New Life
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
8,756
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30
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Chapter 6
Title: New Life: Chapter 6
Author: Genuinelie(s)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, but you won't sue. 'cause I'm cute.
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Chapter Six
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The rest of the morning was uneventful, until the ring of steel being drawn pulled Sanji from the galley. He found the deck flooded with marines and in complete chaos.
He sighed and counted down in his head. Five days...six...ten...it had been a little less than two weeks since the last attack. He shrugged. They were almost overdue. The navy was so predictable.
He was about to launch himself into the fight when the glint of sunlight on steel caught his eye. Across the deck, a small ring had formed. In the center was Zoro, all three blades drawn as one marine after another tried to attack him.
Sanji forgot to breathe. Zoro looked like the devil. All in black, save for the new green haramaki around his waist, green hair covered by his usual black bandana, the glint of his narrowed eyes and thin set of his mouth should have been enough to make any of his enemies cower.
But marines never were the smartest, and kept charging the swordsman even as what had to be hundreds of their men were thrown back.
It wasn't his appearance that had gripped Sanji, however. It was the thin stripes of light, moving too fast to follow, making patterns in the air around the swordsman. It was like Zoro was enveloped in a golden aura, a halo that encompassed his entire body. The flash of his blades was unlike Sanji remembered.
Suddenly Sanji felt what his nakama, his lover, had become.
He wasn't so sure he could beat him now in a fight, and if he were honest with himself he had no lingering desire to try.
The rest of the nakama had long since given up their own fights to watch Zoro. Luffy's whine alone cut through the ring of steel: "No fair, Zoro, leave some for us!"
And somehow, Zoro still had the concentration to chuckle back at him.
Sanji realized Luffy was right. It wasn't fair. Finally he remembered to breathe, drawing in a long breath. He took a step forward to join the fray, but found himself stopped in his tracks as a piercing pain blossomed outward from his gut.
"Ah -" Sanji tried to voice a question, but it ended in an alarming gurgle. A snicker came from the left, just beyond his peripheral vision. He turned, and nearly toppled as white pain washed over his mind.
A marine was standing to the side. He had been hiding on the other side of the galley door. His uniform was still pristine, leading Sanji to believe that the coward had been hiding the whole fight. His hands were still clenched around a long spear, the sharp part of which seemed to have buried itself in Sanji's stomach.
The marine gave an experimental tug, forcing Sanji to fall ungracefully to his knees. The white noise of battle faded, until all that was left was the hiss of his own labored breathing scratching in his ears.
"Gotcha now, pirate." The marine chortled.
Sanji struggled to raise himself, tried to draw a leg back, but the blood in his throat was making it hard for him to breathe, let alone move. So he settled for glaring at the boy in what he hoped was a threatening manner.
For a moment it seemed they were at a standstill. Sanji didn't know what the marine was waiting for, but he looked like he was deciding whether or not to kill him. The cook guessed it was the boy's first fight, and very possibly the first time he had injured anyone at all. He couldn't have been older than 15.
Sanji berated himself for letting his guard down. It figured that he would be taken out while watching that damned kuso-marimo fight. And if this really was how he was going to go, he couldn't even be bitter because it was his own fucking fault for not paying attention.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him seemed to tilt. For a second he thought he was keeling over, when he realized the marine was the one falling. In his place was a black silhouette, a dark shadow against the sun that was suddenly rushing forward to cradle Sanji gently in strong arms.
Sanji looked up. Zoro was kneeling over him. His expression was unlike Sanji had ever seen on the swordsman, mouth open and breathing heavily, eyes wide in fear.
He had never, never seen Zoro afraid.
It made something clench in his gut, around the spear. Sanji tried to say something comforting but ended up coughing blood instead.
"Sanji," Zoro commanded, voice hoarse. Then he looked up, tearing his eyes away from the cook's face. "Doctor! Who is the doctor on this damned boat?!" Zoro's fingers tightened painfully on Sanji's arm.
The swordsman's legs were trembling underneath Sanji's back. The patter of feet rained down upon the deck until two more people were standing above the pair, one he recognized as Luffy, the other as the crew's doctor.
"Give him air!" The woman's voice commanded sternly. Then, more gently, "You have to let him go." Sanji guessed she was talking to Zoro.
Sanji saw the swordsman's head shake violently, denying her. Some other words were said; it seemed his hearing was failing him, along with his sight. The figures above him were fading into dim outlines. He saw Luffy's outline step forward and grip Zoro's shoulders firmly. He was jostled as the arms around his shoulders were pried away. A whimpering sound made it to his ears through the rushing, and the movement around him abruptly stopped. He figured Zoro had finally relinquished his hold on him.
The doctor's form rose over him. She was murmuring words he couldn't quite make out. Behind him, it looked like Luffy was shaking Zoro, which was somehow hilarious to Sanji. A giggle bubbled up in his throat, but it was cut off abruptly as the pain in his gut intensified a thousandfold.
Someone was screaming. He saw the outline of the doctor holding the thin shaft in her hands above him.
