: Khihi! Francesca asked me to do it^^
Luffy: Oh, okay!
Nille: Oh and then we got a batch of fairy-cakes as well! Ah, a question, Robin-san, from Francesca.
Robin: Yes, Author-san?
Nille: what do you think about Sanji?
Robin: -thinking- Hmm… I think that Cook-san is an excellent chef, and a good nakama, though he got his… 'times' –giggles-. He's one to trust on, even if you're not a woman, then he'll give his life to safe you. I would mean that Cook-san is a nice man.
Sanji: Oh Robin-chwaan~! You're such a wonderful angel! –Twirls around the smiling archaeologis with hearts swirling around himt- And I love you too, dearest Francesca-chwaan!
PiratesLife4Me02: Ah! Really? Sugoi! XD Domo arigatou! XD
Michi-chi: Ne, one can never know ^,^ I can only say that Oliver is in a really deep shit!^^
Pisaj-Elf: Don't worry, the answer (or a little part of it) you'll get right here and now in this chappie! *^o^*
ano~miss: No he wouldn't, and it's about to get much worse than before, as time goes by. And don't worry; more snuggling will come! ^o^ Ah! More songs? Great! Thank you so much! –hugs you- I love you so much! XDD
I can't thank Jessica (Cloud-Ima) too many times, for the help of beta-reading yet another chapter of my story^^ Jessica? Thank you so much for always wanting to help me, and for using a part of you time to remove my grammatical errors, and changing it, so people can READ what I'm trying to write ^o^ -biiig smile-
Thank you!
Please enjoy your reading! ~^o^~
Taste of bittersweet Disaster
-A One Piece fan fiction
By Crystalbluefox
Love is harder than I thought,
And with you it's no easy game,
But you make my life
Look like a game.
I think that I will always love you…
But will the world allow us to?
And will the past as well,
When it returns?
16. Chapter
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Don't forget!
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The boat creaked slightly as the waves pushed against it. The sun rose behind a white carpet of mist and weakly shone through it. A storm was on its way; Chopper could smell it. He yawned slightly and rubbed his tired eyes as he toddled up to the infirmary and almost tripped over a step while walking up the stairs. He pulled himself over it and saw Zoro sitting outside the kitchen door, arms behind his neck, legs crossed, and fast asleep. He smiled slightly and pushed his own door open.
He searched through the shelves and finally found what he was looking for. Outside, on the other side of the door leading to the kitchen, he could hear pots and pans already clanking as they were used. Nicki was already up and preparing this morning's breakfast. Chopper yawned once again and cursed that blond man for being awake so early in the morning… it was summertime so it was only four o'clock in the morning; he himself was only up this early because he knew Sanji needed his medicine.
"Mm –waaau~!" He stretched his small hooves over his head as he yawned again. He opened his eyes wider and patted his head. Heh! He had been so tired that he had forgotten his hat down stairs. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water as he took the pills in a little bottle as well, and trotted up to the high bed. "Sanji," he said tiredly as he climbed up on his chair. "Sanji, it's time for…your… huh?" Chopper looked around in confusion as he found the bed empty; actually, he could even see that it hadn't even been used. "Sanji?" he called jumping down from the chair. He grabbed the glass of water and the small bottle of medicine and went out in the kitchen. "Nicki have you seen San…ji…?" The glass fell to the floor and shattered, as Chopper looked in disbelief at the person standing at the stoves. The blond man turned sharply to find the source of the noise, only to relax and pull a warm smile as he dried his hands in a towel.
"Oh, Chopper, it's you. Already up?"
"I, I came to give you your medicine. What am I talking about? Sanji, you can walk?!" Sanji's smile broke out big as he removed the cigarette from his lips and blew out a white cloud of smoke.
"Yup, or rather, so-so." He said, crushing the butt into a nearby ashtray and grabbed an arm crutch as he limped up to the baffled doctor, who stared at him in disbelief. Sanji was walking, he was limping heavily on his one leg, but beside that, the chef was up and walking again! "Ah, let me take care of tha-"
"Sanjiii!" Chopper came with such a force, that he almost made the chef fall backwards, as he sniffled into his pant leg. "I'm so glad that you're up and walking again Fhanjiii!" Said chef chuckled slightly and patted his hatless friend. He threw a quick glance at the door leading out to the deck, where he knew a certain swordsman was sleeping, and smiled an even brighter smile. His smile suddenly broke out into a yawn. Chopper looked up at him, blinking.
"Sanji, when did you last get some sleep?" he asked.
"Ah," Sanji said, forcing his other yawn to stay back, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Been up all night, training, so, none since last night?"
"SANJI!"
He chuckled. "Sorry."
Chopper pouted and handed him the bottle with pills. "Here! Take your pills and get yourself a glass of water and then GO THE HELL TO BED!" Sanji blinked in surprise.
"Huh?"
"You're maybe up and walking, but you're still my patient, and therefore you're going to do what I'm telling you!"
"Oh, come on Chopper-"
"No is a no, maybe you can walk, but push yourself too much and you'll only ruin what you've gained. Your limping is worsening just as we talk. Back in bed with you! Now!" the reindeer said and pointed back at the infirmary a bit angrily, though he actually was overjoyed to see Sanji back up, but no matter of what, the chef needed his rest to heal properly.
"Let me at least finish the breakfast?" Chopper glared up at the chef, but sighed.
