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.

29. That there's hidden in the past

AN: Hi there everyone! Sorry for the long wait, but but, here you got the newest update

This Chapter is dedicated to VivaciousRingo… HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON THIS SUNDAY THE 26TH SEPTEMBER 2010~! *hugs and gives Ringo-chwan a kiss on the cheek, before serving a cake to her* Now, make a wish, my friend! *^o^*

A big thanks to LunaticV for once again beta-reading one of my chapters! *big hug*

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

This is it, isn't it?

What we thought would come,

Came!

What we feared so much to come,

It grabbed us both.

How would I ever be able to look into your eyes ever again?

So much pain you've been put through,

It's all my fault!

Sorry for living

And giving you all this pain

I don't deserve your love…

I'm not worth a shit!

28. Chapter

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That there's hidden in the past

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Hellington Town

St. Nicholas Mental Hospital

3 years earlier

He sat at the window and stared out through it, looking at the little town that laid as a little clump underneath him. Then he looked further, seeing the rest of the world stretch out behind it, the world of freedom that was so far away from his reach. He sighed and hugged his one leg, which was pressed into his chest, the other leg dangling down from the windowsill. He heard the doctors speak with his 'caretaker', Mss. Marwell, the owner of that children's home he had lived in for the past one and a half month. He was a too big a danger for the other children and himself, she had told the doctors, when he first came here. Today she just passed by to see how he was, like she did every week for the last five months. But he knew that the doctors would only tell her the same; it was getting even worse than last time, he was closing into himself even more, rarely spoke to anyone, and the shitty thing is; he didn't knew why he even did it! Some said it was that poison he had got injected with that was at fault, others thought that it was the trauma from what happened… that day at the Inn.

He shivered at the thought and hugged his leg even tighter. He still had nightmares about it, loud nightmares where he would scream in his dreams, tossing around in his bed, until one of the staff would come in and try to calm him down, sometimes even had to give him a sedative. This was humiliating! He shouldn't even be here to begin with, he should be out there, somewhere, and fight harder to reach his dream… a sigh left his lips and he leaned his head down onto his knee. This didn't go unnoticed by one of the doctors, who had watched him all the while talking with Mss. Marwell, and he could hear the man approach him, but he didn't care, if just… he wouldn't touch him. One of the staff once did it and he beat the hell shit out of him, they had to bring him to the real hospital so he would survive the injuries… that was perhaps why they gave him so much sedative and medicine, so he could be calm?

"Zoro?" said the doctor carefully, but the boy didn't look up. He could sense the man's hand looming close to his shoulder, debating with himself whether or not to touch him. Zoro didn't care right now, the sedative had numbed his brain so much, that he either wouldn't notice it, or be too tired to even move around and throw his fist into the man's face. He just couldn't take it; when someone touched him, it made him remember at him again. Second; he didn't trust doctors anymore!

Zoro flinched as he felt the hand on his shoulder, but still didn't turn around to look. His heart beat faster and he grabbed tighter in his white pants. The doctor could see that he was starting to panic again.

Damn it!

Mr. Julious or Brandon, that he told him that he just could call him -though he never spoke to the man- was a patient man and Zoro almost liked him; he wasn't one of those pushing types, who demanded him to speak out; he waited, always stood there and waited, it was like the man could sense if one would speak to him today or not, but today wasn't like that and he just removed his hand to sit down on the chair standing beside the window and the young teen. Brandon moved his long fingers through his mess of golden hair that shone in the light from the sun every time he stepped under the sunlight. Blue eyes, as blue as the ocean looked over him, from head to feet, but he didn't say anything, he never did. He just waited, and whenever Zoro wanted to give a glance his way, the man smiled that calm and warm smile of his. Just like now. For some reason, Zoro couldn't stop himself from smiling either, and as doctor Julious saw it, he smiled even more.

"Ah? Was that a smile I just saw there? So you can smile! What a great thing to know," he chuckled as he propped his arm up on the windowsill and leaned his head into his hand as he watched the teen. As Zoro saw him watching him like that, he turned his face away in embarrassment and once again looked out through the window. He heard the other doctor and Mss. Marwell slowly leave them, after he from the corner of his eye saw Brandon shoo them away with his free hand. He sighed, happy for not being staring at again. "Zoro?" the doctor said again, and after looking at him for a minute or two, the doctor looked out through the window, just like he did. "I was once told that you were a Bounty Hunter,"

Zoro froze by the mention of that. The man had never taken this discussion up with him before, but he still didn't look at him.

"A great one even, very strong… one of my colleagues could even write under that," he laughed, and the sound of it made Zoro's tense shoulders to relax "but you're very young to wander around all alone in the big wide world… that must be pretty… lonely sometimes, not having any friends around you to have fun with, to chat with, no?" Zoro looked at him for a long time, then he shrugged, and even with such a silent answer, Brandon smiled one of his ear-to-ear-smiles. "I wonder how it would be like, to wander around, wherever you would like to go, see where your legs would bring you," his large palm touched the glass of the window and slid down, leaving a trail of damp on it, that disappeared after just a couple of seconds.

"Why, don't you?" Zoro found himself asking, surprised at himself that he even spoke up, Brandon's smile was still there, but weaker, as if he was thinking of something that happened a very long time ago… he didn't want to show how happy he was to hear the boy speaking for the first time in months. He shook his head.

"I can't, I got my wife and daughter here… I would never be able to leave them… beside, I'm not that strong again," he said with a sigh and removed his hand away from the window again and now looked up at Zoro, surprised to see the teen even spare him more than just a glance. He was watching him, looking deep into his soul with those dark grey eyes of his. His brows furrowed, perhaps there was a chance to get to know the kid better today? He was glad that he even took this extra watch this evening, just to hear the kid speak… even though that would have been the only words, those eyes, dull from the medicine… he would like to know how they really would look like, without any medicine to blunt them. If… if he just could get that special light into those eyes, where he knew it belonged.

"Who said, to ever leave them behind?" Brandon widened his eyes in shock. The kid spoke even more to him today. Normal if he even wanted to speak, though it could be counted on one hand, not counting the screams at nights due to the nightmares, it was just 'go away' 'don't care' and 'no'. Then, after just staring at the kid, who began to shift nervously on the windowsill, the doctor pulled a mischievous smile.

"What? Would you then help me to get stronger?" Zoro blinked, surprised at the answer… once again. He looked away and shrugged. Though… he was itching to fight, but his body didn't want to, it was too tired… didn't care… or it was his brain there didn't care about… anything at all anymore, and yet, he found himself answering that question, that laid between what his brain thought and what his heart wished for and needed.

"Perhaps,"

Night came, but Zoro didn't dare to close his eyes, afraid of to fall asleep. One of the nurses who came in to look at him, learned that he would trick them sometimes, pretend that he was asleep, came in and placed a little glass of pills beside him. Useless to say that they ended their days on the other end of the room, but of course she then would call for help, and two nurses then would hold him down while the other sat down beside him and forced him to swallow the pills. Zoro shook his head, refusing to swallow them and spit them out. She took them again, more angrily, forced his mouth open, while he now started to try and get away, screaming at her. "Close the door!" she told the one standing closest to the door, who slammed the door shut with his foot, while still holding Zoro up against the wall. The quilt and the pillow fell to the floor, as he kept trashing around, mouth shut closed tight, while he turned his head back and forth. He hated the night-watchers, they were always like this; always tried to force the medicine down in him when he refused. He didn't want to take it. He didn't want to fall asleep again, and dream about that again.

"Ngh!"

"Open up your mouth, damn it," she hissed, and tried to pry one of her fingers into his mouth, resulting in Zoro biting her. She screamed in pain, but Zoro kept on biting on it as she tried to pull it back. He felt the grasp around his arms tighten, but he didn't care, it was nothing.

"Damn it, let go off her!" the one to the left hissed, and seconds later he felt a fist connect to his skull… but still he didn't let go, and only bit further down in her finger cause of that. Tears rolled down from her eyes as he felt blood trickle down from her wound and into his mouth, tasting the rusty taste of it.

"Let go or we'll damn hell gonna put you into that room again for a week!" Zoro's eyes widened in horror, and with another hard twist on his arm, he let go. No, he didn't want to go in there, he didn't want to be put into that straitjacket again.

The nurse pulled away from him, the two male nurses pulled him up and then tossed him to the bed again, as they went over to examine her new bloody wound. "It's nothing," she told them and nodded her head in his direction, "just be sure to give him those pills, else put him into the straitjacket and into that room, that'll perhaps teach him a lesson or two!" she said, and then hurried out of the room to treat her new wound… one more to her collection of bite marks and scratches from this boy.