His vision went black.
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Author: Genuinelie(s)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, but you won't sue. 'cause I'm cute.
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Chapter Six
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The rest of the morning was uneventful, until the ring of steel being drawn pulled Sanji from the galley. He found the deck flooded with marines and in complete chaos.
He sighed and counted down in his head. Five days...six...ten...it had been a little less than two weeks since the last attack. He shrugged. They were almost overdue. The navy was so predictable.
He was about to launch himself into the fight when the glint of sunlight on steel caught his eye. Across the deck, a small ring had formed. In the center was Zoro, all three blades drawn as one marine after another tried to attack him.
Sanji forgot to breathe. Zoro looked like the devil. All in black, save for the new green haramaki around his waist, green hair covered by his usual black bandana, the glint of his narrowed eyes and thin set of his mouth should have been enough to make any of his enemies cower.
But marines never were the smartest, and kept charging the swordsman even as what had to be hundreds of their men were thrown back.
It wasn't his appearance that had gripped Sanji, however. It was the thin stripes of light, moving too fast to follow, making patterns in the air around the swordsman. It was like Zoro was enveloped in a golden aura, a halo that encompassed his entire body. The flash of his blades was unlike Sanji remembered.
Suddenly Sanji felt what his nakama, his lover, had become.
He wasn't so sure he could beat him now in a fight, and if he were honest with himself he had no lingering desire to try.
The rest of the nakama had long since given up their own fights to watch Zoro. Luffy's whine alone cut through the ring of steel: "No fair, Zoro, leave some for us!"
And somehow, Zoro still had the concentration to chuckle back at him.
Sanji realized Luffy was right. It wasn't fair. Finally he remembered to breathe, drawing in a long breath. He took a step forward to join the fray, but found himself stopped in his tracks as a piercing pain blossomed outward from his gut.
"Ah -" Sanji tried to voice a question, but it ended in an alarming gurgle. A snicker came from the left, just beyond his peripheral vision. He turned, and nearly toppled as white pain washed over his mind.
A marine was standing to the side. He had been hiding on the other side of the galley door. His uniform was still pristine, leading Sanji to believe that the coward had been hiding the whole fight. His hands were still clenched around a long spear, the sharp part of which seemed to have buried itself in Sanji's stomach.
The marine gave an experimental tug, forcing Sanji to fall ungracefully to his knees. The white noise of battle faded, until all that was left was the hiss of his own labored breathing scratching in his ears.
"Gotcha now, pirate." The marine chortled.
Sanji struggled to raise himself, tried to draw a leg back, but the blood in his throat was making it hard for him to breathe, let alone move. So he settled for glaring at the boy in what he hoped was a threatening manner.
For a moment it seemed they were at a standstill. Sanji didn't know what the marine was waiting for, but he looked like he was deciding whether or not to kill him. The cook guessed it was the boy's first fight, and very possibly the first time he had injured anyone at all. He couldn't have been older than 15.
Sanji berated himself for letting his guard down. It figured that he would be taken out while watching that damned kuso-marimo fight. And if this really was how he was going to go, he couldn't even be bitter because it was his own fucking fault for not paying attention.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him seemed to tilt. For a second he thought he was keeling over, when he realized the marine was the one falling. In his place was a black silhouette, a dark shadow against the sun that was suddenly rushing forward to cradle Sanji gently in strong arms.
Sanji looked up. Zoro was kneeling over him. His expression was unlike Sanji had ever seen on the swordsman, mouth open and breathing heavily, eyes wide in fear.
He had never, never seen Zoro afraid.
It made something clench in his gut, around the spear. Sanji tried to say something comforting but ended up coughing blood instead.
"Sanji," Zoro commanded, voice hoarse. Then he looked up, tearing his eyes away from the cook's face. "Doctor! Who is the doctor on this damned boat?!" Zoro's fingers tightened painfully on Sanji's arm.
The swordsman's legs were trembling underneath Sanji's back. The patter of feet rained down upon the deck until two more people were standing above the pair, one he recognized as Luffy, the other as the crew's doctor.
"Give him air!" The woman's voice commanded sternly. Then, more gently, "You have to let him go." Sanji guessed she was talking to Zoro.
Sanji saw the swordsman's head shake violently, denying her. Some other words were said; it seemed his hearing was failing him, along with his sight. The figures above him were fading into dim outlines. He saw Luffy's outline step forward and grip Zoro's shoulders firmly. He was jostled as the arms around his shoulders were pried away. A whimpering sound made it to his ears through the rushing, and the movement around him abruptly stopped. He figured Zoro had finally relinquished his hold on him.
The doctor's form rose over him. She was murmuring words he couldn't quite make out. Behind him, it looked like Luffy was shaking Zoro, which was somehow hilarious to Sanji. A giggle bubbled up in his throat, but it was cut off abruptly as the pain in his gut intensified a thousandfold.
Someone was screaming. He saw the outline of the doctor holding the thin shaft in her hands above him.
His vision went black.
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