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.

27. Death will aprouch us All! Part 1

A big plate with chocolate muffins with frost on the top and fresh strawberries aand vanilla-muffins with chocolate pieces in them, all baked by the best cook in the world, BlackLeg Sanji, to my dearest LunaticV-chwaan, as thanks to once again beta-ing another chapter for me! –hugs- thank you SO much, and 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

That pain you inflict on my body,

Is no torture to me…

But the pain that you inflict on my heart

…is the worst torture any human kind

Ever can imagine!

Weird enough,

I do still love you…

You idiot…!

27. Chapter

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-part 1-

Death will aprouch us All!

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He had this funny dream, or you couldn't even call it funny. It was… weird. But as he tried to remember it again, the dream slowly drifted out of his memory. He woke up to a pitch black world, he slowly began to panic; wherever he looked, he saw nothing but darkness. Then, suddenly he realised that his eyes were still closed. Bright light shone through his eyelids and his world turned from black to red. He groaned and tried to shield himself from that light, which so brutally tried to wake him up. He turned around, his hammock felt so wonderfully soft, and if he had to be honest, he was still pretty tired. He pulled the cover over himself and sighed. He could wake up later. He nuzzled deeper into his pillow. Then something suddenly struck him. Hammock? Cover? Pillow? Why was he even sleeping just now?

He sat up at once and hammered his head straight into the hammock right above him.

"Auch!" he rubbed his forehead and glared up at the hammock that hurt him. Weird. Why did it even hurt him?

"Luffy? Luffy!" Someone was calling at him. He glared at the door where the bright light shone in and bathed someone in its pure whiteness. He blinked, and then gulped as orange hair flamed in the light and the angel stepped into the dark room, where he just sat and gawked. "Luffy? You okay?" It spoke, its voice so soft, so familiar… his heart began to beat faster and he caught himself in trembling. What was this? What was this sudden feeling? "Luffy!"

The punch to his face woke him fully up and pulled him out of his daze. He sat up fast right after he hit the floor, and held his throbbing face.

"N-nami! That hurt!" he protested and glared at the navigator standing before him. What the heck had he been thinking just a second ago?

"Huh? Hurt?" She raised a brow "Luffy, are you all right?" she asked and stepped over to him. She crouched down, and suddenly that weird feeling came back to him, he gulped. She touched his chin with two fingers, and Luffy winced. Damn, it felt like that touch was burning him from the skin and right into his bones.

"Aw," he whined, and Nami's brow raised even more.

"Aw? Luffy, you're not supposed to even feel it," she said in the matter of fact. Luffy shook his head.

"No," he said as he realised that something was really wrong, and then touched the top of his head; it still hurt from knocking it into the hammock right above him earlier "weird…. Hmm?" then he suddenly saw it. It looked more like a blue and black bracelet than anything else. He raised a brow. "What's this?" he asked and showed it to Nami, who inspected it at once. After a while, she spoke again.

"Luffy, try to stretch your arm to that sofa," Luffy did as she told him without thinking twice, and stretched it… but nothing happened.

"EH? It can't stretch!" he panicked, and tried to do other things, but nothing happened. Nami stared at him, and then stood up and kicked him in the head. "AUCH! NAMI! Why'd you do that?"

"I knew it," she said thoughtfully, and ignored her captain's angry outburst "that bracelet of yours are hindering you to use your gomu gomu power."

"Huh?" Luffy blinked, and then stretched his arm up to her "Then take it off! Take it off!"

"Idiot! I can't!"

"Why the hell not! I want it off, now! Captain's order!"

"Even if it was the order from God himself, I wouldn't even be able to take it off!" Nami said angrily. Luffy stood up, wobbling a little, then stood straight and glared at her.

"Why not?" he roared. Nami blinked in surprise at Luffy's sudden anger outburst, but then only raised her own voice even more.

"BECAUSE IT'S FULL WITH SPIKES THERE GOES STRAIGHT INTO YOUR HAND, YOU IDIOT! PULLING OR RIPPING IT OFF WILL LITTERALLY TEAR OFF YOUR HAND!"

"THEN RIP IT OFF THEN!" he roared back. Nami's anger flamed in her eyes and she hit him hard again, harder than ever before, because now she knew that he could feel it. Luffy fell to the floor, rubbing his head as she stood over him and roared down at him.

"You IDIOT! Have you totally lost your mind? You need a special tool to take it off, or the spikes will go deeper into your skin and-"

"Then just take it off!" He ignored the throbbing pain in his head now, and stood up again. They both stood nose to nose now, glaring into each others eyes, and Nami was once again shocked to see not only anger, but also despair, fear and pain shine in those eyes. "I need to get back! I need to get back to save Sanji and Zoro!" He said, now a bit softer "And then I don't care if it's going to cost me a hand, or even a whole arm," he bit his lips as his thoughts suddenly drifted back to Shanks, the day the red-haired pirate saved his life and paid it with his left arm. "It's just a hand, just an arm," he said, and Nami could see that her captain was now in deep thoughts. She barely heard Franky and Usopp step in to them, nor did she see Chopper slowly wake up and Nicki turn around in Sanji's hammock, but she heard him groan, and then she became aware that they were no longer alone. "Nami, a hand or an arm means nothing to me, if it could save my friends' life."

"But," she looked down, she couldn't tell him. Then heavy steps approached them, and for a split second she hoped it was Zoro who was coming to talk Luffy out of this nonsense, but she knew that he wasn't aboard.

"Captain Luffy?" the deep voice spoke, and all eyes turned to look at the blue-haired man, now standing among them. His voice was hard, clear and strong, but a touch of softness was heard in it too. Luffy didn't move and just looked at him. He was holding something in his large hand; three swords smeared in blood. He knew those swords all too well, and he widened his eyes. William spoke before he was able to do anything other than open up his mouth. "I found these this morning, up in the crows nest," Luffy stepped up, slowly reached out to touch them, but pulled his hands back as if the air around them burned his fingers.

"Zoro," he mumbled, and then got a hard look in his eyes as he looked around himself. Not all of his crew was among him, and even some of them were still sleeping. "What happened here?" he demanded. "Why are we back at The Sunny?" He looked at the person before him, who gave him that same hard look as he gave him, but William didn't speak, it was Nami who said the first words.

"We've been drifting around in some days," she admitted, and Luffy's eyes widened.

"Days?" Nami nodded. "How long?" Nami gnawed on her lips.

"I'm not sure, Luffy, three days, four days," Luffy could only blink in disbelief as she spoke. "But it's only thanks to William, or Zoreo or –what the hell may I call you?"

"William is fine since Zoreo bother you too much," Nami only glared at him, and then looked back at her captain.

"Anyway, idiot here-"

"Hey!"

"-is the one we can thank for even being back at the right course. He was the one steering the ship as I woke up, but… I don't know how we got here in the first place,"

"Hunter's men brought us here!" Pernilla suddenly spoke from the door; her arms crossed over her chest while she leaned up against the doorframe. Everyone looked at her.

"No, it wasn't Hunter's men," William told her. Pernilla raised a brow, but kept her stern look, even as he turned his back to her, and spoke to the others. His hand resting in the sling hanging around his neck clenched and unclenched. He took a deep sigh and then spoke in a more thoughtful voice. "It was… seekers, hunters, call them whatever you want to, but they're coming from the same place as we did. They attacked the skeleton-guy and tied him up, as I came out to take a look, they did the same to me. Talked about 'having other orders', 'had to get us in safe'… then they pulled the anchor up and disappeared." William looked into the young captain's eyes, and then over at his sleeping friend "As I finally got free, the ship was pretty much out of course, so I tried to get it back at the right course, while skeleton-guy took care of your wounds."

"I do mean I have a name," Brook said from behind Pernilla, and looked into the sleeping quarters, but none answered him.

Then Luffy suddenly stretched his arm out to the blue-haired man, with a determined look in his eyes. "Can you get this one off?" William looked down at the bracelet on the kid's arm, and then shook his head.

"A Binder isn't that easy to take off," he told him, "it's normally used to 'bind' demons powers so they can't use them, Nicki has such one on as well," he said and nodded to the sleeping blond. "But this one, I can see, has been decorated with what you call for 'seastones'."

"Just take it off," Luffy said, not caring about what it was or what they normally used it for, all he cared about was to get it off, even if it meant that he had to lose a hand for that, as long as he could get his powers back so he could fight, fight for his two nakama's freedom. William pulled a smile, slowly moved his hand over to his and yanked at the bracelet.

