Two weeks earlier.
Sanji's heart sunk the moment they turned the corner and his eyes were met with absolute chaos. The place of his childhood, his dreams and memories…was gone. All that remained in its place was burning rubble. Dark, disgusting, ash covered rubble. He brought the car to a stop a few shops away. Before he could even acknowledge the shocked expression of his other passenger, he yanked the car door open and stepped out. His eye widened and his body froze. The Baratie was gone.
Zoro's jaw clenched at the sight, and he immediately looked over, only catching Sanji as he fled from the vehicle. A feeling of discomfort rolled around in his gut and he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt in a scramble to follow the blond. This definitely hadn't been what they were expecting. Anything but this. They knew something had happened, someone wouldn't have tried desperately to reach Sanji if it hadn't, but this was the worst possible outcome.
Immediately after getting the messages earlier both men had jumped to their feet in a frenzy to get dressed. They rushed out and started on their way there. Sanji took the driver's side, due to Zoro's ability to get lost – or how he liked to call it 'taking the long way'. But honestly, Zoro didn't feel the need to argue.
Sanji drove like a maniac, his phone up to his ear as he listened to the messages. He had never seen the blonde's skin turn such a deathly pale color in such a short amount of time. Zoro watched him uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't think he'd ever seen Sanji in such a state before. He could hear the panic tone in the messages, but unfortunately couldn't piece the words together. Had they been robbed? Was old man Zeff okay? It was all he could think of. Neither of them spoke.
Zoro closed the car door behind him and hurried after Sanji, who began to speed walk towards the Baratie's previous location. It was blocked off by yellow caution tape and emergency vehicles.
"Sanji!" Someone from amongst the crowd called out. It was Pattie, an oddly shaped man who Zoro recognized as one of the Baratie's employees.
Sanji walked up to him, confusion drawn on his face. He was half relieved to see Pattie standing before him, but the other half of him was being forced to a much darker place inside himself.
"Pattie..." Sanji gasped. "What happened?"
Zoro walked up behind him, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets while he stared out at the scene. He honestly never thought he'd see something like this happen to the Baratie. It was just a fish restaurant after all.
Pattie's eyes started to water as soon as the words had left Sanji's mouth. He squeezed his arms more tightly on some kind of package he was holding. Sanji didn't even think to notice it. His eye itself had found its way back to staring at the wreckage.
"I-I," Pattie struggled at first. It was truly awkward to see the man cry. Especially when there were plenty of instances in their memories of the same man beating and kicking people out onto the streets unmercifully. "I went out to get the mail and when I turned around... the Baratie. She exploded."
Carne, another one of the chefs there, emerged from his place in the crowd too. He waddled over to them, tears streaming from behind his circular sunglasses. "Owner Zeff was inside too! It got him!" He cried.
Zoro's eyes widen at that. Zeff? So then Sanji's father figure had been in there. He swallowed thickly and looked over at Sanji. But Sanji didn't seem to be anymore phased than he was before hearing the devastating news. Instead he just looked back at Pattie.
"Pattie. W-what's that?" His voice was shaking, but he motioned to the package in the chef's arms.
Pattie slowly pulled the box away from him, a little shocked that he had forgotten its existence. But also confused as to why, of all things, Sanji was interested in just a mere package. Didn't he hear Carne when he announced that Zeff had been in the blast? That he was now deceased?
"The mail but...Sanji. Zeff…th- they found him.. He was caught in the blast he's..."
Sanji tuned out Pattie's words. He snatched the package from the man, his heart racing a mile a minute. He studied it desperately, glancing at all its sides. Then, relentlessly he dug his fingers into the top and ripped at the cardboard. It tore with ease against his desperate clawing. If possible his eyes widened even more at the sight of what was inside. He felt a sudden lightness fly to his head and thought his knees were going to give out. He slowly eased it out of the package.
Zoro was watching Sanji, confused to the core. What the hell was exactly going on here? They arrived to see the Baratie, a place he had been under the impression was a very special and irreplaceable place to Sanji, heard that his adoptive father that Sanji swore saved his life had been caught in a blast and been killed, yet all Sanji seemed to care about was a package?
He moved in closer to see just what it was that was so important. It only confused him more. A book? Why would he care about a stupid book over everything that lay before him? There were still firemen trying to keep the fire at bay in places for god's sake! He put a hand comfortingly on Sanji's shoulder, studying the man's expression. Had he gone mad? Was it that much of a shock?
