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The grains of encased sand had barely begun to fall since the Thousand Sunny had reached port, and yet, their dearest, shitty swordsman had already managed to turn himself around more times than what he cared to count. 

The sea herself could testify to how Sanji swore on her name that if he was made to fetch the idiot one more time, he would make good on his threat to leash the bastard, complaints be damned. The mosshead should consider himself lucky that he still insisted on dragging him on their supply runs, on having those annoying muscles be put to proper use. Or that's what he kept telling himself. 

If one were to catch him with a drink or two in hand, perhaps he could be persuaded to share how he actually treasured those moments with the other, the date of sorts that it tended to become. Moments where their family wasn't present, where there was no need for battle nor looking over each other's shoulders. They were just stolen periods of time where they could stroll together, his excitement becoming ever present as he uncovered new ingredients while the other grunted in response, always listening intently, even if he didn't apparent it. 

A big, green softy, one that he appreciated so fucking much. 

From the moment they had docked, each member of their crew had taken to their own tasks, having only Usopp and Franky remaining on the ship, patching up their vessel from their latest altercation. The rest went to gather up their own necessities, and to ask around for what may be needed information. Thankfully, there was no immediate pressure hovering over them, considering they had decided to take it easy during these upcoming days, focusing on restocking for the mess that was sure to come. 

To their captain's detriment, the island where they found themselves seemed as close to normal as it could get. It contained a small, bustling village with welcoming people, all too willing to turn a blind eye as long as they didn't make a mess and bought their wares. Surrounding it, there were some fields in which they grew their food, and forests meant for foraging. 

Now, there went a thought, one of losing themselves to said nature, with only each other for company. Sadly, that would have to wait ‘til later, for they were meant to continue in their pursuit of interesting looking stalls. Of Sanji pondering on what to try to experiment with and if what he kept hearing about the ingredients was indeed true. 

Zoro did a marvelous job of hovering over his shoulder with a murderous glint in his eye, gifting him more than one discount to urge them to leave, one that he was sure his dearest Mellorine would approve of. Of course, he made sure to stump on his foot hard whenever he tried the same tactics on a sweet girl. The fucking disrespect. 

Said action tended to result in a barely hidden hiss, which would normally lead to a possessive arm wrapping around his waist instead. He wasn't certain what the other planned to accomplish by this, but he didn't mind the touch, reveled in it actually. Though, his attention soon shifted from the warm hold to another man, one spouting about possessing the best spices on this side of the ocean, utter horseshit. 

With a quick scan of the area, his eyes landed on his target, him deciding to take the bait, if only to satisfy his curiosity. Before he took a single step though, he latched onto the marimo's haramaki, seeing a sign for a nearby bar. A fly trap for little mossies if one wasn't careful. 

As for the spice man, he had turned out to be nothing more than a great storyteller, he would grant him that, spinning tales of how he managed to come across his wares as soon as he approached. His stories rivaled that of Usopp's, then again, his similar lies could cost him quality. Not willing to spend a berri unless he tested them, he started to charm the man, letting Zoro gaze around in search of entertainment. 

Though it was getting harder to haggle when he felt a gaze periodically land on his ass. 

Ignoring the look with practiced ease, he started humming in delight as he felt the man slowly wear down, though a sudden door slam made him almost jump out of his skin. Drunkards, most likely, considering it had come from the bar, harmless ones really. Or that's what he had thought until words started to come out of their mouths, unsettling ones. 

Spices forgotten, he focused on what had obviously been an ongoing conversation between the three exiting gentlemen. If anything, it would prove to his sudden, paranoid mind that they were most likely talking about something completely different, or perhaps, he had just misheard them. But that place, those words, they were heavily ingrained in his head, even if he hadn’t heard them uttered in years. 

Germa. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Sanji felt himself latch onto each and every sentence that fell from the men's lips. Call it fear, survival instinct even, of needing to know each and every detail told that could lead to him returning to that vivid place that belonged to his nightmares. One that he had almost started to believe only existed there. 

He could recognize the call for help in their mutterings, of wanting revenge, but he only heard possibilities of being wretched away and locked up once more. Their pleas for strength fell on deaf ears, his mind shattering at the idea that somehow, his painful past was closer than what he had ever cared to imagine. Why now, why were they coming back to haunt him now? 

His body had practically frozen in place, the only movement coming from the shivers running down his spine, one's emulating the frigid feeling of being surrounded by steel and stone walls. Darkness took over his vision, as if he was helpless once more, as if he had never left to begin with. Even his hearing faded, for there was nothing to hear, nothing around him. 

Sanji didn't quiver, he didn't allow himself to show that weakness, but his breaths did come harder, cigarette shaking from his lips, holding on for dear life. Their words fluttered through his mind, hitting every corner, forcing themselves into areas he thought he had vanished, opening wounds that had barely been stitched together. He… he had to do something right fucking now.

Next to him, Zoro didn't need the spike in his haki to figure out that something was wrong, him having bitten his tongue on a petty comment he had wanted to say a while back. 

He wasn't blind, no matter how much the cook liked to spat about it, he could see it in the way he held himself, cocky grace gone. Instead, a tenseness had replaced it, making itself known in the way he grasped at his lighter, toying with it. In the way he curved into himself, Zoro once having thought it to be a way to appear nonchalant, but now, it seemed much more like a habit ingrained far in his mind, a precaution. 

Concern started to spread through him, hand aching to reach for his katanas, ready to strike at whatever had placed that face on his Curly. His brightness had zapped in a second, giving him an expression he was only privy to due to the nightmares he had been allowed to assist. Taking a breath, he tried to scope their surroundings, see what was causing the cook to react so intensely, to break instead of act. 

Three men were walking, somewhere behind them. He didn't know what Dartbrow saw in them, but he trusted him with his life, he was not about to start questioning now, underestimating anything. 

A growl forced itself from his throat, protectiveness kicking in before he could stop it, but said noise seemed to trigger Sanji back from where he had gone. In a matter of seconds, he turned to face him, expression lost in thought yet looking him over. Whatever was happening, it was serious.

Suddenly, a hand was extended towards him, almost hitting him, as if waiting for him to place something upon it. 

“Mosshead, hand over your bandana.” The cook’s words went straight to the point, not giving him a sliver of what was going on in his mind.

Said request confounded him, not understanding the need for it, not being able to piece together what for, so, he fell back onto something much more familiar, gauging the situation, “You sure, Cook? Aren't you the one always spouting shit about not willing to touch it unless with a 10 feet pole?”

His tease and try at getting a rise from him fell flat. 

“Zoro.”

Immediately, he ripped the fabric off, handing it over without another word. 

He had used his name, said it with fear tinging it, in a way he never wanted to hear again, not if he could help it. 

With a thankful look, Sanji worked quickly, throwing his bangs back, showing the world his deep, blue eyes. Zoro tried to focus, ignoring how said blue pulled him in, biting the word pretty on his lips, it wasn’t the time. Using the bandana, Sanji tied it on his own head just as he has seen Zoro do many times, using it to hide his ever present curly eyebrows. 

If he was to hide his eyebrows again, it would be by his own hand, with warmth instead of piercing coldness.

Zoro scrunched his face, part of him already missing the silly twirls, he was about to voice said thoughts, but he was interrupted by a shake of a head. The motion was begging him to, for once in his life, keep his trap shut. He gave him that much, but not before moving to grab his hand. 

He reassured him with a squeeze, a way of saying that he was here, just a touch away if needed. Sanji smiled softly at him, a bit broken, but there. Zoro wanted to pull him away, to hide him, to demand answers, but he remained silent, supportive, he could ask later.

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It took all their willpower to return to a fraction of normality as they continued shopping, even then, paranoia seemed to taint Sanji's every step, in a way it has never done before. Zoro tried helping in his own way, goading him into small fights, but mostly distracting him by asking questions about random fruits and vegetables they stumbled over. Forcing him to explain rather obvious differences between species, even if he came out insulted on the other end. 

Each and every time Zoro wandered nearer, whispering his inquiries, Sanji felt relief flooding his system, perhaps his partner sensing that he needed him close. Still, his treacherous mind couldn't help but mock him for it, calling him pathetic for needing the presence of another to feel safe. Repeating over and over how weak he had become, had always been. 

He tried his hardest to bury it all down, thoughts that were soon taking the shape of voices from his long, forgotten past. Instead, he tried to focus on the reassurances in the voice of his dear marimo and crew, those that came with honest love and trust. Reminding him how they were meant to confide in each other, to become the crutch to each other's vulnerabilities. 

At the end, it wasn't until his feet hit the deck of the Sunny that he could feel himself finally breathing properly after what felt like ages. 

With a sway in his step, he tried to push what had happened behind, dragging Zoro with him to store away the supplies in the pantry. Not that the dragging was necessary, considering how the other had planted himself right at his side as he placed everything away and as he headed straight to the kitchen, preparing to start their upcoming meal. His swordsman stayed ever vigilant, being his safety as he focused on that which brought him joy. 

During this welcomed silence, accompanied by familiar noises from the kitchen, Zoro couldn't help but think about all he wished to say, him wanting nothing more than to hold the other tight, accepting any upcoming kicks as he wore him down until he admitted what troubled his mind. Even facing his back, Zoro could tell that there were gears working overtime in that blond head of his, ever noticeable by his bandana still tied on his head. But then again, there was no one else that knew Curly quite like himself, the other needed time to sort through his own thoughts, to decide on what to share and how. 

He didn't owe him his secrets, but it would be the greatest honor to guard them at all cost. 

Pity that said moment would have to wait, for privacy was quite the uncommon thing to find in their ship, especially when it came to the newcomer charging in. It truly felt like their captain had a sixth sense for when food was involved, always barging in at the most inopportune of times. On the upside, his arrival seemed to radiate sunshine, brightening the somber mood that had been slowly spreading in the air. 

As instincts started to kick in, Sanji brought his leg up, preparing to connect his foot against Luffy's face, though it never came to be, for someone restrained him before he could. Hands sprouted like flowers around him, retaining their dear captain and depositing him with Zoro, who kept a hand at his collar, keeping him still. It was an absurd scene, but one they were accustomed to, for Luffy tended to decide on a whim who he would be clinging to at any moment. 

Satisfied with having saved the captain from getting his face concave, Robin's arms burst into petals, yet she remained a few steps behind, taking the scene in with keen eyes. 

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji! I'm hungry… are you making meat?” Luffy practically vibrated in place, already drooling at the thought, in that smell that seemed to come from his memories. 

Hopeful joy poured out of him with each word, practically radiating from his face, it made Sanji shake his head in amusement. 

“How about you take another glimpse and ask again? Shitty rubber.” Truthfully, he wouldn't allow him to stand so close to catch another look, but still, there was no hint of meat in sight, all locked up properly. “You're not getting any until dinnertime, for now, the snacks I'm preparing for the arrival of the crew should suffice. Ones designed specifically for the lovely ladies! They must be pampered after such an exhausting trip!” 

Speaking about the ladies, Sanji froze, remembering quite vividly that a certain someone had stopped the other from trying to steal a bite or two from him. With a quick glance, he was able to tell that Robin was still inside the room. Fearing to be on the receiving end of a knowing look, he remained facing forward, no matter how much it hurt him to do so.

“Oh! Robin-chan! Always a delightful surprise to have your presence near me! Would you care for a cup of coffee?” Even without facing her, his body language was ever loving. 

Zoro rolled his eye at the dramatics, gesturing with his head for Robin to take a seat near him. 

She did as instructed, moving gracefully before taking a seat beside him, “That would be lovely, Cook-san, but I am afraid that that is not quite the reason for our visit, right Captain?”

The matter of his appearance was not yet brought up, even if it was noticed, with Robin waiting for an explanation that seemed to not be coming. Tapping her fingers on the table, she noted how a certain fabric was missing from their swordsman’s arm. Quite peculiar indeed, it made her wonder what possessed the other to don such a thing. 

“Oh right! Sanji, we need snacks! Many many snacks.” He commanded, smiling brightly. “As captain, I have first dibs though!”

Robin rested her head on her hand, “I believe I narrowed down the line of thinking that led you to such a conclusion, but that was not quite right either. Before proceeding with said topic though, if I may ask for curiosity’s sake, why the change of look Cook-san? Do not misconstrue, for it does suit you.”

Sanji stiffened, a movement caught by the rest, even if he tried to transition the action by starting to prepare the offered coffee.

“Do you really think so, my sweet? I am honored to receive a compliment from one such as you!” It didn't go unnoticed how he avoided most of the question, but Robin relented. 

He mentally thanked his dear Robin for being so understanding in her acceptance, for not making him feel the need to lie instead of avoid. Perhaps it was the coward’s way out, but he couldn't bear the idea of bringing her into this mess, not when it was just him overthinking it. Not when it wasn't important, when he himself wasn't important. 

Having set the water to filter through the grinded coffee, he returned his hands to the snacks he was preparing, taking his time to focus on the previous part of her statement, “Not quite right either, you say? Is there a particular, non Luffy related reason that more snacks are being demanded? Have the rest of the crew arrived?” 

It was then that Luffy returned to the conversation, having zoned out a bit ago as he leaned back and forth, “Oh, they're all here already! They're playing with our new guests.”

Most likely talking with them, but who were they to correct Luffy. 

Zoro grunted, turning to look through the window, seeing what he could gather from here. It didn't sit well with him when strangers were randomly invited onto their ship, less when he wasn't present in the first place to assess them. Their intentions could be ever hidden, but then again, he trusted his captain and his decisions. 

Raising a hidden eyebrow, Sanji peeked behind him as well, “Guests?” 

“Yeah, some guys were asking for help to take down this… Berma guys?” Luffy shrugged, picking at his nose. 

As if his mind had finally caught up to him, Luffy turned around, wondering why the crew was playing with the guests and not him. Deciding that that should be fixed, he ran out, leaving the rest behind. He would get his food later when Sanji called. 

As if not sensing his discomfort or perhaps wishing to finally push, Robin filled them in on the information they lacked, “I was alongside our captain when we came upon them, three gentlemen, a lean, a broad and a hefty one, could be interpreted as siblings, for they do have their similarities. They appeared worried, if I may be so bold to say so, they were pleading for aid to take down those who did their island wrong. I must admit, we did not hear much about their situation, for I was taken aback by the mention of the Germa Kingdom. I have a faint awareness of it, due to rumors that I have stumbled into here and there.”

Sanji's movements became less delicate the more he heard. A hand of his straying from the snacks to lightly toy with his strands of hair, though it seemed he wished to do more than just that. Zoro's instincts flared up, not liking this self that Sanji had been slowly turning into all day, so far from the annoying asshole that he favored. 

“Our captain is not one to pay much attention to strangers’ words, but these ones in particular called for strength, and that he has to spare. He considered it a challenge even. Before he could follow them blindly, I managed to convince him to first hear them out. Whether we offer to aid them or not, it may be important to learn of any danger that may be on the horizon, to keep an eye out for it.” As she spoke, Sanji set her coffee cup in front of her, which she immediately took between her hands. “If we agree to help, it is a crew decision, with our captain making the final call, of course.”

Before much else could be said, Sanji plastered a smile on his face, setting his apron aside rather forcibly, “I apologize for my harsh interruption, my dearest, but could you excuse me for a moment? Oh, and would you be so kind as to keep an eye out for the food? I shall return momentarily.” He didn't wait for an answer, as much as he hated asking Robin any favors, he knew he needed to go outside immediately, find a secluded place to rest his uneasy mind.

Robin and Zoro remained still, looking at the retreating figure, worry etched to their faces. With a small nudge, Robin gestured for Zoro to go after him, she would take care of things here, but not before checking in on the others. The cook's strange behavior had placed her on edge, forcing her to grow weary of those they had taken in as guests.

Not needing to be told twice, Zoro did as advised with no fight. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to spot the curly-browed cook, not with the way a cloud of smoke had formed around him, seeming to be trying to hit the heavens, him practically having become a chimney himself. Sanji was hunched into himself near the railing, eyes lost at sea, his other hand buried deep in his hair, bandana most likely tucked in his pocket. Trying to not alarm the other, he slowly moved to his side, bumping their shoulders, working his hand onto the one on his hair, carefully prying it away. 