"No!" Nami screamed as the spikes bore deeper into Luffy's hand, who winced, and held her hands up to her mouth to silence a scream.

"Luffy!" burst Usopp out and was about to get over to him to stop him, but Franky's big hand stopped him. He looked up at him, but Franky only shook his head.

"Don't,"

William pulled again, and Luffy gritted his teeth as the spikes sunk deeper and the blood began to run down from his wrist and dripped down on the floor. William smirked even more. "Wouldn't it be more satisfying to punch Hunter's face in with both of your hands, instead of only one?"

"But I can't use my gomu gomu power as long as I got this one on!" Luffy roared up and was about to give it the last hard yank, but was stopped by a larger and much stronger hand. He looked up, irritated.

"That Jonathan-guy has the key, what about getting back first and get that key from him, so you can throw a fit on that shitty tiger-guy? If not, I'll gladly rip your hand off so you can fight, got me?" William released the raven's hand, who pulled it back and embraced the bracelet in his other hand, the spikes were slowly pulling back into the bracelet. He grinned and nodded.

"When will we get there?"

William grinned as well. "Four hours… captain!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-48 hours earlier-

The sound of several whiplashes echoed in the room; as it snapped in the air, and as it cut through wounded flesh. Chains jingled as the whip slashed through the skin, cutting even deeper every time, painting the floor, the walls and the wounded flesh in dark red colours, cutting even deeper until the very bones were exposed.

Hunter stopped and glared at the mutilated body, there hanged in chains from the ceiling in the middle of the room, right before him; angry red marks, deep flesh wounds and red blood oozing out of them decorated the back of the half naked body. He clenched his fist tighter around the whip and let it lash right beside his 'guest's' right ear, deafening him on that ear for some minutes. He gritted his teeth. Still no sounds, no screams, no begging not even a little complain had he heard coming from this stubborn man.

"Your friend was right, when he said that you were a stubborn ass, not easy to break," he said, more satisfied than angry. He walked around the body; no matter how silent he kept, he could see that the hours of whiplashes had drained him of some energy; he just needed to push him a little bit more and the young man would collapse, definitely. He pulled a smile, showing all of his white teeth, as he watched the teen pant and shiver, but the dark eyes kept glaring into his own golden orbs, promising a slow, painful death as soon as his arms get free. Hunter chuckled and took hold of his cheek to look closer at him, his face only a few inches away from the other's. "And you still got that look in your eyes, that… bloodthirsty look. Interesting…!" a blob of viscous blood mixed with spit hit him in between his eyes, and the dark eyes staring at him lit up a little, as a triumphant smirk pulled at his lips.

"Fuck you," the teen croaked with a hoarse voice. Hunter's big hand slammed into the other's jaw, but instead of silencing him, the teen chuckled darkly. When the kid was supposed to scream in pain, he shut up, but when he was supposed to shut the fuck up, he wouldn't! That chuckle of his was getting on his nerves! He stepped back, lifted his whip and let it slide harshly down across the teens face and chest, an angry red mark was drawn at once at the place the whip had touched. Hunter smirked as the teen finally shut his mouth, and instead his lips pulled into a tight thin line over his face, as he forced himself not to scream. Blood ran from his lips as he had bitten them, to stop himself from giving him the satisfaction of screaming out loud.

"You're as stubborn as the devil," noted Hunter, and lashed the whip once again. As he looked closer at the teen, he could see that he was shivering, finally showing some kind of signs of being in pain, but still, he wouldn't mouth it, and that, no, it didn't irritate him as much as it had done before, it more like… thrilled him now. The fun now was to see what would cause him to scream in pain, that whiplashes couldn't. He let his whip lick his reddened chest one more time before he stopped, and pulled a dark, sickening smile. The teen's low chuckle only made him to smile even wider, almost splitting his face into two. "You're awfully in a good mood… Roronoa! Or may I should call you Zoro, like your lovely ex-boyfriend is calling you?"

The satisfied smile there had grown at Zoro's lips, disappeared at once, and a scowl took over his darkening features once again. "What have you done to him?" he asked in a dangerous low voice. He clenched his almost numb hands, stopping himself in moving around too much. Hunter's devilish smile irritated him even more. He knew that son of a bitch only wanted to hear him scream, therefore he did all what he could not to give him that satisfaction, even though it became harder for every time the whip licked his skin. He knew his back didn't look all too well, he knew that the whip had cut through his skin and kissed the bones in his back. His lips trembled, just the thought of it made him sick. He tested his legs to move, but they barely held him to stand up straight, one step and he knew that he would collapse. Damn hell! "Where is he?" he commanded, but his voice cracked; just breathing was painful.

Before he knew it, Hunter stood right beside him and whispered into his left ear, where he knew he could hear him. His hissing voice sent shivers down his spine. "Don't worry, my dear," he teased, and licked away the blood that trickled out from a wound near his throat, Zoro gulped as the tongue stuck deep into his wound, cleaning that little wound completely for all the blood that oozed out of it "he's not that far away from here, actually," he sniffed in the delicious smell of blood and sweat, and kissed his temple, just to have an excuse to taste the raw part of his sweat. Zoro turned his head away, but that only gave Hunter more access to his naked throat, where he felt his teeth scrape lightly over his skin "your dearest ex-fucker," Zoro growled at this "is right behind you."

Zoro froze at this news and tried to turn his head to see him, but the demonstration only make his wounds on his back to open up even more. He gritted his teeth and only came out with a choked gulp. But still he didn't give up; he wanted to see him, just a little glimpse of him. And out of the corner of his eyes, he saw him. Just as Hunter had said, Sanji sat behind him and watched him, tied up to the wall, and looked more dead than alive. His skin was pale, even paler than normal, almost grey, he had dark shadows under his visible eye, and had an empty look in his visible faint-blue eye. It more looked like he had been thrown into that wall, than placed, the way he sat.

"Sanji," he whispered, shocked to see him like this. Sanji didn't react. "Sanji!" he called this time, but he still got no reaction, he just sat there, staring, like he was in a daze or as if he was de-

No, he shook his head; he couldn't even think that word.

"SANJI!" he roared this time, but still got no answers, not even a blink. He turned his head fast to glare at Hunter, when he heard him chuckle darkly. "The hell you've done to him, you bloody mother fucker?"

Hunter kicked his legs away underneath him, and his sudden deadweight pulled hard in his arms; his legs felt so weak, that he couldn't even make it to stand up straight again and just hanged there in his arms, cutting off the circulation of his blood up to his hands fully. "You're awfully full-mouthed right now, just like your fuck-doll over there was, until I gave him something there made him a prisoner in his own body. Oh yes~, Zoro, he's watching you all right, I promised him that, but, he just can't do anything other than sit there and stare at you. It'll last for ten minutes more I think, plenty of time to break you,"

"You really think that you can break me that easy?" he more growled than said. Hunter smiled again.

"Oh yes, it's easy, if you know just the right way to do it,"

Zoro looked over at Sanji's silent body; he could see him, he had been watching him all this time? And yet, he was forced to just stare, and not being able to do anything other than just watch him getting humiliated like this. 'At least they gave him some pants on this time'

"Now, shall we proceed from where we left?" he walked behind him and kicked his sole into one of his deepest wounds. Zoro choked on a scream, but refused to let it out.

"Nothing," Zoro panted, still looking at Sanji; what was he thinking in just this very moment? "Nothing, what you'll do to me," he swallowed as a excuse to stop his voice to break "is nothing, compared to, what you've done to, him,"

Hunter thought for a moment, and licked his lips. "True," he said and then walked away to soon return back with something in his hands. It wasn't the whip, but something bigger, and something much smaller. "Then let's see when you will break, though I can inform you that he screamed so lovingly loud when I did this!" Hunter's hand suddenly smacked into his back and rubbed something around, into his wounds. Zoro's eyes widened so much until the end where it felt like they were about to pop out of his head. He breathed in sharp and gritted his teeth, only that small sound left his mouth. It felt like his body was on fire, as more salt was rubbed into his wounds, he almost couldn't hold back his screams anymore. He heard something sparkle, like electricity, and his heart stopped beating for a second. What was it? Was it…? No way… or was it? He soon got his answer as two thick needles speared into his back, and he couldn't help but scream out loud, as electricity shot through his body and made his body jolt in pain, the blood in his wounds boil, he literally could hear his blood bubble as the salt even melted inside of it.