"Oi. Sanji..." His voice was cautious, as if he was calling out to a child.
Sanji just stared into the cover of the book. He recognized it more than he wished he did. He ran his fingers over the cover, hesitating at the words in bold. 'The All Blue' it read, and beneath it a beautifully painted ocean. It was a children's story about a sea that held fish from all over the world, but it was a legend. And to Sanji, it was the one thing he never wanted to see again in his life. It was his reminder of the inevitable. They'd finally found him.
Present
Chopper pressed his clipboard to his chest, forcing himself to take in a deep breath. He was standing in front of his patient's room, shifting nervously between his feet. He was confident Sanji had made it through the night, but wasn't looking forward to seeing the aftermath from when Zoro broke past him the night before. Even after Sanji had specifically asked him not to let anyone in.
Chopper wanted to stop him, to protect his patient's wishes, but Luffy had stopped him before he could, telling him something about how Zoro knew what he was doing and that it'd all be okay. Even though Chopper doubted that, only being able to think about how much they randomly broke into fights with one another, he never doubted Luffy's word. He seemed to have a sixth sense about these things, even if he looked like the last person who would.
The small reindeer nodded his head. Yes, Luffy was probably right. He was over reacting. Surely Zoro wouldn't start something. Surely. Pressing his weight to the tip of his hooves he reached up and turned the door knob, allowing himself in. He took two cautious steps forward and his eyes widened as he took in the scene that laid out before.
In the center of the room a wheelchair was knocked over onto its side. On the floor next to it a small smudge of blood. A few inches from that the remainder of a cigarette that had burned itself out. He allowed his shocked expression to turn towards the bed. If he hadn't been in his sane doctor mind, he might've found the scene touching.
Zoro was on the bed while being propped up against the wall, his head hanging down as he slept. That guy could sleep in any position couldn't he? His arms were at his sides loosely around the blonde man resting on his lap. Sanji's bang covered more of his face than usual, his body hanging loosely against Zoro's. He had a hand resting on his bandaged chest, where, much to Chopper's dismay, blood had bled through.
Chopper began to shake, a boiling fury building inside him. He slammed his clipboard to the ground. "Zoro! Sanji! Wake up!" He demanded.
His little furious screams seemed to shake them both awake. Zoro's head shook slightly as he tried to come out of his rest. His brown eyes wandered to the reindeer as he picked his clipboard back up and began to trot over to them. "Ngh, Chopper." He mumbled to himself.
The cook in his grasp let out a sigh as he rolled his head to the side. His eye opened up rather tiredly. "Chopper..." He said, his voice low. "What's up?"
Chopper just sent an adorable glare. "What did you do?!" He exclaimed, gesturing to Sanji's wounds, then the wheelchair. Although he wanted to sound angrier, it only sounded like concern. Sanji lowered his eyebrows, going to follow the doctor's gaze. He tried to slowly lift himself to see at his chest.
Zoro's eyes followed too and looked at Sanji's bandages. Oh, they must've leaked more throughout the night. He moved his arm cautiously that was behind Sanji's back to help him sit up.
Sanji let out a hiss, pain smacking into his abdomen. "Ah! Shit Marimo! Stop stop!"
Zoro froze. "I didn't even do anything-" He went to retreat his arm.
"Fuck! Stop. Don't move!" Sanji's arm flew up and grasped onto his arm.
Chopper just shook his head. He hurriedly rushed over to his equipment and began to get things ready. "You've inflamed your wounds! The medication has probably worn off by now so you're finally feeling it."
Sanji closed his eyes again, letting his other hand barely brush over his wounds. "Fuck." He just said in return. No wonder he thought maybe he'd gotten off easily the previous days. He felt like absolute hell now.
Zoro watched intently as the little doctor began scavenging his supplies. He turned back over towards them. Zoro dared to let his muscles relax a bit, though he had this sudden fear if he moved even a bit it would just go back to hurting the cook. "Dammit cook. This is what you get for freaking out."
"Tch!" Sanji grunted in reply. He glared up at Zoro. "If you hadn't shown up with your ugly mug..."