Softness didn't come easy, but like everything in life, he trained, he got better, he learned when and where it was needed, still, Curly didn't react, though he did press closer into the radiating heat that Zoro exuded. Zoro brought him ever closer, using his hand to trace shapes into his sleeve. He tried to project calmness, though his inside was slowly boiling, flames of hatred stirring towards the three men not that far away from them. 

“Say the word, say the word love cook, and I'll cut them down.” No explanation was needed, but knowing how the other was, if not death, he could at least drive them off. 

Silence fell upon them for a moment, with Sanji taking a drag from his cigarette as he pondered. 

“Silly mossy,” It was said quietly, but adoringly in a way that was normally reserved for the night. “you don't even know what's going on through my shitty mind. They're fine, they're innocent in all this.”

Or so he hoped. 

Zoro braced for a hit, “Hard doubt, not when they have you more jumpy than usual.”

“Who the fuck you calling jumpy, moss for brains? I'm fine.” He wasn't, not really, but they both knew this song and dance. 

“Sure thing shitty cook, say that to the ash tray you turned our railing into.” Zoro nuzzled into his silky hair, before whispering quietly, “Tell me, what's up?” 

Sanji opened and closed his mouth a few times, his voice failing him as he tried to figure out how to put it all into words, “I… I'm sorry, not yet. I...”

Zoro interrupted him, "I'm not begging, take your time Swirls, I'm not going anywhere.”

With a short nod, Sanji decided to be selfish for a moment, hiding his face on the crook of Zoro's neck, breathing him in, grounding himself and pushing further into the depths of his mind the memories that were already managing to spill. Those that seemed like nightmares coming at full speed, proving that they were still all too real. He wanted to share his burden, but didn't he promise that he wouldn't utter a single word? 

He held no respect towards the man he once called father, but now? Here? With the chance of him being ever nearer? If he found out, if he heard, how much chance did they all have of facing against him and coming out the other side victorious? He was dangerous, he held no remorse nor compassion, the last thing he wanted was to give a taste of the pain he had endured to the others. 

Of course, the moment he gathered the strength to at least say something, a mouth and ear materialized, “I apologize for the intrusion, but would it be alright for us to relocate into the galley, Cook-san?”

For Robin to ask him such a thing, it made him cringe into himself, she shouldn't have to ask, as if he could turn her down to begin with, “Of course dearest! I will be returning momentarily, as soon as I arrive, I'll finish up any extra meals that may be needed!”

“As you say.” As soon as it appeared, it burst into petals. 

Stumping his last cigarette, Sanji took a deep breath, it seeming to reconstruct his walls. A small hint of confidence returned to him, he had pitied himself enough, it was time to go. But first, he pulled the fabric out of his pocket, fingers digging at the texture. 

Turning to face the swordsman, he retied the bandana around his head, “You heard the lady, brute! Time to return.”

Sanji grabbed his hand, moving to pull him along, but it gave no leeway. 

“Cook?” Zoro squeezed his hand once, glare ever present in his eye.

“I'm good, you big softy.” He squeezed back. “I will be at least, don't you worry your little mossy head about it. Come on.”

The other's response was to just scoff, softly kicking at his shins to get a move on. 

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As soon as Sanji had stepped through the threshold of the galley, he beelined it straight to the kitchen, not willing to spare the rest of the group more than a glance. Zoro tailed right behind him before splitting to join the others at the table, leaning back almost disinterestedly while secretly focusing on the conversation they had just interrupted. Mentally, he placed a bet that nothing important had come up yet, considering their captain was passed out in his seat. 

This thought was further proven as the men continued with what they were saying, but not before acknowledging them with a nod, “As you’ve mentioned, Miss Navigator, we have traveled from a group of islands northwest of here.”

Nami didn't respond straight away, eyes locked on their cook, specifically on what he was sporting. Sanji had been one of the few she could trust when it came to fashion, and not that this wasn't a look per se, but it was a far cry from what he would normally choose for himself, especially paired with a suit. That, plus the way he had acted as he came in, with no theatrics towards either her or Robin, it left a sour taste in her mouth.

Her eyes searched for those of Robin, as if searching for something, but no answers came.

Some of the others picked up on the strangeness too, the uncovered eye not going unnoticed, considering it was almost impossible to catch a glimpse of it on a normal basis. Also, the hair accessory turned out to be as much of an enigma, but seeing him as such, while also working on something that would clearly take him less than a minute, it raised alarm between their nakamas. Many turned to Zoro, looking for information, but all they received was a stern shake of the head, as if to keep any thoughts to themselves, before he squinted at the men. 

It was clear, there was no explanation, just something to worry about much later.

“Nami’s fine, northwest you say? That could, in theory, explain the frantic movements on the third compass as we made our way here.” She tapped at her log pose.

For the past few days, she had been tracking the orientations of the three compasses, sensing the route they were meant to take. One in particular had been moving like crazy, her having acknowledged it, but ended up ignoring it in favor of continuing with the clearly safer options. Even they needed a respite now and again, yet she should’ve known they couldn’t truly escape it, not with their luck. 

“Apologies Nami, but yes, it is likely that your compass picked up on the rather destructive state our island was left in during this past week.” 

Before one of them could explain further, he turned to look at the cook, sensing how many of the members in the table were staring his way, perhaps wishing for him to join in. “Not to overstep, but your dear cook is more than welcome to sit with us.”

A clang coming from the kitchen alerted them to their standoffish cook, plate having slipped from his fingers, knocking right into the sink, yet it came out unbroken, “Oh!” 

Feigning cheerfulness, Sanji turned a bit too forcibly, “Thank you for the kind offer, but I assure you, I can listen just fine from here. I am preparing some dishes, do not let me disturb you.”

The men checked in with the crew, before they relented. 

“Excuse me, if I were to be so bold to ask something in return, what caused said destruction? If I am not mistaken, you mentioned that it was related to the infamous Germa 66.” The name had been said with such animosity that it had perked Robin’s interest, that and the possibility of learning about such an army and its kingdom.

“Germa 66?” “The Germa?” Many voices spoke at the same time, some sharing the confusion in their tone, while others showed a hint of knowledge. 

The recognition, the words themselves, caused Sanji to tense even further as he sliced some ingredients, cuts threatening to become uneven, only his trained hand impeding it. They… they weren't meant to know of any of this, it was information meant to have stayed locked up in the North Blue, not to be uncovered this far into the Grand Line. Not close enough for him to begin to squirm, fear tainting each tic of the clock, signaling his apparently borrowed time coming to an end. 

Pushing some bowls aside, Sanji rolled up his sleeves, feeling himself actually beginning to sweat from the nervousness, the sensation replacing the hollowness slowly coursing through his body. Part of him remained in denial, trying to justify it as just a mere coincidence, or perhaps a misunderstanding. It could be a similar sounding group, or maybe, if it was them, they could be here under strict business, unconcerning him. 

Even so, his poster came to mind, how it differed from the others, different instructions on top of his name, but right behind it came the memory of his young farewell, one that had become imprinted in his head. Contradictions in every sense, ones that he held onto firmly as he tried to distinguish each whisper that his friends let out. How much could they possibly know? 

Knowing or not, would they ever forgive him for keeping such a thing to himself? Would it do any good to bring it up this far into the situation in any case? Would it be better if he just casted his unwanted connection aside alongside himself? Pushing the others away from him in the process? 

Not caring for his inner turmoil, another of the men broke through the murmurs, “If I were to take your reactions at heart, it seems that many of you are aware of what the Germa Kingdom and its army is. I didn’t expect for its fame to proceed this far past its region.”

“I would not call it fame, but rather, aspects have fluttered by my ears one or twice. If I am to be correct, I believe it is led by a royal family known as the Vinsmokes?” As expected, Robin took the lead in sharing what she knew. 

Though she had not heard much about the country itself, she had heard of the Vinsmokes through other means, but she was not one to say how much truth there was to rumors. 

Before he could stop it, Sanji’s breath hitched, that name, spoken out of the lips of the lovely Robin, not even his nightmares could conjure such a thing. A name brought to life by a voice. He suddenly felt the need to light up a cigarette, but he pushed his want deep down. 

“I'm afraid I've heard of them myself as well, though I don't have any ears to begin with, yohoho!” Brook’s teasing tone soon turned serious. “They were quite notorious in my youth, a warmongering country that struck the heart of one too many places.”

The men assented, most surprised at how much information they possessed for not being too familiar. 

“Wait wait wait, I thought it was all fictional. There's practically a comic book about it, isn't there?” Nami pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing for a proper explanation, she was certain she had heard the name before in some superhero related context. 

“You would be correct yet also mistaken at the same time.” The men sighed. “There are stories written about them, as you have said, though I fail to know where they originated from. Even then, the power both the nation and its members exude in it is only a fraction compared to the real thing.”

His companion added, “We, well, our home experienced it first hand, their devastating hit. We aren't aware of the reason why they targeted us, it almost felt like it was a second thought to them, to destroy our livelihoods just because they could as they passed by. They didn't even try to make the land theirs, as they are prone to do.”

The pain in his voice was ever clear, clipped, as if hard to say out loud. 

The oldest member cleared his throat, “In any case, from what we have gathered, the Germa kingdom is a seafaring nation, a land created by vessels. They stay afloat and can break apart if needed. It was a few of these vessels that attacked our home, led by two of the ruling family.”

Continuing on, the men explained some of the details they had gathered from Germa. They compared what they knew with the stories and rumors many of the ones in the table had heard about. But one thing that piqued the interest of most of the members of the crew was how it originated from the north, not being known to wander often past its borders. 

With this revelation came many eyes falling on Sanji once again, questions contained in their irises. Them wondering if he had heard about them, stumbled into even, considering the power they seemingly held in their palms. If he had been one of the many that had belonged under them. 

Not being able to keep those questions to himself any longer, Usopp decided to bring up an old fact, “Hey Sanji, didn't you say, back when we were in Jaya, that you came from the north?” 

Three heads immediately turned to him. 

“Hah, you remembered.” Sanji nodded perfunctorily, reluctantly adding to it. “Was born there, to be precise.”

Now, it was the men's turn to look intrigued, “Then you must know of them too, in greater detail even.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I left those waters quite young, there aren’t that many memories I still hold onto from it.” Better said, there weren’t many he wished to still hold.

“Even so, it is quite a feat to have crossed the redline at such an age, not many have the privilege nor means to do so.” They were trying to pull more out of him, but Sanji just waved them off. 

Sensing them about to continue pushing Sanji, Zoro cut them off brutishly, “Enough about the shitty cook, the fuck you want from us.”

Zoro wasn't particularly fond of the line of questioning they were following, less with everything going on. So, he tried to stir the conversation back to the topic at hand. And they said he was the one that tended to get lost. 

“Language, Swordsman-san,” Robin gave him a look, before side-eyeing Chopper. “But yes, what is it that you are wishing to accomplish?

The men took a second to respond, perhaps trying to figure out how to put their feelings into proper words, their desires. 

“To avenge our home and the fallen. To stop them from attacking others with or without a reason, to put an end to their trails of blood.” Poetic, but said without hesitation. 

It was the ramblings of broken men, of hurt pride and possibly love. To drive the point home, they went deeper into the damage they had left behind, on wishing to help other villages where they failed their own. Surely, if many people teamed up, they could bring such power down, a fantasy really. 

A dangerous one at that, if one were to ask Sanji, who found himself panicking even more as he set some final details upon their meal. Germa was not meant to be stopped, couldn't be to begin with. They were strong, too strong, strong enough to bring kingdoms to their knees by just a mere look. 

He didn't want to come across them, less to have his real family be exposed to them, not when they could end up hurt and broken down. Sanji trusted Luffy deeply, he knew they were probably no match for them all combined, but the fear that had been ingrained to him as a child blinded him, images of blood tainted floors, dead eyes and heads rolling filling his mind. Suddenly, he needed some air, yet he remained inside, knuckles turning white as he grasped the edges of the counter just out of sight of the others.

As if sensing the almost completed food, Luffy woke up, tuning in somewhat to the conversation at hand. 

“We know that it's practically a preposterous wish, but we want to try. We wouldn't be able to live with ourselves if we didn't. And so, we implored for aid, for someone to stretch a hand, and your captain did as such. His reputation precedes him, he is quite strong, or so they say, we would be quite grateful to have him on our side.” It was said almost in awe, a praise. 

Soon, plates were placed down in front of them, interrupting them for a moment. Sanji went all around, offering each person their portion before retreating back to the kitchen, moving to clean what mess he had made. He tried to focus on the sweet sighs and compliments that were said quietly as they all bit into their food, anything to calm his fretting mind. 

The men stood in shock as the food was served, not knowing if they were allowed to partake in such a thing, but they all dug in eventually. 

Luffy reached towards his own plate, stuffing his mouth as much as he could, before groaning and clapping happily, “Pretty sure we could kick Berma ass no problem!”

All he received was the swat of a hand right at his head.

Of course, his mellorine would come to his rescue, she would declare it impossible, as smart as she is. She would put an end to this whole ridiculous notion and make them leave. Or so he hoped.

“Don't speak with your mouth full, disgusting.” Nami practically barked, before turning to the men. “Thank you for all the information, but you see, we will have to think it over. For the time being, it all sounds more like hope than something set on paper. It will take days, maybe weeks to do something, and considering how dangerous it all appears to be...”

“Rest assured, we do understand your concerns, but you see, we have a plan, oh, and we would be more than willing to pay, if that is something you are interested in.” It was as if they said the magic word, Nami practically lighting up, berries in her eyes. 

Nevermind then, they have won her over, at least she was still beautiful when greedy, “Oh, you should've started there, then, don't let me stop you. Tell us the plan, then we can talk money.”

If they were meant to risk their life once again, the least she could do was bleed them dry, especially if they felt so giving to begin with. And if they did manage to take the supposed kingdom out, something she had no doubt Luffy would be able to do, she would have a quick look there too. Not like their previous owners would miss a thing or two.

But one could never be too careful, it was best to hear them out, see if they had anything worthy on hand.

“You see, when our village was attacked, we weren't the only ones to suffer from it, many other villagers from further in the island had become victims as well. While some of us gathered to help others rebuild and patch up the hurt, some others got together in means of fighting for the other, unaware, villages. Our attacks were unsuccessful against the enemy, but one of us managed to do an unforeseen thing.” Not even they could explain how he got away with it. “A man of ours was able to overpower one of the soldiers, pinning him down, and with a spur of the moment intelligence, he took his position, taking his clothes and leaving the tied up soldier behind.”

As this event was retold, one of the other men smirked like the cat that got the cream, taking out a folder from the bag they had been carrying and placed it on the table, “So, one might say, we have a mole on the inside, one that has been passing over crucial information for a few days now. It would not be wrong to assume that it's thanks to his bravery that we gained the motivation to start this to begin with, but also, we wish to retrieve him without much worry.”

Right, perfect, this just kept getting better and better. 

Not only had they heard of Germa, no, they, supposedly, had insider information too. Sanji couldn't help but let out a sigh of defeat. He hated how part of him would've preferred the mole to fail, to have this whole thing be nothing more than a wild goose chase. 

He cursed at his dark thoughts, for no man deserved death at the hands of… he abhorred to call them family. 

Yet, said achievement seemed improbable due to the needed sloppiness of the enemy, unlikely with the intelligence Germa 66 proclaimed to have. Then again, if one's belief is located so far up their ass that they believe things like that wouldn't happen, then they will just be blind to it when it does. 

“It didn't take long for him to find the pride of the Vinsmoke family, the pride of which we wish to burn to the ground. That being, their science and tech.” It was what gave them power.

It was no secret that Germa thrived on war and how it impacted the evolution of technology, benefitting from it and perfecting it. 

According to its citizens, it was one of the most advanced nations to exist, none could begin to compare. Their mole had frequently heard how Germa pursued knowledge from every nook and cranny, seeing how they could put it to use for their own gain. So, it was easy to determine that, in order to hurt them, one had to target the exact thing that had given them a name. 