"Okay, but go to bed right after, okay?" Sanji's smile could almost be compared to Luffy's, and that was saying something. Another thing Chopper realised, was, that it was the first time in a very very long time that he last had seen the chef smile at all. Sanji made a salute with the hand holding the medicine.
"Yes sir, Mr. Doctor!"
"Idiot! Stop praising me like that! M'not happy being called that, asshole!" He clapped his hooves and wiggled a little with his body.
Chopper stayed to watch over the chef as he prepared the breakfast. As time passed, a half to a full hour, the normally sturdy steps became slower, clumsier and stiff. When he was almost done, the other blond showed up and was as baffled at seeing the chef up and preparing breakfast, as Chopper had been earlier. Sanji placed the last plate on the table and barely could keep his eyes open any longer.
"Sanji, you should really go to bed now," the reindeer said in worry. Said chef blinked at him and rubbed his eye.
"Ah, I will, I just-"
"Now Sanji! Please? You can barely stand."
The blond sighed and nodded and almost stumbled over his own legs until a couple of thin but strong arms grabbed him. "You okay there?" Nicki asked worriedly. Sanji gave him a weak smile.
"Yeah, just tired, I guess."
"Hmm," Nicki said pensively. "Let me take care of the rest, I'll be in with a plate as soon as possible." Sanji smiled weakly.
"Thanks."
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
As Zoro heard the chef calling the crew in for breakfast, he let out a yawn and stretched his back. Rubbing his eyes as he stood up, he barely touched the door handle as a rubbery arm came into vision and slammed the door open into his head instead. "Ow, shit! LUFFY!" he cursed, crouching down as he rubbed his sore nose, useless to say if the raven had heard him, as he catapulted inside.
He did not need Usopp smirkingly ask him what he was searching for on the ground, and the sharpshooter scurried away, as soon as he send him a nasty glare. At entering the kitchen, after making sure the nose wasn't broken or would bleed all over the food, it was the normal Strawhat-chatter there met him. They seemed more joyful than what they had been for a very long time. He felt someone bump into his back, and looked down at Oliver with a downcast look and a mumbled apology. He grabbed his shoulder and the blue-blond kid even flinched. Now, that was odd. "Yo, you okay, kid?"
"What do you mean?" Oliver answered too quickly, only intensifying his suspicions about that something was off with him.
"You're spacing out." Zoro pointed out.
Oliver laughed drily "Oh, m'just a bit tired, had watch the whole night, because a certain SHARPSHOOTER HAD TO FORGET TO TAKE HIS SHIFT!" he intentionally said out loud in the end, said sharpshooter hid himself under the table so only the long nose could be seen, while mumbling his stream of apologies. Zoro hummed, though he had a feeling that something elsewas nagging him, but he let it drop, for now.
Sitting at the table, he looked out for the blond in the kitchen, but was only met with disappointment, when seeing it wasn't the blond he was looking for. "Where's the cook?" he asked the blond man, as he served him his plate of warm pancakes.
"Chopper helped him to bed; he'd been up all night and now he's as tired as hell," he said and was about to say something else as he was interrupted by a humming navigator.
"Mmm! Nicki! This is... this is really good!"
"Certainly it is," the raven haired lady chirped in as she took another bite.
"Ah, my lovely ladies, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am not the one who prepared the breakfast this morning," he said while he rubbed the back of his neck.
"You didn't? But who then?" Nami asked.
"Sanji was up preparing it," Chopper now said as he came out from the infirmary, drying his small hooves with a towel.
"Sanji?"
The rest of the conversation just blurred out into loud mumblings and chatting as the swordsman saw the blond looking nervously around. "Something wrong, thick-brow?"
"I can't see Anna-honey at the table. Hmm, she must be out training again then, or slee –eh, wait, what did you just call me?!"
"Where's the cook's plate?"
"Uh, over there," Nicki said, pointing at the counter where a tray with a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice sat. "But wh-"
"You take care of your 'honey' then I'll take this plate in to the shit-cook," the swordsman said, standing up to retrieve said tray. "But you better hurry; the captain is almost done with his plate, and yours is the one without a 'guard'."
"Ah! Right! Anna-honeeeyy!" the blond chirped as he hurried out the doors and soon was gone. Few seconds later, they heard someone cursing out loud, followed by a loud crash.
"Sounds like second-cook-bro found her," Franky said, chuckling with his mouth full of food.
"Wait," Nami said, pointing at the swordsman with her fork "did you just volunteer to, all by yourself without the threat of force, to bring Sanji some food?" she asked suspiciously. Zoro groaned, raging a hand through his hair.
"If I didn't, Mr. stretchy-finger here would steal it, and that shitty-cook is already annoying without the whiny part."
"Oh? I never thought of you not taking any opportunity to have an excuse for a bickering-fight."
"We don't bicker."
"We?"
Zoro glared at her. "Shut the fuck up, woman. M'not in the mood for you right now." With that settled, he ignored her Cheshire-grin and that devil-companion's snicker. Women!
No.
She-devils!
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
Sanji sighed heavily as he lay in his sickbay, one arm draped over his head, a small smile growing on his lips. Zoro had stayed up all night to help him training his walking.