Hunter pulled the electro gun away and gave the teen a satisfied look. He smiled as he saw his body spasm and rubbed even more salt into his deep wounds.

Zoro's screams ripped in his own ears and echoed in the small room, making it sound even louder than before. He barely saw Sanji's lips move, he almost couldn't hear Sanji whisper his name among his own bloodcurdling screams, as that electro-thing stuck into him again, more painful than before. He forced his jaw to shut close, but the pain was too much as the salt and the electricity put his flesh and inner organs on fire, or so it felt like. He heard something click and that thing being stab deeper into him, and he this time could compare the pain with one of Enel's strongest electricity-attacks. Hell, it felt even worse than that, almost compared to that pain-bubble that Kuma had 'pushed' out of Luffy's body, back then at Thriller Bark.

His vision turned white, his eyes turned into the back of his head and he was buried in pain for what felt like hours and hours of torture. He couldn't breathe! He couldn't move at all, he was paralysed, and his body only jolted and spasm on its own, against his own will. For the first time ever, he wished that he could just faint now, lose consciousness and fall into the land of dreams… and hell, he was so close to do just that! But the only problem was that if he did so, he wouldn't know what that Hunter-psycho would do towards Sanji, now when he would be done 'playing' with him.

He breathed in sharp breath of air, but the air he inhaled felt like it was of pure fire, and burned in his throat. He didn't know for how long he had been hanging there, he didn't know when Hunter had pulled that electro-thingy away or for how long both he and Sanji had watched him hanging and spasm like that. His jaw wouldn't cooperate as he wanted it to work, but finally he managed to open his mouth and lick his dry lips, even though that his mouth and throat felt as dry as Alabana's desert; it was raw and it hurt from all the loud screams that had forced out of his throat. Finally when he could hear his own heartbeat beating in his ears, he managed to breathe somewhat normally.

Hunter chuckled behind him, and hummed in a sadistic satisfied tone, then, he laughed out loud, like the maniac he was. "Impressive, kid, you're still awake?" Zoro glared his way, even though he couldn't see him; the coward kept hiding behind his back.

"F-fuck y-y-you," Zoro stuttered, panting all the while, and groaned at the weakness his words held in them. "g-go to h-he-ell!" Damn it! That electricity had made him stutter like a weakling! He took a deep breath and looked up into the maniac's eyes, which now stood right in front of him, and glared up at him. "You really think that this is enough to break me d-down?" He chuckled darkly, even so the demonstration hurt like a bitch. Hunter raised a brow.

"I thought not… even so that I gave you a taste of the highest level of my little electro-gun, even more than what I gave your little whore over there."

Zoro's lips turned down immediately and he glared even meaner up at him. "Call him that one more time, you freaking psycho," he threatened in a dangerous low voice, "and I'll rip your bloody windpipe out of your throat!"

"Now, who's the 'psycho' here, hmm?" Hunter chuckled again, and before Zoro could answer him back, he was cut down and fell face first into the ground. "You really love him, don't you?" it wasn't really a question, and Zoro tried to turn around so he could see where he was. He barely could see him out of the corner of his eyes, standing in front of Sanji, who slowly was 'waking up'; his breathing was deeper, his fingers twitched a little, and the light in his visible blue eye returned back. "Even though I got that bitch to give you that serum, you still managed to withstand it in the end and find your so called 'love' to him again." Hunter wasn't talking to him or anyone else; it was more like he was talking to himself right now. Then, after a while of just watching the blond slowly returning back to normal, working with his mouth so he could speak properly, Hunter pulled another one of his sadistic smiles. "How… interesting!"

Sanji yelped as he suddenly was grabbed by the hair and dragged across the floor, and was thrown to the floor right in front of Zoro. He tried to get up, but that serum-thingy was still messing with him, so he barely could push himself up without falling a couple of times.

"You… fucker…!" Zoro heard the blond mumble, knowing it was directed to the freak, who was walking away from them to get something from his bag.

"Yo, Sanji," he said quietly, and coughed a little. Sanji didn't move for a moment, then he finally looked up at him, and Zoro couldn't point out what that face was saying. The cook opened his mouth to say something, but instead hissed as Hunter had gotten back and pulled him up by his hair.

"Then," Hunter said and Zoro just saw the glimpse of a needle before it was stung into the cook's throat

"What are you-" began the swordsman and tried to stand up, but his back protested and forced him to stay still.

Sanji kept all still as well, fear lighted out of his visible eye as he felt the dull pain from the serum floating out into his veins, and suddenly it stung like hell. Then suddenly his eyes turned into the back of his head and he fell to the floor with a loud THUD as Hunter let go of him. Zoro looked perplexed at the panting unconscious blond laying right in front of him. He reached out his hand, ignoring his protesting back where the last pieces of salt that hadn't melted into his blood and was still paining his back, to touch Sanji's slumbered shoulder. It was the first contact in between them without Zoro trying to kill him or hurt him as much as possible.

No way possible that Sanji could forgive him just yet, for all that shit he had put him through.

Then looking from the blond he glared furiously up at the smirking red-head.

"You-!" he said with a dreadful voice, venom dripping off the single word he spoke. Hunter's smile was just begging to be ripped away, and Zoro would gladly do that.

"What would you do if the table turned?" The swordsman furrowed his brows even more.

"What are you up for?" he asked suspiciously, not liking where this was going at. That bloody smile of his pulled up almost all the way up to his eyes, as Hunter looked back down at him.

"What would you do if he became the 'psycho'?" There was humour in his voice as he spoke, and Zoro didn't like it one bit. Unconsciously his hand had dropped down from the cook's shoulder, and was now fumbling with the blond hair, dirty from blood and… something else that he couldn't see what was, but that straw of hair his fingers had grasped, was the only left from the dirt and was still as golden and soft as he remembered. Something deep in his guts told him that he should be scared as hell for whatever would come up next. "Would you still 'love' that-"

"Don't you dare say it!"

"-whore?" Zoro opened his mouth, ready to roar back, his one hand was already about to push himself up from the ground to jump up and attack that mother fucker freak, but a strange cough from the blond right in front of him stopped him from whatever he was about to say, and made him turn his head immediately to look down at him.

Sanji shuddered, he felt so strangely cold. He coughed again. His throat contracted, and his hands were sweating. It almost felt like he was coming down with a sudden fever. The voices around him sounded more like indifferent mumbles; he could hear what they said, but he didn't care about what they were saying, it didn't matter to him. Somehow, he felt like that he was waiting for something, like, waiting for some kind of an order.

He shook his head and then he heard a familiar voice speak to him. He looked up, but couldn't see anything, then he realised that his eyes still were closed and he opened them, even though he could only look out of the right eye. The first thing he saw was something green, and he thought that he was looking at some weird plant. But as the familiar voice came from that 'plant' he blinked, rubbed his eye and looked again. Oh! No it wasn't a plant, but something really close to it.

He moistened his mouth and parted his lips. But the words wouldn't come out. Instead he reached his hand out, wanting to know that what he saw was real, and not some kind of illusion. His hand came in contact, and as another bigger and steadier hand grabbed his pale one, he realised that it was shaking. He pulled away just to hide it. How embarrassing!

"Sanji!" he widened his eyes as his name was mentioned by another voice, a voice that he had been waiting to hear, and pulled all his attention to that voice.

"Keep away from him!" He heard Zoro roar, his vision clearing and he saw said swordsman being kicked away, just far enough so they couldn't reach each other.

"Listen!" he was ordered, and he listened carefully, even though that he didn't want to, he wanted to pull away and beat that mother fucker into a pulp instead. He knew who was talking, he knew who it was that was whispering into his ear, pulling him by his hair, forcing him to only keep his attention to that bloody psycho's voice. "Listen carefully, Sanji!" his own name sent a jolt through his body. He panted. Something was really wrong with him, and he felt the heat turn back to his body, which was stiff and paralyzed, waiting for the next words to come, though something deep inside of him told him that he didn't want to hear it, that he would regret it. "That serum I gave you just now," Hunter now said in his normal voice, still close to the chef's ear "does that kind of things to you that you'll do what I'll tell you to do. Can you feel the heat? Can you feel the need?"

'Yes, I can feel it, you damn mother fucker! It hurts like hell!" he wanted to say, but kept silent. Zoro was yelling something, but he couldn't hear what he said.

"It does that kind of thing to you that you'll hunt for that need until you've satisfied it. Get me where I'm going?" Sanji widened his eyes. He had a really bad feeling about this, and swallowed hard as he mentioned his name again. Was he scared? Was he afraid of what was coming up next? "Listen up," Hunter's voice whispered into his ear "right now you're gonna…"

Sanji swallowed hard.