Their goal was to cause unrepairable damage without being seen, for facing the king and his subordinates could lead to certain death. If they were to infiltrate the labs, the banks of information, any materials that were of use, said loss could set them back years, decades even. The devastation would leave them as empty handed as they had left them. 

“This knowledge that we've obtained so far, we fear that it has fabricated what will be our biggest obstacles.” One of many at least. “As we have observed and read, the soldiers working under the King's leadership seem to have been engineered to perfection, though we lack the idea of how. They are loyal to a fault, honored to die given the word, it is like fear is an unknown concept to them. They have been stripped of humanity in some manner, for that is not an asset one can grow to possess, but we have come out blank in how it's done. Said information is locked away in a place we can't reach.”

As dangerous as the soldiers sounded, at least they had figured out that they weren't indestructible, for some had been taken down during the raids.

“Got it bro, going back a bit though, super technological, you say? So, on a scale of average to Vegapunk, how advanced are we talking about?” Franky felt intrigued, even if they were to blow the whole thing up, there could be something he could gather to become stronger. 

“Close to Vegapunk level, though he may hate the comparison. You see, the King himself is one of the main leaders when it comes to that department. He oversees the work of all the scientists under him, them working over structures that were created by his hand. But we have heard, from ongoing venting episodes, that he used to work side by side with Vegapunk.”

Franky hummed in acknowledgement, almost impressed at the discovery. To have worked alongside the man was already something few could flaunt. He was truly a threat then, especially if he could live up to the name.

Sanji, on the other hand, didn't know if to be surprised or not, for it made sense. Perhaps, if he were to push himself to think back, said name could resurface in his memory, accompanied by the white walls of the lab he had spent many evenings at. If anything, this gave them another reason to stay as far away as possible from such a beast. 

“How did a scientist move up through the ranks to become a king? Who even is the guy?” Usopp asked, confused. 

“That, we don't know much about, but considering things soldiers have mentioned in passing, we imagine that he was still a royal when he was working. Perhaps his own father had held the crown as he expanded his knowledge. Either way, he isn't a man to be taken lightly, actually, if you let me, I can find an image of him here on the file.” Said and done, the man went rummaging. 

Soon, he let out a triumphant noise as he procured a picture. “Let me introduce you to Vinsmoke Judge, renowned scientist and ruler of the Germa kingdom.”

Hearing his name was one thing, but having to see such a man again was another thing completely, be it through something as simple as an image. Even as the rest of the crew gathered to look at it, Sanji remained where he was, not daring to glance down at the figment of many of his nightmares. Not when it could refresh the image that would most likely haunt him for the days to come.

Hunching into himself, Sanji began to prep some ingredients that could be stored for later usage. All he wanted was for the repetitive process to ease his mind as he begged whoever was out there to not let the others piece together how he may be connected to all of this. That brought another fear frontward, that there was part of that man in him, ever present. 

Murmurs were heard coming from around the table. 

“So that's what the notorious king looks like.” Brook hummed, part of his curiosity satiated. 

“So it is, quite a peculiar man, yet imposing.” Robin felt to add. 

Zoro could only feel himself scoff at the picture, “Who lied to the poor bastard's face that that helmet made him look intimidating? I've seen scarier shit in the ocean than that, basic villain wannabe.”

“Has a punchable face.” Was all Luffy said, as he picked at his nose.

Such comments caused Sanji to pause, a chuckle forcing itself out of him. He barely managed to control any other forms of laughter from spilling from his lips. Soon, images of a harsh man, with even harsher words, was replaced by something more… pathetic. 

They both didn't know a thing, yet they still helped without knowing. Perhaps, if some of the images were left behind, he would face the man, see what the two saw, and have it transform him. Get over the looming shadow that had followed him around for so long. 

Usopp, having already felt himself beginning to shake, couldn't help but plead, “If we come face to face with him, do keep those thoughts to yourself. Last thing I want is for him to be aggravated, I don't want to catch an early deathitis.”

“Usopp, that is not a real disease, I've told you that!” Chopper tried to clear things up, wanting Usopp to finally accept that it wasn't a real thing. 

Ignoring the comments with a twitch of an eye, they continued, “That is not all, like we had previously mentioned, Vinsmoke Judge has some head generals, the ones that act as his weapons, his greatest pride, his children. They are forces to be reckoned with as well, ones we must be careful if we are to face them.” 

“The children, of which there are four, five to be specific, are normally the ones in charge of the raids and wars that come to selected islands.” Reaching back into the file, a man procured the cover of one of the comics of Sora, Warrior of the Sea. “As it is illustrated here, the four children can be linked to each one of the villains in the story. From what we saw, the lady and the youngest of the men were the ones that attacked our village.”

“The woman, known as Poison Pink in the comics, poisoned our water supply, not enough to kill, but enough to handicap us, to make us drop our defenses. As for this man, Winch Green, he took down those still strong enough to fight, though he spent most of the time complaining about being in charge of such a boring task.” He pointed at the two characters.

The relief Sanji felt as codenames were introduced was short-lived as more pictures were placed at the table.

“Thankfully, we managed to construct a sort of profile for each of them, with actual images of what they look like, here.” One of them brought the file to the middle so they could all take a look. “As stated, the woman, who is also the oldest, is known as Vinsmoke Reiju. As her nickname may have clued you in, her skill set focuses on poison, her being able to make and intake it at will. Vinsmoke Reiju, just as the rest of her siblings, has augmented speed and strength, with almost impenetrable skin.”

“Oh, so it's like that funny looking guy from prison!” Luffy nodded, recalling said fight that led to quite a long, unpleasant nap. 

He may not have cared for much of the other details, but Luffy liked to hear what cool powers possible enemies and friends could have. 

“Prison? When did you go to prison?” Nami asked worriedly.

Luffy shrugged, “Didn't I tell you guys about it?” 

“Obviously not, if so, we wouldn't be so surprised! No matter, that's a talk for later.” Though Nami wasn't sure if she even wanted to hear about it. 

As they talked, Brook glanced over at the file, a smile even present in his face, “I must admit, quite a specimen, if only I could…”

A spoon was launched straight to his face, almost cracking his skull, "Don't even think about it, respect the lady, won't you?”

It took all of Sanji's willpower to not say her name.

“Ouch, yet, excellent aim, dear cook!” Brook cradled his skull in his hand.

The men analyzed this back and forth, trying to find a way to continue, them achieving it by coughing to gain their attention, before laying down three more files, “Next, we have these three gentlemen, quadruplets in fact. First, we have Vinsmoke Ichiji, who specializes in energy bursts, he is able to create explosions from it. Next, we have Vinsmoke Niji, who is able to produce lightning, and can shock people just by having them touch parts of his body. And last, but not least, we have Vinsmoke Yonji, who is able to detach his arms to land devastating blows to opponents."

Sanji felt himself get lost in his own mind, each name making his memories stronger, pulling him in. Each skill read reminded him of all he had never obtained, yet, hadn't he found a way to improve himself by his own merits? He tried to cling to that, to escape the panic that was spreading through him as his actual family came close to learning about the one that had caused him anguish, there was nothing he could do now about them finding out.

Franky raised his sunglasses, glancing back and forth at the names, “So, they're just numbered?”

He hadn't been the only one who had come to that conclusion, they weren't really names, they were numbers. Easy labels which accomplished the bare minimum of identifying who was who, nothing much else to it. It was then, as they counted, that they noticed a specific number missing, same as a fourth member to a set of quadruplets. 

A feeling of uneasiness rose as they let themselves properly analyze the pictures, the men and woman in them, of how familiar they looked, eerily so, their eyes widening as dots began to be connected. Many blinked, as if trying to prove that it was all but a trick of the lighting, yet the images remained the same. They reflected a face that they all knew too well, yet it lacked the emotion that it tended to possess. 

Immediately, Zoro locked his eye on Sanji, trying to discern if it was as they suspected. He tried his hardest to not call attention to the action, to not alert the others. Worry poured out of Zoro as he came to some conclusions that he wished he hadn't, not when they weren't spoken by the man's lips directly. 

Not when it was forced in such a manner.

The crew opened and closed their mouths, not knowing where to start, what to do. Their first instinct was to just straight up ask, they needed to know if this was all just a coincidence, but all they saw was the back of their cook. Not moving an inch, still as a wall. 

A protection against something, something that it seemed they brought here without a second thought. Deciding it best to keep any curiosities to themselves, they remained quiet, or most of them did at least. They could give Sanji that. 

Not noticing the earlier glances, Chopper stood in his chair, moving to glance better at the pictures, “Hey. Doesn't this look like…”

Usopp took that moment to shove a snack into Chopper's mouth, silencing him. 

Sanji mentally thanked Usopp, for the words, if completed, would bring forth the other half of the fear he already harbored with his “father”. That, even if he had grown apart, he somehow still managed to look like the monsters he was born alongside with. That was the last thing he wanted, to see them reflected each time he glanced at the mirror. 

“Oi, you made it clear they were quadruplets, where's the third?” Zoro crossed his arms, trying to divert the attention of the men before more blubbering could happen.

Mentally, he flinched at the growing tenseness his question gave Sanji. He hadn't wished to pry, not like this, but he needed to know what the men knew. See how to help him, what must remain hidden.

“Dead.” It was said straightforwardly, no sugarcoating it. 

Nami almost choked on her spit, “What was that?”

“The poor boy, he died back when he was eight years old due to a tragic accident.” One of them pulled out a weathered newspaper, one with a page which featured the face of a kid and a gravestone. “The kingdom suffered greatly, hearing about the parting of our dear prince, Vinsmoke Sanji.”

Even if the name hadn't been spoken, the picture would have done more than enough to convince them. There, clear as day, was a kid that was the spitting image of their own Sanji, same hair, even if parted to the other side, same bright eyes, same curly eyebrow. One that, they now noticed, spun the opposite way of his siblings.

The bandana made more sense now. 

Gasps fell all around the table, the breaking of their hearts almost audible. The men nodded, as if understanding the harshness of a child passing away, even if the crew were reacting for a whole other reason. Them thinking of an alternate reality, another life that would have led to that outcome, one where they would never have met the chef that now, they couldn't imagine living without. 

They couldn't fathom not having his smiles, his twirls, his flirts, his harsh words used to disguise care, his treats, which he made with all of them in mind. 

It was with this same thought that both Franky and Chopper burst out crying, Robin patting Franky's back comfortingly while Chopper went to lay on the lap of Usopp. Zoro, on the other hand, has his knuckles turned white with the grip he had on his katanas, mind reeling, scenarios playing, none that he took too lightly. Someone had orchestrated the death of a child, his Curly, and either failed, or used it as an excuse, giving him the fear that now tainted his blue depths. 

Sensing that enough time had gone past, the men finally finished their pitch, “With that said, we now believe where they are heading, and we wish to intersect them. All we need is the strength and support to do so. So, will you help us?”

There was hopefulness in their eyes, ones that were quickly cut off as some boxes fell on the table, bento boxes to be exact. For the first time that evening, Sanji faced them, eyes lacking the warmth that his smile was trying to give. He remained still, motioning at the boxes. 

“Here gentlemen, I have prepared some meals to go, for I do believe it is time for you to take your leave. We shall discuss this matter and see where it leads, if agreed upon, we shall contact you.” He nodded once, before turning his back to them once more.

Sanji had heard enough, had had enough, they had told his crew more than what he ever wished, and he now had to do damage control. Beg for forgiveness. Leave with dignity, needed be. 

But first, the safety of his crew came first, meaning he would do anything in his power to make them deny said request. He would make them understand that it just wasn't worth it. That their lives weren't worth engaging with said army. 

The men were taken by surprise, confusion clear in their faces as they tried to figure out what was the proper way to go about this. They turned their eyes back towards the rest of the crew, hoping for guidance, for another choice. All they got in return were soft nods from most of the people at the table. 

All except for Nami, “Sanji, apologize right this instant! Don't be so rude to our guests.”

She yelled, half heartedly, mostly to set some sort of normalcy between them. 

“Right, then yes, we shall take into account all you have graciously shared with us. Wait until tomorrow! We shall have an answer for you then. Oh, and do think about the money you're willing to spend on this, that can help the outcome.” Clapping her hands once, she stood up, motioning them to leave.

Hesitation tainted their actions as they slowly stood up, doing as they had said, piling up their files together rather quickly. Some of the Straw Hats ushered them out, trying to make up for the haste exit by leading them towards the docks. The others, on the other hand, stayed behind, fingers tapping at the table, following an unknown rhythm as they stole glances at Sanji.

It wasn't until they had all reunited in the galley, not until the silence had reigned for long enough that Sanji’s stance finally faltered. 

In the span of a few seconds, Sanji felt like everything had come crashing down, adrenaline draining out of him. Even with his loss of strength, his body never hit the floor, arms moving quickly to hold him, support him, keeping him steady. All he could register was how he was softly placed atop of a warm chest, hidden away for a moment, one not meant to last, but to help compose himself somewhat. 

Zoro held on to him as if he was something precious, carrying him to the couch. Taking a seat, the others followed suit, bringing their own chairs closer, close enough to offer comfort, but not enough to overwhelm. They all needed a minute to properly process all that they had heard. 

Absent-mindedly, Sanji patted his pocket, succumbing to the craving of smoke his body begged for. It had barely been lit before he inhaled deeply, causing him to cough in a manner he hadn't done in quite some time, not since he was a small brat. Thankfully, no one commented about his technique, nor laughed at him for it. 

Either way, it helped settle at least one thing inside of him. 

The crew didn’t know how to approach this, what to even say. So much had happened in a day that was meant to be like any other, yet, it still blew a hole on the side of their metaphorical ship. Even Luffy had an indescribable look to his face, as if trying to piece something together. 

Scooching quietly, Luffy laid against the couch, his arms wrapping around Sanji's legs, “Sanji must breathe, then he can talk, we’ll be right here to listen! You can always share anything with us, you know that, right?”

It was a surprising declaration, for Luffy wasn’t one to ask about people’s past, preferring their present, but perhaps, deep down, he knew that this was what his cook needed. 

He patted his legs, listening to his stuttering breaths, the other not yet crying. Sanji nodded at the order he had received, determined to follow through, even if it was requested rather softly. Holding a breath of smoke inside him, he sat up straighter Zoro letting him get comfortable before reaching for his hand, squeezing it to show he was here as well.

Sanji gave him a squeeze back, before opening and closing his mouth a few times, eyes reluctantly locking on the rest of the crew to make sure he had their attention, “I-I'm sorry.”

With that, he let out a silent sob, tremors running through his body, making his next words difficult to get across. His cigarette was quickly plucked from his hand by a hoof, Chopper not liking how it seemed like it could fall at any moment, how he could end up hurting himself. Sanji let out a dissatisfied noise but let it go. 

“I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so, so, sorry.” He rubbed at his eyes, trying to will the tears away, for there was no reason for them, no reason for him to cry over something like this, he wasn’t worth the pity, nor did he want it. “This is all my fault.”

“What do you mean, Sanji-kun?” Nami's voice asked gently, worry tinting it, not understanding what he meant.

“Please forgive me, I never meant for any of this to come out if ever, even less for them to be this close again. You weren't supposed to know, you weren't supposed to know about how much of a failure I really am. Now, I've endangered you all just by having you near me.” Zoro's grip got tighter. 

That specific word brought out a deep seated anger from inside Zoro, which was the last thing he wanted, for Sanji to start down his self-deprecating path. The man was nothing more than his equal, he forced him to improve with each word and kick, yet he tended to put himself down in a way that he was sadly familiar with. Pushing down his own feelings on the matter, he brought his arm to his back, rubbing shapes into it, just as he did when he had nightmares, ones of which he uttered similar words in. 

The crew stood still, not understanding this version of their cook, so different to the one they had come to know. 

Luffy, in an action that was uniquely his, hit him hard on the knee, commanding his attention, “As your captain, you’re not allowed to be mean to one of my nakama, even if it’s yourself, but Sanji, I have a question.”