Zoro was soon pressed up against the wall again. "Hold your hand over his nose," the one holding him said to the one now taking his pills into his hand, "he'll open his mouth up the moment he'll breathe for air, then you can throw them in," Zoro tossed his head from one side to another as a hand clamped over his nose, forcing him to breathe out through his mouth instead. He tried to push away from them with his legs, but without any luck. His lungs started to burn for the lack of air and soon he couldn't take it anymore and breathed through his mouth. The second he opened his mouth, two pills was thrown into it. He spit them out again at once, right into the face of the idiot before him.

"Okay, that's it! I've got enough of you and your stupid games, Roronoa-kun!" the doctor with the pills now in his face said, while whipping them off, and with a nod to his colleague, they both grabbed him and pulled him out of bed and out of his room.

"No! Noo!" Zoro trashed around, tried to free himself from their grasp, but found himself not able to. Damn it! Didn't they just understand that he didn't want to go to sleep? That he didn't want to go back to that again?

"Hush! Damn it! He'll wake up all the others," cursed the one male nurse while giving the teen's arm a warning yank, telling him to shut it. But Zoro didn't, and before he knew of it, he was thrown into the cushion-room, and the heavy door locked behind him. Minutes later, what felt like seconds, the two male nurses returned back with the straitjacket… and 'The Mask'. Two more came into the room to hold him down, while the two others gave him the jacket on, tightened the strips around him so much, that he barely could breathe, and then finally pulled the mask over his head, stopping him from screaming, biting them and spitting on them, though that they had deserved it. Those bastards! They always did this, just so they would be able to have a 'quiet night-watch'… 'The Mask' was also for have bitten one of their colleagues, so they had to write a report about it… again!

Zoro tossed himself to the door, wanting to get the hell out of there. The soft walls and floor, which were as soft as walking on cushions, almost make him go crazy… he almost did that last month, though he only had been in there for about three days… and now he had to be here for a week! When his temper had run out cause of the injection that he had been given in the middle of the 'fight' with the nurses –he hadn't felt when he had got it, actually- he dragged himself to the corner of the room, farthest away from the door, sat down and silently cried himself into that sleep he so much didn't want to get.

And then the nightmares started once again… and never stopped. No one could hear his screams, no one came to look at him… no one came to wake him up.

Zoro hadn't have such kind of nightmares for ages; he was caught between the land of dreams and reality; still dreaming while being awake, but still not being able to wake up fully.

In the report they wrote that Zoro had refused to take his medicine, not only that evening, but also in the next days after that evening, where he had even attacked and bitten one of the nurses in the finger, as she had tried to give him the medicine… they just forgot to mention how they attacked him at first, held him down and tried to force the medicine into him. When they went in to him to serve him some food, he refused to eat, that's what they also wrote in the report… true was that he couldn't eat it, not with his feelings bubbling all up in his throat, so much that they almost choked him. Not eating food meant not eating pills either, nor drinking any fluids either. Therefore they had to inject him. There were always three people to do that; two holding him down or up against the wall, while the third would stick the needle into his blood-system. It made him drowsy, so he could do nothing but fall asleep. Whatever any doctor would say, no matter what kind of medicine he was given, it always made him drowsy and really tired. A lot of it and he would fall into a weird heavy sleep.

Doctor Brandon Julious didn't meet in for work, before eight days later after the incident that one night; it was something about that he'd had a compensatory leave, plus his normal days off. What Doctor Julious found in that 'cushion-cell', after reading the reports, since the teen was his case, was something that was more close to a walking shadow of that kid he'd known for so long. Zoro was curled up into a corner, shivering, still being in the straitjacket, but at least 'The Mask' had been pulled off him. He had never seen the kid this tearful before, or looking this weak. Without thinking he picked up the teen and hugged him. He was even much lighter than what he remembered from last time he'd seen him, due to not have been eating for eight days. But Zoro let him take him into his arms, he was too tired to register anything at all, then again his body reacted instead of his mind and his senses barely registered that he was crying into the man's chest. Brandon hugged him even more, promising him that this would be the last time that anyone would treat him like this, and brought him to the infirmary.

Brandon called his wife and told her about the matters. It was illegal to share these kind of information's with people outside the hospital, but he had enough of all those bloody rules and took matters into his own hands; he wouldn't leave the kid's side, before he was all healthy again and could walk straight without falling.

Talking with the employers he soon found out who had been on watch that night and talked with them. As the one of them had got a bad taste in his mouth about this whole thing, he broke down and told him what really happened. The nurses on that watch, beside the one regretting it all, got fired the next day; this was not a way to treat humans, sick or not.

Though he stayed close to the teen, and grew even greater affection to him, Zoro didn't get any better. It was his depression. He barely ate, and soon it became so life threatening that they had to feed him through a tube. Zoro didn't rip it off, and Doctor Brandon Julious took this as to be a good sign; he wasn't doing this by his own will, so something else had to be wrong.

Three weeks had gone. In three weeks he hadn't seen either his daughter or his wife; he was glad to have such an understanding family. He looked down at the kid lying in the sickbed beside him. The other doctors already declared him terminal, but he refused to believe that. That Zoro that he had heard so much about wasn't like this. Impossible! He had a dream… he heard him mumble in the nights, to a girl named Kuina… he was talking to her about his plans, his dreams… he couldn't give up all of that.

"Come on, Zoro, don't give up like that," he said quietly to him and rubbed a thumb over his pale hand. Zoro only breathed slowly in answer. "You have such a dream to accomplish, don't give up on it… you had a promise, remember?"

Zoro slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the worried doctor with his dull grey eyes, then after a moment he looked away again.

"Hey, look, I'm getting closer to the answer, I'm almost getting there with my research, just… hang in there a little bit more, okay?" he tried to cheer him up with, and almost fell off the chair as the teen spoke, what seemed like being the first time for ages, his voice was hoarse, because of the lack of use of it.

"Wha… what's wrong, with me?"

"I… I don't really know, but I'm trying to find out about it," he said as he stood up again "they say that you've hit by a depression in the 'heavy class'… but, you told me once that you started to feel 'weird' the moment after you got that injection, remember?" Zoro stiffened by the reminder of what happened that day, but gave a slow nod. The doctor sat back up in his chair and grabbed the teen's hand again. Zoro turned his head and looked down on that hand. "Sorry, if it bothers you then-"

"S'fine… don't really care," the teen shrugged, but still didn't look away. He had to admit that just being held in his hand actually felt nice and… comforting? Relaxing? Something along that line. They didn't speak for a long time, just sat there and lay there, letting the machines beside them doing the job of making any kind of noises. He was slowly dozing off again, but shook his head and tried to stay awake. What was he doing? Why wasn't he on the road fighting to get stronger? Why didn't his body want to move or rather; why didn't his head agree with his heart?

'No one wants you anyway. What's the big deal of living then?'

'But I got a promise… I have to-'

'It's impossible! It'll take ages before getting that strong, IF ever it IS possible, to begin with!'

'…Kuina…'

'She's dead, forget about her… look what your promise to her brought you to! Look what your promises brought HER to!'

'It's not my fault,'

'It IS your fault! It's your fault that she's dead! You don't deserve anything else other than the same treatment!'

'I…'

'No one would ever miss you… forget it. You're nothing! Just a stupid kid with a stupid impossible dream,'

Zoro's fist clenched unconsciously in the sheets underneath him and he felt a tear roll down from his eye.

"I'm not… worth anything…?"

'Nothing!Never!'

"Everything!" Zoro almost snapped his head as he looked up to the source of that half-choked voice, and saw the ocean floating over in two blue shining orbs. Tears rolled down from the blond doctor's chin, who dried the tears away with his free arm. "You're worth everything, Zoro. You're a great fighter with big ambitions. You're strong Zoro, and a kind young man," he told him, and then squeezed his hand while giving him his ear-to-ear-smile, "So don't ever come with shit like that ever again!" Zoro blinked in surprise. He had said it out loud? He hadn't even realised that. "What do you say? When all this shit is over with, what about to come home stay at my place for some time, until you've trained enough to hit the roads again, hmm?" His eyes widened as he stared even more at the blond doctor. Was this even normal? A doctor having this strong affection to a patient, so strong that he wanted to help him, even offers his home as a place to live for a while?