"Rape and torture him!"

His heart beat an extra time, louder than normal, and pounded in his ears. His fingers where itching, itching to do something… to do that! What the hell was wrong with him?

Hunter chuckled and stood up, Sanji couldn't keep his eyes from him, he couldn't believe those feelings which were slowly building up inside of him. "You won't be able to think of anything else, other than that, before you've satisfied that need."

His ears were ringing; they hurt for every time his heart made a beat. Fingers pulling, his nails scraped the floor underneath him. It hurt. It hurt so much… to resist.

'What's… wrong, with me…?'

"Gwahaha! It hurts, doesn't it kid?" laughed Hunter, who slowly stepped over to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs, that still stood inside of this else so empty room. Only a bed, two tables and a couple of chairs were left, the rest had been thrown out. "It hurts to resist the urge, doesn't it? Bwaha! You won't be able to stop before you've satisfied that urge! You'll keep haunting after it, till you're satisfied!"

"Oi! The hell you've done to him?" Zoro roared, not quite getting what was going on, but had a feeling about that it was really bad. Sanji was sitting and crouching over the floor, both arms wrapped around his stomach, the one holding tighter than the other, like he was having a really painful stomach-ache. He stood up, ignored the pain in his back and stepped over to the blond to check up on him. "Sanji? You okay?" he asked, even though it was clearly that he wasn't okay. He never lowered his eyes from the ever smirking Hunter.

"Urgh! H-hurts…!" Zoro raised a brow and after one last glare he looked down at the blond.

"What he'd done to you?"

"Ghah… fuck…!"

"Sanji?"

"Don't!" the blond snapped and slapped his hand away as Zoro tried to touch his shoulder. The swordsman looked surprised at him. Then, he saw bandages underneath his shirt, and lifted it up. "Don't touch me!" Sanji panicked and pushed himself away from the swordsman, who had a more serious face.

"What he'd done to your arm?"

Sanji didn't answer and just kept on getting further away from the wondering swordsman, pushing himself away with his feet in front of him until his back met the wall. He panted as he stared at his friend.

"Right now you gonna… rape and torture him!" Hunter's words echoed in his head. He could feel that he was shaking, all over the body.

"Cook!" Zoro was getting closer to him again. He took a deep shuddering breath, and pressed himself further up against the wall. Somehow he could smell Zoro's blood and sweat, and it… turned him on, on a really bad way.

'I want to hurt him… no… what am I thinking?' His head was hurting and pounding so much, like that evening when Zoro had smashed his head into the mast.

"…You won't be able to stop,"

"Zoro," he panted, running a hand over his face to cover his eyes from the sight of the swordsman, who was now sitting right in front of him. Hunter's words kept repeating itself in his mind, while Hunter himself sat in his damn chair and chuckled at it all.

"…before you've satisfied that urge!"

"Get…" he swallowed hard, his mouth felt so damn dry, and his heart kept on beating even faster.

"You'll keep haunting after it," Sanji gritted his teeth and clenched his trembling fist; the wounds on his arm reopened and bleed through both the bandages and his shirt. It hurt… it hurt so much to resist the urge! "…till you're satisfied!"

He took a deep breath. "Get the hell out of here… Zoro!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-Back to present time-

"Luffy, would you please stop gnawing on that bracelet all the time? You'll end up biting your own arm off instead!"

"Bwu a bwand e ouf, Nuamih!"

"Stop talking while having that thing in your mouth, your idiot!" Nami hit him hard in the face, enough to make him let go of that bracelet… and enough to make him fall to the ground, unconscious. "Ups! I forgot that you're more sensitive now when you don't have your rubber-power."

"Uh, Nami… I think that you broke his nose," said Usopp nervously, as he watched the unconscious captain's nose bleeding like it never had done before, and bite his lips.

"Na, he'll get over it. At least he stopped gnawing on that thing all the time," Nami shrugged, like it was nothing special. Usopp shuddered.

'I'm on the same ship as the devil!' he thought, but never dared to speak it out loud.

Nami ignored him and Chopper, who suddenly came running up to Luffy to check up on him if he even still was alive. Honestly, she didn't hit him that hard. She looked up at the blond who stood with his back to them all, smoking on his fifteenth cigarette since he woke up just a couple of hours ago. She had never seen him like this before, nor had she seen him smoke this much; normally he smoked even less than Sanji ever did, but this time it was the complete opposite; he was smoking even more than Sanji normally would do. She approached him carefully, she knew that his blue-haired nakama, who had his buddy build up like Zoro's and apparently wasn't as weak as he looked like now when he was sick and wounded, followed her every step as she got closer to his blond nakama, with his strong and always aware gaze.

"Hey, Nicki," she began slowly, when she leaned over the railing as well, right beside him. Nicki looked at her from the corner of his visible brown eye, just to ensure that it was him that she was talking to –even though there was no one else on board of this ship with the same name as he-, and then looked back out at the water surrounding them.

"Hey," came a weak answer out from his lips, which could have easily been drowned by Franky's and Brook's loud talk about… something, not so far away. She sighed, she knew of what and of whom he was thinking at, Pernilla was just about the same wreck as him.

"You know, he's all okay," she tried to cheer him up with, but Nicki only grunted in answer. Nope, definitely not like his mirror-image, Sanji. His name gave her a bad taste in her mouth and made her shudder. She must have said something, a weird sound or such, because the blond, whose hair she only now saw in the light of the sun was much brighter than Sanji's hair, looked alerted at her.

"You okay?" he asked carefully. She couldn't stop herself from laughing at him, which caused his brow to rise up a little and looked at her like he felt offended by her sudden outburst, or just utterly confused.

"Idiot~! It was me who came to ask you about that." Nicki just blinked at her, and then looked away. Okay, now he definitely must feel pretty offended, the way he huffed and sighed right after, but before she ever made to open up her mouth to say something, Nicki spoke instead.

"I'm just worried, that's all." he said. He was still speaking like he was afraid that they would be heard by anyone else. "Both for him," he nodded his head at the sea, like pointing out where the person of whom he spoke about was, and looked at the young navigator "and them." Nami nodded in understanding. "Hunter is a sick son of a bitch, just look at what he makes people do for him, and what he's doing to those he gets his fingers at." She knew of who he was talking about, and looked at William as an example. William's eyes burned back at her, like beating her from saying anything to him, Pernilla told her earlier that it was the shame of being so weak –that was why he refused her to heal his wounds and broken arm-, and then finally looked away.

"Oliver is smart," she said slowly, like she was thinking each words through before speaking them out, it wasn't like she knew the kid well, but enough to know what she was talking about "stupid sometimes, idiotic too, but he's smart enough to not get caught. He knows what he's doing, ne?" she gave him one of her foxy smiles, and as his lips trembled a little before pulling up to a real smile, she couldn't stop herself from smiling whole-heartedly either.

"Thanks," was all he said, but it was enough too. She caught William's satisfied smile turned at her, like he was saying that she did it well, and couldn't stop but feeling proud of herself.

But deep inside, William knew that Nicki was still worrying like hell about the wellbeing of their little friend, but was just a bit more careful not to show it now… he himself did just the same. He looked out at the horizon where he just barely could see the shadow of an island, and sighed. 'Don't do anything stupid now… Oliver…!' he growled silently.

"Where the hell are you, kid?"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-47 hours and 30 minutes earlier-

'There's no one around here!' Oliver rolled his eyes and sighed 'Just 'great'!'

"That's just fucking 'great'! Anybody who'll be so nice and GET ME OUT OF THESE DAMN ROPES, BEFORE I'LL RIP THIS PLACE DOWN?" Oliver roared, and tried to free himself from that chair he had been bound to, and glared up at the Den Den-surveillance camera, which was staring right down at him. "I BLOODY KNOW THAT YOU CAN HEAR ME AND SEE ME, YOU DAMN FREAKS!" He made such a jump in the chair, that the chair threatened to tip over, but that only made him glare even meaner up at that freaking camera-thing. Who the hell had ever heard about people using snails as surveillance cameras? Honestly?

"Nowh nowh, litthle Olihver," Oliver almost snapped his neck as he turned his head to the direction where the voice had come from, and glared at the red-haired idiot who stepped into the room. How could he ever have been so stupid to get caught so easily? "You're so full of temperr todayh… just likeh back then you came and 'vi-si-ted' us the first time." The man chuckled.