He jumped up, moving to face him, almost slamming his face into his. 

“Did you call those Derma guys? Did you attack the island those guys were talking about?” He squinted his eyes, as if trying to see deep inside him.

Sanji looked affronted, “Of course not! The last thing I want is for them to be anywhere near me. I would, I would never call upon those dickheads, less to have them massacre a poor town.”

Luffy stayed quiet for a second, before nodding avidly in approval, “Then, why does Sanji blame himself? He didn't do anything wrong.”

Sanji stared at him in surprise, for it was partially true, but yet, there was still so much he was at fault for. For having kept this away from them for one, for not having done better, for the possibility that they were in this waters because of him, because he had refused to stay and die. Thanks to these thoughts, he was hit again. 

“No more thinking! Thinking’s bad.” Luffy ordered.

Sanji broke into a tiny smile, take it for his captain to stop him from spiraling, but said freak out would be due sooner or later. Instead, he forced himself to calm down, to bring forth a mask of confidence in order to tape up the broken pieces that had been released. A conversation needed to take place, and he needed to be in his best state for it. 

The first step he took was removing the bandana, using his free hand to mess with his hair until it returned to its original shape. It was like rereleasing part of himself into the world, no longer hiding from those he considered family. His hand didn't retreat though, him twirling the locks around his fingers, playing, grasping hard and pulling at them. 

It came as second nature for Zoro to remove said hand, bringing it down to join the other in his tight grip. The silence returned as many stayed in place, ever shifting feelings reflecting in their eyes, Robin snapped out of it first, making her way into the kitchen to prepare some tea for Sanji specifically and then for the rest. On the other hand, Chopper hovered over to him, checking him over, making sure that he was somewhat alright, mentally at least. 

Wishing to reassure him, Sanji freed his hand, patting Chopper on top of his hat, “It's ok, I'm alright, or I will be. No need to worry, doctor.

Chopper fought between feeling giddy at the nickname and skeptical about what he heard, but he relented. 

As a cup finally made its way to his hands, he let himself enjoy the warmness of it, letting it seep into his skin as he tried to put his feelings into words. He knew he was procrastinating the impossible, but he was grateful that they let him have a moment once more. As short lived as it may be. 

“I know it may be difficult to believe me, but please know that I kept this to myself not because I don't trust you, but because it was something meant to have stayed buried in the past. Facts that have long lost their importance as the years have gone by, a phase and a name disappearing with it.” For Vinsmoke Sanji died over 13 years ago. 

As if voicing his thoughts, Robin added, “For your passing was announced, even if staged, yet for you, it seems that there was an ounce of truth to it. Being reborn as your proper self from it, one could say.”

Of course, she would understand. 

“But, what could lead someone to lie about that to begin with?” Usopp, ever the liar, couldn't understand one as grave as that one. 

“One who would wish it to be real but not have the strength nor courage to accomplish it.” Brook answered, ever serious. “Cruel as it may seem, some boundaries are too difficult to cross.”

Chopper tapped his knee with his hoof, eyes wide trying to understand, “Sanji, why? What happened?”

The others started forming their own mental image of the situation, using the ramblings Sanji had been letting out, taking into account how he was curving into himself, hiding, trying not to take up too much space. Habits born from what felt like necessity, engraved into every crevice of his body. Words repeated constantly in his mind, his only companion in what they could only conclude was a dark and solitary past.

“I… be it for good or bad, depending mostly on who wishes to interpret it, was not born like the rest. You must have seen my… the others, we are inherently different, they were raised into monsters while I stayed the failure that could not live up to them.” 

Before the rest could object to what he knew were facts, he began to explain further how he was born different, less advanced, weaker, not as strong or fast as wanted of him. How in all terms, he was a failure compared to the results Judge desired, for he refused to call him father. Sanji cracked a smile at that, finding joy in proving that Judge wasn’t perfect, that all in all, even if he had failed as a son in his eyes, at least he had not become the monsters his brothers were.

Of course, the rest didn't properly understand due to his vagueness, him not being able to touch upon the topic of why he still got nervous when Chopper begged to give him a check up, of how stepping into the infirmary took him back to the many days he had spent locked up in a lab, giving up every inch of his body in search for answers that had remained hidden.

“Sanji-kun, what do you mean by monsters?” Nami looked concerned, any other time, he would've swooned knowing how much she cared. “Do you mean their powers? How they came into possession of it?” 

She was trying to get him to clarify, for he wasn’t the type to insult others’ abilities unless to mock them, at least not with the same vitriol. Even the term monster was much more of a friendly term between them, her knowing that Chopper would feel sad if the doctor wasn't so distressed. 

Sanji brought his hand to his arm, digging his nails into his sleeve, “No, yes? It’s, I don't really wish to get into detail you see, but they were and may very well still be rather cruel. Truthfully, I didn’t even know they possessed half of the powers they seemingly do now, but it's not that, even if it doesn’t help their case. It's just that they lack what to many it comes naturally, they… they…”

“Breathe Cook-san. There is no need to speak of that which seems to be troubling you, we shall take what you deem to give, but we will not judge you if that is your fear.” She smiled softly at him, trying to be reassuring. 

“Thank you dearest, sincerely, all I wish is to get the point across that we cannot face them, that we shouldn't. This is war, a fight we can't win, suicide even.” Fear laced his every word, a small one that had been steadily growing, finding root in his childhood. “I know we've faced many challenges together, I know how powerful we are, but this is different. This will lead to ruin, I've seen it first hand and have suffered from it, we can't, or better said, we shouldn't even cross their path, not when all they leave behind is debris.”

“That’s quite hard to believe when you've all taken down a government flag, Cook-bro, or the pacifistas, or a maniac fishman.” Franky counted with his fingers, as if proving a point. 

“This is different, this is so fucking different. You heard them, they are a country that thrives on science and the military, every inch of them is designed to be a weapon. You don't understand, they were created to conquer. Island after island has fallen to their knees at their command.” Sanji was growing frantic.

“Sounds like a fun challenge!” Luffy announced happily. “Nothing we can't beat! We got this.”

Sanji’s hand threatened to return to his hair, to start ripping its strands, yet Zoro kept him in a gentle grip, “No no no.”

His words were not getting through to them. How was he supposed to make them see that they would not be facing a normal foe? If not, one that knew how to harm in a way that would leave even your soul branded. 

He was used to the pain, had grown accustomed to it even if he had never understood what he had done to deserve it, just that he had. But nothing would be able to hurt him worse than having to see said agony reflected on his nakama, to be forced to see them suffer through it as he had. Biting his lip, he finally said what he was dreading. 

“It's useless, even its people were designed with war in mind, manufactured one could say, especially my sorry excuse for siblings.” He let out a deep sigh, not daring to look at anyone’s eyes. “We all were. We went through modifications young, no fruits involved, no extensive training, though we did suffer it, it was all science. We are not human, or, they aren't, at least.”

That was the one phrase he would repeat to himself time and time again, that despite everything, he had remained human, his mother’s miracle he liked to think. Still, what little comfort it brought him paled at the silence he was met with. Sanji didn’t even need to look up to know that he was being studied by piercing eyes, or they felt that way. 

It made him wince, mood souring even further. A freak, he was a freak, which was what they were all thinking. They now knew that he was one of them, despite trying so hard to run away, he was still at the edge of their shadow, meant to be forever compared, yet never living up to their expectations.

Starting to talk had been the hard part, but the rest of the words came out easier, of how Judge had tinkered with their DNA, beginning with his older sister the moment she was born. He shared with them how Judge slowly perfected his skills, managing to change them when they were still in their mother’s womb. Sanji even spoke about what they were meant to be, ideas drilled into their minds since the moment they began to crawl.

They never got the chance to be children, just the perfect soldiers, with an exoskeleton that was unbreakable, with speed that didn’t need much stamina to function, with strength that surpassed the adults around them even at eight years old.

Each word felt like a slap, him reliving all the moments he had never allowed himself to fully recover from, his imperfections displayed for them all to see. And still, the eyes on him only became heavier, it felt like they were trying to place what he said with what he still lacked. He hated it. 

The arm around him brought him closer, whispering in his ears, “Whatever thoughts are running behind those curly brows, stop them, they aren't remotely true, idiot cook.”

He chuckled, tears pricking his eyes, wishing to agree, even if for a moment. 

“I… I was the failed experiment, the one too human to be loved, even in his messed up ways. I was the weak one, the one that tried too hard, yet his fears and emotions kept him back. That's the reason th-they… why I wasn't particularly liked." The change didn't go unheard.

That that was the reason why he had been abused, locked up and left to rot, with only mice for company. Little creatures that had become his only friends, ones he cherished even to this day for the light they had brought him in his darkest moments. Pathetic, even to his own ears.

Franky felt himself cry at each spoken word, at the many fears the little kid must have powered through as he was dissected. Part of him felt like he could understand him to a degree, him having become a machine by his own hand, yet Sanji, unlike him, had been forced into it, even if it hadn’t worked as intended. He wanted to berate himself, feeling like he should've seen the signs, that of a child having been forced open and changed, despite the different situations.

A “failed” experiment didn't mean that certain aspects hadn't been successful, that there was something else to him, though he doubted that would comfort his bro. It took Franky quite a long time to come to accept his own person, seeing his crewmate suffer from his own crisis, it made him think that the other never sat down with himself to make peace with it. The idea broke him.

Franky raised his glasses, trying to dry his tears before giving him a thumbs up, “Cook-bro, I know it may not mean much, but believe ol’ Franky when he says that feelings go a long way. 

The heart goes a long way, there is only so much power and science can do against it.”

Sanji smiled, letting the words cradle him. He had tried to believe in that sentiment for so long, he was glad to hear it spoken from the mouth of others. That it was a truth he could trust.

“Sanji,” Luffy looked weirdly serious as he spoke. “they said Sanji died, yet he's right here, belonging to us. How?” 

It was a simple wording for a difficult question. Sanji laid his head against Zoro's shoulder, wishing for a warm presence to keep him steady. Especially as he debated how much to share. 

In the end, he was factual. He stated how he was brought into the dungeons with no knowledge of what was happening, how he was hidden away from even his sadistic siblings for a time, forced to play dead at the king’s orders. How he was made to sport a helmet that covered the very things he had hidden away with the bandana. 

With each word, the air grew thicker with many emotions, ones like anger, hurt, worry, pain. Given how it was explained, everyone thought of the worst circumstance, especially as Sanji held himself, reliving pains that they were starting to understand better. All of their hands ached to comfort him, to offer him the care that he himself gave everyone tenfold.

“After a few months, give or take,” It was difficult to know how much time had actually passed where he was at. “I escaped, never looked back, even thought I had left for good. I mean, it has been 13 years ‘til now, most of which were happy.”

At that, he glanced lovingly at his crew, before his face fell. 

Moving Zoro aside, he stood up properly, before bowing his head deeply, an action that alerted all of them, “So please, please don't join that fight. If they were that strong as children, they must be indestructible now, I couldn't bear the thought of what they may do to you all.”

Zoro fumed at the display, at everything, it took all his will to prevent any words from coming out, knowing how he would only regret them. His being, it craved the blood of those who had made his cook bow down to them, his crew, his family. Such a devastating look, one not meant for one like him. 

Luffy joined him, practically jumping up as he slammed his hat right against Sanji's chest, forcing him to look up. Sanji had a hopeful expression on his face as he tried to figure out what gears were turning in his captain's head. Luffy grinned ever confidently, having taken a decision long before all of this had happened. 

“Nope, we are fighting actually! We'll tell those guys tomorrow as soon as possible!” He laughed brightly. 

Sanji's eyes grew wide, “What?” 

Luffy scrunched his face, before hitting him on his head softly, “Sanji's hurt and scared, Sanji doesn't need to be, not ever again. He has us, we're nakama, we will protect Sanji every step of the way, always. Those Derma guys won't lay a hand on Sanji, not while we're still standing.”

The whole crew nodded in agreement, they had been there for Nami, for Vivi, for Robin, of course, they would be there for Sanji as well. Sanji's voice came out rather wet once more, but his begging fell of deaf ears. Part of him already knew that this was going to be the answer since the beginning. 

“We will help, they can't keep hurting everyone like some big bullies, and less when it hurts Sanji too.” Luffy hugged him then. “So, Sanji must help too! To stop them, isn't that what Sanji wants most?”

While Nami tried to smack Luffy for being so insensitive, Sanji fell into deep thought. 

Did he? All he had ever wanted was to fit in, then, to just be free and cook to his heart's content, to slowly gain the skill that would one day be put to use as soon as he could find his All Blue. Yet, wasn't there a point where all he wanted was for them to stop? 

Sure, it was mid beat downs, but he had begged to be heard, for the pain to stop, for someone to come and take him away. Now, those same pleads were at his door, and he was trying to get everyone to ignore them. Wasn't that exactly what he was against? 

With poorly formed resolve, he nodded as well, smiling a bit crookedly, almost genuinely, before lighting up another cigarette. 

“As my captain wishes, I will fight alongside him, and I promise I will try to answer any more questions involving Germa as best as I can, if it can help.” Eyes scanned him, trying to see if he planned to do as stated, if he truly felt ready, at the end, they took his word. 

Zoro grinned in a feral manner, already tasting their defeat at their hands. He would beg if needed, to be given the chance to face any of them, but for now, he prepared to take the cook away from the galley, as soon as they're all dismissed. His plan was to pin him down, to make sure he wasn't just saying this to help the others nor to appease Luffy, though if there was a thing Curlybrow was known for, it is his stubbornness, he means all he says. 

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Early rays of sunlight shone over The Sunny, bathing its deck and surrounding waves in a warmth that greeted the slowly awakening Straw Hats. 

Each one of them could be found in different states after yesterday, not all having processed the events the same, yet they had all agreed to give Sanji and Zoro space. Space in order to not overwhelm them, but a caring smile to show that they were right there if needed. It was a sentiment that Sanji very much appreciated, even if he still felt guilt take root inside of him, for making them worry. 

With his own smile, he thanked them for the distance and the ease in which they offered it, how they didn't probe at the bags he just knew laid under his eyes. Ones that were surely bloodshot from the tears he ended up shedding in the arms of his marimo, under the guise of the stars peering in through the windows of the crow’s nest. Part of him had tried to hide it when he faced the mirror earlier that day, but no matter how he arranged his hairstyle, it never quite hid it. 

Perhaps he would still be fighting his reflection if it wasn't for an oaf having pried him off, causing him to almost stumble onto the floor in a flurry of curses, most aimed at the swordsman. A kick at the shins was only to be expected, before his need to start breakfast won out. Sanji worked diligently on a hearty meal meant to spoil his crew, ignoring the teasing remarks that Zoro threw at him whenever he seemed fit from the spot at the countertop he had claimed, showing how he was not leaving his side. 

Once they had all eaten, praises and grunts filling the air in satisfaction, Sanji tidied up the kitchen before moving to tend to the laundry. 

The wet garments showed how someone had been decent enough to set them to wash, so all he needed was to hang them in the wire to let them dry. One by one, he separated each item according to size and who it belonged to. Moss slowly grew next to his arm as the other got close enough that if he wished, he could lean forward to touch him, his own choice to make, to take what he needed. 

Soft, lazy ass, willing to stick around, but not lift a single finger to help, really living up to the houseplant name. Still, the obvious care, one that was less hands on as last night's, made him feel some sort of way, thrilled even, at receiving care that years back, he only dreamed of getting. One that, according to his fantasies, would be due to a dazzling lover, though he didn't expect such a brute to fill the role so well. 

Fuck it, fine, he craved the closeness, especially when he knew it came from a place of protectiveness and care rather than pity. He didn't need him helping with anything else, not when his perfectionist mind would scream at the other if he left a single wrinkle in any of their clothes. Especially if they belonged to him or the ladies, no, they deserved the delicate care of hands that knew exactly what they were doing. 

Much later though, be it today or tomorrow, he will goad Zoro into a proper fight, perhaps instigating it by throwing how disgustingly sweet he's being to his face. Sanji could already picture the clash of steel and leather ricocheting, vibrating into his inner being. But right now, the act of fighting, of hurting, left a sour taste in his mouth, even if that had never been the intention of their spars.