"Re… really…?"

"Would you let me help you? I just need some more blood samples from you, then I think that I got it," Zoro's features faltered again and he turned his head away. He didn't speak for a long time, and every now and then he felt the doctor's hand squeeze his hand just a little bit harder, then to release his hold a little again. Was he even worth all of this? Some part of him screamed 'NO', while another part of him whispered 'yes'. The screaming answer felt tempting to listen to… but he listened to that small voice that somehow sounded correct.

He sighed and nodded. Brandon had never felt this happy before. At least… at least he hadn't given up fully just yet.

It also didn't take long time before he found out what the serum was, that floated around in the teen's body; it disguised itself as a normal cold-bacterium, so it had been easy to oversee. He was glad that he had taken all kind of doctor-grades, it showed off to great use by now. Two weeks of tests, and watching the 'bacteria' slowly disappear from the blood, he slowly used the medicine on the teen as well. Days passed by and nothing seemed to happen. Zoro still just sat up in his bed and stared out at the only window in the room, or just laid there, doing nothing but stare up in the ceiling or sleep for a couple of hours at a time. After another four weeks of watching his blood-samples and the work of the 'bacteria', it soon almost seemed hopeless… until one morning where he got in and was met by a long loud howling sound coming from one of the machines.

His heart went up into his throat and he panicked, he smacked the door open as he stomped in, only to be met by a teen standing at that same window he had been looking out through from his bed, in all this time, standing a bit stronger, but still pressed fully up against the wall as he hugged his thin frame. Doctor Brandon Julious almost fell to his knees of seeing the teen up and standing, and almost burst into tears as that same teen looked around to see who had been the one to slam the door open, and pulled a tired little smile, but the dull look was still in his grey eyes.

"Morning Doc." The raw voice said in a whisper, and then, Brandon could do nothing but really fall onto his knees while tears ran down along his cheeks, completely ignoring the howling sound from the machines.

It worked!

"Case: Roronoa Zoro

Age: 16

Origin: East Blue

After running some more tests on young Mr. Roronoa, it looks like that this young teen seems to get 'normal' again. There's no further sign of 'depression' in the higher classes, but there's still some danger for that Mr. Roronoa will try to commit suicide. This have happened twice, and we then decided to double up the medicine, one week later, young Mr. Roronoa stopped showing signs of both suicidal thoughts and self-destructive thoughts.

After three more weeks, and after displaying both this 'bacteria' and the medicine's doing of killing it on one of the doctor-conferences, young Mr. Roronoa Zoro was able to be discharged from Sct. Nicholas Mental Hospital, and later brought to my home, where I would observe him at the upcoming days.

Roronoa Zoro seems to get better by time, even now after twenty-four days after coming to my home. He's training often out in our courtyard, often with weights that should be humanly impossible to lift, and definitely not with only one hand. Zoro-kun is absolutely a marvellous young man who, definitely, will reach his goals in the nearest future.

October has now begun, but Roronoa's progresses are falling back again. He's more isolated, speaks rarely, even my daughter who has grown a sisterly-affection to him is worried. Yesterday my daughter even found him in the kitchen, with a knife sliding over his wrist. It was only pure luck that we made to bring him to the hospital where they treated him fast. The dose of medicine has now being doubled.

We can only hope for the best that Roronoa-kun will get back to normal soon again.

We miss that high-spirited young man, who always offered his help… sadly I think that that warm smile of his is forever lost.

Zoro is gone! We cannot find him anywhere. Even the marines are looking for him, since the earlier Doctor Walter Morrin has been seen in the near of the town again. They fear that he has something to do with Zoro's disappearing, and fears the worst, though they knows that Roronoa-kun normally is a strong boy… but Morrin has already collected himself a bounty on a dangerous high prize for a first-timer.

One week and we have still not found him… Zoro is like vanished from the surface, except from some blood that they had found at the near of a lake. I'm taking the case into my own hand now, I can not sit around any longer and just wait, I have to fi-"

Doctor Julious looked up with surprise from his papers as he heard the loud knock on his window, and widened his eyes in horror as he saw who it was.

'Oh my god!'

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-Present Time-

Nicki stood and swayed just a little as he tried to take in what he saw. The presence that they had felt for such a long time, the feeling of being watched, had been no other than their own young captain. Micky stood and swayed back and forth on his feet, not looming as dangerously over the floor, in danger to fall or collapse any moment from now, as the blond did. His sheepish smile only grew bigger as he saw the confused look on one of his crewmembers.

Micky was as Nicki remembered him; a bit tall, but not taller than him and William, almost thinner than he was and could almost be compared to a vagabond in a pretty-boy-style that had been out flying inside of a tornado. He had no shoes on, never did use 'such kind' as he always put it, and second; that was just his style. His jet-black hair that almost reached over his eyes, was ruffled, almost like Luffy's, and sandy-brown eyes looked sheepishly up at him.

His fingers itched, and then his hand started to tremble as a vein popped up on his forehead. He took a deep breath, almost a wheezing one as he felt the warm starting to boil deep in his guts.

"Yo… Micky," he said through clenched teeth, doing all what he could to control his temper there grew stronger for every second. He took another deep breath and relaxed his shoulders. Then he threw his eye open and threw his fist down into the younger teen's head, surprised to see that William did the same, looking as furious as he felt, and spoke just the same as he. "STOP FUCKING SCARING THE HELL SHIT OUT OF US, YOU IDIOT!" Micky could have easily dodged the hit, easily stepped aside, but the kid took the hits and slammed down to the deck. The straw hat-pirates took a nervous step back and didn't know how to react, or if they even should react any other ways than just stare with their jaws dropped.

Micky moaned in pain and rubbed his head, while turning it a little to look apologetically up at his two furrowing crewmember, whose eyes thundered in anger. Then, he couldn't do anything other than laugh. The two hadn't changed at all, that was great to know. Slowly both Nicki and William stood up; Nicki's anger disappeared and was placed with a forced smile while William turned away to lean over the railing again, one leg resting over the other, while staring out at the ocean once again and mumbled an almost inaudible "idiot," under his breath, though there were signs of easiness and happiness in that little insulting word.

"Where the fuck have you been all this time?" Nicki asked, easing down again, but just as Micky sat up, arms supporting him from behind while his legs was spread out in front of him, Pernilla showed up, not looking as happy and relaxed as they others did.

"There's no time for chit-chatting now, captain," The anger laying in her voice alarmed them all, even Luffy who looked surprised at her. She stopped right beside him, about five feet away from her own captain, and looked directly into his eyes. "We have bigger problems right about now, and every second counts! I've heard rumours while I was gone for a moment, and those rumours aren't good. Oliver, and two of these people's friends," she gestured her hand out to show of whom she spoke about "are in worrying troubles, more than we thought to begin with. I know now for real of whom we're up against, and he's a sick psychopath who's out for revenge!" She threw a briefcase to her captain, and as William turned around to look at both her and his captain, he saw a white feather get carried away out over the sea by the soft wind. He understood now, she had been out on one of her 'observations-rounds'.

Pernilla told them of what she knew, filled them in with information, and after Luffy had read the reports lying inside of the briefcase, she once again spoke. "The one he's after… is Roronoa Zoro! Those guys are in really big danger!"

Luffy nodded in understanding, still clenching some of the papers in his hand, while Nami was reading through the first one once again.

"I get it," he said with a serious voice –his straw hat covering his eyes. "Franky?"

"Yes, strawbro?" Franky was surprised to hear someone even speaking to him, and smiled wide, as he saw the young captain's lips curl up into a mischievous smile. Luffy looked up and tilted his straw hat just a little back so everyone could see his face, and that dangerous gleam in his eyes, that only could mean bad news for those who were not his friends.

"Let's use the Coup De Burst now!" Franky's smile almost reached from ear to ear as he pushed his sunglasses up with his thumb while he gave the teen a knowing smile.

"I thought that you never would say it!"

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

-42 hours earlier-

Sanji threw himself up against the wall, clutching around his wounded arm as he gasped for air. "I… -pant- I think, -hah- that we lost him… -hah, hah, hnng! Shit!"