"You!" Oliver said in a dreadful voice, "WHERE THE HELL IS MY HAT, MAXIBON?"

"It's MAX, you damn ungrratefull kidd!" Max roared back and stomped on the ground, like a mad five-year-old-child. Oliver blinked as he saw the plaster over the man's nose, and suddenly had an idea of what had happened to him. He chuckled and smirked devilishly at him.

"You know, Maxibon,"

"MAX!"

"…white does really suit your face. What? Did the plastic surgery go completely wrong, or did you run into a wall and smashed your nose so it swelled to the double size?" joked Oliver. Max growled from the back of his throat and suddenly flung forward to grab the teen's hair, yanking so hard at it that the chair tipped and the blue-blond teen was only hanging by his hair. Oliver screamed in pain and tried to get a foothold, without any luck.

"You're qhuite the snapha today, arint youh?"

"Let go! Let go, damn it, you damn Nose-whisper! Auch!"

Max chuckled darkly and pulled him further up so they were almost nose to nose. "Youh forgot what I dihd to youh last dime, Oliver?"

Something cold ran down along the blue-blonds' back as the words were mentioned, and Oliver stopped trashing around, like he tried to take in what the words actually meant, and why it even made him so scared as well! Max leaned close in to him and whispered into his ear.

"That's right, you jumped out from that three-story-building and hit your head pretty bad, am I not right? You lost your memories for a time, and it seems like that not all of them have returned back to you." Max chuckled deep down from his throat and threw Oliver back so the chair tipped fully over and landed on his hands which were tied behind the chair. Oliver screamed as he felt something break in his left hand.

'Oh FUCK!'

The red-haired man stepped over him and stared down at the blue-blond, who tried to remove his weight from his hands, pulled a long sick smile. "Then let me have the pleasure to remind you of what you have forgotten, Oliver Y. Jameson…!"

Oliver gulped, his eyes widened and he shivered visibly.

'I have a really bad feeling about this…!'

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

"Sanji! Oi Sanji, you hear me? Cook! The hell is wrong with you?" Zoro shook him even more violently, but Sanji just kept on pressing his hands harder against his ears, squeezed his eyes tighter together, and pressed himself harder up against the wall and his throbbing head against his knees; sitting in a foetal position and gasping for air, while the marimo still wouldn't listen to him and get the hell out of there. "You're burning!" he barely heard him mumble, but Hunter's loud laughter in the background was unfortunately easier to hear.

"Stop resisting, kid, you're only making it even worse for yourself!" he heard him chuckle, and then shifted in his chair.

He barely could hear his own voice as he, through gritted teeth, for a hundred and seven times begged the swordsman to get the hell out of there. But the stubborn ass wouldn't move, and just sat there and tried to get in contact with him. The blood rushed in his ears, while his pulse beat loudly in his whole body, like in tact to a drummer's music that hit his drums faster and harder for each second that went.

"Haaah…"

'I want to violate,

I want to violate,

I want to violate!

I want to hurt someone so bad…

No… I want to hurt HIM so bad! Watch his blood run from his wounds, taste it, drink it… see his fear shining out of his stony eyes, see his tears running in streams… watch him cry like a little baby…'

"Hnng!" he almost broke his own neck as he pressed his head further down to his stomach. 'No, NO! What the hell am I thinking?

I want to violate!

No! I don't want to!

I want to hear his screams of pain, his screams of mercy!

No…!

Taste his blood, lick it from his beaten body… the 'meat' has to be handled with care…

"Stop this shit!" he murmured into his legs and stomach, shivering visibly.

"Sanji…?" he heard Zoro ask… nervously?

Mmm! His sweat and blood smells so good~

Shut it!

I want to hurt him! I want to hurt him till he won't be able to walk anymore!

Don't TOUCH him! Hunter… Hurt HUNTER!

Zooroo~!

Sanji bit his lips till they bleed, but the taste of blood only worsened it. He heard himself chuckle and tried to force himself to shut his mouth.

"Cook…?"

"Get the hell out of here, Zoro…!" panted the blond, his voice sounding hoarse and dry.

"No! Not without you, you idiot! I told you that a hundredth times already!" Sanji chuckled. So stupid this idiot was~. Zoro raised a brow. "What the fuck are you laughing at, all of a sudden? What's so funny?" Zoro could practically feel Hunter smirk from his chair, as a long sharp butcher-knife came skidding over to the blond, almost cutting into his hip. Sanji's one hand released its grasp around his head, and slowly landed at the shining big knife. The cold chuckle coming from the cook send shivers down Zoro's spine, and for the first time ever, he wished that he had listened to the curl-brow.

"You really wanna know~?" the blond chef said playfully in a sucker-sweet way; it sound so sweet that you almost could vomit at it. Then he chuckled again, and the swordsman pulled a bit away from the blond.

"San…?"

"Fufufufu!" his long thin fingers fallowed the edge of the sharp blade of the knife, and then clenched his fingers around the wooden haft and lifted the knife slowly up so it scratched along the floor. "Meat need to be prepared with care, if you want it to have the right taste, it need time and patience and you need to have the right spices with you…"

"What? The heck are you talking about? You lost it or something?"

"Fufufu!"

Zoro shivered visibly and pulled himself even further away from the cook, who slowly raised his head up from his legs. The other hand slid down to the floor, laid all dead there. One dark blue eye looked up at him from the golden bangs that covered the most of his face, and a wicked smile grew on his lips.

In that moment…

"If you wanna know…"

…Sanji lost himself to the darkness.

"…then let me show you! Fufufu…!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

Zoro ran as fast as his legs could handle. He almost fell as he turned around another corner, and hurried to get up in full speed again. His back arched and complained about the movements it was forced to make, and he even felt that some of the wounds that had healed, once again reopen and start bleeding again, the blood trailing down his back felt cold against his fevered skin.

Sanji had definitely gone completely mad now. Whatever it was that Hunter gave him; Sanji wasn't someone that you could talk sanely with. He had to get to him, he had to talk with him, hold him down just until that serum-thing would be out of his body. But, he couldn't harm him, not again, just the thought of it made him sick down in his guts. Sanji didn't want this, he knew the idiot all too well, and therefore he didn't deserve to be hurt more. So… how the hell to get a psychopath, who wanted to kill you, down without hurting him? Well, until he found out the answer to that, he couldn't do anything but run, no way was he letting him do the things that Hunter wanted him to do! He wasn't that stupid.

He stopped as he suddenly realised that he had come to a dead end.

"Zoro~chwan~!" he heard the blond call in his dangerous sucker sweet voice, that gave him goose pimples all over his body. Damn it! How fast did that idiot even walk? It seemed like no matter how fast he ran the idiot would still be walking just some few feet behind him. The sound of the bare feet padding down one of the corridors made his heart race. Fuck! Where to go?

He hurried into one of the hotel rooms and locked the door. No good solution, but if he was lucky, the cook would search one of the other rooms, while he could sneak out and attack him from behind. He pressed his ear close to the wooden door, and waited.

There were no other sounds other than the sound of his racing heart, and he cursed it for being so loud. 'Be quiet, damn it!' He took a deep breath, and then breathed out slowly, doing this a couple of times before he could concentrate on other sounds than what his heart came with.

He finally could hear the calm steps as the chef slowly padded down the corridor, coming in his direction. The sound of the sharp knife scratching roughly against the wall, as the chef dragged the sharp item over the wooden surface, almost drowned the sound of his silent steps. The nearer the cook came, the faster and louder beat the swordsman heart again. He swallowed and clenched his hand into a tight fist there leaned against the door. 'Go into another room! Go into another room!' he begged the blond in his mind.

Suddenly the sound of naked feet padding down the stone floor, and the sound of the knife violating the wall suddenly stopped. Zoro barely dared to breathe as he listened carefully, but there was nothing to hear from the other side of the door. Where the hell was he all of a sudden? He waited for a long time, but didn't dare to open the door to take a look; what if the psycho-cook stood just outside this door? No, how should he ever know what room he went in to? He wasn't there as he ran into it, right?

The silence stretched for what felt like hours, and it made the swordsman even more nervous. Something wasn't right here! Where was that cook all of a sudden?