With each passing minute, the hovering of the other finally reached its bothersome limits, meaning that Sanji had returned to some level of normalcy. This, of course, was celebrated by a kick that functioned more like a push, Zoro finding it amusing more than anything else as he huffed, leaving to sit nearby, resting, but not succumbing to sleep. Not like Zoro felt he could to begin with, but he was satisfied enough with how the cook carried himself to let him be. 

Sanji hummed a soft melody under his breath, letting the ocean breeze caress his face as he played with the fabrics that were hung. The repetitive motion of hanging, stretching wrinkles, and identifying which items needed to be mended, helped quiet the last threads of anxiety moving through his mind. All except one, which was related to Zoro and what he must be thinking at the moment, about everything. 

In the early days, it didn't take him long to accept how well he and Zoro worked together, from being able to read each other's movements mid battle to small things like what bait could make the other snap faster. Yet, right now, despite everything, he couldn't decipher what exactly was happening behind that big forehead of his. Sure, he had been told many times that his guesses were bullshit, but his fretting mind couldn't help but keep coming up with possibilities made to harm him further. 

How could it not? Especially when Sanji finally came completely clean about each and every detail. The mosshead had taken his burdens and offered to help carry them on his sturdy shoulders, each shame, each weakness and insecurity, each memory interlaced with pain. His heart gave his partner everything, perhaps finally elated that someone had offered a hand in aid, willing to listen and offer a soft touch instead of a stinging hit. 

It was as if the lock Judge had placed upon it was sliced, leaving him exhausted despite the adrenaline rush that had come with it. Truthfully, the few times Sanji had imagined breaching the subject with someone, he had always suspected that it would've ended up being a step by step process. An ease into a story where he desperately needed for the listener to understand that he didn't wish to be seen as a disappointment, or even worse, a monster. 

Judge had ruined even that, so Sanji gave Zoro an out, stating that he would understand if this was all too much, if the swordsman couldn't love him any longer. 

Of course, this was poorly received with both an expression and a voice calling him an idiotic bastard. The fond insult made him chuckle wetly, how Zoro comforted him in one of the few ways he knew how, by wanting to punch sense into him. It was working, but not as much as hearing to his face that no matter what, he wasn't going anywhere. 

When they decided to give this a try, they both agreed to stick to each other's side no matter how big or small any obstacle that crossed their path is, this was just one of those. 

With everything laid out, silence fell like a blanket upon them, sleep not yet coming, but its siren song was getting stronger, slowly lulling them in. Zoro placed him against his chest, taking advantage of the moment to play with his golden hair. Sanji hummed under the ministrations, his own hands tracing patterns on the other's skin. 

Whispers soon reached his ear, of how he had no doubt that Sanji could face anything thrown his way, of how fucking strong he was to try. And no matter what, he will be standing right at his side as always, in his best behavior if prompted even, as long as he is able to leave them at least slightly injured, or more than. Sanji chuckled at the idea, the restraint that the other was showing, sure, he was still terrified, but he had been for so long, it was time to face the music. 

They were his blood after all, for as unfortunate as that may be. It was time to show them how he was more than the sum of broken parts that they insisted on trying to wield together. Spit in their faces how he had managed to protect the only thing he had cared about since his youth, his mother's gift of kindness and his hands. 

The sudden vibrations of someone walking on the deck alerted him out of his thoughts, him seeing Usopp stride across, moving to jump over the edge. It was like he was a man on a mission, even if he was trembling a bit with each step. He had gotten the short end of the stick, becoming the one meant to relay the message to the men. 

Sanji had sensed that they had arrived not that long ago, his haki having zeroed in on them, trained in their signatures for fear of having them come closer than he wanted. A thing he knew wasn't fair to them, but when all you've done is survive, you stick to the side of precaution. That was also part of the reason why he was outside. 

Sadly, the voices couldn't reach him clearly, not that he truly needed to know what was being said. In summary, yes, they had agreed to the plan, yes, they would help take down a warmongering kingdom as if it was an easy task. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, the breeze no longer helping. 

Before the faint noises of cheers could hit his ears, he had already made up his mind, him making his way towards Zoro. Sanji looked him over, admiring how calm he looked, chest moving softly up and down, steady, but not asleep, even so, he still kicked him properly awake. His action was received poorly, not that he gave a crap. 

“Fuck, could've just nudged me, jackass. Finished with your chores then?” He rubbed at his head, Sanji scoffed, he hadn't hit him that hard. 

“Would've finished faster if you idiots did your own, yet here we are.” Sanji smiled, flicking his lighter open as he lit a new cigarette. 

Zoro huffed, “Like you'd let us, prissy brows. You know damn well you would stand there complaining the entire time before taking matters into your own hands. Why waste our time with it?”

“If you guys listened to me to begin with, maybe I wouldn't need to be correcting you at all. I don't even understand how tending to clothes can lead to…” He forcibly stopped his rant, letting the smoke curl in his lungs to calm down, that wasn't at all why he had come here to begin with. “Nevermind that, you oaf, I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna take off for a bit, in case any of the lovely ladies ask.”

For you to know, went silent.

“Where are we fucking off to?” Zoro squinted, analyzing him. 

Sanji crossed his arms, tapping his shoe, “Who invited you? Does our grumpy puppy need to be taken out for a walk? Relax, I'm just gonna go walk and look around, maybe shop for some prissy things, as you love to call it.”

“Cut the shit, Cook.” Zoro grew serious, pulling his leg down to make him fall onto his lap, quite an intimate action that they didn't tend to indulge in this early in the day. “You're not running away, right? I said I was gonna stay by your side and I meant it, like it or not, even if I have to handle your obnoxious flirting.”

Sanji bit his tongue, stopping a flaming remark from escaping as he sensed calloused fingers going through his hair, appeasing him, he felt almost insulted. The small fire he had been trying to build got snuffed out in an instant, him sagging against the chest behind him. There went his honest try. 

“Don't worry Mossy, I'm not planning anything like that, I just… I need to get some air, stretch my legs, see new things, distract myself for a bit.” Not being able to help it, he leaned in to quickly kiss Zoro's cheek, enjoying the warmth that slowly spread after it. 

Zoro looked into his eyes for a moment, ignoring the blush, “Good, fine even, just let me come with.”

“No need.” Sanji shook his head. “I'll be quick, you won't even notice me gone. Plus, I've stolen enough of your time, muscle head, you must be dying to return to your weights like a distraught lover.”

A small worth it hit his ears, making him smile, threatening him to become giddy, soft. 

Sanji dug into his pockets, taking out the bandana that he couldn't bring himself to return just yet, placing it on Zoro's hands, “I can take care of myself, you did enough already Marimo. I'll be back, but, put it on me?” 

It was a peace offering, a final protection Zoro could bestow, knowing that he was already agreeing to what Sanji was saying. With a short huff, he did as asked, delicately brushing his hair back, eye lingering on the beloved spiral, before proceeding to block it from view. His touch lingered for a bit, before moving to Sanji's waist, holding him close before standing with him, cackling at the squeaks the other had let out, cigarette stub falling with it. 

Setting him on his feet, Zoro snuck a kiss in, before it could become anything deeper, Sanji pushed him off. 

“Embarrassing swordsman, doing that in front of everybody.” There was no one nearby. 

Zoro smirked, as if Sanji didn't enjoy the affection. 

Almost pouting at him, Sanji stole a quick kiss of his own, before smiling and walking to the edge. The last thing he saw, as he popped another cigarette from his box, was how a piercing, silver eye tracked his every movement, before its owner headed to the crow’s nest. Workaholic. 

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Waving farewell to the charming old lady handling the bakery, Sanji continued on his stroll, taking bites of the sweet treat that he couldn't help himself but buy. The smell of said quaint shop had been the one to beckon him to come and taste what laid inside it, which had been nothing short of wonderful. As he savored each bite, he mentally wrote what would've been the recipe for it, hoping on soon getting the ingredients for it, to be able to share such a treat with his nakama. 

Sanji patted himself on the back, a walk had truly done wonders for him, him having been able to meet so many beautiful ladies, paying them compliments as he sought their wares, a rather calming process.

Once more, he had been able to let himself enjoy the small paradise in which they had found themselves at. With a view that had been stolen from him yesterday, but one that he could now spend time seeking and admiring. Each path brought him to new ingredients or trinkets that he made sure to sort through in order to pick things his crew would surely appreciate, ones that would light up their day as much as they had done to his.

What little he had bought, he carried with him in a bag, one that had been getting heavier by the second the more he wished to provide. All he wanted was to pay back the love his crew had gifted him with what he did best, a feast, plus some gifts to show that he cared just as much for them, even if he tended to hide it behind rough words. He smirked, already imagining how they would strongly object at the idea of him having to pay them back, but as soon as the meal was served, their faces would betray how joyous the sight and smell would leave them, practically speechless.

Finding a small stream running behind some of the buildings, he kneeled down near it, washing his hands off the residue his snack had left, it was then though, that he felt a pair of hands land on him. He couldn't discern them, but they had moved quickly, ally or foe, only time would tell, but he had a fairly good guess that it was the latter, for he soon felt himself grow disoriented. How the fuck did they sneak up on him and what had they done to him? 

Sanji tried to kick, to thrash, but none of his limbs cooperated, it was as if he had been pinned down, yet there was nothing on him. His eyes went next, with a fog seeming to have taken over his sight, taking his haki with it, not letting him sense any readings from his surroundings. Not even his mouth was able to utter a single please, curse, anything to call attention to him. 

As his body slowly shut down, the last thing he could remember was feeling sick at the thought of what he had bought being left behind. The only hope he had was that it would not be wasted. If not him or his crew, he hoped someone that truly needed it would stumble upon it and grab it for themselves. 

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Awareness soon started to spread through him as he began to wake up, his heavy eyelids twitching at the light just beyond it, with the sounds of machinery echoing past his ears. 

Despite slowly coming to consciousness, Sanji remained where he was, using what little preservation he had left to remain as still as possible. It would be a rookie mistake to announce his state, especially without knowing the intentions of whoever had made him wake up in such a manner to begin with. He didn't even let himself open his eyes, instead, focusing on the pattern of his breathing. 

Going through a mental checklist, he noted what he felt, if something was affecting him. He searched for wounds, assessing what were new pains and what were old sores. It was a task easier said than done where there was still a bit of cloudiness in his mind.

Somewhat satisfied by the lack of injuries, he turned his focus to recovering any detail that he could remember, to see if he could recall any features of what had taken him down. Other than the shitty fog and his locked limbs, nothing struck him as unusual, other than them having been able to get the upper hand on him. If he were the type to pray, he would beg for this to be the work of some bounty hunters and not the ever present fear that he should’ve trusted to be real.

Hoping his hair would disguise his opening eye, he took stock of the scene, taking in the unfamiliar area in which he had been locked in, for that's what was happening. He had been caged like an animal, in a space smaller than what he had been graced with as a child. A difference that part of him thanked. 

Fighting the urge to blow his hair out of the way, he suddenly froze, wincing right after at what he hoped hadn't been a noticeable action. Damn it, his hair wasn't meant to be out of the bandana. At what point had the fabric been stripped away from him? 

Had it just fallen when he had been kidnapped? Was it purposely taken off to see what was lying underneath it? Where was it even?

Returning from his momentary panic, the side of his eye caught a glimpse of the fabric, which had been left behind not that far from his body. A sigh of relief escaped him as he saw it, it was still there with him. He would never be able to face Zoro if he had lost it, having lost the last show of protection the other had given him before leaving him to his own devices. 

His eyes soon bounced around his prison, taking it in, him coming to the conclusion that the room where he lay had been reaccommodated to fit it in, not designed to have it to begin with. Either this was an operation that had been done before, or his captor had been preparing for it, to be able to fashion such a change. Fighting the urge to smirk, he also took into account that the bars around him were not made of sea prism stone, a mistake that would cost them. 

There was nothing impeding him from kicking his way out, of breaking steel with haki covered shoes.

Well, it wasn't fool proof, for there were people around him, ones not paying close attention to their captive, preferring to stay eerily put while one was lost at work. He couldn't see their features well from here, considering he was still trying to remain undetected, but that didn't stop a shiver from running down his spine. One caused by familiarity in voices and looks. 

At least now he felt weirdly complimented, to have so many strangers near him, as if waiting for him to strike. Five in total, with only one being distracted with notes and with a den den mushi close at hand. Back up perhaps? 

Allowing his eyes to close, he focused all his attention on the outer walls, in the rooms that could be nearby, of how close he was to the outside. Yes, there were more people outside, more than what he could count, but considering how they were stationed, how they moved, it could be civilians. If he were to take a gander, the area felt close to what he expected was an inn, due to the concentration of people in specific areas. 

One would expect voices to be heard, but nothing passed through the walls, perhaps they had been sealed off, not to let anything that may happen in here escape either. 

Focusing back on the men, he sized them up quickly, taking the decision that they wouldn't be a match for him, an easy enough fight to join back with his crew. Sanji had no way of knowing how much time he had already wasted here, the least he wanted was to make his crew worry, to make them think he had bailed on them, like Zoro had feared. Not after everything. 

Taking a deep breath, he snatched the bandana before standing up, faster than what a human eye would be able to track. With a swift movement he raised his leg, preparing to slam it against the cage, but before he committed, a beep alerted him. One that came from his wrists. 

Wrists that he had somehow failed to detect were strapped with golden bracelets, no, cuffs better said. 

“As much as I have longed to see how strong you’ve become, Your Highness, I would advise you to keep such attacks to yourself.” Finally glancing up, the previously occupied man spoke. “The last thing one wishes is for you to lose your hands so soon, correct? So, I implore you to stand far away from the walls.” 

Triggered memories began to flash through his mind, all connected to that condescending voice barely covered by intrigue, one that was accompanied by an aged face that used to stare down at him, thinking of him as nothing more than an enigma. His heart seized in his chest, not quite believing what his mind was conjuring, of this man being one of the ones that had been in charge of running all sorts of tests, ranging from painful to normal, on him. One that had never let pity cloud his judgement, following any idea given by his colleagues through. 

Horror thrummed through his veins, he had actually been found, been captured even. For all he knew, he would be tossed once more into a lab, to be tested, to see what had changed, if he was even worth having anymore. And he couldn't fight back, never could. 

He hated how he wasn't surprised, how he had mentally prepared for this since yesterday, always knowing the worst was just around the corner, even if he had wanted to think it as paranoia. Any outcome imaginable had a possibility, be it if small, this was bound to happen. The thought did little to comfort him though.

Looking down frantically, he forced his hands to stop shaking, letting them come up closer to his face. What did he mean? What was this exactly? 

Analyzing his unique accessory, nothing of it screamed bomb. To a passing eye, it looked similar to a golden bracelet, with no tells of including something far more sinister. It's at its meeting edges that one could see that it was a fancy variation of a shackle, not unlike ones prisoners and slaves were made to bear. 

Pushing himself away from the desk, the older man strode closer to him, tilting his head as if he was nothing but an exhibit to gawk at, “I wouldn't be surprised if you had no prior knowledge of what those are meant to be. They are quite a useful tool used in Germa, created there even, an improvement to those ancient things the Celestial Dragons own.”

Sanji didn't care about a single detail belonging to the creation of such an item, him letting the praise fly over his ears. Instead, he focused on what methods he should be using to get rid of it, to prevent what the man was telling him it was meant to do. He wouldn't allow it to take his hands at the wrist, even less if it could take his own life with it. 

Shit, for how long have they been spying on him, his crew, everything? For them to have found out about this little quirk of his which was now being used against him. Of those hours and kicks nudged into his brain, forcing him to acknowledge that his hands weren't ones to fight, but to provide. 

Curling his hands into fists, he closed off his face, not daring to betray more than what he already had, instead, he stared back at the men, as if he wasn't the one behind the cage. Even if they were dressed in casual wear, his mind cruelly provided how they would look in uniform, with bodies that had not changed since those days where they practiced with him, where they stood surrounding him as he was beaten down. Unlike those phantoms of the past, these ones lacked the small amount of humanity their predecessors had. 