And then, there was the kiss. The kisses. The touches. The affection. he felt his cheeks heating, the smile almost hurt. Even though that it was illegal and could throw them off the ship, he liked it. He liked the idea of being with someone, even if it was just these small moments of affection, it was enough to fill out the hollow feeling inside of him. He'd never thought that a man as Zoro, could hold such high feelings to someone else, then again, the way he treated his swords, the way he held them, it was with affection, with care and love. Especially that white one of his, it had history, it had memories, painful but treasured memories. A promise, a dream. That man could be as easy to read as an open book at times, but only if you knew the language to read. He'd also seen it when the swordsman was with the younger ones in the crew. The man was a totally softy, no matter how much he'd ever disagree on that point.
Sanji chuckled. Roronoa Zoro, the affectionate swordsman there could split seas and take out an army singlehandedly. A swordsman who gave a fuck to the world, and chose to be with him, of all people. He smiled, he smiled so hard that his cheeks were about to cramp. Testing a tongue, running over his lips, he remembered the feeling clearly; his lips against his, the pouring of his affection.
Someone knocked at the door.
"Yeah." he invited tiredly, his chest fluttering with the delighted feelings from the memories. It was nice, to feel like this. The door creaked open, steps entered the room, stood still, before they approached him, then, they stopped again. Sanji sat up in his bed to see who it was, but as he looked, there were no one there. He looked around and was greeted by a tray with two plates of pancakes, together with two glasses of orange juice standing at the table nearest the bed. He heaved a brow in question, and literally jumped, as a pair of warm hands suddenly sneaked around his waist, pulling him closer to the person. Sanji smirked, that bastard idiot. "You got some balls there, sneaking up on me like that, idiot." He said, turning around to face the other, but before he could get a weft of the other's face, he was met with a hungry kiss. Sanji moaned and allowed the insisting tongue into his mouth, it was rougher, more craving, almost swallowed his. A string of saliva connected to the two of them, as their lips parted and Sanji found himself almost out of breath. He chuckled, as the lips now attached to his throat, nipping the skin on its way down. "Rather impatient and straight forward, huh Marimo? Never thought of you as the impatient type." His pleasurably moan was cut short with a sharp hiss, as teeth bit hard down into his shoulder, biting even harder, until the skin broke and warm blood was trickling down from the new wound.
"Shit, m'no breakfast, cannibal-moss-head." He tried to pry the other off him, but the teeth only bit deeper as sharp nails broke his skin, digging even deeper. He let out a short scream. Fuck shit it hurt! "Zoro, you fuck-head, it freaking hurts!" He swore that those nails only were mere inches from scratching his bones. "Cut it out! Cut it out, you idiot! Zoro, stop it!"
"Not Zoro," a deep, grumbling voice suddenly spoke. Sanji froze. That voice… he knew that voice from somewhere. He looked slightly down and wasn't met by a mop of green hair, but a mop of red hair. The man looked up at him and smiled that horrible sadistic smile of his.
"No shi-!" He was pressed back towards the wall, as he tried to escape, the angle awkward and so far aside, that Sanji stretched a sore muscle and hit his head hard against the Adamwood, making him seeing stars for a second or two. A rough tongue ran over the wound caused on his throat, it reminded him of a cat licking up the last of the cream in its bowl, or a tiger feasting on its prey, it scraped like sandpaper as it cleared off the blood, making the skin around the wound sore and painful. He was trembling, the familiar fear that he so carefully have tried to lock away, was growing. He tried to push the man off him, to get free, elbow him, knee him, but whatever he hit, it was nothing but hardened muscles and deadweight pressing him down, immobilising him from making any escape at all, eyes that should have belonged to a feline stared hungrily at him. Blood red sharp teeth was gleamed as lips pulled up into a wide smile.
"Missed me, little fuck-doll?"
"NOOOO!" Sanji scrambled as far back on his bed until he hit the other wall, square behind him, and panted hard as he stared horrified straight out into the empty room. A dream? Heart was speeding at a hundred miles per hour, he was trembling and sweating.
"Cook, you okay?" he looked bewildered around until his eyes landed on a certain grass-head. Zoro looked surprised at the blond, who sat almost glued up to the wall and looked like he just had seen a ghost, and maybe he had. Closing the door after him, the swordsman placed a tray on the table and looked back at him. Sanji was trembling like a leaf in a raging wind, it was pathetic, but he couldn't help himself from whimpering and his visible eye threatened to spill over with tears. Maybe he had seen something alike a ghost? The dream had felt freaking real after all.
"Zo…Zoro…" His voice was thick, desperate, longing for the other to come nearer, to hold him and make sure that this was real, that this was not a tricky dream, where he would wake up in that same room back then, half naked, sometimes completely naked, ready to be taken advantage of at their wish.
He needed something to calm himself with. He needed something so he didn't look this ravelled before the swordsman or any of the others. He needed something to forget those bad dreams and memories, something to calm his nerves that not even his cigarette could dwell any longer.
He needed it.
He needed his drug to compose himself.
Making sure the door really was closed, the swordsman came closer, the bed dipping as he sat down next to him, wrapping his arms around his trembling shoulders, holding him close, and then, as he hushed him, rocking him back and forth, Sanji couldn't hold it back any longer and freaking cried his heart out. It was like a river there couldn't stop, a burst out through the broken causeway. Zoro held him, if possible, even closer, holding him tight and pressed his head against his broad chest, as Sanji just couldn't stop himself. Hand running caringly through his hair, comfortingly, at any other day Sanji would have made fun of him for actually being this soft, this caring, only because he never thought that it would be possible, but well, he had seen him comfort Chopper at those nights where the kid had a nightmare or was sad. Now, he just welcomed this side of the swordsman with open arms, quite literally, as he wrapped his own arms around the other. "Easy now." The swordsman calmed "He's not here, he won't get you, I promise. I promise he won't get you here."