"Fufufu," as the all too familiar chuckle suddenly came from behind him, and as a pale soft hand a half second later sneaked around his throat from behind, caressing it gently, Zoro froze and his heart stopped. "What's this?" the hoarse voice spoke softly into his ear, and blew hot air into it "no where else to run? Hmm~?" the edge of the sharp knife danced playfully from his chest and went further down. A tongue stuck out and licked one of the many wounds that decorated the swordsman's back, and pressed into the one running just over his one shoulder blade, while his one hand caressed his throat and jaw and the other holding the knife went even further down till it stopped right before his groin. Zoro snapped for air.

"Stop this, Sanji," he panted and swallowed as the knife pressed harder against his manhood, almost pressing through the only clothes that kept him from being naked.

"Hmm-fufu~! The only time you're mentioning my name, is whenever it has to do with this one," the pressure of the knife increased to point out what he spoke about, and then the nails scraped down the swordsman's throat.

Zoro swallowed and licked his lips while his brain was racing to figure out how to get out of this mess, without harming the cook. "Stop…!" he said in a hoarse voice, cursing himself for sounding so weak and tried to give it more volume "you… won't do this, you're stronger than this, Sanji… fight it!"

"Oh, but it's just so tempting to do sooo much to you~, when you're all like this~," Sanji nuzzled his nose through the short green hair and gave the swordsman a light teasing bite in the neck. Mmm~, how he wanted to see some more blood colouring that gorgeous skin of his, he so much wanted to hear him scream, watch him break slowly down. He pressed his hips into the swordsman's ass and moved his hips up and down, rubbing him. Oh how he so much wanted, no needed to press his cock into that tight ass of his and fuck him raw, fast and brutally. The body before him stiffened as it felt his hardening cock rub against his ass again.

"No…!" stated the swordsman -he sounded just so angsty- and then tried to push him off him, but Sanji only pressed harder against him, trapping him up against the door. "Sanji, stop this!" so panicked he sounded, and oh how he shivered as he licked his way to taste the sweat forming at the marimo's neck.

"No," he whispered to him, and ran the knife teasingly around the man's cook, making sure to press a bit too hard now and then, just to hear him snap for air when the blade cut through those boxers and touched the heated flesh. He wanted to touch. He wanted to hear his voice. He ran his fingers teasingly down along the muscled man's violated back, feeling the sticky blood that was slowly drying again, and stuck all of his fingers into the wounds and squeezed as hard as possible.

"Argh-!" Zoro barely managed to choke his own scream, and instead came out with a loud wheeze, as he felt the fingers go further into his back.

"Scream," stated the cook simply and squeezed even harder while pulling in the broken flesh as well, feeling the blood running down his hand. Another stronger squeeze and Zoro finally broke and screamed out loud of both the pain… and the pain in his heart that told him that it was the man that he loved who did this to him. Forget sanity that tried to tell him that Sanji was drugged and somehow forced to do this. "More," commanded the blond, and ripped in the wounds, making the string of skin to tear and snap over. He drank in Zoro's screams and hummed at the lovely sounds. He never thought that he ever would admit it, but now he understood why Hunter wanted him to scream so much; it was so intoxicating, so lovely to listen to, and he hummed by the thought what else he could do to make this marimo to scream even more.

He wanted to hear more, much more of that wonderful voice of his.

Before he could do anything else Zoro pushed him roughly away with his body and stumbled to the other side of the room. Panting as he secured a good distance between the two of them.

Sanji chuckled. So, the marimo wanted to play 'the precious catch'? Well then, that was fine with him. He lifted his head slowly up and met the gaze of the other. So many emotions floated in those dark eyes, seemed like the sword-boy didn't know how to feel or react to this? It amused him to see him like this. Sanji moved his left hand up to his mouth, he breathed hot air at his fingers, ignoring the pain that almost paralyzed his arm –funny that pain felt so good in the moment - and stuck his tongue out to lick the blood away that coloured his pale hand, all the while he kept his blue gaze at the swordsman. He hummed at the taste; it tasted like iron and salt, not a good taste, but knowing that it came from this man gave it funny enough a really good taste. Perhaps it was just his mind lying to him? Perhaps it actually did taste like shit, but his mind just couldn't understand that? He couldn't even place the taste; sweet? Bitter? He licked his own fingers clean, while watching the horror wash over the other's face. He wanted to taste more! Much more of him!

Sanji took a slow step towards him, while the other took a step back, getting closer to the open window that he earlier had crawled in through to surprise the swordsman. A mischievous smile was brought up on his lips as an idea came to his mind. Oh, how funny this would get.

Zoro panted while he tried to make his brain function properly to come up with any ideas. The mischievous smile that suddenly came up on the blonds' lips, send a cold shiver through his body, as he watched him step closer up to him. Okay then, if he wanted to get out of here alive, and take the blond down without killing him, he had to hurt him, there were no other options other than to attack him and take him down. 'I have to watch out for that knife of his,' he reminded himself about as he still could feel some few drops of blood running down from the little scratch he had got just above his manhood. God, he was lucky that the knife didn't cut it off him; since he had an idea about that the cook didn't have to lay much pressure on it to make fatal things with it. In a cook's hands, a knife was as deadly a weapon, as a sword was in a swordsman's hand.

He felt the wall touch his back, apparently he had unconsciously stepped away from the blond who stepped even closer to him, until his back had met the wall. Just that little touch made him wince; it hurt so much! He couldn't see how much damage had been done to his back, but then again, he really didn't want to know. All that blood that where printed at the wall as he stepped to the one side –he knew that the cook was trying to corner him-, told him more than enough. So, if he had to take the blond down, it was now or never!

Zoro gave a hard push to the wall behind him and targeted at the blond. Sanji stopped and looked amused at him, watching him grinning only pissed off the swordsman even more.

"Get to your senses, you idiot!" he roared and threw a fist out to smash it into the blonds' face. He didn't knew if it was the pain in his back, or if it was the sudden flashback of him grabbing the blonds' head and smashing it into the mainmast, back at the Sunny, that slowed him so he only hit air, or if it really just was the cook that had gotten very fast lately, as the said person suddenly stood right behind him. Zoro turned around immediately and threw another fist out, barely hitting his head, but the cook was suddenly gone again, and his fingers only slid through silky-soft hair. When had he got that blood washed out of his hair? Screw that! He didn't have time to think about such kind of things!

He twirled around, just in time to ward of the kick with his arms crossed in front of him, but the force still sent pain spreading from his back. He gritted his teeth, and attacked again. This fight was not like their normal fights, after they had bickered at each other and wanted to point out their meanings through fists, swords and kicks. No, this fight was far from those fights; Sanji had somehow gotten even faster than normal, and even stronger. Zoro had a hard time dodging the kicks in time and barely held up with the cook. Fuck! This just couldn't be true!

A split-second too slow, because he was thinking too much, was enough time for the cook to dodge down from the hit, and serve the swordsman a low-kick; sending him to the floor. Zoro screamed out as his body slammed down to the cold floor, landing at his back. He felt a sickening pain shot through his spine, making his head spin and paralyzing him long enough for the blond sit down atop of him, and smirking down at him. Zoro wanted to move, he wanted to throw that cook off him, but somehow his back protested loudly against that, and forced his arms and legs to stay still. Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

"Fufufu! Gone tired already, ma~ri~mo~?" the cook sang and chuckled again; the chuckle gave the swordsman the creeps!

"Get. Off!" he hissed through gritted teeth, but Sanji paid his words no attention at all.

"Now, what to do to make sure that you won't run away from me again…?" The cook said, like was he asking the swordsman for any good answers. His sickening smile grew larger on his lips as he slowly stood up, and before Zoro could question him what the hell he was doing, he felt a new pain shoot up through his leg, as the sick sound of bones crack echoed in the room, as the chef stepped hard down at his leg, breaking it swiftly with one hard step. Zoro had no more restrains; he was tired and didn't want this shit anymore, and screamed out loud again. The blond hummed in satisfaction, like was he tasting some good old wine.

"F-fuck!" the swordsman said through gritted teeth, and shut his eyes closed, the light in the room, the sight of the ever smirking cook, somehow gave him the urge to throw up; the darkness calmed him… a little. He wheezed and tried to control the tears that forced their way out of the corners of his eyes. "Damn it!"

Sanji licked his lips. Oh this sound, the sound of pain, the sound of hopelessness touching just the little of the corner of Zoro's words and screams. So lovely. He looked the swordsman up and down who writhed in pain and gasped for air. Air… how would he react if he suddenly wasn't allowed to get more of that? Sanji sat down on the swordsman's abdomen, said person barely felt him as he tried to push away the sickening feeling floating both in his right leg and his back. Sanji touched the swordsman's throat with ghostlike touches, the man stiffened under his touch, and then, letting go of the knife in his other hand to grab the throat with that one as well, he squeezed, cutting off his air supply. Zoro's eyes flew open and stared shocked up at the cook, whose smile only grew bigger.