Ignoring the stinging that his nails had left behind in the palm of his hand, he reached into his pockets to get his pack of smokes, letting the back of his hand touch the fabric of the bandana. With a quick shake and glance, he cursed himself for not bringing an extra box with him, he was running low, he would have to cut himself off in order to survive this whole ordeal. At the very least, the action of lighting and placing the stick in between his lips was received with mercy, having only a pair of eyes track it but without any comment. 

Unlike his lighter, the men held no spark in their eyes, no voice, they were just husks meant to be used, awaiting instructions. The more he looked them over, the more he dreaded how it seemed like they were exact copies of the men from yesterday, the ones meant to have met up with Usopp today. His stomach lurched at what it could mean, of what was in front of him. 

“Oh please, do forgive me, for I have been terribly rude to Your Highness. It is truly a pleasure to see you alive and well, it was quite a joyous announcement to learn that you had not perished as a child.” If the man truly felt something about it, he would've at least shed a tear. “We mourned for you, my prince, yet you've come back, truly a miracle only Germa can provide. Even if you were known as a failure in our studies, I am glad to see that part of your body must have improved to allow you to survive this long, especially when in the hands of some pirates.”

Anger rushed through him, coming from all sorts of different angles, his cigarette receiving the brunt of it as he bit into the filter, causing it to wiggle. How dare he be happy at having him captured? Couldn't he tell that most of his “family” had desired his death to be real? 

If Germa was so perfect, he wondered what they would come up with to explain his return to the citizens. 

The old scientist was acting as if they had saved him, as if he hadn't been the happiest he's ever been this past few months with his friends than a single second he had with his birth family. Even worse, how dare he imply that he had survived all thanks to the rotten hands that had dug through his DNA while trying to make him into something he would never be? And worst offense, he had called his crew mere pirates, as if their accomplishments were nothing but child's play. 

“Let me set one thing straight, fuck Germa, nothing I am is thanks to those fuckers. For all they care, Vinsmoke Sanji did die then, for I will never be him, nor what he was meant to be. You can stick your praise up your ass.” Sanji snarled, smoke escaping him as he moved forward, a beep stopping him. “There are quite a few that have contributed to who I am today, and never, will Judge, or his exploits, hold that position.”

His fury was promptly waved off, falling on deaf ears, “The brain washing you have suffered is pitiful, but do not worry, going home shall reawaken your true self. No more play pretend with your captain, Straw Hat Luffy, was it? Nor cooking for those who are less than you in that old restaurant of yours. Oh, I forgot to mention an important detail, those beeps you keep hearing? They are meant to be warnings, the moment you step out of this designated space or infringe on the bars, they shall go off. It would be quite bothersome to have to rebuild your hands with mechanical ones, but I doubt the king would mind, maybe it will be an improvement to your body.”

His crew was not a secret, even if his poster reflected him poorly, monstrosity that it was, it was not difficult to tell that it was him, that he belonged to said captain. Yet, faces flashed through his mind, rough ones, laughing, scolding, loving in their rough way.  That old restaurant, fucking hell, how much did they know? 

Spitting out what was left of his cigarette, Sanji put it out with his shoe, kicking the excess away as he tried to convince himself that they wouldn't do the same to his family. 

In a self soothing manner, he played with his fingers, memorizing their shape, their strength, the scars gained from the warmth of a kitchen instead of fighting. A warmth gifted to him by a geezer that went out of his way to take him in as a son, never needing a reason for it, just because he could. One that had given up everything just for him to stand and be free, but now, it came with a price. 

“How…”

“There is no need for you to finish that sentence, Your Highness, I can tell what you wish to ask, trouble yourself no further.” The scientist smiled at him, genuinely in the worst way possible. “Your father wished for your safe return, after hearing of your survival, he had some sources find you and track your every movement. For quite some time now in fact, his aid let him know about your stay in that poor excuse of a restaurant, the Baratie, was it? And how, two years ago, you were picked up by the Straw Hat Pirates.”

He looked delighted, as if proud of how much Judge had gathered, of it being an act of love instead of someone tracking down their prey after it didn't stay dead, “He had a small portion of his army, me included, take on the mission of bringing you home. Of researching your whereabouts and how to best procure you. Due to the brainwashing we saw you experience, this tasteless manner was taken, I do hope you will forgive me.”

“Forgive you my ass, you can't be fucking serious. Maybe I'd feel more merciful if you broke me out of here, oh, and if you took this bullshit with you. Judge didn't want me for thirteen years, can't think of what he would want now.” Sanji sneered, feeling the need to slam his head in getting stronger. 

The man brought his hands together, perhaps troubled that he was not buying into whatever this was, “Do not say such a thing, he was distraught with your passing. It was the king himself who ordered us to expand on the idea of an island being attacked, with its inhabitants wishing for revenge. He knew you too well, saying that you would not be able to turn a blind eye to it.”

Because he was weak. 

Because he was too much like his mother, yet not her. 

Because he had an ounce of humanity and kindness that preferred to help, offering what few dared give him in his youth. 

Not being able to handle looking at the cuffs, at the reminder, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Unconsciously, he let his left hand wrap around the black fabric, moving it between his fingers. He focused on its texture, as he let his mind wander over everything he had overlooked. 

The three men, who just so happened to talk about Germa at earshot, the mole they seemingly had, it had all been fake, planted in order to hook them right in. Had had begged his friends to reconsider, but their wish to help not only strangers, but him as well led them here. All for naught. 

“Just so we're clear, no island was harmed at the hands of Germa then? It was all just a fucked up story?” He knew the answer, but he needed confirmation. 

The scientist called some of the men to his side, “As you've said, the kingdom of Germa would have no benefit from the destruction nor takedown of any island near this place, and they are not ones to waste time. This was all but a story spun by our men, the clones have reached an intellectual level high enough to function and act as other human beings, even if raised in a lab.”

Shit, since when had they gained clones? All he could think about was of men being raised inside walls like he had been, but without a say. Puppets meant to be controlled to a higher degree, like Judge had always wanted. 

Sanji rubbed his face hard, before letting his hand stray to his hair, pulling at it. It had all been so obvious, he more than anyone should've seen through the ploy. One that hadn't even been that well done to begin with, it was shameful. 

He had grown up in Germa, he knew how it worked, how to survive it, no mole would have been permitted. No mole would have lasted a second inside it, less, would it have been able to communicate with others outside it. They operated on straight regimes, one wrong move, and you were slaughtered or made into a slave if they felt merciful. 

That's why those bastards had access to such detailed information, why they knew about his siblings, their powers, why they had the physical evidence. Pictures, notes, newspaper. It had belonged to them to begin with, no normal islander would've managed to get that without becoming a corpse in exchange. 

“Then why go through so much trouble to begin with? You want me to believe that the clones just gave away the secrets about their “apparent enemy” to sell it?” Sanji felt frustrated. “It's like they are begging to get their asses kicked.”

The older man cringed at his words, but shook his head, “None of the sort, they were given the orders to say what they thought was best in order to get the pirates to agree. If anything, they may have gone overboard, more than desired. I shall take this into consideration, perhaps there is still a need to rework how their minds operate, to prevent further mistakes from happening again.”

His eyes began to sting, even if they were clones, they didn't deserve having hands pry into their inner workings, didn't deserve to be tested on period. Forcing his tears down, he took a deep breath, before locking eyes with the scientist. There was something else he needed to know. 

“Yeah yeah, take notes, anyway, my crew, they have been left alone, right? You just wanted me for whatever reason. Can you give me your word that they'll remain safe now?” He would plead if he felt it necessary, he wasn't above it, but he would start by just asking. 

Walking back to his previous work station, the scientist looked over some screens, as if needing to reread something, “The only instructions we have received were those of collecting and returning you to the kingdom. As for the Straw Hats, there is no course of action to take other than to dispose of them if they were to become a hindrance, so you can rest easy, for they have cooperated wonderfully.”

Thoughts, ideas, plans, went through his mind. None felt good enough, none made him feel at ease. If only he knew just a bit more. 

“You haven't answered me. Why does that bastard actually want me now? Am I to believe that he wishes to make amends with his failure of a son? What the hell does he need me for? You must know that at least.” It was easier to let his words have a bite, to rely on the anger he knew so well. 

Judge had been quite clear that he would never amount to anything, that he was his disgrace that barely held the title of son, it having been revoked, so that meant, he needed something from him. Did his failure son finally have a task that he could manage? One that only he could do, not his preferred children? 

Had that asshole reached a breakthrough in his research? Had he found what the molecule that had turned him into a human rather than a weapon was? Was he planning to gut him open in order to make him into the expectant image he had imagined?

“Your Highness, I do not take lightly the language you are using. The king deserves utmost respect, he shall not be spoken of in such a manner, especially by his own son.” The man slammed the table, having reached the limit with the attitude Sanji was giving. “I believe that the last thing you deserve is to be given an answer, for I have been nothing less than cordial and proper with you, but I shall still hand one over, despite my better judgement.”

Sanji felt himself beginning to scoff, but he bit his tongue, not wishing to push the other further. 

“At the very least, I doubt that the answer is one that you will particularly like, for there isn't one. We all have our theories, but his reasoning is his alone, I am certain you will find it out for yourself once you're in his presence. Yet, I implore you to learn some manners beforehand, the influence of those rats seems to have sullied you in many ways.” Rats, that wasn't as much of an insult as the man probably thought it was.

Either way, wasn't that just peachy? They were all just as clueless as they had always been, creatures no smarter than an ant, following their queens every command. No, he must apologize, ants were much better than these ingrates, for one, they didn't have direct access to his friends. 

With a turn of his face he let a curtain of hair fall upon him, hiding him for a moment. 

Emotions ran wild inside of him as he pondered what to do, what to think, what action to take. Could he find it in himself to let his hands be torn at the wrists just to get out and return to his crew? He had faith that Franky could make him some splendid replacements, but would they function the same as his own? Could he learn to use them and love them and respect them?

The thought pulled at his heart, yet, it knew he would sacrifice them in a heartbeat for them if necessary. More importantly, could his body even survive the dismemberment? The explosion itself? 

If he were to take this group down, wasn't there a high likelihood that others have been informed of his whereabouts already? What if his siblings came for him next? They wouldn't spare his crew as easily as these toys had, especially if they knew how devoted he was to them. 

Which took him to another option, that of escaping this imprisonment and abandoning his life as a Straw Hat. Yet, what would stop them from dangling their lives in front of him like bait? His mind conjured images of them being killed one by one until he was forced to come out of hiding, utterly broken. No, he truly never had a choice to begin with. 

There was only a single path onward to take, one that would keep the victim number to just one. Even if his friends had drilled it into his thick skull that no issue was one's own to solve, he just couldn't bring himself to be that selfish. Not even as a certain Mossy appeared behind his eyelids, a scold ever present in his expression. 

A look begging him to reconsider, for, didn't he trust him with this entire life? 

“I understand,” It hurt to utter the words, to put a front of being calm and collected, becoming the proper prince he once was. “but just as I do, I want you to also understand that my crew will go looking for me. I plead that you will keep them unharmed.”

The scientist took on a smug air, as if approving of his change of tune, more towards what was expected of him, “That is something we have planned for, and if you do as you are told, they will remain as they are.”

“And what am I to do?” He barely glanced up. 

“A note.” The older man produced some pen and paper from his desk. “We wish for you to write a simple note detailing that you have run away from here. How this situation opened up memories you wished removed and you could not handle it. Make it so that they do not go after you, for them to understand and agree with your need for space and solitariness."

It was like he knew exactly how he felt about this situation, it sickened him. For one that spoke so highly of Germa, it surprised him how he came up with this idea, how he himself wished to taint the otherwise perfect country according to him. Sanji guessed he was just excusing it with how his own “brainwashed” mind would work. 

The man kept talking, of how he wished to dissuade them from going after him, after the kingdom of Germa if they came to the conclusion that he had been kidnapped. Something counter productive when you gave so much information away for a supposed war. Still, with the faith he held, what was there to fear? 

“Fine, but just because I say something, doesn't mean they'll follow through. They promised to help your three goons with their revenge plot. Sure, they are the ones meant to guide them, but how do you expect them not to fight when they have already given their word?” He squinted at him, seeing if there was more to this. 

Walking over to him, the man handed over the pen and paper, “You'll be privy to it once it happens, but to keep things short, as soon as we take departure, our three soldiers will stay behind to guide your friends to what will end up being a goose chase.”

Basically, they will be led down to a dead end. 

“They will usher them the opposite direction, perhaps to another island that has their own rumors surrounding wars. As soon as they hit land, they will make an escape, blending into the people before joining our troops once more.” A simple, yet solid plan, or that's what they thought. 

Part of Sanji wanted to see it come to fruition, no matter what they thought, the outcome wouldn't be as easy as they would like. They were not blind followers, they would have their own thoughts, their own research. They would not allow them to walk away so easily. 

Sanji kept the thoughts to himself, preferring to glance down at the empty page. 

Words came and went, ideas discarded as he tried to figure out how to put on paper all he wanted to say. It was difficult, because he didn't wish to oversaturate it, preferring to keep it simple, to make it sound like him. For them to have no doubt who wrote it. 

Resigned, he wrote something small, clear-cut, so much so that even that captain of his would understand it. At the moment he went to sign it though, a thought suddenly occurred to him. A little something that made a small smile crawl upon his face. 

Not wishing to hesitate anymore, not after everything, he finished off the letter a bit differently than what he tended to do. 

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Each hour that flew by felt longer than the last, a heavy pressure accumulating over Zoro as he traipsed all throughout town and its outskirts. Like a man on a mission, he kept his hand tight around Wado's hilt, not yet running, but keeping up a steady pace. His body was ever moving, eye vigilant to any and all things surrounding them. 

Fucking hell, he knew it, he knew that he should've accompanied the shitty cook. They all knew that he wasn't in his right mind, that space, even if needed, could cause something like this to happen, yet he still let him go. Fine, he wasn't being fair with himself, with him, but the longer he stayed gone, the more he began to curse at everyone involved in this whole situation. 

The more time he spent out here, the more he hoped that his swirls would just magically appear at his side, blabbering about him getting lost. He would take getting scolded and getting his ass dragged back to the Sunny over this. Zoro wished for that deeply, for he was the one meant to be found, not the one looking. 

‘Cause that's what he was doing, searching every single nook and cranny of this island in hopes of finding a glimpse of his cook. One that had disappeared during his stroll and hadn't come back. Not even as meal times came and went. 

For all he knew, perhaps the bastard had infected him with his paranoia, whispered fears affecting him more than he had let on. In his defense, the alternative felt like an excuse to his own ears, it was against the cook’s very being to just leave them, especially without notice, without a meal. That thought made him track down the men that had been knocking at their door just yesterday, with no luck in that regard either. 

If they had dared to snatch Sanji, there would be hell to pay, delivered by all of them. He knew the sentiment was shared as the only people that seemed to cross his path was his own crew, each with their own determination and worry etched in their faces. The moment each of them met up, they would interrogate the other, see what they had found, what they had seen. 

The crew, as soon as they had noticed both wings missing from the ship, had not yet freaked out, for they believed the lovers had just been spending time together at the island, an activity they knew they enjoyed even if they liked to deny it. If anything, they were glad for it, thinking that a breather would do them good, better than staying cooped up in the ship, where it could suffer damages from their boredom. Yet, there was an offness in the air, one that got stronger as neither of them returned for lunch, giving them the benefit of the doubt, they tried to convince themselves that maybe they had just stayed out to eat. 

Though that explanation was soon thrown out the window as Brook told them how he had seen Zoro stomp away by himself a couple hours prior. Face stone, hiding away the concern lying right behind it. One that now everyone harbored. 

That had led to everyone separating in order to cover more ground, each trying to track either of their boys, but only the swordsman popped up. 