Sanji let out a shuddering breath, trying to compose himself as he spoke, fucking it up completely. The swordsman buried his nose into his neck and kissed him softly. Sanji froze. It was the exact same spot as that fucking Hunter had bit him in his too real dream.
"Cook?" the swordsman questioned, apparently he had said something else, because he was looking worried at him now. 'Shit, pull yourself together already, Sanji.'
"Sorry." He said, forcing himself to relax and compose himself, he felt mentally drained. He needed it, he really fucking needed it, but he had to stay strong, Zoro, of all people, couldn't know.
"Was it that bad?" Sanji nodded. They sat like this for a moment, arm in arm, body against body. Zoro halted for a moment, for some reason stared at his shoulder, as if to make sure whatever he was, was correct, before pushing him away.
"Oi, what are you-"
"You're bleeding!" he stated. Sanji frowned, taking up his hand to try to find the source of it.
"What? Where?" The swordsman took his hand, bringing it to his shoulder, frown deepening as he felt the wetness on his shirt. "What the-?" he popped a couple of buttons up before sliding his hand underneath the fabric, as his fingers found the source, felt the jagged marking of the bleeding wound, he froze.
Oh no… oh God no… by Roger… don't tell it's...
"Hey! You o-"
"M-marimo…?" Sanji looked up at him, his lips quivering and his hands trembled dramatically. The swordsman looked confused at him, until something dawned on him.
"You don't mean…? Fuck! Stay here! Don't move!" he ordered him. Sanji nodded as the swordsman jumped up from the bed, running outside, calling everyone to attention out on deck. People scrambled out from the kitchen. Sanji pulled his legs close up, shivering hands grabbed tight at his hair as he stared horrified before him. It hadn't been a dream. He could feel it build up, feel it waking up, the fear that he so well had tried to drown, the familiar fear that that man had torn out of him. He began rocking back and forth, tried controlling his breathing. He hated it, he hated to be this scared, he hated to feel this vulnerable. It wasn't a dream, all real… the mark on his shoulder said so. The fresh bleeding bite mark, there didn't come from any human teeth.
But how the heck could it happen? And when? Shit, his head was starting to hurt.
And he needed it, oh by Roger he needed it more than anything now.
"What's going on, Zoro?" he heard Luffy ask around a mouthful of his breakfast.
"What's all this commotion about?" An annoyed Nami-swan groused.
Sanji felt like he was about to lose it. He needed his fix, he couldn't take it any longer, he needed to compose himself, he had waited long enough, for far too long, he needed it fast and he needed it now! Trembling hands moved down underneath the madras, inside the little hole he had cut in it and pulled it out. He still had a lot of the powder form, but it was for only clouding his mind a little and still be able to know what was happening around himself, but for now, it wouldn't be enough. He needed the big dive, the high jump, the intense kick. He took out the spoon, burned at its underside already, he'd only used it twice, or was it trice already? Fumbling for his lighter, he took off his belt at the same time with only one hand, stupid thing wouldn't really let go. God damn shit! Ah! Finally! The chunk wasn't bigger than a one quarter of a pistachio nut, shit shit shit! He didn't have much left! He dropped the chunk onto the spoon fumbling with his lighter to melt it, added a bit saliva since he didn't have any clean water in the near of him. They promised that this would be better, that this was when he really needed a hard kick, he had taken it, just in case. As it finally got its liquored form, thankfully this was a fast melting drug, balancing the spoon in one hand, he found the hidden syringe and the needle. He didn't have time to find a new sharper needle, he needed it badly, freaking fucking badly or he would shrivel into pieces. Preparing the needle was a hell, he barely could hold his hands still, put even so managed to fill the cooling fluid into the syringe. Throwing the spoon aside, he tapped the side of the syringe with his index finger and pulled his arm out of his shirt, removing his belt, he tightened it instead around his upper arm, so hard, until the large vein was visible enough. Biting in the belt he held it there, as he arranging the needle, he didn't waste another second and jabbed it in, piercing the skin and vein perfectly in one go, and emptying the poison into his bloodstreams. Barely squeezing the rest of what was left in the syringe, he could already feel it kick in. pushing the last of it out into the bloodstreams, he just so managed to pull the needle out, putting it carelessly into the little box it had been in, pushing it underneath the madras and loosening the belt, before his coordinates wouldn't allow him to, as he fell heavily back against the wall, slowly sliding onto the pillows as his mind drifted off to cloud nine.
It was heavenly. Breathing became a bit hard though, his heart pounding a bit slower but harder, but he honestly didn't care shit about it, he didn't care shit about anything, only to stay here and enjoy this wonderful blissful kick in Wonderland. To enjoy the peace, the nothingness. Was he awake or asleep? He didn't care, he didn't fucking care, barely noticing as his lips pulled up to a satisfied drunken smile.
He didn't care shit about anything.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
"We've been searching everywhere now, Zoro, but we can't even see the shadow of him," Usopp gasped as they all gathered, after searching around the ship for almost an hour. "You sure it wasn't one of Sanji's drea-"
"I'm damn well sure that he wouldn't get a bleeding wound while sleeping, you idiot!" The sharpshooter scrambled away with a yelp under the deadly gaze of the swordsman and hid himself behind the large shipwright.
