Taste of bittersweet Disaster

by crystalbluefox

It starts with a stupid mistake. Someone has drugged Sanji and soon fallow after him through the dark streets, where his nightmares are only to begin. Will he ever become the one he once were? And what are these feelings Zoro starts to feel for the cook? SLASH! RAPE! TORTURE! iNFO: Story are atthe moment being rewritten! Read chap. 34 for more info.

26. Worst Case Scenario

LunaticV-chwaan~! I could hug you like never before, for beta-reading this chapter for me as too~! Let's see… Sanji have created this wonderful ice-desert with vanilla-ice-cream, strawberry-ice-cream, chocolate-ice-cream and with white wiped cream. Bon Appetite~! ^o^

Disclaimer:

One Piece is owned by Eiichiro Oda-sensei. All the copyrights associated with One Piece belong to him. Only the ideas contained within this story and some of the characters are the property of the author. No profit is being earned by me, the writer, of this story.

Please enjoy! ~^o^~

Taste of bittersweet Disaster

-A One Piece fan fiction

By Pernille T. Boldemann

Alias

Crystal Blue Fox

It's just a matter of time

Before we're handed to destinies

Shaking hands.

To him, we're nothing,

But to her we're everything.

In the middle of the heated fight,

She's the one to decide

Whether we should live

Or die!

Take my hand and let's prove to her,

That you and I,

Deserve to live…

Together!

26. Chapter

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Worst Case Scenario

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The sound of the rain dripping down outside was almost deafened by the hard wind which was slowly blowing up to a storm. Clouds had gathered, darkened the world outside more than normal, and laid the corridors and the rooms in the hotel in dark shadows. It was a perfect picture to a horror-story, and it would have been nice to be gathered around a fireplace, snuggled up in each of your sleeping bags, snacks going in turn between you and your friends or perhaps enjoying each of your own grilled night-snack, while the storyteller kept on scaring our hearts and souls out of rest. It would have been nice to be scared together, act like foolish children and feared the deep shadows… but this was no story, no, sadly enough it was the horrifying reality.

And there were not even ghosts included in this one!

Sanji's pale face shone bluish in the light of the lamp five feet away from him, blinking, threatening to throw its lasts light out in the corridor. It was the only lamp left; the rest had given up, leaving their side of the corridor in utter darkness.

Zoro sat and fidgeted with those broken fingers of the silent blond, trying carefully not to harm him anymore as he tried to place them back to their original places… even so he knew that he wouldn't be able to feel anything. But Sanji's hands had been his treasures, his life; it was what created the exquisite food that they had been served everyday… before all this madness began.

Sanji's hands… his fingers… they were ice cold, but not as long and slender as he remembered them. Was it because of the treatment they had got?

Zoro shuddered as he inhaled a rasping breath. He didn't know for how long he had been sitting here. He didn't know for how long that the others had kept silent behind him… he didn't even know if they were still there. Zoro barely noticed neither as Nicki's black shoes stepped up beside him, nor as the man crouched down beside him and looked at him. It was only when he spoke to him, that he registered his presence, and the pity look that he saw in that brown eye, told him more than enough how horrible he must've looked like.

"We should move him," Nicki repeated in his calm voice, "this is not a place for him to… you know," he looked over his shoulder at the silent captain, who just stared right past them and at the tortured body of his nakama.

"He loved the sea," Zoro was surprised to even hear himself speak, and took a deep breath. "It was his life… his dream," he looked down on the molested fingers in his hand and squeezed them softly, as he tried to roll his tongue to speak the last two words "… his home…!"

Nicki sighed and looked down. It was hard to look at Sanji's dead face; it was almost as if seeing his own death when the time would come. He shuddered at the thought.

"Zoro…?" said Luffy softly and rested his hand on the swordsman's trembling shoulder; he knew how hard it was not to break down right on the spot, he knew that he forced himself not to show his weakness in front of the others, not those kind of weaknesses. But as well as Luffy knew, he knew that the rest of them knew it too. Zoro was one to hide, but not that hard to read when you knew him well enough. He almost choked on his own words as he spoke. "Let's bring Sanji back home, that at least we can do for him,"

Zoro closed his eyes and bit at his tongue. The words came as bullets shot through his heart. Then he nodded, but didn't speak.

Franky found a table top where they could lay the blond on. Nicki sat still crouched down at the same spot as he came to sit beside the silent swordsman, completely fixated at the blood around the dead body. He sniffed the air; it was Sanji's blood alright… but then again there was something wrong with the smell.

While the first mate and the captain stood up to move the blond, Nicki kept staring at the pool of blood, almost hypnotized by it. He knew he shouldn't, that it could be risky, but none the less he poked a finger down into the blood and brought it up to his lips.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" bellowed Zoro as Nicki suddenly leaned forward and licked the blood at the cook's wounds in his stomach.

He ignored the fuming swordsman and rolled his tongue around in his mouth; in human-state he hated the taste of blood, and it often could wake up his so-called 'demon'-side, or as he preferred to call it; his 'wolf'-side or state. The blood tasted different, but that was perhaps because of the dirt and such in the wound. So he leaned in and licked the blood away on the cook's blue lips.

"What the fuck?" roared Zoro and grabbed the man's shoulder instead and yanked him up. "What the bloody hell do you think that you're doing, copycat?"

"Honestly, Nicki, that was-" Oliver was cut off as Nicki spoke in a monotone voice and looked dumfounded at him.

"It's not him," Nicki whispered, almost as was he speaking to himself more than to the others.

"What?"

"What are you saying, Nicki?" asked Luffy, slowly believing that the blond had gone nuts. Nicki was silent for a moment as he was thinking it through, and then concluded that he actually was right.

"It's not him!" he repeated, and it was like the others looked more dumfounded at him, and then looked from him and to the dead body on the floor.

"Stop that crap, you idiot! We can see that it's him! Don't fuck around in a time like this!" roared the swordsman and grabbed his black t-shirt in a tight grasp.

"I fucking can see the same as you can see, grass-head! But I can taste it too!" He looked at the others for a moment, and then glared back into those grey eyes; he could see that they were debating with themselves rather or not to believe him, and then he saw a little glimpse of hope shine deep inside of them. "Back at that Arena-thing, when me and Sanji fought, I," he didn't like to talk about it, and was ashamed all the same about it "when I bit him, I tasted his blood… this," he nodded his head at the silent form on the floor "or that, isn't Sanji's blood! It's not Sanji!" He was about to say something again, as he watched the air suddenly make a waver motion, and saw a brown head instead of a blond head at the person on the floor. He shook his head and rubbed his eye and looked again. Nothing. 'But I'm sure that I… wait, don't tell me…!' That wave motion came again, and this time lasted longer than the first time.

"Oi oi! What are you staring at?" Zoro looked a bit annoyed at him; he wanted him to say the same words, telling him again and again that the one before them wasn't Sanji, but someone else. "Hey!"

Nicki ignored him again and sniffed the air, that wavered before him like was he watching gas float around in the air. He cringed his nose, and covered it with his hand.

"Gas!"

"What?"

"Or something."

They suddenly heard Nami gasp in surprise, as she suddenly saw the same as Nicki did.

"Oh my god! It's not only gas," she told them "it's poisoned gas! Luffy! Break that window over there now!" without any questions Luffy did as his navigator told him to do. The wind blew into the corridor at once and almost tumbled the others over. Not because of the strength of the wind, but because of what it did to the air around them. Suddenly there was light everywhere. The corridor didn't look as destroyed as before and the smell of something rotten disappeared as well.

"Wha-wha-what's going on guys?" they heard Usopp stutter, as the whole 'scene' was changing before him; nothing looked as destroyed and dark as it had been just a moment ago.

