Disclaimer: I'm waiting for my One Piece backpack to arrive. Right now that's the only thing I own that belongs to One Piece franchise.

Warning: Victor kinda has potty mouth. For a purpose, I swear, but... yeah, he drops the f-bomb quite a lot, so if you're uncomfortable with it don't read. 'Kay? I mean, I did censor it, but... it is pretty obvious what he means. And I didn't censor shit. Should I?

Oneshot 11

Debts.

It was the middle of the night in the city outside. And everywhere else in this timezone and the ones beside it, but who cares. Move on with the shitty description.

The ginormous skyscrapers loomed over the city, lights from billboards, street lamps and windows illuminated the streets and only in the most remote corners of backstreets the light was lacking.

The city was full of life- maybe some places not so legal and quite dangerous, but life nonetheless.

Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Darn. I hope they left Kim alone.

Shit. Victor ducked, dove for cover and winced as the bullets flew over his head, grazing the wall instead and ricocheting somewhere. Yet another one flew by closely. Too closely.

Shit. Are those crazy motherf***ers trying to kill me? He swore in his mind and assessed his situation.

He had a very rich (and sadistic) guy's lackeys after him. He had very little options. And those freaks of nature were closing in on him.

To hell with this. Imma survive.

The man searched his pockets, and was rewarded with... rubbish. Various candy wrappers, a used Chinese food stick (Victor had big pockets), a gum wrapped in paper and a wrinkled paper handkerchief had littered his pockets.

Should have bet this shit, not my own body. Damn, how was I supposed to know that that sick son of a fucked bitch had a fucking royal flush! I had f***ing straight flush! And what kind of sick bastard... whatever, I don't have time for philosophical rambling.

He fiddled with the handkerchief and stick, not paying attention to the guns that had stopped going off.

Big f***ing mistake, he had to note as he raised his head and finished tying the knot on his white flag. The lackey leader, the one who was bald and wore round sunglasses, was standing in front of him, holding a gun pointed at his head. He was flanked by two more lackeys- a black guy who was also bald, but had gigantic mustache and woman with blonde hair and obviously fake boobs. How could she stand straight with those things?

"Eh... I give up?" Victor waved his snotty flag.

Victor fidgeted uncomfortably.

No matter how comfortable was the leather couch he was sitting on, he couldn't quite feel comfortable with his situation.

After throwing him into the back seat of a black mini van, the black guy had sat at the wheel, the big-boobs beside him, but the sunglasses had tied a black sash over his eyes.

Great, as if those dumba**es couldn't get any more melodramatic, was what he thought.

After that, everything was black picture- quite literally, as the sash wasn't removed even after they sat him on the coutch and tied him up.

They drove for some time, then dragged him somewhere, then something else happened... Victor didn't really understand it- he was too used on relying on his vision, so even understanding what they were saying was difficult. He had never been good at adjusting.

Victor fidgeted again and his impatience took hold of him.

"What is it with those f***ing d***heads? Throw me on this f***ing couch, and then run away?" he spoke out loud.

"Well, well, well... your potty mouth most certainly hasn't changed..." a very familiar voice answered (reacted to?) Victor's complaining.

"Max... as over-dramatic as ever..." Victor recognized the voice immediately.

"Did you really think you could get away with this?" Max ignored the jab.

"No. I ran away because I was absolutely f***ing sure I would be immediately caught again. That's the way I enjoy myself, you motherf***ing d***," the sarcasm in Victors voice was nearly palpable. Seriously, were it any heavier you'd be able to drop it on peoples heads in place of a piano.

Max's voice adopted a slightly darker, but still calm tone. Victor could see it. Blond hair, swept to his right side, his usual black, tailored suit and a dark glint in his eyes. "Leave my mother out of this."

Victor knew he wouldn't be getting out of here alive. Max never let anyone get away with anything. It was like this rule everybody knew.

There were rumours that once a cleaning lady had forgot to clean the dust from one glass figurine.

No one ever heard from her again.

Ever.

So, like the (self-proclaimed) bada** he was, Victor decided to go down with a bang. While annoying the person who could kill him and no one would be able to do anything about it.

"Aww, the psychotic bastard wants me to leave his poor mother alone? What, were you such a d*** that even she left you?"

There was the sound of teeth grinding and steps coming closer and Victor tensed, expecting a hit.