"He might have run away," Robin now said.
"How can you be so sure?" the navigator asked. The raven showed her hand in which she was holding a thick rope with a larger hook on the end.
"I found this further down the deck," she pointed out, "while we searched for him. It looks like that he has cut the line and hurried off in a smaller but faster boat."
"Seems so," Anna said, as she looked out at the ocean.
"And it still smells like wet cat around this place," Nicki said disgusted "Wet cat and blood, urgh!"
Oliver looked at his friends and gnawed nervously on his lips, frowning deeply, clearly troubled and in deep thoughts.
"So?"
"Huh?" Oliver looked surprised up at his blond friend.
"I said where do you think he might be? There's no sign of any ship as far as the eye can see." Nicki repeated, while gnawing on an unlit cigarette.
"I dunno. It's hard to tell." Both Zoro and Anna looked suspiciously at him, it made him move nervously on his feet. There was something off with him all right, but what? None of them said anything about it, but both began keeping a closer eye at their little 'friend', just in case.
-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—
"So, now you two are having watch at the same time?" Sanji asked as he stretched his arms far above his head. He was feeling pretty relaxed and laid back, and it came almost noticeable out when he was speaking. Surprisingly he had a nice nap, no nightmares and such, thanks to the drug. Thankfully no one had discovered anything out of the ordinary, beside they said that he was starting to act more like himself again, perhaps a bit more laid back, but, as his situation was in the moment, it was hard to tell what was normal with him at the moment, that's what Chopper had said, and Sanji didn't make any objection against it. An alibi was always good. Chopper nodded as he took another herb and cut it into smaller pieces and mixed it with the other herbs he had in a small bowl and smashed them together.
"Uh huh. Nami said that until everything is safe again, we'll be two on watch, just in case he should return."
"I almost feel like a prisoner," Sanji sighed deeply, cursing his luck somewhat, that meant that he had to be extra careful, especially with the doctor and the first mate in the near. The others he was pretty sure he could fool around with making them believe that he's "only taking his medicine".
"I don't think that they'll normally let prisoners walk around as they wish to," Zoro added and yawned. "You can be wherever you want to as long as one of us is by your side."
"I'm damn well not letting any of you be in the same room as me when I have to either piss or shit!" the chef growled. The swordsman chuckled as he propped his arms behind his head and crossed his legs.
"The way you can put the words, cook."
"I'm damn serious about that!"
"Hm," Zoro just said and closed his eyes.
"Oi," Sanji said after Chopper had take off to find Usopp, for some reason he didn't know or care about. "You still awake?"
"What make you think that I was sleeping in the first place?" the first mate mumbled under his breath.
"Well, closing your eyes and then snoring out loud is a pretty clear sign on that you have been sleeping." Zoro mumbled something and turned his head away, still not opening his eyes. A few moments later he heard someone shifting in the bed and sliding down to the floor. He cracked an eye open and looked at the blond.
"Oi, where you think you're going?" he asked, as the cook took his arm crutch and stood up.
"Well, if you don't want me to pee in the bed, then I'm heading up to the bathroom!" Sanji said sarcastically.
"Oh, m'coming," he yawned and stood up while stretching his back.
"Oh, thank you, it's always nice to have a guard following you."
"Shut it cook and move!" the swordsman grumbled and propped his hands deep into his pockets, while he followed a chuckling cook up to the bathroom. As they reached the door, Sanji stopped and put a hand up in his face. Zoro glared at him.
"I told you, I don't need anyone to watch me while I'm doing my stuff."
"You know, that could actually have sound like something el-"
"Yeah, thanks I just realised that!" the blond grumbled and opened the door. "Now, be a good dog and stay out here, then you might get a treat when we get back."
"I'M NOT YOUR DOG, SHIT-COOK!" Zoro roared as Sanji closed the door, giggling as hell. He stepped across the large bathroom, cursing at his limping leg. He laid a hand on the doorknob and suddenly stopped for a moment to listen. He was damn sure about that he just had heard something, or perhaps he was just getting a bit too paranoid. He shrugged it off and opened the door into the small toilet. Leaning the arm crutch up against the sink, he opened the zipper of his pants and finally relieved himself. God, it was wonderful to finally could piss like a man, instead of sitting down and doing it like a woman. He finished quickly to wash his hands, as he dried them off the towel, he was this time certain of that he had heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the toilet door. He sighed irritatingly and grumbled.
"Oi, shit-head! I told you that I can do it myself!" No answers, only the sound of heavy steps getting closer to his door. "Hey Zoro, are you listening? I don't need you to hold my thing, damn it!" Still no answers, only the sound of those damn slowly, heavy steps sliding across the floor. Sanji looked at the door and heaved a brow; this was getting a bit too weird. "Okay, moss-head, this isn't funny anymore!" The steps suddenly stopped. Damn it, that ass-head, he really knew how to get on your nerves, damn impatient moss. He'd planned to hide some of his stuff out here, but, looking again around the smaller room, he was worried about it would be found pretty fast. Dang it.
Growling annoyingly, Sanji grabbed his arm crutch, ready to bang the idiot's head in, as he tore the door open. "Look, mosshead, I'm in no mood for this shit, this isn't fun-?!" A hand shot forward in such a speed, that Sanji could do nothing but to back in, the hand clamped over his mouth and slammed him back against the wall. He yelped in pain as his back hit a sharp edge.