Zoro watched it all happen himself, and didn't get it. He pushed the blond to the side, who stumbled and almost fell, and ran to the room where he had been captured inside of before. For some reason he just held his breath as he stood there and stared. The destroyed room, with all those rotten bodies… it wasn't the same anymore. The room was in a perfect shape, nothing was destroyed inside of it, and there were no rotting bodies lying around inside of it. He stepped back, not believing it, and then slowly looked at Sanji's dead body… only that it wasn't Sanji that he saw sitting up against that wall anymore, but a totally different man with brown hair and had a darker skin than his own, but not as dark as Usopp's. "What the fuck is going on here?" he looked around at the others. Even so that he felt relieved about that it wasn't Sanji, even so that his heart was swelling with hope and happiness again and he constantly thought 'It's not Sanji! Thank god it's not Sanji!' and that he felt his lips threatening to pull up into a full hearted smile… there was still something fishy about this.

"Wow, that's weird!" he heard Franky say as he was looking into the same room he just had looked into.

"Apparently that smell we smelled as we stepped into this hotel has been some kind of a gas with hallucinating poison in it!" the navigator told, now understanding it all much better. "And of course they'd 'planted' it here and there all around inside of the hotel to be sure that we wouldn't 'get over it' too quickly."

"So Sanji's still alive!" It wasn't a question, but a statement that the now smiling captain came with, and chuckled.

"We've been tricked!" told Nami.

"And we've been watched as well!" Zoro told them as he kept staring at the dead body before him. The longer he stared at the dead man, tortured none the less to make their 'vision' look more realistic, the more he felt his hope rise… together with his anger. If Hunter could do this just to lay out a trap for them… then what would he be doing with Sanji just in this moment?

"What? Watched?" asked the red-head and looked around, but saw no one else around them.

"I've sensed it all along, but didn't pay it any attention," the swordsman told them, and bit his lips. 'If Sanji's still alive, I better find him before its too late, for real!'

"Wait! Zoro! Where are you going? Zoro?" called Nami after the swordsman, who had set off into a run and stormed in the direction they just had come from.

Nicki stiffened as his ear caught the sound of a Crack and a click-click! He paled and yelled at the swordsman as a wave of panic stroke through him. "Zoro! Stop! Before you!"

"Huh? What?" Zoro had heard the same, but didn't know what it had been. Then suddenly they all heard a row of explosions and the floor where Zoro would have been standing on in this moment, if Nicki hadn't called at him, crumbled and disappeared. But the explosion had cracked the wood around the hole so much, that the floor underneath Zoro's feet disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he just barely managed to grab hold of a plank that threatened to break any moment from now.

"ZORO!" screamed Luffy as he made his way to his first mate, who fought to pull himself further up, but the plank creaked, and Zoro didn't like the sound of it at all.

"Stay back!" he called at them, as Luffy and the others had come to try and help him up. The floor around the hole was creaking in the same threatening way. The plank cracked again and moved; he could see where the wood was splintering and slowly breaking over. If they came out to help him, they would all fall down into the hole underneath him. He tried to pull himself further up, but the motion made the wood of the plank to break half over, and slowly splintering for every breath he took. His heart began to beat a bit faster again.

"Zoro! Grab my hand!" Luffy called and stretched his arm all the way out to his friend. Zoro reached for it, stretched his arm as much as he could, but as he leaned further over the plank to meet Luffy's rubbery arm and hand, the wood broke completely over, his pupils dilated and his heart stopped beating for a moment as he felt himself falling into the deeps. He screamed, his arms still reaching out for a hand that was no longer there. "ZOOROO!" Luffy pulled his arm back and at once stretched the other one as far as he could to grab hold of Zoro, but he couldn't see him, and he couldn't feel him anywhere. "ZOOROO-!" and in the end, they couldn't hear him either.

Zoro was gone!

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Rain poured down outside. The heavy wind blew the rain in through the large broken windows in the corridors, wetting the carpets and the floors. Chopper trotted up along the large stairs, both hooves covering his violated nose; the smell in here was so strong that it almost knocked him out. That was one of the bad things to have such a good sense of smell… or was it? The moment he and his friend stepped into this large hotel, his human friends suddenly started to act so weird, like they saw something that he couldn't see. He had long ago lost track of them as they all of a sudden had stormed off into the large building, while he himself had been fighting to keep the smell out of his nostrils. Even with a piece of clothes covering his nose, it wasn't helping at all.

"Urgh! Stinks!" he mumbled and looked down at the two long corridors that went out to both sides and at the very end of them turned to both left and right again. Where to go? Which one to choose? He couldn't use his nose to find the others, the cat he had met outside the hotel, as he stepped back out to get some fresh air, told him that.

"The air is poisoned," it had told him, as it sat a good distance away from the main entrance. "I saw this blond human walk in there all alone, and suddenly he started to kick out in the air, like he was fighting someone. Few other humans there were too, but they fell fast to the ground. Some dead, some barely breathing."

"That must be Sanji!" he had broke in and the cat had just tilted its head at it, not knowing of who he was talking about, but had an idea about it. "He's my friend! Me and my other friends have been trying to find him!" The cat hadn't said anything for a long moment before its dark grey eyes stared directly into his soul, or so it had felt like.

"Don't use your nose when walking in there." It had told him "and keep your other senses up, if you don't, you'll see your nightmares become real,"

Chopper hadn't understood what the cat had meant about that, but now as he was walking inside of the big building, he slowly understood it. Only for a moment when he had tried to take a little sniff, he suddenly saw other things around him than what he had seen just a moment ago. It all had looked bloodier than it already did, and there had laid more broken, beaten and dead bodies around him… it had looked like he was walking in a big grave of dead people who just had been thrown into this building. The clothes and his hooves had soon found their way back up to his nose, and as he held his breath for about twenty seconds, it all cleared for him again. Those bodies that lay around here and there, where not all dead only two or three of them were, the rest of them were unconscious and beaten to a pulp. Knowing who had done this, he pulled a little satisfied smile.

But when he found the little brown glass broken with pills scattered all around the floor, soaking in a little red pool of blood, the smile disappeared at once.

'Sanji!'

This blood he saw now wasn't something he was imagining, nor the blood he had seen earlier. A shiver ran through his body and he gulped. He didn't like this, and he didn't like to be all alone in a place like this. 'Zoro~! Luffy~! Usopp~!' he sobbed. 'Everyone~! I don't want to be alone anymore!'

"Everyone…" he sniffled under the clothes but bit his lips to stop himself from crying. He was scared. Suddenly he set off into a run in the other direction and called out for the others. What he hadn't seen was, that he had been watched all this time since he stepped his hooves into this building. A menacing smile was pulled and a chuckle left the thin lips.

Chopper hurried down the stairs, trying the next corridors, but there were none. In some places and in some rooms he felt the smell getting stronger, almost suffocating him because he didn't want to breathe it in. He ran off again, but holding both of his hooves to his nose and not getting any air, he soon stopped to catch his breath. Suddenly he froze as he realised what he just had done, and stopped breathing. But that weird sense he had felt in his head the first time he sniffed the air, wasn't there this time. And secondly; there was no bad smell at all. He dared to sniff the air a little, but wrinkled his nose at it. The smell was there alright, but it didn't affect him this time.

"Must be because I've breathed a little amount of it at a time," he concluded "my body must have gotten used to it by now. If I just keep away from the spots where the smells are the strongest, nothing will happen to me,"

He heard a sound behind him, steps, slow lazy steps slowly approached him from behind. Goosebumps already formed on his skin under his thick fur, and he felt shiver ran up through his spine.

