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"Zoro, get up!" Sanji tore off the blankets and heaved the swordsman bodily out of bed, dumping him on the floor.
"What's your problem?" Zoro groaned, cracking open his eyes and scowling.
"You are quitting your shitty job today." Sanji grinned, putting his hands on his hips.
"Says who?"
"Me. Now get up. We're going to your factory."
"Let me work one more day."
"Why?" Zoro shrugged.
"Going to annoy the fuck out of them before resigning." Sanji laughed.
"Sure. Try not to get your ass whipped." Zoro flipped him off.
"Fuck you."
Sanji twitched. Was it just him, or did he hear something? Sanji rubbed his eyes. His pocket vibrated.
"Luffy?"
"Sanji. The factory exploded." Luffy's voice came through, calm and clear. Sanji gripped the phone, knuckles whitening.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
That damn shitty marimo.
Was he ok?
"I'm coming with Ace. Just wait up." Sanji shifted, then stopped.
"I can't wait."
"Run. We'll pick you up along the road." Sanji tore off the towel around his waist, ditched the knife, leaving his unfinished work on the bench and went pushing through the kitchen and running between the tables and ignoring the cries of disgruntled diners, abandoning his usual suave manners.
"Sanji! Where are you going?"
Sanji didn't turn back, pounding down the footpath, lunging and pushing past pedestrians.
"Don't chase him." The head chef folded his arms. The other chefs stilled, hesitating slightly before returning to their work.
"What do you think, boss?"
"Did you see his face? It was like ash. Something went wrong." The chef, shook his head, sighing into his crossed arms. "Just leave him be." The stupid eggplant was panicking. He hadn't seen that happen in a long time.
"Everyone! Get out!"
Zoro struggled to get up, a disorienting ringing assaulting his ears. A blur of bodies rubbed past him, voices shouting and feet thudding.
A sharp excruciating pain stabbed his eye.
"Fuck," he muttered, bending over and clutching his face. A cold stone settled in his stomach as he felt liquid dribble down his cheek. The left side of his vision faded out into black. His heart pounded. The heat was beginning to build, with smoke invading the clean air. Sweat beaded his brow.
Ignore the pain. Just get out.
Zoro dragged his feet, running his hand alongside the wall to guide his movement. Everything was heating, melting and sizzling around him. A change in the wall. This should be the door.
It didn't open.
He shoved his shoulder against the door, grunting as the pain jolted through his skull and pounded inside his head, shaking free more liquid down his face. Once more, he thought, throwing himself again. The door gave way, screaming as its hinges gave way. Another stab of pain tore at his belly as a jagged piece of metal at the doorjamb remained stuck.
He stumbled outside, hands returning to cup his injuries.
"Zoro!" Sanji leapt out of the van before Ace could bring it to a full stop, stumbled slightly and dashed to Zoro.
"Let me see." Sanji jerked into motion, gripping Zoro's wrist with trembling hands and leading his hands away from his face. A pool of blood and jelly leaked through Zoro's fingers and streaked down his face. Sanji stood in shock, gaping at the damage. The blood trickled down Zoro's arm, dripping off his elbow.
"Ah- Zo…" His hands trembled. "Holy shit."
"Ace got him Sanji," Luffy said, settling his hand on Sanji's shoulder and gently guiding him back. Sanji wanted to watch as Ace mopped up the blood and juice on Zoro's face but felt his throat burn with acid. He kneeled on the pavement, eyes dropping to Luffy's sandalled feet and put his hand against his mouth in an effort not to puke. "Ace got him," Luffy reassured. Sirens wailed in the background and a crowd began to gather around the factory, helping the injured who collapsed on the sidewalk and gaping at the monstrous flames that engulfed the factory.