"Oh, but I think that this'd be quite… fun."Sanji froze and stared horrified into the dark gaze of the person right before him. Red hair shone in the weak light of the sun as the man chuckled at him. Sanji grabbed tighter around his arm crutch and swung it into the stomach of the other, perfectly souring a rib, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to get the other to back down. Even though that he attacked again, Hunter grabbed his petty excuse of a weapon and flung it aside. Sanji tried to wrestle himself free instead, but was only paid with an uppercut to his gut and that freaking hurt. "I see that the fight is returning back into you?" Hunter whispered into his ear, as Sanji coughed and tried to catch his breathing with trouble. He could literally feel the smirk growing. "Good, that is really good, makes it all a lot more fun." The back of a hand brushed his cheek, as he moved to pull away from it, Hunter only chuckled. "Your pulse is heightening, am I right?" he whispered to him as his fingers ran through Sanji's hair. "I can hear it rising, I can hear your slow heart beating faster, almost like in a polka-dance. Are you scared, my little toy?" He showed him rows of perfect pearl white teeth, before leaning closer and sniffing to the new bandages around his neck. Sanji flinched to pull away, as a tongue stuck out and licked at said place. "Was that braveness only a temporarily façade? Now, that was pretty poor."
Sanji shouted into the large hand covering his mouth, as he suddenly was pulled up by his hair until he was at eyelevel with the other man, his toes barely brushed the floor. "You know, it's been quite lonely without you to play with, my little kitten." The tongue played over the sweat covered skin as he was pressed hard up against the wall, not even the drug was enough to calm his nerves any longer, there was skyrocketing. The hand removed from his mouth, and in an instant it was replaced by a hungry mouth. Sanji screamed into the brutal kiss, as he fought to get free. As the tongue forced its way inside of his mouth, he bit down hard, almost close to bit right through the slick meat. Hunter cried out loud and Sanji used the momentum to deliver a perfectly sharp knee right into the bastard's groin, too bad that he couldn't hit any lower. Sanji pulled a satisfied smile and was about to tear himself free from the loosening grip in his hair, as a hard blow suddenly hit him right in his abdomen as well. It was a perfect blow there knocked all the air out of his lungs. The head was smashed into the wall as a fist hammered into the side of his head. Hunters grip in his hair tightened once again, though this time Sanji swore that hair was going to torn out of his scalp. Hunter chuckled in satisfaction. "And there was the fight again, wonderful." Hunter hummed as he looked straight into his eye. "I wonder," he said, forcing his eyelid more open. Sanji hissed as his head was pulled back, he grabbed the hand forcing his eye to open wide, tried to pry it off him, though with no such luck. Hunter's smile, if possible, widened even further at what he saw. "Your pupils are large, even in this sharp light. Look," he forced his head to the side so that he was staring right into the sharp light of the lamp at the wall "It doesn't contract, it's still, large, as if you were standing in a dark room, or," he leaned in closer and whispered "as if you were high on something, am I correct, little joytoy?"
"Let the hell go-!" Oh god, his scalp was about to loosen from his cranium if Hunter pulled his hair any more than what he did.
"That's where the fight comes from, your heart is racing, but your mind is not quite following up on the situation, am I correct? Well then," a hand was suddenly searching through his clothes, his pockets and, damn, he found it. "Now, what do we have here? Whad'ya know? I was right?"
"Fucking shithead! Let the fuck go of me, you fuckard!" Hunter tusked at him.
"Such words, such words coming from your mouth." He said, while he placed the flat portmone on the sink and opened it to reveal its content; a syringe, a new spoon, some cotton wool, some morphine and that other stuff there gave him the high kick earlier, that was still somewhat working enough for him not to have a panic attack right here and now. With ease, Hunter prepared the drug with almost expert ease using only one hand and got his own lighter out to warm up the content, holding the spoon with his mouth. Sanji tried to claw his way free, tried to kick him again, do something while his eye was fixed on the melting chunk, because he had a horrible feeling about this. "Seems like you got a bit addicted since you visited us, huh kid?" Hunter said, getting the syringe as the chunk now was fully liquefied, he smiled at him as he pulled the still warm content up, his eyes was, as always, if not more, crazed "It was good stuff, wasn't it?" he said, nodding to himself. "But if you want this stuff so badly," Sanji was trashing in his hold now, not wanting to get a freaking overdose, but it didn't matter for Hunter, who threw him into the wall right beside the sink and forced his head to the side "you should have it!" He plummeted the syringe right into his neck, breaking skin to access the large vein and didn't hesitate to inject it all out immediately.
Sanji screamed. He thought that he would be suffocated as the burning content entered his bloodstreams, that his whole being would burn up. Hunters mouth was on his before any more sounds could break out, as he emptied the last drops. There was a small pause, before it all came as a rush, overwhelming him so much, that he didn't even noticed as the syringe was removed and laid aside. He barely noticed as the lips started moving against his. But he did notice how his mind slowly was shutting down alongside his body, how every connection to every nerves slowly shut down, how dangerously slow his heart began to beat, how he actually had to fight to keep breathing, and that was enough hard on itself, when having another one's tongue down his throat. Hunter didn't even have to hold him any longer, if only to hold him steady.