"S'no good that you're ruining the game just like this," he heard the all too familiar voice suddenly say behind him. He would have turned around and jumped on the person and cried his heart out, but… there was something about it that wasn't right. It was that voice alright, and it was that smell too… but then again it wasn't.

What was going on here?

"Sa-?" a fast kick to his head and all turned black, all that he heard before losing consciousness was that menacing sick laughter echoing down along the corridor.

"Two down, six more to go…!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

The stones crumbled under his fingers as he tried to haul himself up. He skidded a little; the broken water pipes had sprinkled with water all over the stones and wetted them, making it close to impossible to get any right grasp. He dug his fingers deeper into the crates of the ever smouldering floor, and looked down into the endless darkness underneath him. Shit, had he never got grasp at the third floor, he would have been smashed to unknowingness on the floor at the bottom, between rocks and whatever shit there would come falling down.

"Hah! Hnng! AAARGH-!" Zoro froze the moment he heard someone scream in the distant, being halfway on safe ground. "Sto—stoop-! UAAH-!"

'That voice,' a more bloodcurdling scream echoed down the corridor, and Zoro didn't think twice as he suddenly felt his anger double his strength, and crawled up to the safe ground. He stood up and headed off in one direction he thought he heard the screams coming from. 'Sanji… Sanji!' He turned a corner and kicked a door open. But the room was empty and he hurried to the next room and bolted right in through the door; also empty! He hurried to the next room, and the next room, kicking, slashing, smashing, and bursting right through the doors, destroying the one after the other. But he still didn't find the room where Sanji was captured. Only when he reached the last door in the east-wing of the northern end, he found out that he had been running in the wrong direction. 'Shit! I don't have time to make mistakes right now!' he turned a 180 degree and set off in the opposite direction; the west-wing of the northern end. But even those rooms he burst into, there were still no sign of Sanji.

He felt his heart beat even faster, he bit angrily down at his lower lip and almost made it to bite right through it. Where was he? Where the hell was that damn cook?

He set off in the other direction, running out of the west-wing and headed out of the northern end of the hotel to go south, he crossed his swords before him and cut down the doors one by one. 'Still no one!' he felt himself panicking as he stopped to breathe and looked around in the room he was in; it was empty, like someone had just left it. Food stood on a table before a big widescreen TV; just because he didn't see this kind of technology that often, didn't mean that he was a complete idiot when it was about that. The time he was on his own he had visited one of these 'Big City's', with technology better than in the rest of West Blue, they were rare, but he'd seen that they were a bit more common here in the New World.

"AAARRGH-!" Zoro was almost jumping out of his good skin as a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air, just sounding two feet away from him. He looked frustrated around himself as he tried to find the source of that scream, and ended looking on an old transistor radio standing on a brand new bureau; the old radio looked so much out of place, in a room like this. He felt more and more confused, angry and worried when listening to Sanji's begging's, cries and screams burst out through the speakers of the old radio.

'What the fuck!'

"Fufufu! You finally came, marimo-boy~,"

Zoro almost snapped his head as he turned around to look at the person entering the room. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw that right there, really much alive and in one piece, Sanji stood, leaning up against the doorframe, coming from the bathroom. Sanji smiled at him and pushed away from the doorframe and strolled over to the frozen swordsman, who slowly lowered his swords, not believing what he was seeing. He pulled a teasing smile. As he stood face to face with the shocked swordsman, he leaned a bit to his right to turn off the radio, never pulling his eyes off him.

Zoro watched him, he was in a daze, he couldn't believe what he saw was real. For only a moment ago he thought that the man he loved was dead… now he stood before him, their noses only a few inches away from each other, pretty much alive.

"Fufu! Shouldn't we just close this door now? I don't like any watchers~," Zoro swallowed as the blond pressed closer up to him and reached his other arm out to push the door close beside them.

"Sanji, we have to get out of here!" he wanted to say, but found himself slowly losing it. The blond sounded so euphoric, so sensual and his ocean blue eye swam with lust, even the air he breathed out was heavy with the sexual tension. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling so dry. "Sa-" Sanji purred into his right left ear and licked it, as if he was licking some kind of candy.

Zoro's hands were trembling; he suppressed a moan as the blond rubbed the bulge in his pants against his own hardening cock, and pressed him fully up against the wall beside the door out to freedom. His mind was clouding with lust; he panted hard as Sanji kept on rubbing their bulges against each other, licked his earlobe, and sucked on his three earrings, one at a time, biting in one, pulling at it and then sucking on it again.

"Sa… Sanji…!" he panted. Why the hell did he feel so aroused all of a sudden? Why was Sanji feeling like this? Acting like this, like nothing was wrong in the world, and what had happened was nothing but a bad dream, a hallucination… and slowly Zoro was about to believe in that. His swords were slowly sliding out off his hands, and clattered as they fell onto the floor, landing on each of their sides. "San-"

"Shhh~! You're speaking to much, marimo-boy~," the blond whispered into his ear, and pressed his lower body harder against him. Zoro swallowed hard and groaned as he felt his penis grow painfully in his too tight pants. Sanji's one hand slid down underneath his haramaki, pushed it enough up so he could push his hand down into his pants and helped his hips roughly with rubbing against the weeping cock.

"Hah! Ah, Mmm… San… ji… sto-"

"Shhh~!" Sanji hushed at him again and covered his mouth with his own lips, kissing him deeply and sensually slowly. Zoro's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost all senses of the rest of the world around him, his vision was swimming, tears collected in the corners of his eyes, and he was damn hell close to cum.

'No, what the hell am I doing?' he wanted to push the blond away, but his arms felt so heavy as was he wearing a 1000-pounds-weights on each of his arms. Zoro widened his eyes. 'Why the hell can't I move?' He gasped and almost choked as he felt something slipping down his throat. He ripped his lips away from the blonds' and stared disbelievingly at him.

"What the hell did you just give me cook?" he didn't know if he should be angry, hurt or shocked, as Sanji stepped back a little and smiled triumphantly at him, as he licked his lips. Zoro rolled his tongue around in his mouth, still tasting the kiss… and then something hit him; there was no taste of cigarettes, no sweet taste of wine or of the taste of that special thing that normally screamed Sanji. He often used to smell like the food he cooked, it was never bad, it was… comforting, together with the smell of the salty sea.

He touched his own lips. Sanji's lips weren't as soft as they normally were, they were… rougher. Then, as everything dawned on him, and as he began to feel sleepy, he glared up at the blond standing before him. He felt disgusted; disgusted by the man who stood before him… but mostly disgusted at himself.

"You're not Sanji!" he said in a dangerous low tone, the promise of death was dripping off the words like venom. The blond smiled even more.

"I'm pretty much me, my dearest ma~ri~mo~!" the blond chuckled darkly. "Oh~? Not going to punch my face in, darling?"

"Shut the fuck up you bloody faker!" Sanji grabbed his fist easily as he threw one at him. It made him even angrier.

"Where, is, Sanji?" his head was dropping more often, his vision was turning in and out of focus, he was so tired. He forced himself to push away from the wall, never had it felt so difficult just to move. "Where is he?" his tongue was almost binding a knot around itself, or so it felt like. He grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. "Where?" The blond only smirked.

"I'm right in front of you, you idiot," Zoro shook his head.

"You're not him," he said and grabbed his hair. The blond wig slowly fell off as he pulled at it, and revealed fire-red hair instead. Zoro glared. He knew it!

"You're actually pretty slow, kid," the man said, turning over to his own deeper baritone voice in the middle of his sentence. "Letting me grope you as much as I did,"

Zoro panted as he kept glaring up at him, he was slowly loosing consciousness, and the red haired man blurred out in front of him. He blinked his eyes, wanted to rub them to see clear again. "Don't speak of tha-," he felt his eyes rolling back in his head as his legs gave up, and just before he fell, the red haired man pushed him away so he fell into the wall and slid down at it.