"Stop!" Chopper demanded. He placed his things on Sanji's legs. Both the men found this crudely amusing. At least they were useful as a table now. Sanji let his head fall back and he let out a noise of frustration. After pulling out a small stool from under the bed and stepping on it, Chopper spoke. "Now Zoro hold him still. I'm going to try disinfecting and re-bandaging."
Zoro nodded in response, but still didn't move. Chopper reached over to Sanji's abdomen and pulled back the bandage. It revealed a long scar down the middle. The skin around it was bruised and inflamed. Zoro found himself oddly fixated to it. So that's where Chopper had gone in and done his surgeries. The reason why Sanji was still alive.
Sanji lifted his head back, daring himself to look at the scar again. He'd seen it the day before but had been too caught up in the lost feeling of his legs to really pay it any attention. He cringed at the sight, and it only made him swear in pain again. Crap that fucking hurt. Where were those drugs again? He forced himself to look away as Chopper dotted at his stitches with some ointment.
Sanji's eyes fell to Zoro's face. He hadn't really even looked at him yet, and it relieved him. He was still here. Zoro stayed by him throughout the whole night. He eyed at the suspicious circles under the swordsman's eyes. It wouldn't have surprised Sanji if the guy had actually forced himself awake once or twice just to check on him. A blush formed on Sanji's cheeks. Bastard, looking after him and shit.
"Enjoying the view?" He hissed out as Chopper started to use the alcohol. Zoro had to tighten his grasp as Sanji squirmed. Oh fuck did that sting. He dug his fingers into Zoro's arm.
Zoro looked off, giving a slight huff at being caught and ignored the digging in his arm completely. "Mine's better."
Chopper glared up at them both. Idiots, the both of them! Really, comparing scars? As a doctor he was appalled. They were so competitive that they would even compare those? Though, while he had them both at his mercy- Sanji exposed and Zoro holding him frozen, too nervous about moving and causing harm to the damaged blonde, he began to bring back up his question.
"What did you do?" He gestured a glance back at the wheelchair.
"Marimo pushed me." Sanji grinned. As if he would ever pass a chance to annoy the man, even if it included wrongly accusing him. The deer's little jump in surprise amused him.
The swordsman shot him a glare and Chopper gasped. He glared angrily at Zoro. "You pushed an injured person!?" he growled.
"The hell cook?! Your ass fell!" Zoro barked uncomfortably, not enjoying being the one at blame here. He avoided Chopper's glare. It hadn't been his fault. If the cook hadn't been so damn stubborn in the first place he wouldn't have fallen out. God he wished he could just knock that grin off his face. He had to remind himself it would turn out even worse if he tried though.
Sanji just laughed at his expense. "Nah. I did fall. But no thanks to the marimo's fucking hovering."
"God forbid anyone who cares about your ass," hissed the swordsman, glaring off again. He resisted the urge of just dropping his support of the cook and letting him stretch out his stitches or something.
But Sanji just still grinned at him. He knew he wouldn't do anything at the moment, which just made Sanji want to annoy him further. He felt as Chopper finally smoothed down a fresh new bandage on his abdomen. He wiped off his imaginary brow – or perhaps he had one, Sanji couldn't tell since he was an adorable little fluff ball.
Chopper turned to him then. "It's healing so you need to be more careful. Don't move too much."
Sanji pressed his lips together. Unfortunately he didn't believe he'd be moving too much anyway. His eyes drifted downward, reality coming back to him. "Sorry Chopper. I'll try not to," he reassured.
Chopper reached for his arms then and Sanji slowly let go of his grasp on Zoro. Zoro felt it and his eyes moved back to what they were doing. He slightly missed the touch. He had found it comforting, even if the cook kept squeezing him like a bitch. But even so it just made him feel needed.
"These are looking a lot better!" Chopper chirped happily. Then the little deer jumped off the stool and made his way towards the door. "I'm going to go and get you some water to take your pain medications with." He narrowed his eyes at them. "Don't do anything while I'm gone!" Then he rushed out.
Both men watched him go, and then looked away in opposite directions. Neither of them seemed to want to make eye contact with each other.
"The hell cook? Telling him I pushed you..." growled Zoro. He apparently wasn't over that yet.
"Sorry" the cook said, glancing up at him with a small smile. "I had to lighten the mood somehow."