"See? Much better." Hunter breathed before diving back in again, raping his mouth in any sense of the word. The world was swimming in and out of focus, Sanji had to really concentrate to even remember who was standing before him. His zipper was suddenly open and his belt removed. A hand came inside his pants and started rubbing against him, nails was scraping against the skin, he was getting aroused, but that was alright, wasn't it? The skilled hand there was masturbating him was getting faster, rougher, Sanji moaned into that hungry mouth, his whole body was on fire, his lungs was drowning and his heart choking. He didn't even know if he wanted more or wanted it to stop, it felt both horrible and good. The mouth left his and Sanji was gasping for air as the mouth went to bite down on his shoulder. Sanji hissed as he stared up at the ceiling, there was swimming in and out of focus. "You still tastes good," the man before him said, while still working him up into oblivion. Was it Zoro? No, the muscled body was there, but this person was taller and the voice was off, familiar in a horrible way. The hair flaming red. "You're making me hungry here kiddo, I want to fuck you so bad until you'll scream your lungs raw."
Something was off, something was really off, but Sanji could barely remember anymore. No, something wasn't only off, something was wrong. It was wrong to have any sexual contact with a male, it was wrong that his mind was so much out of focus and it was wrong everything about this person, because this person, this person was someone he didn't like, wasn't he? Yeah, yeah he was certain of that. He heard the distant sound of a belt opening before a zipper came down. He was thrown over the toilet, hitting his head slightly on porcelain and then, it dawned on him. All this was wrong, not only because it was a man about to stick his dick inside of him, probably, but because it was him. Hunter. As the realisation send the horrible message to the brain, it took some more time before the brain passed the message on to his body and out to his limbs. At the contact of his crotch against his naked ass, Sanji flinched and tried to pull away. Hunter was chuckling merely to himself, apparently enjoying all of this way too much. Sanji tried again, managed to bend his knee enough, twisted his hips enough, before sending the heel of his shoe straight up to his crotch. Hunter was down immediately and just as fast Sanji was up, fighting to pull his pants back over his hips, while he tried to coordinate his body and mind to get the hell out of here – oh god, and he had liked that just a moment ago.
Holding his pants, he jumped over the form on the floor, managed to fling the door open into the bathroom, but didn't get further than three or four steps into the room, before his leg was caught and he was pulled to the floor, and then, the panic rose. He tried to pull away, his nails scraping against the tiled floor as he tried to pull himself away, but only felt the grip getting tighter around his foot.
"You damn whore!" Hunter cursed as he pulled him back. Sanji kicked wildly back with his free leg, trying to crush the man's face, but his fucking coordinates was freaking fucked up by the drug and his mind was still too drowsy to figure out what a fucking straight line was. Sanji did the only thing he at least could remember to do, he screamed.
"ZORO! ZORO, HELP ME! GOD DAMN IT, HELP ME ZORO!" he cried, panicking as he still tried to pull himself forward. He heard someone jiggle in the handle and banged against the door.
"Oi, cook! What's going on in there? Why the hell is the door locked?"
"ZO-MMMM-NNNGH!" His heart should be hammering like mad in his chest, yet, instead it was beating so slow that he almost feared a heart attack arise soon. The room around him was still blurring in and out of focus, it was making him sick to move around so much, and it took him a war to keep his concentration on his main goal here; to get the hell away from him. It took him some time more to realise why no more words were leaving his mouth, he gasped to breathe, his lungs were constricting to begin with, and then he realised that it was a towel bound over his mouth there stopped him from screaming. He scratched at the clothes and tried to pull it off, but as he did, it only became tighter. He cried and hiccupped. He didn't want to, he didn't want this, fucking body move already and fight! His hands were grabbed in a tight grasp and forced behind his back and bound together with his own tie. Whenever that had been pulled off him, he had no idea. Suddenly he was flicked over on his back, so he could face his nightmare again and Hunter leaned dangerously close to his face. Sanji kept on fighting to get loose, but as soon as he felt a strong hand grab his manhood again, he became utterly still.
"That's it, good boy~," the man chuckled and looked up at the door before him, as it creaked under the hard beatings of the swordsman who was throwing himself into it from the other side to force the door open.
"SANJIII!"
"Looks like your little boyfriend is calling for you, my little whore." Hunter chuckled as he ran a hand along his face, his smile widened. "What's this? You crying, bitch? You scared now? Is it all dawning in your petty little excuse of a drugged mind?" his pants were pulled down once again, his legs both forced up as Hunter moved behind him, pressing his knees all the way down to his chest. Shit it hurt! Especially since his ligaments hasn't been trained to stretch that far in a long time. "No looking away, kid," Hunter said and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look straight at him. He could feel his large dick pricking at his entrance "because now comes the fun part!"
Sanji shook his head violently and screamed as he felt him enter, forcing his way inside of him. Sanji jolted and somehow got a good kick in his face, it was enough to surprise him, so Sanji kicked him again and again, harder for each time, ignoring the pain in his lower parts. One final kick was hard enough to get him off him and Sanji scrambled to the door, throwing himself at it. Fuck, he couldn't remember which way the door opened, but what the heck could he do, other than throw himself at it?
"Sanji! Sanji, are you alright? Answer me!" the swordsman called as he rustled the door handle while throwing himself at the door, and Sanji answered the best way he could. He screamed as loud as he could, while throwing himself at the door, once taking a step too far so he instead smashed right into the doorframe instead. Shit fucking shit it hurt! Stupid fucking drugged dull bloody mind! He shrieked as he was pulled violently to the floor again, a knee bore into his back and then the sharp edge of a knife threatened to cut his throat. He froze immediately.