Fingers slowly crawled up to push his hands away, as he pressed harder, tightened his grasp even more, pain and horror floated in those grey eyes, as the same fingers fought to prey his hands away. No use.

"Sa…?"

No use at all. That face, that expression was priceless!

"San… ji…?" Nails scratched his skin, tore it, blood was colouring his hands now, but he didn't care. The body underneath him suddenly found its strength again and trashed around, fighting to get him off, but Sanji kept still, clamped his legs down the sides of the other to keep him still. The swordsman's lips slowly turned blue, it was a weird colour, didn't really fit to his green hair and pale face. Eyes widened so much that Sanji swore that they soon would pop out of his head, mouth opening and closing, gasping for that air that it so much needed but couldn't get. Small teardrops collected in the swordsman's eyes, as the fingers trying to prey his hands off went weaker, and were slowly closing, the body starting to become still underneath him… but… this wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he needed! He wanted something else! This, this was too easy. Something was wrong.

His fingers released the throat and the swordsman immediately fell into a fit of coughing and gasping for the much needed air. Sanji stood up, circled around the swordsman who turned over on his side to breathe in the air properly. He shivered, his hands were trembling, and not only Zoro's… but Sanji felt his own body shiver and his own hands trembling. A voice deep inside of him that he soon killed screamed in horror and sorrow.

He felt his head spinning, his left arm prickling, burning for being used so much against its own will. His fingers cramped; he clenched his fist and threw it into the wall, shocking the swordsman who just slowly was gathering more consciousness. What the hell was wrong with him? What was that feeling? That burning, smouldering feeling he suddenly felt in his heart?

"San…ji…?" panted Zoro, worried about the blond, who suddenly was trembling so much, that it looked like he soon would fall apart, and sat up a little, pushing off the floor with his arms. Sanji's head almost snapped as he turned it to glare at the swordsman; confusion and anger floated in that single blue eye.

"Shut up!" he growled and turned around to send a kick towards that bloody marimo's head. It angered him more that he didn't hit him, as Zoro easily tilted his head to one side so that he didn't get hit. "SHUT UP!" he roared again and threw his other foot to the swordsman's head, but Zoro grabbed his foot easily, and held it at place. There was no description to how angered he felt in that moment, and yanked in his leg, but the swordsman had a firm grip around his ankle. "LET GO, DAMN IT!" he roared, but instead of letting go, Zoro pulled and the blond fell hard on his ass. Then he grabbed the other leg as it sought to hit him right in his stomach.

Sanji trashed around, did everything to pull his legs back. It shouldn't only have been his leg that he broke, but also both of his arms! Sanji roared and began beating at the swordsman with both of his hands. Wherever he could hit he punched. When the swordsman came too close to his face, Sanji bit him until the blood start running, but Zoro never let go. And he never stopped looking at him with those damn sad and worried eyes. Like he was pitying him. Fuck him!

The blond threw himself down to the ground and then realised how close he was to the knife that he discarded earlier, and reached out for it. Zoro was too slow to see what it was the cook reached after, and didn't see it before the blond sat up fast, madness gleaming in his visible blue eye, and with a sick laugher, stabbed!

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"What is it?" called Max irritated to the door, as someone kept on hammering hard on it. Oliver lolled his tired and beaten head to one side, just to get a better look at the source of the noise. Max growled and mumbled something he couldn't hear, as he threw the object away, which he was about to 'play' with on Oliver's body. Just the thought of it made him shiver. "Damn it! The door is open, you damn idiots! Why the hell you think I chose you two to stand in front of it, instead of finding the key to lock it, huh?"

Oliver lifted his head up, as there was no answer coming back. Suddenly the door was kicked open, and in stepped the red-haired man, who had caught him earlier disguised as Sanji, followed by another black-haired man. He knew them both, it just wondered him all the time that they worked for someone like Hunter.

"What do you two want?" Max asked, still pretty pissed off to be disturbed just like this, but quirked a brow, as he saw a lifeless body suddenly fall onto the floor, on the other side of the door. It was one of his guards. As he looked up again, he looked straight into the barrel of a gun. "What…?"

"We quit, boss, didn't like the payment." The gun clicked.

"Wai-wait! What?" Max stepped back, almost walking into Oliver who was still tied to the chair "What are you talking about?"

"You had your fun, Maximilian," added Seamus in his whisper-like voice, and looked at the man as if he was nothing but an irritating bug to get rid off " you, your brother and the rest of this disgusting gang."

"The game is over, Max," said Jonathan as he shrugged, still pointing the gun at him "the marines are on their way, order is 'save as many as possible, kill the obstacles, but let Hunter live so we can execute him in public', it's just fair,"

"I knew it," Max mumbled as he stepped around the blue-blonds' chair, putting his hand behind his back. "I KNEW it that it was the two of you, who was infiltrated with the marines!" He roared, pointing an accusing finger at the red-head.

"Seamus! Watch out!" called Oliver, as he saw one of Max's men stand up again with a gun in his hand. Seamus acted faster than the man, and within a blink of an eye, he had drawn his sword that he always kept at his hip hidden under his long dark coat, and cut the head off the man. Jonathan turned his head just slightly to take a look of what just happened, and in that moment Max chose to draw his own gun and pointing it at the red-head.

"You damn son of a bitch!"

BANG!

Max fell to the floor like a rag doll, dead.

"Come on, kid," said Jonathan and hid his smoking gun away in his holster under his jacket. Oliver just looked stunned at the now dead man at the floor, a dark hole went through his head, and blood was oozing out of the wound until fifteen seconds later the heart stopped beating. A hand landed on his shoulder, he looked rather shocked up at the smiling man, who in the same time gave him an apologetic look "let's get you out of here,"

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Sanji stared confused at the hand that was shown right in front of his face, his knife still sticking right through it, strong fingers clutching tight around it. And then there was that look on his face. That damn, pitying look that he constantly gave him, it irritated him to no end.

"Sanji," Zoro said calmly, but didn't move. He clutched tighter around the knife, that the cook was still holding, and the blood pumped out of his wound. He was almost getting there. He was almost getting 'his' Sanji back… just a little bit more.

But suddenly the blond just chuckled, then dropped his head back and laughed out loud before he controlled his hysterical laugher and looked back down at him. "What an idiot," he chuckled, and before Zoro knew anything else, the cook moved his now freed leg and kicked the other right in his stomach with full force, sending him flying into the wall at the other side of the room, crushing nightstands, chairs and such on his way. Sanji couldn't stop chuckling at the marimo's stupidity. Did he really believe that it would stop him on any ways, just because he moved his hand up to stop stabbing the knife into his face? HA! The idiot just jumped into his trap with both legs!

Zoro was a bit disorientated as he tried to stand up from the crushed furniture. He was losing blood, not much compared to what he normally did in battles, but then there was his broken leg. To be honest, he had never broken either a leg or an arm before, not even as a kid. So the feeling was pretty new to him, and made him feel sick; every time he tried to stand on it, or just move it, he felt the blood drained out of his body, cold sweat covered his skin and he had a feeling to either throw up or faint at any second. Fuck! How should he now get that thick-headed cook with him out? He growled in irritation, and looked up just in time to see the said cook standing right before him and smirking down at him.

"Playtime is over," he said in a dark tone, sending shivers down the swordsman's back. He was surprised not being able to move away, as the blond leaned down and pulled him away by his hair, it was surprising that those long slender fingers could grasp in his short hair. Zoro hissed, but was still a bit disorientated to figure out how to prey those fingers off, as his mind finally figured it out, he was tossed face first to the floor. "I can 'play' later with you, after this," he whispered into the swordsman's ear, and before he could question anything about what he meant about it, he felt the cook's hips thrust against his ass. If not the broken leg had drained his face for any colour, this simple action did the job. "Mmm~, this has turned me so much on~,"

Zoro felt the knife ghost over his tortured skin, before the sharp tip came closer, then sunk deep into his wounds and he felt the tip touch his bones. His fingers trembled; clenched and unclenched as he forced himself not to scream again, and instead it came out as small whimpers.