"Tch. Whatever." Zoro looked back down at him. Their two eyes met and his scowl seemed to soften. "But you should listen to him and take it easy, shit cook." His voice had gone low. It always seemed to do that when he was really concerned.
Sanji snorted at that, his small smile remaining on his face. His blush from earlier found its way back. This guy was just totally ranking up his points by caring so much wasn't he? Sanji always knew he had this side to him, but actually seeing it he didn't know what to think. His gaze moved back to the door. "Funny hearing that come from you shit-head. You're the worst patient ever."
Zoro's gaze fell back to Sanji's bandages. He knew the shit cook was strong, he knew it more than a lot of people did. But he also knew about the front he was hiding himself behind. He wondered what exactly was going through the blonde's mind right now. He seemed much more comfortable and happier than the previous day but...
Sanji's hand found Zoro's and he squeezed it. He was staring at him, which took Zoro aback for a moment. Had he gotten lost in his thoughts again?
Lifting himself up and wincing at the pain he brought Zoro's hand to his mouth.
"O-oi cook! Don't hurt yourself-"
"Shut up marimo." The cook growled in response, pressing his lips against the tan man's hand. He was going to do it because he wanted to do it. Fuck the pain. Ignoring his pain again, he breathed on it softly and it made Zoro blush. They sat that way for a few moments until Sanji broke the silence.
"We're..." he started to whisper. "We're going to be alright, right?"
Zoro's eyes widened. Ah, there it was. The negativity dwelling inside Sanji. He knew that it still thrived in there and that it probably would continue to for some time. But he could handle it – he would ease it away. That much he was confident about. Cautiously with his free arm, he draped over Sanji's shoulders and leaned into the crook of his neck. He whispered into his ear.
"Everything's gonna be fine." He lowered his lips to flesh and began to kiss at his neck. "I'll make sure of it."
Sanji closed his eyes and leaned his head in Zoro's direction, relaxing into the kisses. He really wanted to believe that. No he would believe that. Because if all else seemed to be an absolute hell – his life in danger, his legs useless and his body infinitely sore – having Zoro be there for him gave him hope. Not everything was taken from him.
They both pushed away though when the door opened again. Sanji gasped in pain at his sudden movement when he attempted to push away from Zoro. Zoro pretended to be looking at some of the medical equipment.
"Sanji!" The little doctor rushed over, a glass of water in his hand and a bag over his shoulder. "Don't move so suddenly!" He placed the glass on the bed side table and threw the bag onto the floor. He fiddled with its pockets for a moment before opening a pill container. He offered it and the water to Sanji.
"Here! This should numb most of the pain..."
Sanji shakily took it. Thank god, the pain was getting too much to just ignore. The swordsman really did make getting cut up look like a walk in the park. He tossed the pill back into his throat and drowned it down with water. He let out a relieved sigh. "Ah thanks chopper."
Chopper just nodded, happy his patient was complying. Then he seemed to remember the trapped Zoro on the bed holding Sanji. "Oh! Zoro you can get up now. I was just going to help Sanji get dressed...a lot of the crew is here to see him."
Sanji's throat seemed to close. More of the crew was here to see him? He had mixed feelings about that. He wanted to see them because they were like his family after all but...then again seeing them like this after all that had happened...what would they think now? What would Nami-san and Robin-chan think? He was really embarrassed about it all.
Zoro tilted his head to the side. Oh. He guessed it was a little strange he was still playing a seat for Sanji. Again, he had just grown comfortable to it. "Alright" he announced before standing up on the bed and scooping Sanji in his arms bridal style. Sanji's face burned red.
"The hell! Don't manhandle me!" he protested.
But Sanji's words were ignored. Zoro jumped down from the bed, turned and laid him back on it. He just grinned. "There we go. Sleeping beauty back in his bed." He teased.
"Oh so now you think I'm beautiful."
"Pfft. It was a joke, shit cook. A joke."
Chopper rolled his eyes at them. At least they were getting along without the physical part to their fights. He unzipped the bag and retrieved some clothing from inside. "You can help if you want to Zoro." He said, holding the clothing up. Zoro eyed the clothing first, then his grin suddenly seemed to expand.
"Whoa. Hell no! Chopper I didn't sign up for some Marimo Nurse!" Protested Sanji, propping himself up on his elbows. His whole situation was torture enough.