"My," the man was soon looming over him, "won't you say that was an embarrassingly easy way to get caught?"

"Fuck, you," he managed to spit out. Damn, he felt so tired. How could he ever get caught like that? The man was right, it was pretty embarrassing. "San… ji…?" God, he almost couldn't form full sentences, but it seemed the man knew what he meant.

"Don't worry kid, you'll get to see him earlier than expected," he said and his smirk grew even wider. "Sweet dreams, lill' kid, you'll need it!" Zoro wanted to spit some kind of insult back, as he watched the man stand up and put on his wig, adjusting it so it sat perfectly again. Zoro didn't want to see it, it hurt too much to see Sanji's 'body' act like that, smirking the way he did, acting so much like Sanji as he pulled –what he would call- a 'psychotic' smile and looked down at him. He closed his eyes, still fought to move just a single limb, but to no avail. "Should I say 'hello' to your friends?" he heard him ask, but he didn't answer.

'Stop speaking with that voice!" he wanted to yell at the man, as he spoke with the cook's teasing voice.

"No?" the man said as he didn't get any answers, and then he chuckled. "Hunter was right; a triple dose of sedative really is needed to calm down a wild animal." Zoro cursed in his mind as he was slowly slipping out. The last thing he remembered was the man looking like Sanji, say something he didn't like. "Three down… five more to go,"

'...three?'

Zoro blacked out, and didn't remember anything anymore.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

'Fuck!'

"Cough!"

'Damn it!'

"Urgh!" Sanji bend over as a fist was delivered to his stomach. He coughed again and glared up at the man who stood right in front of him, and spat some blood out.

"You're still having that face on, eh?" the man said. He remembered him, Max he thought his name was; the bloody idiot had his way with him the way he wished, last time when he was bound to a table and unable to move. When he was tied up, and couldn't defend himself. He hated this man, as much as he hated Hunter. But as he remembered right, they were also brothers. Max was a pain in the ass, not only literally spoken, he hid himself behind his big brothers back, until he was sure that their 'prey' was all bound and unable to move. Sanji had managed to kick his head three times today… that was one more time than last he 'met' him.

Another punch connected to his stomach, but this time Sanji was ready for it, and kicked at him, but was reminded that both his feet were tied to a bolt in the stone floor right underneath him; it was pretty impossible to move. Max chuckled and instead grabbed a baseball bat and circled around the fuming blond. When he found his place he swung the bat and connected it to his jaw, sending a ringing, cracking sound through his skull. Sanji could swear that the idiot just had broken his jaw.

"Hey," Sanji didn't answer him, and just kept on glaring at him, thinking through all those things he would do to hurt him the best way.

'His flesh would even be poison for those who'll eat him, so it's just junk, nothing that can be cooked,'

"Hey!" Max pulled hard at the rope which was connected to the cook, tied firmly around his hands, and lifted him higher up so he could barely touch the ground with his toes. Sanji wheezed as the pain from his wounded arm shot through him, and gritted his teeth. He tried to move his fingers, but he could barely feel them, other than a cold numbness in them. Didn't the idiot know what he did to them? What they meant to him? Apparently he did, because he pulled the rope again, that went from his almost lifeless hands, up around a block in the ceiling and was tied to some kind of a hook on the wall beside him, and made the cook hanging in free air for a moment. The rope around his feet going down to the bolt in the ground was the only thing that kept him in place; the ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles, before he let go and let him stand on his feet again.

Sanji stood up and glared at the idiot, but for that the rope were only tightened even more, so he had to stand on his toes rather on his feet, to give his hands some break from being strangled, and then the knot was tied around the hook again. Sanji ignored the other man in the room and instead concentrated on working with his fingers, and soon felt the prickling sensation as the blood ran back up to them, but they still felt pretty cold.

Max got angrier for not getting his attention at all, and grabbed his face to force him to look straight at him. "Listen to me when I'm talking to you, co-!" He was cut off as he had leaned too closer to Sanji's face, and was bitten hard in his nose, so hard that the cook almost was biting it off. Max screamed and tried to prey him off him, but without any luck. He grabbed tighter around his baseball bat and slammed it into the blonds' back. Sanji screamed and let go of the nose, which now had gained a purple colour, and Max stepped away at once. He touched his wounded nose, and looked at the blood on his hand. He clenched his fist, glared up at the smirking blond, and slammed his fist directly on the side of the head.

"So? You think it's funny, huh?" he slammed the bat against the blonds' kneecap, Sanji choked a scream away. The next hit, hit him right behind his knees, making him lose balance and throwing all his weight on his tied hands. He kept on beating him, skin broke, blood ran, but Max didn't care and just wanted to beat him till his skull cracked, but he knew that he couldn't do that… that he wasn't allowed to… and Sanji knew that all too well too.

When Max stopped to catch his breath, Sanji chuckled, the motion rumbling inside of his whole body. He gave the man a fierce glare, and spat some blood out. Shitty idiot had split his lips. "You really think that you can break me that way?" Sanji shook his head. "You've learned nothing, big brothers shit-kid,"

Max growled. "You think you're so cool, don't you?" he said through gritted teeth and clenched his fist around the handle of the bat. "You think that you're so damn cool, just because you've been away from here for so long. I still remember you as you were nothing but a wreck,"

"Oh yeah, and of course I'll become just like that again with all those 'horrible' beatings I get from you." He said sarcastically and rolled his visible eye. "Oh my, I'm so scared that I'm about to piss in my pants… only thing is that I don't have any pants on!"

'God, I'm sounding just like Brook right now,'

"You-!" The bat connected to the side of his head again, but Sanji only laughed at him.

"Is that what you call a 'hit'? Honestly, I know someone who's hitting much harder than you ever can dream about," Sanji said in the matter of the fact tone, "and he's not even using a silly little bat to beat people to a pulp with. He wouldn't even be able to feel what you call for 'hits' and 'beatings'. You're pathetic!"

"Oh? Is that so?" the red-head said and chuckled. "You mean Roronoa, right?" Sanji paused, wanted to kick his own ass for saying all that, but kept his poker-face "you mean," he flicked his fingers and called out for someone on the other side of the two large swing-doors. The one door moved open and two men came in, carrying something Sanji couldn't see at first… some kind of a bundle… until they threw it before his feet. The first thing that caught his attention and turned on all of his alarms was that short green hair. He felt his heart skip a beat "this thing?" Max teased. Zoro groaned from the ground as he kicked him, but didn't stir. "What a pathetic sight,"

Sanji growled and glared even fiercer at the man before him, and the two who stood and laughed at both him and the marimo. "What the fuck have you done to him?" he asked through gritted teeth. "He has nothing to do with this,"

"Oh yes, he does," Max said, and played with the baseball bat in his hands. "He's the… 'head-attraction' of tonight… if you…" he looked up at Sanji's visible wide eye, as realisation hit him "…get what I mean? Of course, you'll be on the front seat to see it all. Aren't you happy?"

Sanji clenched his fists the best he could and trashed himself around in the ropes, trying to get free; even though that he knew that it was impossible. "YOU FUCKING… LET THE HELL GO OF HIM! You bloody BASTARD!"

Max laughed out loud, actually exaggerating it, "You think that we'll be that stupid?"

"Just wait till he wakes up and he'll,"

"He'll what?" the red-head teased, and pushed at the sleeping body with his oh-so-beloved baseball bat. "In this state? He can't even free himself –you two! Get him the hell in there," he said and pointed with his thumb over his shoulder "and hang him up on one of the hooks. Throw some water on him so he can wake up, there's no fun in it when he's sleeping through it all; big brother wont like that," The men nodded and pulled the swordsman up again and started to do as they were told.