Zoro looked slowly up from the floor where he had been placed, to see the blond slide slowly down along the wall, while clutching his fingers even tighter around his skin-pealed arm. "You okay?" he asked slowly, though it was the most stupid question ever, because of course wasn't he okay. He looked down at the briefcase the chef had given him the moment they ran off and stared intensely at it. In this one stood the whole part of that past he had tried so much to forget about. About his returning nightmares, his angst… He looked at the part where Doctor Brandon Julious himself had been sitting and writing about him. He scanned through it quickly and reached the part where he had last written;

"One week and we have still not found him… Zoro is like vanished from the surface, except from some blood that they had found at the near of a lake. I'm taking the case into my own hand now, I can not sit around any longer and just wait, I have to fi-"

And that was it. There hadn't been written anything after that. After the 'i' there was a long line, it must have been that part he had been writing when he had found his way back to the doctor's home, and knocked on his window, shocking the man so he made that rough line. He still shivered by that memory. Apparently Morrin had been seen in the near, and they had thought that he had got his fingers in him, but that hadn't been the case. He had found the doctor's daughter, Emily, in the woods near a lake, where she had been bleeding dangerously a lot. She had sneaked out to look for him, had feared for his safety and hadn't wanted to just sit by and wait any longer, she had said. It still hurt him that he hadn't told them back then that he had just been out for a walk, he needed to clear his head… he would have gotten back earlier… if he hadn't got lost… and that had almost cost the little Emily her life, as it seemed like she had been attacked by some kind of a large animal. She had whispered his name out before she passed out, before her father brought her to the hospital.

"…Hunter…!"

He hadn't known the name back then… but now he did. Doctor Julious had never blamed him for this, neither did Elizabeth, his wife, or little Emily… and it just hurt him even more.

He sighed and closed his eyes, but as he suddenly became aware of that Sanji hadn't answered him yet with nothing but heavy pants and gasps for as long he had been spacing out, fallen into old memories, he looked worried up at him again, and saw the chef now clutching his shirt right over his heart in a death-grasp. He was shaking all over his body and his breathing became even faster, as his head leaned up against the wall he was sitting up at.

"Sanji?" he asked worried and only yet moved closer to him, and laid a careful hand on his shaking hand clutching his shirt.

"M-my heart," he moaned and hissed. He couldn't decide if it was his throbbing arm there hurt the most, or if it was his racing heart there felt like it would burst out through his chest at any moment.

"San-"

"My pills,"

"What?"

Sanji tried to take a deep breath "I need, my pills… fuck…!" Okay, this was disturbing, when had the blond ever started on using medicine? "Chopper, gave me some –pant- to calm me, to calm my heart –gasp- when m'like this," He told him, as if he had heard the swordsman's thoughts. Sanji closed his eyes and tried to calm down himself, without any success.

"Okay, where are they?" The blond turned his head away from him.

"I lost them, in the battle against him,"

"Oh…"

Sanji suddenly stiffened, and then only a second later he slammed his head into the wall behind him as his naked feet pushed hard to the floor, and his back curled up. He gritted his teeth and choked the cry there wanted to be released. Tears rolled down his eyes, and he panted even harder and even faster.

"Hey, Sanji?" Zoro panicked.

"Hu-hurts! Fuuuck! Hah! Aaargh!" he squeezed his eyes even tighter together, like it would help to suppress the pain. "I'm… I'm scared, Zoro," he admitted, "I'm so… scared…!" he almost didn't realise how close the swordsman were by now, before that same swordsman laid his arms around him and pulled him into a protecting hug.

"Shhhh, shhh," he tried to calm him, and lolled him back and forth, Sanji could do nothing but widen his eyes. "I'm right here, Sanji… right here, no need to worry,"

Sanji's laugher was dry. "I was the one supposed to say that to you, you idiot, after he gave you 'that'," This time it was Zoro who laughed, though it was clearly to hear that it was forced.

"As I said earlier; 'like hell that shit ever would work on me,'. Once, it did… but not twice! I'm stronger than that," yeah, that was right… if he just kept on believing in that and stop shaking so much, though holding around Sanji it was hard to say who did it, but he knew that it was himself who was shaking. He clenched his fist and pulled the blond closer in to himself, nuzzling his nose into his blond soft hair and breathing in his smell. Though the blood almost overpowered his smell, he could still smell the shampoo he last used, the cigarette he last smoked and almost, almost could he smell the faint scent of the dinner he last cooked… but all of this almost disappeared to the smell of blood, dirt and… semen…!

He cringed his nose at it as he remembered it all over again; when Morrin….. him, and now, just a few hours ago where Sanji…. him. He… he just couldn't say that 'word', he felt too… dirty and weak whenever he thought of that 'word'.

"You're sweating," Zoro blinked and hadn't realised that Sanji's hand had moved up to touch his forehead, and then he dropped his hand, letting it fall down to the floor like dead. "M'sorry," he sighed and laid his head down on the other's large shoulder. He licked his dry lips and took a shuddering breath –his heart calming a little when being in the man's arms, but not enough to be called 'normal heart-beating' "It's all my fault,"

Zoro shook his head. "It's not," he said with a shuddering breath "if I just had…" he closed his eyes and swallowed "had 'taken' it back then, none of this would ever had happened." Sanji looked at him, growling irritatingly to hear him speak like this-

"You were only sixteen and wounded, you dipshit, beside; any normal-thinking creature would never just 'lay down and take it' when having such a psychopath 'doing it'. You only did the right thing." He flicked a finger at his temple "think twice before you speak, you idiot! Who the hell would know if he wouldn't have killed you right after 'doing it' to you? He's sick enough to do it." Zoro shivered by the thought of it. But then saw the good thing in it. If Morrin had –he swallowed- raped and killed him back then… well, then Sanji and the others wouldn't have been in such a danger, they wouldn't have been hurt or wounded on any thinkable ways… not even little Emily back then… none of them would ever have known about him, and therefore none of them would ever had ended up in such a life threatening danger.

"But still,"

"No!"

"But-"

"Say such a thing one more time, marimo, and I'll kick your sorry ass for sure!" he snarled at him.

"…" Zoro pulled a bit away and looked at him with a quirked brow. Sanji looked back.

"…what?"

"Did you just call me a 'creature', just a moment ago?" Sanji blinked a couple of times, and then he laughed. He just couldn't help it.

"No, sorry, I meant a 'plant'!"

"Oi! Watch it!"

"Oh? You think that a plant such as you can do something against the human race, such as me?" Zoro swallowed. He knew that the blond only teased him, only meant it as a joke to lift up their dark moods… but then… why the hell did it still hurt him?

'He doesn't like you!'

'Of course he-?' Zoro looked around himself to find the source of the too familiar voice. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something moving slowly along the shadows, on the other side of the corridor. The person leaned up against the wall opposite them, crossed both his arms and legs, as he looked at them with a dark gaze. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants and boots. Around his head sat a black bandana. Only as Zoro saw parts of green hair from underneath the man's bandana, lightened up by the sinking sun's ray, he realized what was going on. 'Just great! I'm not only hearing voices, I'm hallucinating as well!'...just what he needed...! His other 'I' smirked, like he just had heard what he had been thinking, and then chuckled

'You're a damn Idiot! Why would he ever like something like you? A whore who just spreads his legs to anyone who'll 'force' him to it?'

'I do NOT-!'

'Don't you?' His other 'I' looked at him from underneath his bandana, smirking even more. 'What did you just do, when that cook,'

"Don't say it!" he snarled at him, unaware about that he had been saying it out loud. Sanji looked confused at him.

"Say 'what' more exactly? Oh, that you're weak?" the blond tried to tease… unaware about that it wasn't even him that he had been talking to.

'RAPED you?' Finished Zoro's other 'I' and stood up. He burrowed his hands into his pockets, lifted his head up and looked degradingly down at him as he stepped closer towards them. Zoro followed his every step with a glare. He didn't like to see himself like this. 'Tsh! You could easily had got him off you, you dork, but noo~, you just laid down and took it… just like you did back then,'

'I didn't-!'

'Ah? What's that?' his other 'I' said amused and then whispered, though he knew that no others could hear them. 'Is that fear that I can see lighting out of your eyes?' Zoro gritted his teeth, hating the weakness that was clearly showing in his eyes and clenched his fists. It was sick to even have such an inner dialogue with yourself, he knew it, but that fucking hallucination just wouldn't stop shutting his bloody mouth. His other 'I' only chuckled at this as he pulled a satisfied smile, like he knew everything there went through Zoro's head, like he could read every thought by looking into his eyes, while he still came even closer to them. 'What a shame that they came and stopped it, huh? You wanted it, you know it… and Cook don't want someone that WEAK! Who needs a whore on their ship?' Zoro sat up fast, growling.

"Stop it!" he warned.