Instead, a hand was gently placed on his head and the blindfold was taken off.

Victor felt slightly grateful that the lackeys had obviously had practice with tying blindfolds. Had they tied it the wrong way Max would have to spend some time removing it and that would'be been both anticlimactic and awkward. Imagine it- you march towards an hostage and try to pull off a blindfold... for it to stay stuck. Then you fiddle with the knot for almost forever, only to pull it the wrong way and it becomes almost impossible to untie. And then you struggle to pull it of anyways, and it sticks and then you simply cut it open with your pocket knife and wonder why you didn't do that at the beginning, only to remember that actually you had no handy blindfold so you had to use your favourite scarf. Oops.

Not that the narrator has any kind of experience with kidnapping people. Nope.

Anyways, Victor was glad that everything could be done fast.

He blinked and looked up at Max, his fear hidden by the astonishment he felt. He really had expected a hit- people usually got pretty angry by him saying shitty stuff about their ancestors.

Max in turn grinned, his expression reminding Victor of sharks. Glistening, white teeth, lips pulled in a grimace that promised pain and eyes that shone with excitement.

Victor fought against the lump on his throat. He was in front of a predator. Showing fear now would only bring more trouble.

Which meant...

"About- ahem- about f***ing time, I was getting tired with not seeing shit. Then again, should have left that thing on my eyes. Not seeing shit was better than seeing that crap you call face."

Max frowned, "How impudent. I would think that you would try to show at least a bit of respect towards the person that can make your life hell."

Victor gave him a face reminiscent of a meme "are you f***ing kidding me" and Max's grin returned.

"Right, what was I thinking. You obviously think that you'll be killed any minute now."

Victor's heartbeat bumped. If there was a chance... nah, there was no way he was getting out of this.

"Have you ever wondered how everybody know that by being in debt to me or annoying me you will most certainly disappear from the earth's surface?" Max started out randomly. "I mean, think about it. If I immediately dealt with every person that got in trouble with me, I could easily hide it. Say, feign that the person left or never was here in the first place or something of the kind. And yet, you and the majority of this city's population clearly know not to mess with me. You might not actually take it in account, but you know not to mess with me. I am, after all, the richest person in this country."

Victor simply stared. Is Max... yes, he's really giving the typical villain speech.

He would've used it somehow, yet he had neither accomplices, nor anything he could actually do, so he simply took note of his now visible surroundings. He was on a black leather couch, in a small room with baby blue walls and no windows. There was a door behind Max, and that was all.

Meanwhile, Max went on with his monologue.

"Also, it was no accident that you managed to get away from my mansion. Did you honestly believe that you'd be able to get away if I didn't let you? With my security system?"

Victor opened his mouth to answer, but Max didn't stop babbling , so he closed it without saying anything.

"In fact, I've let every single one person escape. Except that one, Bemire Bright or something, but who cares about her. Then, I caught them. But before that they had done exactly what I wanted them to do- every single person that I've let go has in some way or another interacted with other people, then I caught them again and they disappeared from the earth's surface."

Victor's eyebrows slowly rose. He had a vague feeling where this was going, and he had yet to decide what to feel about it.

"See, everybody thinks that I have killed them- which suits me perfectly fine. Our city's policemen get paid a nice sum of money, the family holds a funeral and no-one is the wiser of what actually is going on."

Okay, now Victor officially didn't like where this was going. Death threats he could handle, but a suspicious scheme that obviously meant something worse than death...

"After all, if they knew that I had let their loved ones live they would do everything to get them back. Right now I just have to deal with an occasional vendetta that doesn't even get past the worst of my security guys. That evil overlord list sure did come in handy. I have caught at least five groups of idiots while they were searching for my ventilation system. Which, of course, I don't have. But I'm probably boring you."

Here Max stopped and smiled apologetically at Victor.

"You probably have already figured out where this is going. I don't kill them. I make their life a living hell." Max's grin was back and he snapped his fingers.

In came the bald and white skinned lackey. He looked at Max, who nodded, and then picked up Victor and threw the still tied up debtor over his shoulder with ease.

Victor thought about protesting against the manhandling, but there obviously was nothing that would achieve- and frankly, he was scared shitless by Max.

So he kept quiet as the sunglasses went on through the door and entered the adjacent corridor with Max trailing behind them.