"That's the fucking freezer, you bloody idiot!" Sanji roared and tried to get free again "He'll fucking freeze to death!"

"If he does, then that's good," Max said and shrugged. "Hunter don't like to play with weaklings –that's why he like to 'play' so much with you, Sanji-chan~" he said teasingly and turned the blond enough around -careful enough not to get too close to that mouth of his- so he could see what was going to happen. "Let's make this funnier; pull off al of his clothes and hang him up,"

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM, YOU FREAKS!"

The men paid Sanji no attention, and only smirked at their own task. They pulled the ropes off, stripped him down till he was only in his boxers (new orders from Shit-Max), tied his hands together in front of him, lowered one of the hooks, that normally were used to hang big pieces of meat up to freeze, lifted his arms up and hooked his ropes on it. When they were sure that it sat as it should, they began to hoist him up. All the while Sanji grew even angrier and trashed even more in his ropes, not even caring that they cut through his wrists and ankles. He was going to kick their asses. He was so going to kick their bloody asses into the next year, and then, when he had done that, he damn hell was going to kick that fucking marimo's ass! What kind of an idiot could sleep through all that? Being thrown to the floor, trashed around as they pulled his clothes off, tied his hands so tight that they almost could cut them off instead –and where the bloody hell were his swords anyway? The idiot never…

"What've you done to him?" he asked in a dangerous low voice. Zoro might be stupid, but not that stupid that he would get himself caught without even a little scratch. Max just smiled even wider, and pulled the sprayer out from a roll, that they normally used to wash the large stone-floor with, and turned it directly into the freezer where Zoro hanged, half naked, his skin already forming goose pimples all over his body.

"Turn it on," the red-head ordered one of the men, who hurried out of the freezer, not wanting to get wet inside of an icy cold freezer, and turned on the sprayer. The thick beam of water hit the swordsman right in the face, who jolted awake.

"What the fu –whaah?" Fuck it was cold! Zoro looked frantically around, not getting what was going on or where the hell he was, but he couldn't see anything for all the water that was being sprayed on him. Finally it stopped, and he sputtered some of the cold water out of his mouth. "The he-ell? Cough! Fuck is going on he -cough- here?" Someone chuckled. He tried to blink the water out of his eyes to see better, and saw a read-haired man stand with some kind of a sprayer pointed at him. Zoro glared. "You're not Hunter," he said in a dangerous low voice.

The man chuckled even more. "Nice observation, Roronoa," he said and turned on the sprayer again. Zoro yelped.

"Fuck its cold! Stop that, you damn little maggot!" he howled and trashed around in his ropes. He looked up at the hook as the sprayer was turned off again, and then looked around himself. No wonder that it was so freaking cold; he was hanging half-naked inside of a big freezer. He glared up at the laughing man, and raised a brow as he heard someone curse on the other side. He blinked even more to get the water out of his eyes and saw blond hair shine in the droplets hanging on his eyelashes. He blinked even more to get the rest of it away and stared at the chef that they all had been looking for. No copy, but the real one.

"Fucking bastard, I'm gonna kick your sorry ass as soon as I'll get out of here!" he heard the blond roar. Yup, couldn't be anyone other than the real aho-cook. He was about to open his trembling lips, but served another potion of water sprayed on his body. Fuck! It was starting to get colder than swimming in the water of that Drum Island's where Chopper came from. Compared to this, Drum Island's waters were like swimming in a warm spring-lake.

He coughed as he got some of the water down his throat, and spat it out. There were some more roaring and cursing on the other side and he thought he heard the red-head say something about 'stretch him'. He blinked the water out of his eyes again; damn thing! Always when he got the water out his eyes, the idiot would spray some more on him! He felt his fingers going numb, the water and the cold air was slowly taking effect on his smaller limbs; he couldn't wriggle with either his toes or his fingers, he even feared that his manhood would soon freeze off him. He blinked the droplets of water out of his eyes again, but this time they didn't want to disappear; they had turned into small crystal droplets of ice.

Suddenly he heard a scream on the other side and he looked up immediately. Sanji was hanging in some ropes too, both hands tied up to something up in the roof, while his feet where bound to a bolt in the… kitchen-floor?

Sanji wailed again as his whole body was being stretched out to its limits, and even more. His wrists burned and he could feel the ropes around them start to wet, the same happened to his feet.

"Behaving ourselves now, are we?" Max chuckled as he watched the pain write itself all over the blonds' face, but the anger still burned in his visible eye.

"Fu… fuck y-you –AH-AARRGH-!" with a snap with his fingers Max ordered his men to turn the roller, where the sprayer once had been hanging around and where they had tied the blonds' ropes around instead, and turned it some more. Sanji heard his back pop, his shoulders dislodge and snap and felt the wounds in his left arm once again reopen and colour his shirt's arm with the red fluid.

"STOP THAT!" he suddenly heard Zoro roar. He panted, swallowed to wet his throat, and turned his head a little to look at the marimo hanging and trashing around in his ropes in the large freezer.

"Zoh," he gulped, trying not to think about the pain in his body "Zoro?" he was… defending him? Was he really, had that poison-thing really left his body now? Had he really come to his senses now?

Zoro's and Sanji's eyes met each other for a little moment; Zoro was furious, Sanji looked relieved despite the pain he was feeling. It was like they were sharing an unspoken message, and as Sanji closed his visible eye, pulled a small smile and leaned his head back against his arms, Zoro's anger rose.

"Let him go!" he ordered, glaring at the red-head standing beside the blond and admired the two of them in a sick way. Zoro's lips were trembling even more than before, his lips had for long turned into a bad colour of blue and ice was slowly forming on his body, as if he had been dusted with tiny bits of glittering crystal-powder. He didn't like to watch Sanji hang there, not having any other clothes on other than his torn shirt; he even could see his manhood hanging in the open, and the blond blushed in shame as he knew that he was looking him up and down. But instead they rotated the roller even more, stretching his back even further, until Sanji gave them that satisfying scream that almost could get the glass to crack and stones to crumble. Zoro covered his ears the best he could into his arms; the scream sounded even louder when being in such a big kitchen and it felt like it cut right through his heart.

The men laughed at the blond, his pathetic whimpering form. Sanji barely dared to breathe, afraid of that the motion would split his lungs right apart, or break his back completely. He barely dared to look down at them, as he heard them laugh at him. God, he felt so ashamed; to be displayed like this to whoever watched; stretched out fully and his dick hanging in the open. Worst of all that Zoro saw him like this.

"Release our sing-bird a little, we can't break him before Hunter does, now can we?" Max chuckled along with his mates, and the men released him a little. Sanji sighed in relief as he felt the bones in his back slowly fall 'back into place', as he felt his world spin a little around; dizziness taking over him. He heard a sudden crack and slowly looked up. As he saw what caused that brutal sound, followed with a loud CRASH, he widened his eyes, apparently none of the others had seen it yet, heard it none the less, but still didn't pay it enough attention; a fatal thing to do. "Now, let's have some fun with –what the hell?"

Zoro had ripped the hook down from the ceiling -how he had done it Sanji didn't want to put his thinking cap on for, it simply would fry his brain, but brutal anger was one of the things that caused it-, and was now dashing towards the entrance of the freezer, throwing the remains of both the ceiling and the hook to one side. Anger burned in his eyes, and Max gave a surprised yelp as he saw the 'demon' in 'human-form' coming with high speed at him.