"Zoro?" The blond questioned as the swordsman suddenly spoke out, but he didn't answer, it looked like he had some kind of an inner conflict… but his eyes were far behind him, like he was looking and talking to someone else. Sanji looked around to see, but there where no one to be seen. He lifted a curled brow at this. 'What the…?' Then suddenly, as the swordsman's eyes widened in realisation, he pushed away from the cook, and Sanji felt a pang of pain shoot through his heart. "Oi, Zo-"

"Don't!" he breathed out and moved a hand up as the blond motioned closer to him. Had he just said something wrong? What… what had he said wrong? He looked at him, but Zoro was still looking past him, at something else.

'Don't tell me… is he hallucinating?' "Oi Zoro, what-?" But Zoro wasn't listening at him anymore, he had enough to think about as his other 'I's' face now came to level with his face, smiling that fucking stupid smile of his.

'Your 'love' to this man, is what makes you weak! You're pathetic!' Zoro growled again.

'Who the hell are you?' The other smirked and leaned in closer to him.

'I. Am. You!' he licked his lips and chuckled at the stupid surprise lighting up in that stupid face of his. 'I am your fear, I am your lust… I am the one that keeps you sane, or should I say insane? Hehehe!'

"You're sick!" wheezed Zoro.

"Marimo?" Sanji tried this time, though the swordsman looked his way, it still wasn't at him that he was looking at. "Okay, you're starting to freak me out here!"

Zoro's other 'I' chuckled again, a chuckle that made it run cold down along his back, like ice there melted down along it.

'Yes, you, are, sick! Remember? I am you… and you are me? So, you're absolutely right!'

"Oi, cactus!" Sanji tried to snap his finger before his eyes, but nothing was registered.

Zoro's other 'I' turned his head to look at the blond beside them, who tried to gain Zoro's attention again, and then smiled a smile that Zoro didn't like at all. 'You know, it's only the two of you… you could sweetly take your revenge now,' Zoro only quirked a brow at it, and then widened his eyes as his other 'I' leaned in towards Sanji instead, too close to his own liking, and licked hungrily around his lips, like he was looking at a delicious dinner right before him. 'All what he has done to you, done to us… you could easily take your revenge on him again, do what he did to us, teach him a lesson,' he glanced Zoro's way, his eye shining with a sick hunger, and snarled at him.

"Don't you dare…!" he warned him again. His other 'I' laughed out loud, the laugh send shiver down along his back again. He swallowed a lump there was stuck in his throat.

'Me? I? You? Us you must mean, hmm~?' He leaned in closer to the blond, each arm of each side of the cook's head who was unaware of what was about to happen… the idiot was still looking his way and saying something that he couldn't understand… or rather; couldn't hear! 'He's not as strong as he try to show… he's weak… his fear lays just underneath the surface… he's terrified to no end…!' his other 'I' whispered 'I want to rape him, I want to fuck him, oh~, I want to do oh so many things to him, hurt him… kill him…!' and then he hummed as he slowly leaned in to the cook, stuck out his tongue, just about to lick the cook's lips.

"NO!" Zoro roared and flung an arm in between the two of them, stopping –how fucking weird and sick it might sound as- himself from doing that!

Sanji froze, pressing himself as much as possible up against the wall, he looked horrified at the swordsman beside him, and then down at the arm there where only inches away from his face. He took a shuddering breath, and then licked his dry lips.

"Z-zoro…?" that stare, that dark stare of his burned into his eye, right through his soul and mind. It was the look that he feared the most… it was the look that he gave his opponent before he would kill them. Sanji felt a chilly wind blowing at his sweaty back… he didn't even know until now that he was sweating.

But what Sanji didn't know was, that Zoro wasn't looking at him but at someone else who's tongue where only a half an inch away from touching his lips. Zoro growled as he saw that his motion didn't help at all, as his hand and arm hand only went straight through the other's face. His other 'I' chuckled at his stupidity.

'Hmm~, you're more stupid than the law can allow. Heh!' he leaned back and stood up, still having that fucking amused look on his face as his lips curled even further up, into a sick smile. 'But I think that I will have some more fun with him later~!'

"Oh no you wo-ARGH! Ha-ah!"

"Oi, Zoro damn it!"

He had stood up and wanted to follow after the other, but have forgotten all about his broken leg. Pain shot up through it and then the soreness in his ass and back reawakened. He fell to the floor twisting in pain, and gritting his teeth to stop himself from screaming out more. "Don't touch me!" he said through gritted teeth, and Sanji, who had been about to lay a comforting hand on him, took it away immediately and looked shocked at him, then he too gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, moss-head, it's me!" Zoro was once again not looking at him, but past him. He looked up to see nothing at all again. "Hey! I'm here! Nothing is there!" He said and pointed it out with waving his hand at the air beside him. But Zoro was still glaring at the spot where nothing was.

Zoro's other 'I' smirked and then chuckled darkly at the perplexed look at the blond and the angry look on himself, so to say. 'You're weak, Roronoa Zoro…!' retreating his hand that now had been mere inches from the swordsman in pain, he stood up and towered over both the cook and himself '…weak…and pathetic…!' and then he turned around and disappeared into thin air, leaving a menacing laugh to echo in Zoro's whole mind and spirit.

"…o… oro… Hey, Zoro!"

Zoro jolted up as his eyes now landed on the blond cook who was looming over him, shaking his shoulder… in this position he even could see his hidden blind eye.

"Damn it Zoro, get back to your senses!" He tried to sound angry, irritated, but he could also hear the slight hint of fear and nervousness in it. Zoro blinked and at the confused look in his eyes, Sanji sighed and dropped his head, the tips of his golden hair just barely touching him and tickled the swordsman's nose and lips. "Don't scare me like that again," he heard him mumble, and now as he looked closer at him, he saw that he was trembling as well. He wanted to reach out to him, touch his chin… but somehow this position made him feel really uncomfortable, and he felt his heart starting to beat faster again. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes. He was right; he was pathetic!

A deep growl in the distance ripped the two of them out of their awkward silence that had grown between the, both froze and looked the way where the sound came from.

"Shit! We have to get out of here!" Sanji said and stood up, his heart started to beat a little bit faster again, as he heard the second growl not too far away this time. "Come on, marimo, move up!" He reached a hand down to him, but Zoro made no sign to grab it. "Zoro!" as the man did nothing he grabbed his hand himself, feeling him flinch but ignoring it, he pulled him up to a sitting position, grabbed his arm and laid it over his shoulder and then wrapped his own arm around his waist as he stood up. Zoro let him move him and did nothing before the blond motioned to move, and placed his heel into the ground. "The fuck you're doing?" the blond said. It was easily to hear the ever growing nervousness in his voice "We have to get the hell out of here, now! Our ship is just waiting down at the coast, right?"

"No," Zoro untangled himself out of Sanji's grip and tried to stand up strong, ignoring the pain in both his broken leg, his ass, his back, hell, the pain was all over his body… even in his heart "it's too late anyway," Sanji turned his neck to look the same way as the swordsman did by now, and paled. The tiger already stood right behind them, growling, like laughing at them. Zoro pushed the blond to the side and turned around fully; the motion colouring his face into a sick white colour, as he had to lean a little on his broken leg when turning around.

Zoro's fingers curled around the report he still was holding in his one hand and crumbled the papers under the pressure, as memories from back then floated back into his head together with the words from his own little 'discussion' with himself. He growled at how sick that actually sounded.

"Fucking idiot!" Sanji hissed as it hit him what it was that the swordsman was about to do, and grabbed his arm, "Move, move, move!"

"Let go of me, Sanji!" growled Zoro and ripped his arm out of his grasp. "Get out of here, I'll keep-"

That was all what was said before he felt a pang of pain shoot through his broken leg, as the blonds' foot connected to the backside of his knee. But before he ever could hit the floor, Sanji's shoulder was in front of him, and an arm laid around his waist, as he now laid over the cook's shoulder, and that same cook now started to run. "Like hell I'm going to leave you behind, you bastard!" He said and tightened his grip around the swordsman's waist, and turned around a corner in high speed. He knew that Hunter wouldn't hunt them just yet, he waited, he always did… because he 'loved' to 'play' with his 'food' and 'toy'.

"What the fuck do you think that you're do-"

"Just shut the fuck up, marimo!" Sanji cut him off with and wished that he could bash him in the head, as he started to trash around on his shoulder "speaking with you now, is out of question, you're heavy enough to begin with!"