They weren't certain for how long they had been at this, but soon, they had all joined back together. Turning their hopes onto Chopper, they all focused on following him, seeing if he could pinpoint them to the right direction with the help of his nose, which led them to everywhere and nowhere. Showing that he had indeed been around, yet something had cut his trip short, with no way of knowing which route he had taken. 

As the night wore on, more and more of the members pushed them to retreat, to continue in the light of day, but Zoro and Luffy didn't budge. There was much that could happen in one night, they didn't wish to chance it. Not without knowing he was alright. 

Even if Zoro tried to act unaffected, calling him an idiot for getting lost, Luffy just smiled, laughing as he teased him for being worried. With a slap or two at his back, he strongly reassured him that they would get him back no matter the cost. He was their cook after all. 

Despite their best efforts, it wasn't until dawn crept on them that answers finally came. As they did every morning, they headed into the galley, which now felt wrong, too empty, devoid of warmth. It didn't hold the presence which gave it life, lighting it up with his humming, cooking and clanking. 

The silence accompanying the room slowly broke as murmurs rose between them, everyone's eyes landing on a note innocently lying on the table. It could be nothing, yet it could be everything, for it wasn't there before, not that they could truly recall. At the very least, it was something that their resident cook would never allow. 

The table was meant to always be spotless, a habit born from cleanliness and working at a restaurant for so many years. Even if it were to be used as a desk, when any of the members wished to keep Sanji company, no paper was ever forgotten. None wanting to risk the glare he would offer in return, unless you were a lady. 

They were at an impasse, where they all wished to take a hold of it, yet no one dared to reach out for it, fearing what it could contain. 

Silently, they all agreed that Robin should be the one to take it and read it out loud for them all to hear, for she was the one known to be able to read clearly and calmly. A thing they desperately needed at the moment, fearing to mess up even a single word. At this point, even Luffy had remained quiet, though his entire being seemed to want to break from the steadiness he had forced himself into. 

With still hands, Robin delicately opened the note, face betraying nothing as she addressed their nakamas as the letter said, but as more words came out of her mouth, the worse the mood got around the table. 

Emotions flared up differently in everyone, beginning with weariness, then confusion, then disbelief. Overall, hurt and anger was the foremost feeling they all shared, especially as the letter came to an end, a disappointing one. They each took their turn rereading it, as if hoping they had heard it wrong, or that it would magically change the more people glanced at it. 

To no one's surprise, nothing changed, for pen and paper didn't work as such. Sanji had truly left them it seemed, overwhelmed by everything, or perhaps due to the fear that had been trained into his mind as a child. No one could find it in their hearts to fault him, but that didn't stop them from feeling hurt that he had just gone. 

That would explain his absence, the lack of trail, for he knew how to cover up well. And most damning of all, it would explain the writing. There was no hurry, no strays, it had even been signed with sincerely yours, not that many cared to get that far, focusing more on the body of the letter. 

Many tried to argue in favor of him, saying it was just stress, that he would be back, or that it was, perhaps, all a lie. Even they knew that they were trying to appease themselves, for the other option was worse. That they had not been enough, that they had failed him as his friends, not being able to help him break out of his own mind. 

While the others fought between themselves, Zoro remained still, having been the only one that had not yet reached for the letter. Instead, he went to where the cook hid the good booze, uncaring for Sanji's mental pleas to not drink it all. He was going to need it, and it wasn't like Blondie was here to stop him, like he should've been. 

It took all his will power to return to the table, grinding his teeth as he snatched the note away, pocketing it in his haramaki. 

If it was up to him, he would've left for the crow's nest already, yet the look coming from his captain forced him to stay. Not liking the accusations, or the way his Sanji was being treated, Luffy stretched his arms out, grabbing them all before bringing them harshly together, practically making them smash into each other. It left many groaning in pain. 

Squishing them to him, he made them all pay attention to him, “You guys are being silly. There's no way Sanji left, we're family! We don't leave each other behind.”

There was no hesitation in his voice, like if he truly believed what he said. The look he gave them as some threatened to open their mouths made them close it immediately. Their captain may be an idiot, but that didn't mean that they wanted to be scolded by him. 

“Sanji needs our help right now more than ever, and this is not helping.” He finally let them go, crossing his arms, pouting. “Sanji is hurt, we need to go find him and bring him back, remind him that we're here when his mind doesn't want to be nice.”

Doesn't want to be nice is an understatement, that's all Zoro could think. 

“Right! Then we must continue with our search. The great Captain Usopp will deploy his army of eight thousand men to look around and bring our friend back!” Usopp declared as he glanced towards the door, legs shaking as he wondered what it would be like if they found him, if he would be angry at them for not respecting his choice. 

Chopper nodded, sparks in his eyes, “With that many helpers, we'll find him in no time!”

Usopp winced, it hadn't been his intention to give him false hope. 

“If I may interrupt!” Brook brought out a cup filled with straws. “It may be best if at least one of us stays behind. I am sure we all wish to go after Cook-san, but it would not do if he were to come back here without any of us present to welcome him.”

“Don't bother, I'll stay.” Zoro waved him off, receiving pointed looks of disbelief. 

They had thought that he would be the first in line to go outside, to continue looking, but then again, perhaps he needed the space in order to process everything. It could be that he was not yet ready to confront the man himself, or maybe he harbored the hope that he would return as Brook had said. Only he knew. 

With that decided, they were all pushed out of the galley, with Luffy running ahead towards the island. Only Robin managed to dodge their whirlwind of a captain, having stayed behind to tidy up the kitchen just a bit. As for Zoro, he grumbled, hands tight around the bottle as he headed up. 

He was practically there in a blink of an eye, an action that had become automatic after having done it for so long. Sighing, he focused on the sight of his own space, hoping that it would soothe him, especially with a drink in hand. Moving to open it, part of him rejected the idea of drinking it, not when the cook wasn’t there to get petty at him over it. 

Walking closer to the windows, he let his gaze get lost on the island, his hand popping open the booze in order to take two big swigs out of it. He had already stolen it, he wasn't about to let his efforts go to waste. 

With each movement he made, the paper in his haramaki crinkled, making his eyebrow twitch at the reminder of it. Growing annoyed at the sound, he took it out, placing it close to him, no longer tolerating it touching his skin. Zoro wasn't even sure why he took it in the first place, why he felt the need to keep the last words Sanji had given the crew near.

Gulping down half the bottle, he slammed it next to his weights, hands aching to take a hold of them, he just knew that once he allowed himself to become lost in the numbers, he would achieve a clearer mind. A state where he could push aside thoughts of failure and focus on the moment, on what to do next. As if one betrayal wasn't enough though, life didn't offer him that luxury, for training didn't come easy. 

Even after Thriller Bark, after having received unimaginable pain that was nothing compared to his realization of not being enough, not even Chopper had been able to separate him from his need to become stronger. Motivation had pushed him past his limits, each ripped stitch proving that he could go on protecting the others, yet here, it felt like strength wasn't what he needed, but what he had. There would be nothing to gain if he just stayed here sweating the day away.

That’s why Sanji and he were known as the two wings. Where he lacked, the shitty cook stepped up, always at his side, protecting his back and the others around him. He was the idea haver, the planner, the one who thought ahead and had the skill to follow through with it. 

Even if he preferred tackling the present, fighting on the fly as his captain often had them do, he did at least enjoy having a base plan to follow. He had had his moments, times when he had proposed ideas that had even Nami nodding along in surprise. That's what made Zoro long for a repeat of such occasions, knowing that he had it in him to come up with something, he was sure that all he needed was a bit more information. 

At this thought, his determined eye landed on the slightly crumpled letter. 

Without much fanfare, he took it in hand, finally reading the damn note with his own eye. He read it over and over again, until the words protruded in his mind, until he could recite it from memory. Having his mental voice of the love cook repeat it until he felt satisfied.

Zoro had known him for a long time, had received enough of his notes to be able to recognize how he writes, even if this felt more formal than normal. It had his strokes, the quick yet rounded way he wrote, as if trying to hold on to the sense of decorum while jotting down many orders. Even his distinct signature was ever present, having only the spot that would typically hold the kiss print bare, an unsurprising trait he was angry for missing dearly.

Those details were things that only his Swirls could bother with, which made him fear the authenticity of the letter, even if everything else in his body rejected it. He skimmed the letter for any hidden messages, analyzing between the lines as Usopp would mention in his made up stories for Luffy and Chopper. Tracing the letters, his face fell into a harsher scowl, looking at even the ink, the spaces left between it. 

Letting his eye wander back to the signature on the bottom, he let himself stare at it for a whole longer. At the name that he loved pushing aside, not uttering it unless he wished to tease the cook, reassure him, make him go red or make his tears stop. His thumb hovered over it, tracing it, but as he did, he paused at the i, something about it was wrong. 

At the sudden revelation, he brought the paper closer to his face, squinting his eye at it, trying to place what it was. Zoro was no expert in signatures, yet he was almost 78 percent certain that his idiot wasn't the type to dot the i, not when he favored the kiss. Sanji was dramatic, he had a style he followed and womanly admirers to cater to. 

Even weirder, it wasn't a normal dot that accompanied the i, call him insane, but he could swear that it was fuzzy, like it was meant to be perceived as something else. Something small, with legs, something similar to a bug. A fucking bug. 

Gasping in disbelief, Zoro arched into the paper, rubbing at it, trying to see if it was a mistake, something purposeful, yet it all seemed to lead to the same conclusion. 

In a way that should be considered worrisome, his heartbeat increased, especially as he started to pace back and forth. Images began to flash through his mind, dots connecting, a grin spreading through his face. That coward, fucking smartass. He shouldn't have expected any less, shouldn't have ever let himself lose trust in him even for a moment, not for such a flimsy excuse. 

Still, he couldn't help his feral grin, one that was not entirely appropriate considering Sanji was in trouble, for he hadn't left, he had just been taken against his will. Now that he thought that almost out loud, it practically woke him up, furrow back on. They needed to act now. 

Practically launching himself down the crow’s nest’s ladder, he landed on deck, hoping to see if any of their nakamas had stayed behind as well. All he could gather was that the lights inside the galley were still on, a quick peek confirming that it was Robin, who, in an act of kindness, had taken it upon herself to clean the kitchen. She was using the simple actions to allow herself to think, and to offer the cook some reprieve if he were to come back, no, not if, when. 

Stomping loud enough to be heard, he pushed the door open, eye meeting Robin's. 

Setting her towel aside, she greeted him, though whatever she saw on his face made her pause in her ministrations. It was like she was seeing through him, analyzing, seeing what had him in such a state. Nodding once, she swiped the invisible dust of her skirt before nearing him, eyes giving away nothing. 

“If I am to be correct, it appears that you have found something out, Swordsman-san, for there is a look of, dare I say, knowing in your eye. Have you come across anything useful?” Her eyes clearly landed on the letter in his grasp. 

Zoro grunted, before remembering the lectures Sanji just loved giving him, “Could say that, came across something at least. I need the others to see it too.”

“On it, say no more.” Robin took it upon herself to cross her arms, creating what would most likely be eyes and mouths meant to find their crewmates, to relay such a message. 

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“So, let me get this straight. You came to the conclusion that Sanji-kun was kidnapped because of a scribble found in his signature?” Nami rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to understand. 

All the Straw Hats, after gathering on the deck in record timing, had come to sit on the grass, them vibrating in excitement as they wondered what had caused Zoro to call upon them so urgently. 

As Nami talked, Zoro nodded just once, before pointing at the doodle in question, hoping that the rest would understand what he's seeing. At the confused faces he got in return, all he could do was roll his eye. And they said he was the dumb one. 

“He may be the prince of idiots, but he isn't that much of one.” Thankfully. “He didn't leave by his own hand, look, he's practically begging for help.”

Usopp leaned closer, putting on his goggles as if needing to see the drawing better, “Yeah, sure, alright, you got that just from a doodle that's supposedly a bug?”

“Not to question you Zoro-bro, but where's the begging?” Franky doubted the little bug had spoken to him. 

With a small smirk, Zoro pointed his thumb at the pantry, “Cook's terrified of bugs, not that he'd admit it. The only time he willingly drops his pride and dignity is when he asks me for help in getting rid of them.”

Thinking about it now, Zoro had never seen any of the others in pest control duty, only himself. It gave him a sense of satisfaction, the idea of Sanji wanting him to protect him from the most harmless of little things to exist. Yet, he had done it each time without complaint, not daring to comment on it, which he was thankful for now, considering it allowed for him to recognize said signal. 

“If I were to form a hypothesis, with this new factor to take into consideration, then there is a high chance that our dear Cook-san is being held captive somewhere on this island. It is likely that an unknown force had him write this letter in the hopes of throwing us off their scent, or to discourage us from taking him back.” Robin tapped her chin, thinking. “What a clever, yet discreet way to relay a plea for help, one meant to be understood only by a certain swordsman.”

The way she said it made it sound like a tease, Zoro fought to keep his blush out of his face. 

“I suppose that would explain why his clothes and trinkets are still in our quarters. 

One would expect that our dear cook would take something with him, especially his beloved cooking knives.” Brook clapped twice as he announced his thoughts, he had been through their crewmate's things earlier today, in hopes of finding information of his possible whereabouts. 

An audible groan came out of all of them, as if disappointed that they hadn't even thought about that. Sanji was one to dress to impress, he put much care into his looks, into himself, if this was planned, there would be no way that he would leave so much behind. Sure, in kitchen matters, he wouldn't leave them empty handed, not when it could cost them the quality of their food, but surely he would at least take the set of knives he had brought with him from the Baratie. 

Ones that were still in their designated place, considering Robin had come across them as she took care of the kitchen. 

With this agreed, there was still another burning question in their minds, one that Chopper couldn't help asking, “But, who could've taken him? Sanji is not so easy to capture, he's strong.”

“Not sure bro, but, isn't it highly suspicious that a group that knows so much about the Vinsmokes would come to a crew harboring one?” Franky took out his tiny hand to pet Chopper's head reassuringly. 

Zoro couldn't help but scoff under his breath, not hiding his annoyance, “He's not a Vinsmoke.”

“Right, of course not bro, he's a Straw Hat.” Franky amended. “We know that, but do they?”

Nami waved them off, before facing Usopp, making the man jump, “Usopp, speak up, you were the last one of us to talk to them. Did they say anything useful? Maybe when they would be contacting us again to proceed with the plan?”

Usopp furrowed his eyebrows, finger touching the tip of his nose as he tried to replay what had happened yesterday, nothing specific came to mind. 

“They didn't say anything really, just that they would call upon us soon.” At her frustrated sigh, he flinched more, wishing to hide from her. 

“Great, just great.” Nami stood up, needing to pace. “For all we know, they could've departed already, searching here could just be a waste of precious time that we just don't have.”

Robin shook her head, “I do not believe that to be the case, for I have not sensed any movement across the waters. You see, I have been keeping an eye on the docks during my stay here, no ships have either arrived or left the harbor, and I have not picked up on any murmurs of ones having left yesterday. Unless their possible vessel is stationed on another spot, I believe that they are still here.”

Ignoring the conversations happening around them, Luffy finally stood up, deciding to speak after remaining quiet for so long, placing his own hat on top of his head, “Time to bring our Sanji back! He's near, we just need to keep searching. And then, once Sanji's back with us, we'll hold a feast in celebration!”

His comment was quickly followed by a hit, Nami calling him insensitive, but yes, it was time to go retrieve him, they just needed to come up with a plan of action first. 

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Early in his imprisonment, Sanji had already accepted that he wouldn't find comfort for as long as he stayed inside his cage. Not like he desired it to begin with, for his mind wasn't letting him be in any state other than fully alert of his surroundings, on what was happening and what was meant to come. Still, he yearned for the smallest of luxuries, that of letting his back rest against the walls without the constant beeping of his bracelets in his ears. 

Even if he were to get that much, he doubted that he would linger in such a position, not with how it would leave his back exposed, huh, perhaps some moss spores had truly infected his thoughts. 

Lying on his back, his eyes traced the metal patterns on the ceiling, a mind-numbing task that allowed him to let his thoughts and questions fester in his brain. That of the place where he was residing, of the state of the others, if they had actually received his letter, if they understood its meaning, of what was to come. Most of all, he wondered why he was still here, even though a couple of days had already gone by. 