"CLOSE THAT BLOODY DOOR, NOW!" he ordered the two men, who stood closest to the door, and they released the roller, making Sanji yelp as his back snapped back into place all too sudden, and hurried to push the heavy steel-door close. Sanji cursed, not only over his own pain in his whole body, as he hang in his ropes like a marionette-doll being left all alone, but because the men had been faster than the marimo. "Lock it! Lock it! Lock it!" Max ordered as the heavy slams of fists connected to the frozen steel-door. There was a little porthole, enough for Sanji to look in to him, and enough for Zoro to look out at them. Steams of hot air emerged from the swordsman's mouth; he was saying something, yelling something as he hammered at the heavy door, that rumbled every time the fists connected.

Max stood by himself, sweat covered his face and neck, as he pulled a nervous smile, which soon turned into a dirty smirk, as he straightened up to hover over his 'well captured prey'.

"Let's have our little 'Escapologist' to cool down a little," he said and chuckled, "all the way down!"

"Stop it!" Sanji roared as he saw the one of the men walk over to the other side of the door, and turned the temperature-bottom all around, and watched the zinc in the thermometer with horror drop dangerously low, until it stood on minus 70 degrees.

Zoro's hammering on the heavy steel-door had become fainter and slower for each slam. Sanji was forced to stand up straight and watch Zoro's body get buried by a crystal-like sheet –his hair actually looked so deadly beautiful with the small crystals glinting in the sharp light from outside-, the air he breathed out turned snow-white, his blue lips trembled and his dark gaze looked less frightening as they slowly dropped. Not even Zoro could survive in such a cold climate, and definitely not when being soaked with water and being half naked. Sanji, not for the first time, feared for the swordsman's life.

Zoro slowly pounded on the door, laying all his power in trying to break the door down, but he had been weakened all too much to begin with. His hands where trembling, his whole body was shaking from the cold. His body was slowly crystallising, his hair already felt like an ice-crown on his head. He panted as he looked out at the little hole in the door, watched Sanji being held up by his hair, and watched him watching him. His lips moved and his body jolted to each word, but Zoro couldn't hear him; the wall was too thick.

His eyes dropped a little more…

He was feeling so sleepy, and he knew that it was no good sign. He swore that he even could feel his blood freeze in his veins. He was getting colder, and stiffer; he barely could move his arms and his wet feet had already frozen to the cold stone-floor; if he moved them, they would be ripped off, but, he couldn't even move a muscle anymore. He could do nothing but to stand there and stare out through the porthole, and watch Sanji scream something at him. He looked angry, but he also looked horrified.

Fuck!

Dying in a giant freezer was not one of his wishes, but he couldn't do anything but look out at his ex-lover. Did Sanji really still love him? Did he still love him? 'Sanji,' he thought and dropped his eyes till they only were slits; his heart was beating slower, his breathing became shallower and his legs was getting so stiff that he couldn't even bend his knees. He could barely manage to move his hand up to the glass. He wanted to touch him, he wanted to hold him and kiss him… just one last time, and then… then he would tell him how much he loved him, and how much the blond meant to him.

'tired…' Sanji screamed something, he couldn't hear it, but seeing the mouth form the words like it did, he had an idea of what he was yelling. His beautiful blue eye, as blue as the ocean they had been sailing on, shone with tears, tears that he wanted to brush away with his thumb. The tears streamed down along his red puffy cheeks. 'don't cry,' Zoro could almost cry too. His heart beat slower… he was so tired… he couldn't keep awake much longer… He just barely heard something scrambling in the lock in the steel-door, before he lost consciousness and fell into a deadly sleep.

Heat surrounded him.

He must've been dead by now.

"ZOOOOROOOOO-!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Luffy panted as he looked shocked up on his opponent, and grabbed his side. How could a kick like that even break his ribs, when he was made out of rubber? He looked down, followed those long legs until he met the shoes. The heels… they didn't look like normal heels. 'Seastones?' he thought for a moment and remembered that every time the kick hit him, he felt weakened as well, couldn't be anything else, it was the same as with that bullet he had been shot with; it had been made out of seastone too. He looked from the deadly feet to Nami, who lay unconscious behind his opponent. He swallowed to moisten his throat, and spoke for the very first time since he had met him and had been greeted with a bullet through his shoulder.

"What've you done to Nami… Sanji?"

The blond man chuckled, but stopped as the raven-haired captain gave him a fierce look.

"No, you're not Sanji," he straightened up to look the blond into his eyes "you sound like him, you look like him, you speak and fight like him… but you're not as fast as he is, you're not as strong as Sanji is…" he gasped, biting in the pain that emerged from his two or three broken ribs.

"What? I've been fighting you all down, don't think that can make me tired?" the blond cook said and lit himself a cigarette "you're awfully suspicious, captain. Don't want to accept that me and the marimo-idiot don't want to be in your crew anymore?"

The words stung him like knifes through his heart.

"Sanji doesn't light his cigarette like that,"

The blond stopped midway from flicking his lighter again, and stared up at the raven. Luffy lifted his head and nodded.

"Sanji's fingers holds his cigarettes with much care, since they are his treasures. And he could never dream about to harm either Nami or Robin! He's not like that!"

"And how…" the blond started, forgetting his unlit cigarette for a moment to stare into the coal-black eyes, that could swallow you into the darkness just by looking at them. "What are you building these accusations on, captain? I could have changed, you know?"

Luffy clenched both of his fists, and stepped hard in the ground as he took a step closer to this 'so called' Sanji. "Instincts!" he said shortly and rose his voice "and the knowledge about my friends! I know them!" He took a deep breathe and roared out "IF A CAPTAIN CAN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE HIS OWN CREW-MEMBERS, THEN HE'S NOT ALLOWED TO CALL HIMSELF A CAPTAIN!" He coughed right after this, but didn't lower his glare at the now stunned blond, who dropped his cigarette to the ground. After a moment or two the blond looked down, and chuckled.

"You're one-of-the-kind, Straw Hat Monkey D. Luffy," he now said, in his own deeper baritone voice. Luffy didn't stir, but blinked though as the man suddenly roared in laugher and slowly took off his wig, revealing a top of fire-red hair. Then he pulled his mask off, and Luffy saw that a long scar ran down from his cheek and down to his throat. He reminded him so much about Shanks, the smile, that glint in his eyes, though this man's eyes were emerald green.

The man bent down to pick up his cigarette, and lit it. He smoked on it, as was he sitting in a bar and just discussing matters with the straw hat wearing captain.

"Why are you doing this? Where are the others? And who are you?" the man looked up at him, not showing any sign of emotions, and blew out a stream of smoke as he looked away.

"You got an awfully lot of questions, kid," he said, but showed no sign to answer any of his questions. "Just like him," Luffy raised a brow.

"Him?" he repeated, even though he had an idea about of who he was speaking about. The man nodded.

"Kid," he said, and met his eyes, the smoking cigarette waiting in his hand, before he took another taste of it and looked down at the unconscious women, who lay behind him "get the hell away from here, it's not safe. Forget them!" Luffy's eyes widened, and then they burned in anger.

"I would never leave my nakama alone in this place!" he roared. The red haired man blew out another steam of smoke, not looking at the fuming kid.

"I thought so too," he said, and before Luffy could do anything other than blink once, he saw a gun being pulled from inside of the others jacket and aimed at him. It wasn't a bullet that hit him, but a syringe. He felt the deep prick in his chest, and just stared at it, and then up at the man who had no expression, and then felt the sleep grab him.

"No," he said and stepped up to the man. Why hadn't he attacked him? Why had he just been standing there and talked with him? Why? His eyes dropped a little and he felt his head nod as he, with a lazy motion ripped the syringe out of his chest, and threw it to his side, not caring about to give it a glance. "Sanji… Zoro…"

"Forget them, kid," the man said, and was stunned as the kid suddenly jumped roaring at him, trying to choke him. They both fell to the floor, both struggling to win. How the hell could the kid still be awake? The medicine inside of it was enough to make an elephant fall asleep as soon as it came in touch of its blood.