"Then let go of me, damn it, I can-"

"Handle a shit!" he ended for him, "Shut up already and keep the hell still! I don't have those gorilla-arms as you have, so quit it already!"

They had finally got outside and Sanji felt his heart do a little flip-flop. Hunter trusted his own strength a bit too much to think that he would be able to stop them, before they ever would reach the coast and get on board of their ship so they could get the hell out of here… and then to be hunted around all over again.

"Oi, cook! I can run!" Came Zoro's answer suddenly after a long time of silence, only being broken by Sanji's pants and naked feet patting down at the stoned road.

"Like hell that you can run, idiot! Your leg is broken, damn it!" 'Yeah, and that's all because of me… stupid fucker that I am!' he cursed at himself in the end, and quickened his pace even more.

Suddenly he stopped and almost dropped to the knees, as he reached the island's only big harbour. He couldn't believe this! This… this was impossible, right? Just a nightmare… right?

"Don't tell me…!"

"Oi, Sanji? What's wrong?"

"The ship…" Zoro turned his neck as much as he could so he could see the same as the blond did. "…the ship is gone!"

"You sure that you're at the right place?"

"Zoro, I saw you come. The Sunny docked right beside the Mini Merry two… right here… they're both gone!" This couldn't be true. This damn hell couldn't be true!

"He knew it," gasped Zoro out as he thought about it all, "He knew it all along that they were gone… he sent them away… or something… that's why he let us run this far."

"No, no!" Sanji couldn't, wouldn't believe at this! What… what had he done to them? Where were they? Where was the ship? "Per-perhaps they just moved a bit further down the coast… yeah, that's it," he tried to convince himself and started moving in another direction, following the coast.

"Sanji, you know just as well as I do, that the rest of this island is covered by tall walls of rocks… there's only the beach that we can see over there to the left,"

Sanji looked at him, "Marimo? That direction is called 'right'!"

Zoro paused for a second, and then glared the best he could at the blond. "You damn hell know what my point is, cook!" he growled at him and tried to get down, off the cook's shoulder. "Hey, Sanji, let me down now."

"N-no, they, they're just down here, we-we'll make it, just wait and see,"

"Sanji," Zoro sighed, knowing the defeat and cruel reality when it came "they're gone, god knows where, but they're all gone." Sanji stopped in his walking, and he could feel him starting to shake. "We're trapped here,"

"W-we'll just take his ship then,"

"You really think that he would leave it unsecured so we just could take it as we wished? Beside; did you even see any ships at all?" Sanji shivered even more, as the realisation just wouldn't let him keep hanging to their only hope… a hope that was impossible… outright impossible. He could feel how the tears began to press on of the insides of his eyes, and he no longer could hold them back. He heard Zoro sigh in defeat.

"Sanji, put me down now… please," Sanji did as he was told, and let the swordsman stand on his one healthy leg. Zoro looked at him, but Sanji couldn't look him into the eyes. He still just couldn't understand their bad luck. They were trapped! They were trapped to stay on this cursed island, and he couldn't look into the swordsman's eyes and see the sad truth in them.

"The-they'll get back, to get us," he tried to cheer up with "We'll just have to keep hidden until then, your leg-"

"He would never let us wait like that, you know it. He'll find us before they'll ever get back to this cursed island," At least he wasn't alone to think of this island as being cursed. Suddenly Zoro froze, and he felt the hand there had rested on his shoulder for –god know how long- tighten and starting to shake.

"We can't keep on running,"

"I know that you idiot!" Sanji growled back, not at all that happy to hear the swordsman sounding so defeated. "I just need to get your ass in safe, and then,"

"It's me who he's after not,"

"…'you'? Is that what you where about to say? ' It's me who he's after, not you'? Damn fucker! He don't care who he get's at first! He'll come haunting the other one of us down until he got us both! Until he have satisfied his sick brain! Didn't you hear him? No matter of what, he'll keep me as his fucking 'fuck-pet', after he 'killed' you!"

They were both silent for another long time. This didn't get them anywhere at all. He knew that he had to get Zoro into safety, no matter how much the idiot wanted to beat the hell crap out of Hunter as well, for all that he had done to him. But Zoro couldn't fight shit against him, when not even being able to take one step to the side, and the thing that he even was seeing things there weren't there… the episode earlier still troubled him a bit. Sanji was scared, of course he was, but mostly he was scared for that Hunter would get his fingers in Zoro again, and give him some of that 'stuff' that he had given Sanji back then… He didn't want Zoro to be put through more of this shit. He didn't wa-!

Then suddenly a lot of things happened within a blink of an eye, he didn't see what occurred before he was roughly pushed to the side. It was like that time suddenly went really slow, almost stopped, and all sound disappeared, as he fell slowly to the ground. Zoro's hand reached at him, showing that it had been him who had pushed him, his back turned to him as he faced something there was about to jump at him. A tiger… Hunter! He widened his visible eye and reached his arm out to grab him, hold him, stop whatever that was going to happen next, but of course it was impossible to stop it. He said his name, but he couldn't even hear his own panicked voice. He knew that he was panicking.

Then time suddenly went fast again and all sounds returned back. Hunter's loud deep growl was the first thing he heard, as the tiger suddenly jumped at the swordsman and bit down in his shoulder. Zoro's face contorted with pain as the teeth went deeper into his flesh, his body was weakened to begin with, and also having a broken leg, he couldn't carry the weight of the big tiger, as it fell down together with him.

"Zoro? Fuck!" He scrambled to get up as the tiger released the swordsman's shoulder, and Zoro panted and writhed in pain. Damn legs! Why couldn't they cooperate with him just for once when really needed? The tiger stepped back, and slowly it transformed to the form in-between, and then finally, into a full-grown human. Hunter smirked down at his 'prey', and as Zoro looked up at him with that bloody look in his eyes that never should have been there in the first place –the look of horror, realisation, angst and abandonment-, he leaned over the swordsman and slammed his fist straight to his head. Zoro was out cold at once. "NOOO!"

Sanji finally came up on his legs, but it was too late. Hunter turned his way and grabbed his throat just as he came into his reach, didn't even pay his kick any attention that –he swore- broke two of his ribs, and then lifted him up from the ground.

"I told you, that I want my fun at first… I promised you to see him suffer before your eyes, right?" he said with his sadistic smile. Sanji kicked at him, but somehow he just couldn't reach him. Fuck! "Suffer till he goes all mad… remember?"

"Leave him alone, you bloody psychopathic…. MURDER!" Sanji sputtered at him and scratched his hands with his nails to force him to let go off him. "Just… just take me for all what you want then, but," he took a deep shuddering breath, anger and fear mixed inside of him, he paused his scratching and went still, staring at something behind the tiger-man, before glaring into his golden eyes and hissed "just let him go!"

"No," Hunter said simply as he walked away with him to a thick tree nearby. Sanji had a really bad feeling about this, and began to fight even more to get free again, scratching the man's hands till they bleed, kicked after him, he even tried to bite him, but that was pretty impossible. "I need my revenge!" Sanji's eyes widened as Hunter moved him to the left, laid a hand to his head, "The fun has only just begun," and then with full force slammed his head into the tree. Sanji blacked out at once.

-TOBD- TOBD- TOBD—

"…hah… nooh-…!"

"…hmm, you're so wonderful…"

He was slipping in and out of sleep…

"…hhhhr! Mmm-nnn!"

Sounds of springs creaking gave his sleepy mind a hint of what was happening, but still it wouldn't understand what it was, and just wanted to keep on sleeping.

"…more… no, more…!"

"Shhhh~!"

Sanji groaned by the insulting sounds interrupting his sleep, his mind wanting to understand what kind of sounds it was, but still couldn't or rather wouldn't. He furrowed his brows and made a move to turn around, but found himself not being able to do so. The sounds kept on, and it irritated him even more. He tried to go back to sleep, but something back in his mind kept nagging him, and as he rolled his head to one side, he suddenly remembered it all over again as a heavy headache reawakened. 'Shit! My head hurts,' he thought, and then fought to open up his eyes, but it seemed that his eyelids were heavier than he first thought. Then his muscles started to work a little again and as he worked his fingers, he found out that his left arm felt all stiff. His eyes finally opened, but everything was blurred, the sounds around him still sounded like he was hearing them all from underneath some water. Water… he moistened his mouth there felt all dry –he needed water- and even his throat hurt, as had someone poured sand down into it and moved it around somehow so it had scratched the sensitive skin inside of it.