"Behave, kid, or it'll get really nasty, for you. You want that?" Hunter pointed the knife at the door. "You want that to him? Answer!" he demanded, pressing the knife against his throat enough to draw blood. Sanji shook his head carefully, without getting cut even deeper. "Now tell him to back off," his legs were once again pressed up against his chest, Hunter was about to positioning himself once again. Sanji could cry, and, apparently, he did just that. No matter what he tried, this would, under any circumstances going to happen. As the towel disappeared from his mouth, Hunter was once again inside of him with one hard thrust, pulling a hiss out of him. "Now, tell him." He gulped at another hard thrust. The tears felt cold against his burning skin.
"B-back off, marimo! Don't get in, damn it!" he groaned out, doing as hell as fuck what he could to not make too much sounds as he was being, well, fucked. The torment on the door stopped, before;
"Cook! What's going on in there?" it was as if something dawned "Is it him?"
"Just… back off already, damn shit!" he hissed sharply as Hunter speed up and, fuck, he could feel it grow inside of him as the man changed form and turned into part man and part tiger, the sharp teeth gleamed down at him, before they attached to his shoulder, biting deep. He wanted to, just close his eyes and give in to the drug there was pressing on to take fully control. He wanted to, just, forget, and, damn shit! Have this to end. It was painful as hell and embarrassing in on itself, knowing that one of his comrades stood just outside the door, he knew that Zoro wasn't stupid, that he knew that something was off, he knew that he was there for sure, and dammit, for the first time, he really didn't want him to bark in, to just, go away for now. If he saw him like this, Sanji wouldn't know if he could live through with it. Plague or cholera, the one thing was just as bad as the other.
But as it was, fate wouldn't have it any other way.
Fate was a bitch at times.
The door burst open just in time as Hunter clawed down in his back and tore the nails or claws down along it, rip open almost ten long wounds. Sanji screamed, all the pain too unbearable and suddenly, in his weary sight, he saw Zoro stand there, all wide eyed and staring, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sanji could cry, even more, especially in shame. Having the marimo looking at him in a state like this, it… broke parts off inside of him. Hunter, on the other hand, was enjoying this and slammed harder inside of him, embarrassing him even further by pulling clipped moans out of him, and Sanji just wanted to die then and there.
Then he felt the twitch, felt the gun empty inside of him, filling him too much up till he thought he would burst and then the weight was off him. He barely noticed Zoro with both of his katanas out, charging at the human tiger, roaring like a beast. It felt like hours had passed, though it might just have been seconds, eventually he found himself drag his used body to a corner and pressed at close up to it as possible, back against it so he could face whatever there would come, he didn't even bother to pull back up his pants, maybe he didn't even remember it, honestly he was beyond the point to even care for anything anymore. His arms hurts, his wrist still bound together behind his back felt as if the tie had cut right through to the bones. He felt it rum out of his ass, felt the cum run down his buttock and onto the floor and he wished for that the overdose just soon would overwork his systems enough to shut it all down. He didn't want this anymore. He'd had more than enough.
There was a hand on his shoulder. Sanji flinched and pulled away, he was trembling, his eyes felt raw and his mind was a mess. It took him, maybe way too long, to recognize who was kneeling before him, the katanas at his hip was a dead giveaway… if you had a brain there would function in normal speed.
"Sanji," his voice sounded almost soft, almost on the edge to break. His hands was free, his arms hurt he lazily realised. Sanji tried to moisture up and answer, but somehow he couldn't or almost, he didn't really care. Something blurred before his vision, it was Zoro's hand waving at him, why the fuck did he wave at him? Tired, he felt so freaking tired all of a sudden, as if he hadn't slept for months in a row, and that sweet sleep was tempting him. Zoro called again, shaking his wounded shoulder this time, his head lolled by the motion and the man sounded panicked. He would almost had laughed at him, it was rare, if even possible, that something could rile up the swordsman. He groaned as the swordsman shook him harder. Fucking bastard, just let him sleep, damn it. Zoro seemed to visibly relax, if just a little. Then he felt a hiccup pull through his body and it soon dawned on him that he was crying, not just a little, hell he was crying a river.
He was in the other man's arms not long after, arms carefully embracing him in a hug, as he felt the texture underneath his chin getting wet.
"Fuck it all," he barely noticed himself croaking out. "Just…to hell, with it all."
He didn't remember if he said anything else after that, he didn't remember what the other said, he barely remembered getting his pants pulled up and was moved up into the arms of the swordsman. His memories of what just had happened was cloudy, a gust of something he wasn't even sure had happened, or was a too lively dream, a hellish nightmare.
Sanji lost consciousness not long after, or maybe it was? He wasn't sure. Everything was a fog in his mind, his head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton wool. He was falling in and out of consciousness, or so he thought, he wasn't sure at anything. There was light, then it was dark, then there was sharp light and a lot of noise, voices perhaps, still he wasn't sure about anything. He was awake, and yet he wasn't. Everything bustled around him, nothing made sense and eventually he felt his eyes roll back in his head, and then… nothing.
To be continued
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AN: I'm evil, I know, but you know what? Under these circumstances, I like it *evil laugh arising*
Zoro: *sweat drops* Okay, you are officially sick in your head.
Me: Khihihi, yeah~, I know~!
Well anyway; until next time! And have a nice summer-week! Be careful in the waters! XD
Zoro: Yes mum.
Me: Oh, shut it, Zoro!