Zoro took up a shirt from Chopper's pile and threw it over his arm. He turned back toward Sanji, his tongue racing across his teeth in excitement. "What's wrong cook? Don't like playing dress up?"
The cook just glared. Reaching out and using the wall for support he brought himself in an upright position. "I don't need you to dress me! I can do it myself, shit-head!"
Zoro glanced down at Chopper who was still holding the rest of the clothes. He grabbed them, and then softened his grin to a convincing smile. "I got it from here Chopper."
Chopper looked up at him uneasily. He had a feeling this could end badly if he allowed Zoro to do this alone. He glanced at his patient who shot him a pleading expression. Sanji didn't look too thrilled with the idea either but... Zoro knows what he's doing. It'll be okay. Luffy's words from the night before came back to him. He smiled, nodding to nothing in particular. "Okay!" He announced. Then he trotted off adorably just like before.
Zoro waited until the door had shut before tossing the clothes at the cook. The cook seemed shocked at first but reached out and caught them without falling over. He looked at the clothes, then up at Zoro. Zoro's stern expression was back. So it was already time for serious talking again?
"Get dressed." Zoro said, avoiding that deep blue eye. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. If the cook got dressed and they went out to see the others he'd never get to hear about it. Or maybe he would, but he had a feeling that the cook would leave things out. He worried about what people thought of him and wouldn't want to sound over troubling.
"And tell me everything."
He watched as Sanji slowly slid a t-shirt over his head. He pulled it down until it covered over his bandages then glanced at Zoro. Sanji's face had paled and he lowered his brows in concentration. Where was he going to begin? Zoro had an unexplained talent of knowing when he was holding back, so he knew he couldn't just sugarcoat it.
"What do you want to know?" he asked honestly, hesitantly looking at the swordsman.
Zoro shrugged, folding his arms over his chest again. "Just start talking" he suggested.
Sanji sighed. He hated having to say these things. He was a very private person and letting other people hear his problems didn't sit right with him. Not to mention he'd be telling these troubles to Zoro. By the end of things he wasn't sure what the swordsman would think of him. All it seemed like now was that he kept showing him weakness after weakness.
He leaned forward, settling his arms on his legs. His head seemed to lower also. He was now facing away from Zoro, which made it a little easier.
"They're some kind of crime group. Don't ask me what type, I really don't know. They do awful things and value their reputation more than anything. They like being off the map and unseen…like a legend."
He pressed his lips together then gazed behind him. His cigarette pack and lighter sat on the nightstand and it was practically calling out to him. Zoro noticed this and walked over to it. He picked it up and handed it to Sanji with ease. Neither of them met eyes but Sanji bowed his head slightly in thanks. Sanji lit up a cigarette and placed it in between his lips. He took the longest drag of his life.
"So why are they after you?"
"Apparently..." He paused. He was actually going to do this then? Share his childhood with Zoro? Not the fake happy one he had usually told people to keep their curiosity away, the real one? "My parents were a part of the All Blue at one time. But they betrayed them somehow or did something wrong, I'm not sure. Since the All blue likes keeping things secret though, they were eliminated."
He stared at his cigarette as he pulled it away from his mouth. Maybe there should've been more emotion in his voice after talking about his actual parents, but there wasn't. After spending the beginning of his life in hell thanks to them, he'd tried to forget they had even existed. "Of course they thought I was a liability too. Wanted to get rid of me in the slight chance I knew something or could spread it."
Zoro hovered, and then sat down on the bed next to Sanji. He stared at the back of his shoulders. "Did you?"
"The hell if I can remember. I was a little shit head! Only thing I knew about All Blue was that it was some amazing ocean... but even that was enough to convince them I was a threat. So then..." He paused as his body tensed.
Zoro moved his hand up and clasped it comfortingly on his shoulder. Sanji's voice seemed to lower. "They took me in and tried to kill me off in a way they thought would leave their hands the least dirty. Shoved me off in a room somewhere..."
Zoro clenched his jaw, taking in Sanji's words. He knew that the blonde's past had been traumatic, but not in this way. He squeezed his grasp in support. Sanji moved a hand and let it rest on top of Zoro's.