He rolled his head back so he laid straight. Blinking with his eyes a ceiling slowly came into focus.

He had no idea of for how long that he had been out, but it felt like hours, if not like days. That sound interrupted his train of thoughts, as he tried to figure out for how long he had been out… and where the heck he was right now. What he could see so far, it looked like he was back at one of the hotel rooms, and that he was lying on the hard floor.

A groan, soft heavy moans that fastened, and a low voice begging someone to stop, turned all of his alarm clocks on, and he looked the way where the source of the sounds came from. His eyes widened at once as his brain finally understood what all those noises had been. He couldn't believe his eyes what he was seeing. It scared him, shocked him, and angered him to no end.

Fingers clenched and unclenched in the fabric of the soft bed sheet, as a heavy sweaty body was roughly pushed down into it. The bedsprings creaked even more as the movements became faster and rougher, and the sound of muffled moans and pants kept on getting louder.

Zoro's head pressed hard down into the sheets, teeth marking his bloodied lips as he tried to bite his own sounds away, but apparently it was useless. A tear rolled down from his eye, collecting with the thin lay of sweat covering his face and then ran faster down into the white sheets.

Sanji barely blinked. He couldn't see the swordsman's face, only the blood running from his lips and the tear rolling down along his cheek… he didn't even know if he even wanted to see his face.

A satisfied growl pulled Sanji's attention to the one who was looming above Zoro, and suddenly looked into two golden eyes -Hunter snickered by the shocked expression painted all over the blonds' face. He scraped his nails down along Zoro's legs and pressed them further down against the teen's chest. Said teen still fought with to keep his voice low –oh how he would like to hear it as loud as before…!

He leaned down and licked teasingly at Zoro's mouth, watching the reaction of the blond, who looked utterly lost, but he still could see that angered and disgusted look in that single ocean blue eye.

Sanji wanted to rip that son of a bitch off Zoro, who kept fucking him like nothing was wrong, and damn hell smirking at him all the while, looking mockingly at him as he licked the blood away from Zoro's mouth. His hands trembled as they clenched, ignoring the pain in his left hand and that the bandage wrapped around it was getting a nice deep red colour by now, as he tried to give the fuckhead the most menacing look he could muster… but no matter of what, he still couldn't do anything other than look as shocked as he felt too. He wanted to jump up and kick his head in, but no matter how much he tried, his body wouldn't listen to him at all.

'Fuck!'

Hunter chuckled. "Seems our little friend here has woken up, Roronoa," he purred into the young swordsman's ear, never stopping to abusing his rear; he wanted to fuck him raw, but he knew that the worst pain for this man was, if he did it as gentle as possible with him. Zoro froze, but didn't look in the direction of where the cook was. Hunter thrust in hard in the same time and Zoro just barely managed to cover his mouth in time to kill the moan there wanted to escape his lips. Hunter chuckled and licked his earlobe gently, sending friction through the young swordsman's body. "Look at him," he moaned, but the teen only closed his eyes tight together.

He would not look at him… it would be too embarrassing. Fuck! He had hoped for that the blond would sleep throughout all of this. But of course fate didn't want the same. Suddenly he felt two finger presses into his eyeballs and forced his eyelids to open. Hunter smiled mockingly at him, before he pressed his palm against his cheek and then forced his head to look to the left.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the blond. Sanji stared at him, utterly lost, but, he could also see the look of disgust in that blue eye. He wanted to look away as he felt his cheek heat up, but Morrin's hand kept his head at place. Even though his fingers no longer was holding his eyelids open, he still couldn't close his eyes… it was like he was in trance as his grey eyes locked together with a single blue. Sanji just laid there on the floor, caught in the motion of standing up. None of them said a word.

Then Morrin moved again inside of him, as gentle and lovingly as possible. Zoro moaned out loud, the sound making the blond widen his visible eye even more… and the look of disgust getting clearer in his face.

'He's disgusted at seeing me like this,' Zoro thought as he felt his climax getting closer… he felt so wonderful, and so tired. He bit his lips, feeling disgusted at himself all as well. 'Damn it! If he'd just been rough to me, aggressive, fucked me hard, violated me the worst thinkable way, I could live with that.' He gasped, his breath catching in his throat, and he almost screamed in delight as Morrin's fingers curled around his penis and pumped him. 'It would feel more like a rape, if he hadn't been this gentle. Damn it! Hurt me! Hurt me, for god's sake! I don't want to feel this good!'

He could see Sanji's features changing; the look of hate burned in his eye… and Zoro could really understand him; he just laid there and took it… like the whore he was… just as Morrin had whispered into his ear just a moment ago "My little whore…!"

He was getting closer to the edge, and though his body was in such an ecstasy, he cursed at himself in his mind, yelled at himself, roared and screamed to himself to stop feeling so good about being fucked by him! The worst part was when he finally came and moaned out long and loud like a fucking whore who would spread his or her legs to anybody in the near.

Morrin chuckled above him as he loaded himself inside of the teen, and as said teen went all numb. He leaned down to his face again, licked his cheek, placing small kisses on his throat, his nose, and then finally, after licking around the teen's lips, he took said lips and kissed him ever so passionately... laughing out loud in his mind over his victory.

Zoro was all too weak to even move an arm by now, and could do nothing other than to close his eyes in disgust. It felt so nice and so good, that he was getting sick at himself.

Sanji would hate him now, he just knew it… and he wouldn't blame him for it. That look of disgust, that furious look that took over it and then that stare of pure hate… Zoro didn't blame him, not at all.

Morrin put on his clothes and moved away from the bed, chuckling, and then reached a hand down to run through the teen's hair. Zoro clenched his eyes as tight together as possible. He wanted to attack him, but then again not. He felt so tired, so exhausted that he just wanted to fall asleep right here and now… and then to never wake up again.

He couldn't stand to see that look on the cook's face again.

"You're such a good whore, Zoro-kun~," purred the psycho into his ear, Zoro clenched his teeth hard together, almost broke them by the force.

Sanji was too shocked to even move his little finger. He just laid there, his one healthy arm holding him up, as he couldn't rip his eye off the swordsman lying in the bed, getting patted on the head by the fucker who whispered something into his ear. He was furious, mostly furious at himself that he hadn't jumped up and kicked that shit-head off Zoro, who had laid there all limp and just taken it. No wonder. Zoro looked all exhausted and ready to pass out any second from the moment his face was forced to look in his direction. If he hadn't known any better he would have said that Hunter had fucked him into bliss… but since he had been through the same 'treatment' he knew the shame would came just about now, after being in that bliss, after being given oh so much 'love'. Hunter had done the same shit to him, and he remembered how disgusted he felt at himself right after it. That was also why he couldn't look into anyone's faces right after that; he felt too dirty, because his body had liked it.

The gleam, that strong light that normally was in Zoro's eyes, were all gone by now, they looked dull and lost… it was that look that he hated to see on the swordsman; it didn't belong to his beautiful face.

As Hunter passed by him, their eyes met, and Hunter just smirked even more at him, as Sanji glared up at him. That fuck-head! Then, he just left the room, not even bothering to lock the door, and left the two of them to be alone.

It took several minutes for Zoro to finally look away and just stare up in the ceiling, as he tried to steady his breathing as well. It hurt, every intake of air burned in his lungs… but it wasn't the only thing that hurt. His whole body hurt, though he had been 'treated so well' in this room. His anus, his back, they hurt so much… so much that he barely could describe the pain.

He sensed someone looming over him after some long minutes. As a hand touched his chin he stiffened and opened his eyes at once. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that familiar smell, that once calmed him so much, as he looked up into one single ocean-blue eye, looking at him with an expression he couldn't read.

Sanji pulled his hand back fast as if he had just burned it in the fire, as Zoro suddenly stiffened. Two grey eyes -one looking pretty beaten up; it had dark-blue circles and yellowish and green marks around it- stared up at him, frightened to no end. "Zoro," he whispered, his voice sounding raw, as he felt a hole grow inside of his heart when he saw the ever so strong swordsman looking so beaten, lost, defeated and… 'gone'…! He didn't look like the Zoro he knew, this one, the person laying in this bed, looked more like a scared kid that just had been violated by a psycho, who just barely let him live. He fought with himself whether or not to run his fingers through that greenish hair of his, until his eye scanned over the beaten up body, and landed far down where his legs still laid spread, sluggish and weak. Underneath him he could see something red. Alarm clocks ringing loudly in his mind he took one long step to the side to look closer… what he saw was something that made his stomach turn and his face pale.