"I… can't let this… happen…!" he panted and tightened his fingers around the man's throat, but even so, the more he tightened his grip, the weaker it felt and the more tired he felt. He dropped his head again, but forced himself to stay awake, and pushed himself away from the man. He had to find Sanji! And he had to find out if Zoro still was okay after that explosion. Where were they? But as soon as he had taken three steps, his legs gave up and he fell heavily to the floor… but that didn't stop him from crawling up to Nami's body, just to check on her if she was okay. She was still breathing, like she was sleeping. 'That's how he has taken all the others down? Sleeping-medicine?' he groaned as his vision swam for his eyes. He could hear steps approach him from somewhere, but kept on crawling to check up on Robin as well, who was lying a bit further away from them. She too was only sleeping.

"Stop it, Straw Hat, it's useless," The man said, who now stood right beside the crawling captain's form. He almost felt sorry for this kid.

"Sanji," he moaned as he clumsily crawled towards the staircase. He just touched it with his fingers as he collapsed. "Zo…ro…!" …No… no he couldn't give up just now! He had to find them! He had to find Sanji and Zoro! He dropped his head, the world before his eyes blurring out into darkness. 'Zoro… please find Sanji,' he thought, using his last strength to pull himself closer to the stairs 'please bring him back… alive… stay… ali-' Luffy's eyes dropped and he fell into a world of deep sleep.

The man stepped up to him and looked down at his sleeping form. He didn't like doing this, but how else should he protect the blonds' friends from Hunter? Listening to him was not something that they wanted to do, not even as he had disguised himself as their blond friend. He sighed and ran his fingers through his red hair, as a tall man stepped out from among the shadows. His hair black as the night and laid flat on his face, as if he hadn't washed it for months, but even so he was clean.

"There's nothing to blame yourself for, Jonathan." His voice was nothing but a whisper, but none the less he was clear enough to be heard. "What is done is done; we both have our orders."

"I know, Seamus, but the boys,"

"They're strong and old enough to take care of themselves." He cut him off with "You had your orders to bring that Roronoa to Hunter's brother, the rest of them he didn't really care about. Your other order was to save as many as possible, that, I will say, you have done. Even so that this Monkey, was the most stubborn of them all, beside this girl," he said it as if the word alone was a bad taste in his mouth.

"But you got her?" Jonathan asked, looking a bit worried. Seamus groaned a little.

"Little damn thing bit me in my finger," Jonathan roared with laugher. As he finally stopped, he picked up the orange-haired girl and the straw hat wearing teen. "That's your own fault, Seamus, acting so suspicious and grumpy –people could almost get the idea that you're a bad person," he joked, and chuckled again. "Come on; help me with getting them out of here. You can take that woman over there; she's just your style; dark and mysterious." Seamus only answered with a faint grumble and looked around. His raven-black eyes darted among the shadows.

"We still haven't got that boy yet," he wanted to say, but Jonathan was long gone. With a sigh, he lifted the woman up in his arms and followed after his so-called-companion.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Steps echoed in the distant. A door opened, it creaked loudly as it was being pulled open and closed again. Two steps more and the feet stopped. Someone was speaking, and another one was answering, but it all sound muffled, he couldn't understand what they were saying. Then it was silent again, and the steps came up to him. Then they stopped again, just right beside his head. He didn't dare to move, he didn't want to deal with any of this shit, just yet. But even so, he could feel that this time he was laying down on something hard. A picture of him lying on a table crossed his mind, and he barely could stop himself from shivering visibly.

"I know that you're awake~," a too familiar voice whispered into his right ear and right after he felt a large hand caress his hair, fingers running through it and played with it. Sanji kept all still, despite the other knew that he was awake. He almost gasped and shivered as he felt a large wet tongue run over his cheek, up to his ear and dipped down into it. He wanted to turn away, but he couldn't move. He clenched his fists instead, only now realising that his arms was tied above his head… just like back then.

"Hah-haaah!" he gasped out loud and opened his eyes wide as suddenly a hand grabbed hard around his manhood and squeezed it.

"See?" Hunter said teasingly into his ear and dipped his tongue into it again. Sanji shivered "I told you so that I knew you were awake." He hummed while he massaged the blonds' cock and balls, and licked his way down his throat, until he could smell the main pulse and bite down right beside it. Sanji forced himself not to mouth anything out again, as the teeth dug deep into his throat. What did he think he was? Some kind of a freaky vampire or something? "Mmm, your blood is absolutely delicious," he hummed again and licked the blood away that poured out of the new wound. He pressed his lips over the wound again, and literally sucked the blood up, like he was drinking it.

Sanji wanted to knee him, harm him, do anything other than laying there and feel aroused, as Hunter worked him up to hardness. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his tongue. He wouldn't say anything. That sick son of a bitch loved to hear, to drink in the sound of peoples scream, even if it was out of pleasure or out of pure pain, it aroused him even more. He felt him pull harder in his manhood, almost molested his balls with his other hand, and he almost lost it when he pressed his one finger into the slit of his manhood. Then, just as he was about to come, Hunter stopped and he both felt and heard something click around his cock. He widened his eyes at once as he remembered what it was. 'No! everything else but that!' he thought and tried to move his arms, he wanted to get that ring off, but his hands were secured too well above his head.

"No," he panted, couldn't stop himself from doing it "Off… take it… off!" he tried to sound threatening, but having a hard on and not being able to get rid of it, made it hard for him to sound serious enough. The ring was tightened even more around his cock, and with a painful hiss, Sanji thought that he would loose it any second for now. Hunter loosened the ropes around his feet, he knew that the cook could barely move when he was in such a state that he was in now, and lifted his hips up. Hunter shifted, licked his lips and pulled his own pants down.

If possible Sanji widened his eyes even more, as his legs was pressed down to his chest. He couldn't move them; it hurt too much to do so when his cock was rock-hard. And as he saw him pull something out of his pocket, he stopped breathing. He knew what was going to happen now, he had tried it once… twice the first time he was strapped to a table. The little black thing, which wasn't bigger than it could easily be hidden in his hand, already lightened with electricity, floating from the one pointy needle to the other. He couldn't stop himself from shivering as he stared at the –what did he call it? Electro-gun?

He remembered it too well from the last time when he was under Hunter's mercy; he still had several burn marks after that thing, and they didn't want to disappear just like that. A pain in the ass… literally!

"Should we just take it up on 10 already?" Hunter said teasingly. Sanji wanted to spit on him, but his throat had dried all out. Stupid fear! "I think we should," he hummed as he in the same time slowly transformed into a half tiger and half human.

'Oh god no,' Sanji thought in horror as he watched him transform 'his dick will grow bigger in that form!' he tried to move again, to get away, but both of his legs was pressed down onto his chest; he was trapped!

And he began to panic!

Hunter pulled a smile as he lifted the blonds' hips higher from the table, so he could reach his back with his hand. Even so that it was five inches away from him, Sanji could already feel the electricity float from the one needle to the other. He grabbed the rope above him with his fingers –even though that those belonging to his left arm wouldn't cooperate with him-, he tried to pull himself up, pull himself away from what waited for him. His heart hammered inside of his chest, beating faster for every second that went; he could even feel his blood rush around in his veins. He clenched his teeth hard together, forcing himself to keep silent, even though because of what would happen now, it would be impossible.

He could feel it coming closer.

His manhood throbbed, and he was caught in between painful pleasure, and horrified angst.

…Du-duk…!

Bzzzz-zzzzz!

