Sanji didn't know when he had started to lose his trail of thought, or stop doing something all together, like he couldn't remember what he was doing or going to do. Ever since he had that strange dream, he couldn't help but feel like he lost something. Something important. No matter how hard Sanji tried, he couldn't remember all of what happened in the dream. Just that there was a nice old lady and the feeling of darkness creeping into his very soul.
Opening the door to the kitchen, Sanji sighed in relief, he had to get away from the loudness of the crew. His head was killing him, he felt like someone had taken a chainsaw and attempted to spit his head in two, but couldn't quite cut through. Groaning, Sanji quickly popped a few pills into his mouth, some he had found in Chopper's office, he felt bad about taking them but he didn't want to explain his problem.
"SANJI! MEAT!" Luffy called from outside, the cook just gritted his teeth.
"SHUT UP! IT'LL BE DONE IN A MINUTE!" Sanji yelled back, he was suddenly in a very bad mood.
"Is something wrong cook-san?" Robin asked, appearing in the kitchen out of nowhere, maybe she had been in there the whole time. Sanji was a little disoriented.
"N-No, nothing at all Robin-san." Sanji smiled weakly, then proceeded to make lunch.
Opening his eyes, Sanji wondered where the hell he was. Everything was black, no light what so ever.
He found his lighter in one of his pockets, the flame flickered into existence. Sanji screamed.
Standing in front of him was...himself. Only this Sanji was pale, paler than usual, and had pitch black eyes with only a silver dot in each.
The light went out, leaving only two small silver dots in it's place.
"Hello dear~!" the copy said, a wild grin on it's face.
"W-Who are you?" Sanji stuttered, attempting to back away from the clone, only to find himself against something, maybe a wall.
"What a stupid question, I am you." Then it smashed it's lips against Sanji's.
Sanji's eyes went wide and he pushed hard against the shoulders of the other Sanji. But it didn't budge, it felt like a rock. A tongue slide against the cook's, making Sanji's eyes bulge out in shock. The copy's kisses suddenly went from soft and loving to rough, almost painful. Two hands gripped the cook's arms, tightly. Sanji nearly fainted from the lack of oxygen, black dots actually appearing in his vision before the copy broke away.
Sanji gasped hard,and hungrily sucked in air. The clone just smirked at the sight, before grinning even wider that before. It's hands suddenly gripped Sanji's face, kissing him hard again. But instead of suffocating the poor blonde, it's lips traveled downward onto the cook's pale neck, sucking hard. It's lips let go with a pop, admiring the black and blue blue bruise. Sanji tried to pull away desperately, making the copy frown.
"Ah~ What's wrong? Is this not fun enough for you? Should we try something else?" It purred, licking a trail up the cook's neck.
Sanji's eyes widened, and he shook his head back and forth wildly. The copy just smirked and released one of Sanji's shoulders, letting the hand slide down the cook's stomach, down to his pants. A pinkie slipped into his boxers.
"St-Stop!" Sanji cried out, he was scared. He had never been this scared in his entire life.
"Shh...you'll feel good in a minute."
Sanji laid against the wall covered in blood and cum. Bruises littering his pale skin, the copy smiled wickedly at the unconscious blonde.
"You look so beautiful like this."
The copy picked up Sanji's limp body, taking him farther into the darkness. There he laid the cook on to a bed, and kissed Sanji's forehead.
"I'll be back, i'm just going to have some fun."
Sanji opened his eyes and grinned at the wooden ceiling, it had worked. After he had claimed the cook as his, he was able to control the body. Smiling to himself, Sanji got out of the small bed and walked towards the kitchen. He went over the real Sanji's memories, learning how to act like the cook, and of course cook like the cook.
"Good morning Cook-san."
Turning around, Sanji spotted Robin emerging from the woman's bedrooms. He smiled widely at the woman, who in turn frowned a little, barely noticeable.
"Good morning Robin-san, would you like some tea?"
"I think I will, thank you Cook-san." Robin said, smiling her mysterious smile.
Entering the kitchen, Sanji stopped smiling, his face twisting into a sneer, he despised that woman. Almost more than that damn swordsman- who was frequently present in Sanji's memories. It wasn't hard to notice that the cook loved the swordsman, his thoughts were constantly on Zoro. He dreamed about Zoro as well, waking up all flustered. The clone Sanji growled at the thought. Sanji was HIS. He wouldn't belong to anyone else, especially the swordsman.
"What's your deal?" Speak of the devil.
"What do you want shitty swordsman?" Sanji practically growled. It was hard controlling the emotions of the body. It so desperately wanted to touch the swordsman, Sanji knocked those feelings far away.
Zoro raised an eyebrow. "What the hell crawled up your ass?"
Sanji turned away from Zoro, glaring at the teapot instead. Zoro glared at the back of the cook's head, something wasn't right. Usually, Sanji would have made a remark or two back at him, but now he was ignoring him. Something was up, and Zoro wanted to know.
Sanji woke up on a bed, and winced as he shifted his body. Everything hurt, especially his ass.
Groaning, Sanji tried to remember what had happened, only to come up blank. In fact everything was blank.
"What..." he stopped, was that his voice?
'Who am I?' he thought.
Looking around the dim lit room, Sanji could barely make out a few paintings. Most of them were men, but a few women were here and there. All of them wore horrified faces, Sanji suddenly didn't feel very safe here.
"Hello dear."
Sanji turned to see a man standing in front of him. He had short blonde hair and wore a fancy suite, but he had black eyes, it was a little scary.
"Who are you?" Sanji asked, a whimper surfacing in his throat.
The man frowned and cocked his head to the side. "I guess it happened quickly then, it's a shame. My last host lasted much longer than you."
"What?"
The man smirked, causing Sanji to shiver.
"No matter, you're still perfect enough." it said, and leaned down and kissed the scared male.
"What?"
"Shh...let's have some more fun."
"SANJI!"
The cook chuckled, and turned toward the energetic captain.
"MEAT!"
"Of course."
Luffy stopped and stared at him in confusion, Sanji cursed himself for acting out of character.
"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?" Sanji snapped.
Luffy grinned, Sanji mentally sighed in relief.
The entire crew filed out on deck, as it was lunch time.
"Hey."
Everyone turned towards the swordsman, who was leaning against the wall next to the kitchen door. A shadow over his face, hiding his expression.
"What is it Zoro?" Usopp asked.
Zoro was silent for a few seconds, before looking up. A dark glare on his face.
"Who the hell are you?"