"Scream," the cook whispered into his ear, while he rubbed his hardening erection against the other's ass "scream for mercy, scream in pain," he whispered seductively into his ear, and licked the earlobe. But Zoro refused to say anything, and just shut his eyes close and bit hard in his lips, as the knife in his back changed direction and cut right under the remaining of his skin. Funny enough that he hadn't bleed to death yet, but that must have been Hunter and one of his 'medicines' that was doing the work.

Sanji finally pulled the knife away, as he thought that he had 'played' enough with it at the swordsman's back, and let it clatter on the floor beside them. He grabbed around the swordsman's abdomen and lifted his hips up, so he had better access to his ass.

"I want to hear you scream," he almost begged him, as he slid his one hand in front of Zoro and rubbed his pretty lifeless manhood into life, outside the boxers. He hummed while he slowly stroked the swordsman's penis, sliding his hands all the way up, pulling slightly in the boxers, and then slid his hand inside of them and touched the heated skin; all the while he kept rubbing his own erection up against his sweet ass.

Zoro swallowed, forced himself not even to moan as those fingers stroked his erection into life, had it been at another place and around some other circumstances, he actually wouldn't have mind what the cook had in mind to do to him. But in the state that the blond was in now, Zoro wanted nothing else than to get away from him. "S-stop," he demanded, "Stop it… stop it, S-sanji…! Stop!" Surprisingly enough, the cook's hand stopped rubbing him, and he could have kicked himself from almost moaning in disappointment, because of the loss of those wonderful skilled hands. Suddenly the blond leaned fully over him again and whispered into his ear.

"I want to fuck you," the words almost sounded like a death sentence, as the arms wrapped around his abdomen again and lifted his ass higher up "I want to fuck you raw and bloody! I want to hear you scream! Scream for me, Zoro!"

"No!" Zoro reached out for the knife that the blond had dropped earlier. Enough was enough! But Sanji was faster and within a blink of an eye he stood up and crushed the swordsman's fingers under his heal, breaking them all. Zoro screamed in his mind, and almost did it out loud, as the blond squeezed his heel further down on them, breaking every single bone that ever had been in those fingers. He panted, his eyes watered and he tasted the salty taste of blood filling his mouth. It wasn't so much because of the pain that he cried, no, it was because of that it was Sanji who was doing this towards him. He knew, that the moment the blond would get back to his senses, he would be the one suffering the most, knowing what he had done towards him. And Zoro felt horrible about being this weak, and not being stronger than this.

"Wrong move, ma~ri~mo~!" He couldn't stop himself from looking up into the blonds' one visible eye; it was dark, dark as the ocean in the middle of a horrible storm. A kick to his head make him see stars, another one hit him in his stomach, back, arms, the head again, Sanji kept on kicking him, and Zoro just laid there and took it all, letting the blond get out with all of his frustrations on him, then, as those deadly strong legs hit his broken leg, he almost fainted… almost.

Zoro panted and didn't register as the blond moved behind him, lifted his hips up again and pulled his boxers down around his knees. He didn't register anything about it when the blond opened his own zipper nor at the sound of fabric sliding down to the floor. No, he didn't register anything, before he felt something long and big force into his tight ass, thrusting hard inside of him, breaking the soft skin and make him bleed.

Eyes wide, tears running down his cheeks, Zoro couldn't stop himself from screaming out loud, in pain… and in horror.

Why? Why hadn't he taken the chance and killed that mother fucker son of a bitch to Hunter when he had the chance to do so? Why had he been so fucking weak? Tears ran from his eyes as remorse was slowly eating him up.

'What have I done?'

To be continued

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AN: Aaaand, end of the first part of this chapter! Yes, as you could see, even so that this one is long, it's just the first part out of two, so yups! I'm not finishing the story off that fast LOL So, Zoro's getting raped by no other but the man that he love so much! Do I hear someone squealing? Or is it someone who is roaring in anger, ready to kill me? Just so you know it, you can't harm me! My 8.000 men will be there at once and protect me! Right men? … uhm, hello? –staring at the letter there has been left back- …WHAT THE HELL DOES THEY MEAN ABOUT THAT THEY QUIT? AND THAT IT'S TOO RISKY TO FIGHT AGAINST ANGERED FANS? –sigh- I have to get some stronger and more loyal bodyguards. …- looking at the sleeping swordsman who tries hard to keep on sleeping- Zoro-kun?

Zoro: Hell no, woman! You can just go and die twice already!

Me: -drops head in depression- -sigh- I think that is what I get out of torturing the characters. Oh wait! Sanji-kwuun~?

Sanji: Haai, Nille-swan~!

Me: Wanna help me and protect me from the angered fans?

Sanji: …

Me: ?

Sanji: I'm coming melorine~!

Me: SANJI! You're running off in the wrong direction! I'm here! Not there! HERE! God, is readers really that terrifying?

LOL Anyway, please Review & Review and make me so happy that I wanna keep on writing some more… and now, my dear readers, I will go and kick some senses into a certain cook and swordsman ^o^

Until next time~!

Answers on reviews from chapter twenty-six:

tazx x x: -huge smile- then I don't hope that I disappointed you with this chapter ^o^ thank you SO much for your reviews~!

XXCraziChickxX: … I don't know if that was sarcastically meant or what –looks a bit confused- LOL I know, I'm a mean writer! –evil outburst of laugher-

alguien22792: LOL I'm glad to hear that I saved you from a boring day ^o^

Well-uhm… Sorry, my evil-ness wouldn't allow Zoro to go completely free from 'that' –snicker- did I make it up a little, since it was Sanji who did it? XD

lemonlimediddies: …was that meant on a good way… or a bad way? –looks nervous up at you- ^o^;

Pervy Otaku: Naa, s'okay, don't worry about it, you're back ne? ^o^ Oh, and next time IF you should become that unlucky to get forced on a trip with those two again… remember an i-pod, Mp3 or a CD-player and just push the volume on the highest! LMAO!

I'm no such person who's walking in church and all that, I'm just like you; almost falling asleep during the priests talk –sweat drops-

Oh? So you wanted butsex with Zoro? …wait, scratch that, not what I meant! Damn it! Scratch it! You, did, NOT, hear what I just said, right? Un-understand? I meant… well you know… uhm… SANJIHELPMETHEY'REGONNAKILLME!

Zoro: -sweat drops- no wonder that the psychologist all gave up on her; she's Im-pos-si-ble to cure!

Sanji: Oi! Bastard! What did ya just say about Nille-chwan? Huh~? Care to repeat just that?

Zoro: -closing eyes with arms behind head- I forgot.

Sanji: -starts kicking violently down in the marimo's head- Don't fucking go back to sleep now, you bloody, lazy, one-celled gorilla! –kick kick kick-

Zoro: -SNOOORRR- !

Sanji: -kick kick-

Zoro: Grr-snoor!

Sanji: kick-kick-kick-kick-kick-ki-

Zoro: OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH YOU BLOODY BASTARD OF A FREAKING CURLBROW! –fights on-

Me: -sighs- anyway, did your wish get fulfilled in this chapter? –evil grin-

zoroVsanji: HAHAHAHA! Thank you so much! –blushing- oh? Should I give a kiss to Zoro from you? Okay then! –huge smile- ZOOOROOO~! –calling out in a sing-song-voice, finds him soon enough talking with Usopp and Luffy, and suddenly jumps at him and gives him a big kiss-

Zoro: -blushing several shades of red until it turns into a deep red one- Wha-what the he-hell woman…? –completely baffled at the sudden kiss-

Me: -chuckles- A little kiss from Cheska to you^o^

Luffy: Cool! Zoro's is even redder than a tomato!

Usopp: -nervous giggle- uhm, L-luffy? I don't think that it's any good idea to tease Zoro like that now… you know!

Me: aaaand~-grabs around Zoro's neck and pulls him down, before he get the opportunity to harm his captain pretty bad for saying that- a big kissy from me~ too~! –giving Zoro a deep passionate kiss-

Zoro: -stunned, and beat red in the face-

Luffy: -giggling-

Usopp: -dropping jaw- …how much did you drink of that 'pinapple-juice' we got this afternoon?

Me: -swings one arm out in the air, while the other are still resting around the swordsman's neck- a looot~! –giggle, hiccup-

Usopp: -sweat drops- uhuh, understands that –by the way there were actually pretty strong alcohol in those you steal from Nami, Robin, Zoro and Sanji…

Me: ooh~? –hiccup-

Zoro: -sweat drops and mumbles under breath, still blushing- baka! Know what you're putting into your mouth the next time!

Anelir-sensei:: -smiles- thanks! Hope that you liked this chapter as well ^o^

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