Blood still seeped out from his ass, together with a lot of white semen, colouring the white sheet into a disgusting red colour… deep red. But not only that, it was more like the wounds. The way Zoro was laying, spread wide before him, he just barely could see a rift going from just outside his ass, and defiantly going deep inside of him. Shit! Shit shit shit! He unconsciously he moved in between the swordsman's legs, who moved a bit uneasy in the bed, but he didn't register that. 'how deep is that wound?' was all he could think, and before he even could stop himself, his one finger was already inside of Zoro, trying to follow the line of the wound.

Zoro jolted and screamed out loud by the touch, both of the shock of the cook suddenly putting a finger inside of him, but also because of the pain it send through him. He tried to move away, his breathing getting faster again, while his heart almost burst out through his chest. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? 'Is he trying to…?' just the thought of it almost stopped his breathing and he tried to pull even further away… but his arms, his legs and his body was all too weak, and he barely moved an inch away from the blond cook. 'No Sanji… p-please…!'

Sanji almost fell backwards at the sudden outburst from the swordsman, and only then he caught himself in what he was doing, and pulled his finger out at once. "Sorry, I-I didn't, I mean I… I…" he trailed off and looked down at the finger there for a moment ago had been inside of the swordsman; it was all covered in fresh blood, and something white and yellowish that he knew wasn't semen. 'Oh fuck! No no no no! This isn't good! This isn't good at all!' Not only did the wounds inside of the teen's ass bleed, but there was also inflammation in them, and if Zoro didn't get treated by a real doctor very soon… the swordsman would die of the infections!

While he panicked, another voice inside of his head screamed loud to him; 'This is all YOUR fault! Sanji!'

"Damn it marimo, stop giving me that look," he croaked weakly, and looked away from those blaming grey eyes. Zoro looked away as well, slowly dozing off. He blinked and shook his head.

"Sanji," he tried to work his tongue, but the words came out sluggish. The blond, sitting at the bedside lifted his head, as if telling him that he was listening. "Get out of here, while you can…!" The sudden movements in the bed make him flinch, and just in that same moment he cursed himself at getting nervous over just such a little thing. 'My nerves are getting thinner… is it that drug-thing doing it?' he groaned and laid an arm –that felt like weighing a ton- over his eyes 'I'm not feeling like myself at all,'

"Bastard!" Sanji suddenly roared after glaring down at the swordsman and then grabbed his shoulders, yanking him up into a sitting position. Zoro gritted his teeth as pain shut up from his ass and all the way up through his spine. Fuck it hurt! But he refused to say anything at all. Sanji self made a face as he saw the swordsman's face pale even more. "Like I would leave you behind, you damn son of a bitch," though he said it to him… the cursing was more meant to himself.

"Idiot! Like I could run around like this!" he sneered back, slowly getting irritated at the cook, who didn't get a fuck of that he just wanted him in safe. "My leg is broken, my ass and back hurts like a fuck, and I've already lost too much of blood!"

"So what?" Sanji levelled his voice "I'm not that fucking weak that I can't carry you! Beside, when had a broken leg or losing too much of blood ever stopped you? You were even ready to cut off both of your feet back at Little Garden, and then fight against that shitty Mr. 3! How should this ever be any different?"

"Because there's no use in running away!" Zoro levelled his voice as well, getting even angrier for each word he heard coming out of that trashcan that the cook called his mouth. "There's no hope!"

"There's always hope as long as we are alive! And who the hell ever said that we were running away?"

"Then what the hell are you talking about 'getting out of here'?"

Sanji's nails almost went through the beaten skin, as he saw the blood on the sheets, he knew that it not only was the swordsman's ass there was bleeding 'fuck-head has reopened all of his wounds when he… damn it!' He wheezed as he took a deep breath, stopping himself from wanting to shake some senses into the damn swordsman.

"What the hell do you think? This is also my fight, Zoro! He not only hurt me, he hurt you as well! I want to get you out of here!"

"And what? Come back and fight him? He's too strong, Sanji!"

"Oh-hoho~! Look who's talking? I never thought that would ever stop you, shitty swordsman!"

"I might be an idiot, but I'm not foolhardy!"

"No? Then how did you then get all those battle-scars then?"

"It has nothing to do with it!"

"It has everything to do with it, you bloody marimo! And you know what? Fuck you! You stay here and get some rest!"

Sanji hated the face the swordsman gave him now, that damn sad smile as he looked defeated up at him. "Glad that you're listening to me at once, cook," he said calmly, but Sanji could still hear the deep sorrow in his voice. He groaned in frustration.

"I'll never listen to you, you fuck-head! I meant; 'stay here and get some sleep, while I'll go and try to find your swords, or something else so we can steady your leg a little'! Geez! Sometimes you're even slower than Luffy!"

"Guess you're right," Sanji stood up and looked down at the swordsman, at his sacked shoulders as his arms landed soft between his spread legs and looked at something far behind what this room ever could show. He wanted to slap him for saying that, but he had got enough of bruises… and second; he had harmed him enough as well. The picture of Zoro lying defenceless underneath him, beaten, bloodied as he gave him that weak sad smile of his while he raped him, went back into his mind and he shivered visibly at it.

"What ever, marimo, just… don't do anything stupid, kay?"

"Sanji?" The blond stopped at the door, hand almost touching the handle as he moved his head just a bit to the right. Zoro looked at him, giving him that fucking weak smile of his again. "It's okay," the swordsman sighed defeated. Sanji gritted his teeth and flung the door open as he rushed out through it.

'I have to hurry!'

To be continued

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AN: Yeah, okay then, so there'll be one chapter more than expected –damn, I just have a hard time to end this story –mumbles grumble- and then there'll be an epilogue as well… I think –nervous smile-

Anyway, I hope that you still like the story, the blog-bunnies has been trying to infect my brain, so I'm not all that sure that the chapter is okay, but please tell me, no? ^o^

Everyone! Please Review & Review and give me that last hard push so I'll be faster in writing and I'll be able to write a good ending to this story as well XD Nille likes many reviews and the more the faster she'll write *^o^*

Take care, everyone! Have a nice summer!

See you all at the next chapter~!

~Pernille

Answers on reviews from chapter twenty-seven part two:

tazx x x: LOL! Well then, looks like that I hit the right spot, huh? Hehe. I'm an evil writer, I know~ –devilish smile- but I'm glad to hear that you liked it anyway ^o^

lemonlimediddies: His love to Sanji is indeed very deep, and he knows that Sanji hates what he has done… when times come to where they have time to think things trough, it's only then that the silent misunderstandings will come. But no matter of what; they'll both still love each other, for sure ^o^

Pervy Otaku: Ah yeah, I confess that I got a bit inspired by ROM-13's 'Spit out your Soul' just right there… anyone who reads this I can only say; please go and read her stories; she's one of the worlds GREATEST Doujinshi-ka, together with Yamato. Honestly!

Yes, I know that the whole hand into Zoro's ass is a REALLY dangerous business… if not careful, he could die of the infection there'll come, so… hell, Zoro's in deep shit, so say it nice!
Who knows if Hunter wants to get a three some? He's sick enough to want to, no? XDD

…And yeah, you ARE weird… really… weird… welcome on board on the ship of weird people! –laughs out loud- the weird, psychotic, perverted AND brain loose people! BWAHAHAHAHA! ;p

And, well, my dearest friend, I really hope that you liked the update ^o^;

LunaticV: LOL You don't think so that I should tell them that it was 'you' who gave me the idea to the Fisting-scene? Naa, don't worry, I would never tell… Argh DAMN IT! –deadpanned- I just said it out loud! –horror- XDD I was actually done with this chapter for a long while ago… but then after I got your last message I chose to read it through again and then ended up with deleting seven pages and rewriting the ending of this chapter XDD but hey, here you have it! ^o^

alguien22792: Yes, sadly enough he did. Doctor Morrin is a sick bastard, to think about that he hadn't let Zoro alone, when it all was his own fault to begin with! It's Morrin's own fault that he lost everything; his clinic, his wife and even his daughter and all of his friends, who all turned their back to him… And now he turned into a psychopath! I feel sorry for both Zoro and Sanji as well, honestly, I do!

Thanks for your review~! I'm glad to see that you liked it so much ^^, but mind you, the 'fisting' wasn't my idea to begin with, someone told me about it and then… well… perverted sick mind suddenly took over my fingers as they wrote down the words XDD –bad excuse, huh? LOL