"They left me in a room for months without anything to eat. It was absolute hell. I thought I was going to die. But then Zeff..." He let out a dry chuckle, a weak smile appearing at saying his adoptive father's name. "Zeff saved me." He nudged at his eye with his palm, careful not to drop his cigarette. "Shitty old man. He did it even though he knew they'd be after him. He was one of them and yet he openly betrayed them by helping me. He said he couldn't stand to see anyone go hungry. What kind of reason was that?
But I agreed. So we came here, to East Blue. It was the furthest away we could get. We tried staying under the radar for a while and then, when things got better, we finally opened up the Baratie. Everything was going fine but then…well you know what happened."
Zoro exhaled deeply, his brows furrowing. "Yeah..." He knew that much at least. He had been there after all, the moment Sanji had found out. "So then that book...that was them?"
Sanji nodded. "Yeah. I knew the moment I got there and saw the Baratie in that state, that it was them and Zeff would be dead...it couldn't have been anyone but them...then finding that book, the same book I used to read as a kid..." He cringed. "They'd found me."
It was all starting to make sense. The cook's strange behavior that day they went to the Baratie. How he seemed stressed yet still composed. Then how he had just turned to the package and ripped at it expectantly. So that had been it. Sanji was looking for the last bit of clarification that he had been found. It bothered Zoro tremendously. Someone was out there after Sanji, the man he loved. No not only after him- but they had already tried killing him before and for poor reason. They threatened him outright, killed his only family and had now damaged Sanji in a way that could leave him forever changed. It all just infuriated him.
But as much as Zoro wanted to get up and slice anything that even remotely looked at Sanji the wrong way, he kept his composure. He needed to be here for Sanji first, then go after these sons of bitches. He had just gotten his Sanji back after all, he wasn't about to let him out of his sight. He just wished he could accomplish more using his power and strength in this situation.
"Why didn't you tell me?" the words slipped out in his thought process. He couldn't help but feel like he could have avoided this in some way, if only Sanji had confided in him sooner.
Sanji hung his head in shame. "I...I was scared. Fuck, I didn't know what to do. They'd found me and killed Zeff. Bastards. And I didn't want to put anyone else in danger, you know? It was my problem, so I went to deal with it." He removed his hand from over Zoro's and placed it on his leg. He bit down into his lip. "And now...I'm suffering for it."
He irritably grabbed at the hospital pants. "This is why you should've just left me there. Then you guys wouldn't have been seen. Now they are just going to keep trying to find and kill us."
"Good." Hissed Zoro. "I can't wait to meet them."
Sanji just shook his head. Ugh, this thick headed numbskull. Always replying to serious matters like that. He really wondered if Zoro knew what he was getting himself into. But alas, it wasn't like Sanji could change anything about it. They had all acted on their own free will, even Zoro. It was their choice to save Sanji. And although he hated everything about his new current situation, he was relieved to be alive. He was very thankful that they had made that decision.
His gaze moved to the last bits of clothing he needed to change into. He had put them aside before their latest heart to heart. Hopefully those weren't going to start over powering their usual fights. Sanji was beginning to miss them though – there was only so much serious talking about his secrets he could handle. He reached over and grabbed the pants and blushed. Great. Pants. While his legs didn't work. Now he'd have to ask for the marimo's help.
"Hey..." He said softly, glancing back at where Zoro sat.
Zoro had been staring intently at the wheelchair still on the floor. He slowly glanced back at Sanji, giving him his attention for the moment.
"I..kind of.. Can you..." Sanji struggled with the words. God dammit he's never had to really ask the Marimo for help before. Hell he didn't want it! He just had to keep reminding himself that attempting to change out of his pants without the use of his legs would be far more humiliating. Instead he just launched the pieces of clothing at Zoro's mug.
Zoro scowled, peeling the clothing away then looked at it. Pants? Ah. The message had been received. "Heh." He just chuckled.
AN: Hi 8D Are you guys still alive out there? XD still reading? Well thanks very much for doing so! I was worried maybe the effects of a good story would wear off in chapter 2... But anyway! Feel free to review this again! I'd love to hear from my readers! Whats going through your head please 3. What's your favorite part so far? Mine? When Zoro sits down in the bed with Sanji and makes sure his legs lay flat.. Just tugs at my heart strings! Even if Sanji can't feel them he still loves them enough as part of Sanji to keep them comfortable! Squeee~ Shush! Author's get to have their favorite parts too! Hope you'll stick around for more :D. Beta credit goes to MuffinGirlBethan.