The sound cut through his brain, deafened his ears, as Sanji wanted to scream, but the electricity floating through his body, numbing his senses, and send stars sparkling before his vision, forced his jaw to shut close, and almost broke his teeth by the force of it. That was a hell of a lot more than the promised 10.000.000 volts!

Not a second later Hunter forced his penis into his tight ass as well, and hummed by the electricity floating through the blonds' body and through his manhood. It was painfully good.

Even so that the Electro-gun was removed from his skin, Sanji could still feel the electricity float through his body. His jaw was trembling; his whole body was trembling, and he gasped, almost got choked as Hunter slammed hard into him. His manhood throbbed, almost begged for the release it needed, it hurt like hell.

"Mmm, again," Hunter mumbled, almost whispered. Sanji heard the dial turn, once, twice. He gulped "and then a bit higher"

"No, no-ah—AH-GAAARGHH-GARGL-AARGH!" it felt like his lungs was put on fire, that his whole body was put on fire as the Electro-gun met his spine again, the needles sinking deep into his skin. He jolted up from the table; he could feel his blood boil in his veins, his heart beating a hundredfold extra time in the seconds, and he swore, as his vision turned all white, that he could taste blood in his mouth.

He barely could feel Hunter slamming into him, only the times when he held a minute or two minutes of break between the electroshocks. His cock turned into a sick colour of blue and dark purple. He needed to come, it hurt so much not to and-

He heard three clicks as Hunter turned the dial on the Electro-gun even higher. He never made to think on a single word as the two needles bore through his skin again, right in the middle of his back, and he felt the electricity shoot through him like fire. His eyes turned into the back of his head, his heart hammering so much that it threatened to explode, his vision turned into a sharp light and as he stopped, blood ran out of his mouth, he gulped, tried to gasp, but he almost drowned in his own blood every time he tried to breathe. His body spasm and he barely felt Hunter empty his orgasm inside of his ass.

Sanji panted, his heart now only beating every third time than normal… he couldn't feel other pain than the electricity still floating inside of him, making his body to spasm every now and then. He thought he heard someone call his name, but that could also just be his imagination. Zoro was dead, right? He saw it himself, he saw him die before his own eyes, frozen to death, all stiff, all cold. Ice shone on him as they had freed him from the frozen floor, and to where they had taken him, he didn't know. He got a blow to his head before he ever found out of it, and then woke up here.

Therefore, it could impossible be Zoro's voice he heard calling at him.

His body spasm one last time, and he finally felt the release of his painfully orgasm as Hunter finally chose to remove that ring around his dick, he came hard and much. His fingers twitched a last time before he slowly lost consciousness and lay all still, listening for that voice again.

Then he heard it all clearer. Zoro was calling for him… he pulled a weak smile, and he would have chuckled if possible.

'I fucking knew it. That son of a bitch is still alive…'

He relaxed…

'Knew that weed wasn't… that easy to get rid off,'

And darkness took him.

To be continued

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AN: Only two more to go. Hell is getting hotter, so remember to take a lot of water with you (WTF?) XD

The end is getting closer, and once again I will thank all of you readers for all of your wonderful reviews, and for all of your support. Without you, I would never had got this far, and this story would never had reached an ending. Thanks to you, it's possible, thanks to you, I will always be here with you, and for you.

Take care everyone!

See you in chapter 27!

AND!

Remember to Review & Review; all your reviews makes me happy. Drown me with your thoughts about this chapter, this story, or just anything else you have in mind that you want to share.

A special thanks to all of my friends as well!

Until next time~!

Answers on reviews from chapter twenty-five:

tazx x x:-evil chuckle- yeah, it was the gas there promptly brought forth their worst thoughts and dreams.

alguien22792: Ah! I'm honoured to hear that my story draws you so close to it, that you even would like to see some more suffering in this story… you're just SO much like me –evil laugh- XDD

Pervy Otaku: you're absolutely right about 'Sir Pathetik's song 'Aquarium', even so that I don't understand a word of what they're saying (beside the few English words) it is indeed a good song, I really like the music of it, and fits really well to those 'scenes' in my story. LOL

And… you do know that you're a weirdo, right? I mean… thanking and hugging Hunter? Did you eat something today that was bad? XDD

But don't worry, more painful and torturing scenes will come… for both of them –evil smirk-

Yes, I was updating pretty earlier last time, someone 'requested' me to update as soon as possible, and I was pretty close with getting it beta'ed at the same time, and, Voila! Here you go XD

Life can be a bitch sometimes (or many times), and Satan is defiantly working on something really really bad, using our trust to something bad, like that holy-war- shit. That's nonsense. Believe in love, believe in the good things and that even the bad things can turn into something good and believe in love, then you're believing in the god, who's presence have been shadowed by evil himself. And if more people, if many more began to believe in life like that, living with a smile, not looking on someone with bad thoughts in your mind, then, I think, that 'he' would soon get stronger again and Satan then would be thrown back down to hell, with all his evil servants. But, I dunno, but I think that even a devil, one of his strongest servants, can have a good heart, and that some can have been misplaced –or is it just me who thinks too much about my next story after writing 'HERO'? (devils and angels, human and demons, an impossible forbidden and dangerous love between three 'people', none-real-human, werewolf's, witches and warlocks, death and life, holy and forbidden, darkness and light, horror and happiness, smuttiness and cuteness and a dangerous wish to the Moon. Sorry for just babbling on ^o^;, but that's something that my story is about, the one I want to write right after I've finished 'HERO –The Dark knight of the Streets' –sweat drops-)

But thanks for everything! And thanks for all your wonderful and long reviews~! Love em~! XDD

And update is~ here~! Don't hope that it took too long –nervous smile-

Lilliana1981: If there was something about main character death or something like that, of course I would warn ya –evil smile- I just love to torture my readers a little Shishishi!

LunaticV: Naa, I don't think so that people stopped reading it… or so I don't hope so –looks nervous around- anyone here?

Well… who knows how Zoro will act towards blood and such in the future? (well, I know, but I wont tell XDD)

Hehe, yeah, the funniest IS, as you say 'to see Zoro all flustered and embarrassed'… and I'll try to add another scene in like that (if possible!) ^o^

XXCraziChickxX: Okay, don't worry, Sanji's NOT dead –as you could read above LOL! XD Hope you liked this chapter as well~!

shiro-chan26:Ah! Thank you so much for your kind words! Glad that you liked it XD hope you liked this chapter too. LOL Sorry, but no, I don't think so that I can allow you that, to take Sanji-kwun away from me –evil look- he's mine~!

Zoro: Woman, you're freaking her out –and me!

Nille: Fufufu! Yeah, I'm pretty scary, aren't I?

Zoro: No, only when you act like you own the cook.

Nille: But I do! And you too!

Zoro: -sweat drops- Why did I ever come here to begin with?

Nille: because you love me?

Zoro: You wanna die?

Nille: Oh! I get it! It's because you love Sanji-kwun, right?

Zoro: -fuming- you really wanna die that badly, huh?-pulls forth his sword-

Nille: -calling over shoulder- Sanjiii? Zoro is pointing at me with pointy thingy~!

Zoro: Bff! –whispering- S-shut up! –hissing-

Sanji: -burns in anger- Ma-ri-mo-? –gritting teeth-

Zoro: Oh shit!

Sanji: -runs after Zoro who tries to get away- How the hell DARE you threatening a woman with one of your pointy sticks?

Zoro: Fuck off! Get the hell away from me, you freak!

Nille: Shishihsi! They're so funny!

Usopp: -sweat drops- you did that on purpose, didn't you?

RussleKun: -shiver- scaryyy! –shivers shivers-

XD Hope you liked this chapter then ^o^ LOL