There were no windows, and the walls were the same baby blue hue as the room before. The lamps in the corridor were lit brightly and random paintings decorated the walls. Overall it left a nice impression, not at all what Victor had expected.

As if reading Victor's mind, Max started speaking. "Like the view? I have always thought that employees should be loyal to their employee. That's why I have a nice working atmosphere with enough discipline and good pensions."

There were another doors at the end of the corridor, and the sunglasses stepped sideways to let Max past them.

The blonde did something and the doors opened with a quiet ding.

Max stepped in the room and strode forward and the sunglasses went after him, still manhandling Victor.

The room was small and didn't differ much from the room with the leather couch. Yet again, the walls were bright blue and there were no windows, and instead of a couch in the middle stood a big, red and comfy looking armchair. And oh, there also was this ginormous helmet resembling thingamabob hanging right over the chair and a computer on a desk in the corner.

Victor was sat down on the chair and strapped down all over his body. The armchair itself was pretty comfortable and the straps were light as feathers, but... they were straps, and Victor couldn't help but notice the eerie resemblance of sci-fi alien experiments.

Max dismissed the sunglasses and moved to the front of the armchair.

"Why so silent?" he taunted Victor.

Victor took a moment to regain his bearings.

"I was distracted by the gay colour of the stupid walls."

"Were you?"

"Yes. Yes I f***ing was."

Max grinned yet again. "Ha ha ha. Well, let's stop with the small talk- I want to get on with the show."

Victor tensed. He still didn't like this.

"Do you want to have a hint?"

Victor kept silent for a change.

"Fiiiine, be that way." Max actually pouted. "I won't tell you anything."

With that, he dragged the thingy down and put it on Victors head.

Max moved to the corner of the room and started tinkering with the computer while humming.

He glanced over his shoulder at Victor and said "It might hurt a tiny little bit."

Victor felt a slight pressure in is forehead...

And blacked out immediately.

"Aww, mommy. He will be such a heart-breaker. I mean, wook atw tweese eyes."

"Yes, Kim. Now give me him, It's time for little Vicky to eat."

There was a moment of comfortable silence.

"Also, he'll grow up to be a real man. Preferably, a bada**."

"Kim, leave your little brother alone. He will grow up the way he will grow up."

"I guess you're right..."

"Kim..."

"Yes, yes. But what if he -"

"Kim."

"Okaay. I'll shut up now... But-I-still-think-he-will-grow-up-to-be-bada**."

"Son of a used monkey butt... My head hurts as..." Victor regained his consciousness and sat up immediately. "As... as... as?"

Victor was confused. He was absolutely sure that there was something he could say, but there was something else stopping him from remembering it.

Then, a very deep, butflat voice distracted him from his thoughts.

"Oh angel, did you it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

In front of him was Sanji. Sanji as One Piece Sanji. The freaking blackleg Sanji. Holding a rose in one hand and a lollipop in the other. Flirting with him.

You'd think this would be enough to freak out a guy. And you'd be correct. Only, there was more.

Because Victor looked down... and realised that he was a Victory now.

A.N.

I don't know where Victor becoming Victory came from, but it kinda fit in as Max would like to torture him as much as possible.

But what I'm really proud of is dropping an rude OC (I said there was a reason he was rude!) in 4kids dub version. I even did research. Seriously, the way the sounded... I mean, that would make such a cool plot! Either the no-cursing and all of that censored being a curse, and Victor somehow getting rid of it, or learning to deal with the absolute flatness of the voices and actually using the no-blood to his advantages, and learning a lesson or something.

Why hasn't anyone done that yet? I dare you! Go write a fic about 4kids dub universe!

Also, Bemire Bright was the cleaning lady. She was supposed to show up later, also in the same world.

I have a giant thank you for everybody who reviewed- seriously, six reviews? You people are the best. So thank you- bokpricken, treehugger1234567890, Shiningheart of ThunderClan (who reviewed twice), Vendelareader and Guest, my first anon reviewer. I'm glad that s/he got the message I was trying to convey.

Also, thank you for reading till the end :)

Now, some not so good news- I might not be able to upload a chapter next month as... something happened.

28/02/13

Next time: Yet again, the card motive.

Also, I have at least 13 more ideas, and some can be separated in arcs. Do you want the next one to be "Magic" or "Flame"? Tell me in review or pm. I wont be putting up a pool because I'm too lazy.