One would think, with all the love, loyalty and admiration that the scientist spouted about Germa, that they would've been more efficient in his retrievement. A small voice in his head, one that he wanted to believe was reassuring, did bring up that maybe he just wasn't important enough to be taken in quickly. That there was no need to waste further resources on the failure child, he would be taken when they felt like it, not a second more. 

At the end, his curiosity won out, his need for having as much knowledge as possible making him speak the question out loud; if anything, it would help fill up the void like air surrounding him. For as many men as there were here, the clones only spoke when spoken to, the only exception being if they had a report to share. As for the scientist, he just mumbled under his breath, the speed of it changing depending on what he was working on and if it was meeting his expectations. 

Surprisingly, the scientist took the time to respond to him properly, perhaps having already forgiven him for his earlier “transgressions”, normal reaction if you ask him, for keeping him locked up in a cage against his will. At least it wasn't all bad, because they did have enough humanity to feed him and offer him water when asked. One of the few acts of kindness that Germa had never faltered on, if only they could add a bath to it, not just a bowl of water to refresh himself. 

As he spoke, Sanji fought the grimace off his face as he was addressed as Your Highness again, befitting of the old station that he had barely possessed. 

To keep it brief, the older man let him know that they had already contacted his father and the men in charge of transportation. A snail ship would be making its way towards them soon, one meant to come pick them up before reuniting with the rest of the vessels. In other words, that would be the moment where he would be handed to the rest of his family on a silver platter, which sounded nightmarish in itself. 

Still, they were taking their sweet ass time; even he had to admit that their ships were faster than average, which made him come to the conclusion that they were way farther than he had feared. That was an advantage, if they weren't knocking at his door quite yet, then there was still hope for him to escape, hide and formulate a plan. There was little he wouldn't do for the sake of returning home and considering there was a high chance that his friends were already in the know, perhaps they may understand his position and offer their assistance. 

It was entirely possible that his thoughts were clear in his face, considering the scientist couldn't help himself but rub it in his face what they had heard about his crew, “As we wait for our transport, I believe it is only natural that I inform you of the state of your past crewmates, considering you requested their safety.”

Sanji perked up, but remained lying back, not wishing to give away anything that could be used against him. 

“As I was saying, we have not caught any signs of the Straw Hats searching for your person, other than from the first day before they received your letter and a few hours after. Denial was to be expected.” They had some clones stationed around the island, documenting their every movement. “It seems that your letter was sufficient. Worry is no longer etched in their faces, though they still remain on the island. Seems our plan is working, they will not intrude in further matters.”

Sanji barely nodded as his fingers tapped against his leg, him trying to ignore the ache of withdrawal from having to limit himself. His mouth begged for the stick, if only, just to make him focus, to help him ignore the insecurities that lay under his skin. No, they must have figured out what he meant from the words, they truly wouldn't think that he would abandon them, but still, why weren't they trying to track him down? 

Was there an actual chance that they didn't care? After all, they could do just fine without him, they could always find a new cook, he was replaceable. He let himself wallow in his own self-pity for a minute, before scolding himself, he knew better, his crew held his utmost trust. 

To ease his heart, he twirled the bandana in his hand, ignoring how tempting it was to bring it close to his face. Huffing a laugh, he made a mental note to have this be washed much more often. It was weirdly useful. 

At his slightly improved mood, he bit a tease that wished to spill from his mouth, “Good to hear, I guess. Question, what happens if they do start roaming around?”

“We have taken countermeasures, ones differentiating from if they join the nonexistent war. Having studied the Straw Hats crew, we believe trickery is the best way to advance in this scenario, plant a fake if you will, which we have.” The man nodded in satisfaction, giving him a smile before finally returning to his screen. 

Sanji squinted, “Plant a fake?”

He held the bandana tighter. 

“A fake, a bait, call it as you will. A prevention in case they start getting too nosy.” The older man didn't even care enough to look at him anymore. “One that has already been set in motion.”

Words came out sharp, clear, yet they lacked expression as the man focused on other things. This had been a last addition plan, something more efficient, meant to kill two birds with a stone. Instead of leading them down a wrong path later on, they decided on starting with it now, with a decoy Sanji. 

Basically, they were banking on the supposed stupidity of his captain, on him deciding to follow easy distractions. Ones in the form of a ship that had already begun to sail, hoping that its movements would alert his crew. Raise their suspicions. 

Make them think that the vessel housed their crewmate; have the ship navigate with no direction in mind, other than to lead them the furthest away from their actual cook. One fast enough to offer a good chase. A ship that, needed be, held a handful of soldiers that would be ready to attack if ambushed, a ship that would shoot if shot at.  

The man droned on and on, more than what he cared to follow. If anything, it just proved that the silence was also eating at the other, him needing to fill the space with his own voice, one that he clearly admired so much. Letting him carry on, Sanji used the time to focus on his own person, he knew he had to act as soon as possible, for time was of the essence. 

He trusted his crew to come for him, but he could not rely on them getting here on time. There were one too many variables, anything could cause them to arrive late, be it discovering where he was to begin with, or through the distractions the soldiers were planting. Every second of them searching was a second closer that Germa was to obtaining him. 

Closing his eyes, he returned the fabric to his pocket, mind cataloging all he knew about his person. Just like when he had woken up, there was nothing tying him down to the cell other than the rigged bracelets on his wrists. Neither his arms nor legs had been tied up, a huge mistake on their part. 

Perhaps they had labeled him a non threat, the cage and cuffs sufficient enough to hold him. Even if the metal surrounding him was sturdy, he knew that he could take it down with a few kicks, depending on how desperate he was. The bigger issue lay in figuring out how to get out of this with his hands intact, for even if he could live with the thought of having lost them, the blood loss would surely finish him off. 

As for his lovely entourage, same as he had concluded before, he was confident enough in his skills to take them all down, especially since he knew that they were at a disadvantage, not being able to hurt the cargo severely.

As for the building, he had already done a few mental passes over it. Even if not attuned to strangers, his observation haki could still focus on the energy signals near him. With a push, he was able to tell much about his surroundings. 

First and foremost, he wasn't exactly hidden in a secluded part of the island, no, he was in plain sight. Tracking both day and night, he was able to gather basic information about the routines of the people around him. Very few came and went out of their rooms, exiting and not coming back until night had fallen, according to the window in his own room. 

The rest of the quarters remained occupied, if he were to guess, filled with soldiers that were much like the ones near him, barely moving. 

Sanji had also determined the foot traffic on what he surmised was the outside, it made part of him wonder how exactly they were going to transport him without raising suspicion. They were surrounded, even during nighttime, he could sense the odd soul here or there, one was bound to see him. Knowing them, they probably thought that he would just go willingly, for, who in their right mind wouldn't return to the all great and powerful Germa and its beloved king? 

Shaking his head at the thought, he let out a deep sigh through his nose, bringing the bracelets up to see them properly, the only odd against him. 

This was an action that he had been repeating for the past few days. For what seemed like hours, Sanji had studied his hands, cataloging each burn, cut, or splatter engraved in them, each holding a memory created through them, ones that proved how he had left, and what he could lose. Avoiding these thoughts by skipping over his hands, he let his eyes fall directly upon the cuffs. 

Due to having nothing better to do, he had already toyed with them before, but this time, he puffed his hair out of the way, turning a critical eye to them.

There must be something to this contraption, a failsafe, something he could take advantage of to destroy them. He had spent enough time with Usopp and Franky, them either working on the table of the galley or dragging him to see their creations. Something must have stuck. 

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It became increasingly obvious how none of them were actors, the crew finding it extremely difficult to act like they weren't missing a cook shaped hole in their day to day. 

They had adapted to a new “normal”, one where they were forced to eat breakfast that wasn't served, that wasn't cooked to everyone's likings, with no refills without asking or details added. There was no humming, nor gleeful smiles directed at their enjoyment as they took in nothing short but art in food form. There was no bickering, no smiles, no laughs lighting up the space with their warmth. 

Still, they ate everything on their plate, even if it left them feeling wrong. Even if it wasn't the first time that they've had to feed themselves, they had grown used to the love Sanji plated with each dish. Something they had taken for granted, especially when they had thought that they would never again go without it after getting back together at Sabaody. 

Where they could handle breakfast, for the rest of their meals, they went to different restaurants scattered around the island. It was a slight improvement, even if they started to miss details that they had barely batted an eye to before, such as curious eyes watching their reactions to the new tastes, seeing what to gather and use to improve his own cooking. All in all, it was getting harder to keep up this charade, to not tip any possible spies into figuring out that they knew more than they should. 

In one of these occasions, they had all formed a plan, a unanimous vote having been made between them. One related to finding the three specific men, or anyone else that read as suspicious. This meant they all continued their life on the island, shopping, sightseeing, conversing with people, eyes ever moving.

Having taken longer than they would've wished, they finally managed to track down the men, yet they didn't attack them, preferring to wait it out for a while. They spent whoever knows how long studying them, sensing their pattern of movement, of who they spoke with, who they visited or visited them. Their waiting bore no fruit, them all practically trained into minding their own business, only moving to the bar or for shopping needs, sensing how they would not offer more, they took action. 

With skills having been learnt in their time apart, Robin managed to capture the men promptly. The men fought tooth and nail, but they were nothing compared to her, their efforts being met by being knocked out. As discreetly as she could, she took them towards their ship, where ropes and handcuffs were awaiting him. 

They didn't bother with politeness, anger tainting their every move as they restrained their limbs properly. The crew could tell, behind the mask they seemed to be hiding behind, lay a strength that could only be described as trained. They couldn't be too careful, they wouldn't let them escape. 

As soon as they were secured, they patted them down, seeing what items they could confiscate off of them. Even if there wasn't much on their person, one of them did hold a portable den den mushi, one that both Franky and Usopp took gladly. Knowing that they could do something with it. 

Afterwards, most of them didn't stay behind to witness the scene, perfectly fine with letting the others take care of the interrogation, all they wanted to know was that they were captured and would be questioned thoroughly. 

This task was graciously taken by Robin and Zoro, both excelling in skillful intimidation and knowledge. As they took care of that matter, two other groups were formed, ones meant to keep up the image of oblivion. One continued enjoying the island, while the other focused on traveling near the shores, in case there was any movement between the vessels. 

The blue tones lighting up the aquarium left a pleasant feeling upon Robin and Zoro as they waited for their guests to wake up. Wishing to keep them indisposed for a while, Chopper had administered a sedative that would run its course in around an hour or so. It gave them plenty of time to relax on the couch, see each and every detail of the people in front of them, from their eye color to their freckles, nothing went unseen. 

It was thanks to this attention to detail that they noticed the first signs of them regaining consciousness, oddly enough, their movements reflected what could only be described as a machine powering up. The moment they took in their surroundings though, something flashed through their eyes, them becoming almost battle ready, before it had landed on them. A much more familiar and human mask fell upon their features at their sight, them not being able to disguise quickly enough their waking mistake. 

It was eerie, it spoke of things they couldn't understand, but one thing was clear, it was all put on. 

One by one, each of the men showed confusion, their dead eyes watering as fake fear spread through their face. Robin and Zoro wondered how they hadn't picked on such clues during their first meeting. The men questioned, begged, tried to make sense of why they had been captured and forced into such a position. 

According to them, they had made a deal, they were friends, all those words fell on deaf ears, not giving them the time of day. 

As the men rambled, Zoro stayed back, arms crossed, knowing that this part wasn't his forte, the answering and questioning. For the sake of Curlybrows, he let Robin lead. She was a scary woman when needed. 

Robin only nodded once, agreeing to his silence, taking it as the honor it was of being given the chance to help their fellow nakama. And so, she began, she broke through their words with questions, questions hidden as remarks, as other pointers, yet the men remained as if clueless. They kept pushing the narrative of being innocent, of having no clue of the whereabouts of their cook nor his connection to the Germa Kingdom. 

The more they dodged, the more Zoro's hand tightened over the handle of his katanas, they were making it seem like they needed an incentive to talk, but Robin only shook her head.

Even the greatest of men could break, one just needed to find the weak link, a thought they could not avoid but to fight back for. Having had enough time to venture into her own mind, Robin had done little but review what had happened in the galley that day. There was much to process, but some things had jumped out at her, ones that she knew now what to do with. 

A country born of war, flourishing with scientific breakthroughs, an example being weapons fabricated in the form of humans. They were indeed words that could be taken as precautions, but there was an under layer of pride to them, as if listing its dear achievements. For ones meant to be cursing it out, it was as if they were speaking of it rather highly, if they couldn't do even that, then they knew where to strike. 

With a flourish, Robin let her arms sprout near the men, holding each of their chins up to face her. 

With a commanding voice, she asked about their plans concerning Germa, retreating to their past deal. Robin lulled them into a false sense of security, that perhaps there had been a misunderstanding, but since they were here, why not proceed further with the plans? The more detail they went into, the less they noticed the orchestrated tramp they set out for them. 

Seeing the chance to be set free, the men easily complied, repeating back things they had already shared, though Robin began to give her own input, making sure to slowly put down many aspects related to the mysterious Germa 66. They began as small scoffs, disinterested comments, almost mocking the idea of them being a proper threat, this caused an eyebrow to twitch here and there. But it wasn't until she brought up the king that the men's masks finally fell apart.

All it had taken was an insinuation that was nothing short of true, that of a cowardly king, a rejected scientist, a father that was not strong enough to save his own son, one blinded by his ego, which made him place the blame on others. Not bearing the slander of their king, the men finally spoke their truth, in a way that they could not take back, exactly what she wanted. Who knew how well soldiers could be trained, how loyal they could turn out to be. 

Admitting defeat, they had all accepted who they were, yet it did them little good, for they spoke not a single word related to Sanji. Other than speaking up for their country, nothing else left their mouths, nothing related to their mission, to the men they had come into contact with, nothing. And so, they were forced to use the swordsman.

Zoro's eye pierced through them, a darkness taking over as he was finally allowed to act, but it did nothing but infuriate him more. It was as if they were toying with him, no matter the blade, the threat, the broken bone delivered by both of them, nothing made them flinch. No part of them held an ounce of fear, it was as if they lacked a soul. 

Not even being faced with death could force them to talk. It was a loyalty so profound that it seemed inhuman, fabricated if anything. It left a sour taste in their mouths, not daring to even think what had led them to become as such. 

Since the moment their mask broke, they became even less talkative, no longer putting on a show, all they did was taunt them with a single line as soon as they asked for the location of their nakama one last time, “That is not our concern, as we have said before, we have no business with him. If you have fallen so low as to repeatedly ask us about it, what makes you so sure that he hasn't already left the island on a ship on his own accord?”

Not their concern, not their business? Here they were, acting as if they hadn't been the ones begging them to destroy the very same kingdom they had spoken so proudly of just an instant ago. As if they didn't have a prior motive to bringing it up in the first place. 

Ignoring that, how dare they imply the possibility that they would be left behind by him, specifically by ship? Why even bring it up in the first place as a possibility? What were they hiding? 

Had Sanji been captured by a ship, either by their hands or others? Had their cook boarded one with the desire to help, only to be forced to stay? Was it just a method to distract them from actual leads? 

All they could do was ponder the possibilities, hoping for them to let out any fragment of information possible from their sealed mouths. 

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Clones, those assholes had turned out to be fucking clones. Unfeeling, fearless bastards created to only die serving. At least they had learned about their existence through them, another matter to take into account, to be cautious of.

Coming out of the room somewhat defeated, they were met by some members of the crew, who had arrived with their own findings. Most couldn't hide their disappointment, hearing how fruitless their actions turned out to be, yet Brook and Luffy brought a sliver of hope to them. Both of them had been the ones in charge of scouting the seas, and they witnessed a singular ship leaving port, their destination unknown. 

The ship that the men had mentioned came to mind, but it was most likely circumstantial. 

Still, they were not about to let it slip from their hands, not when something could come of it. They would just forgive themselves if it turned out to be a trick at their expense. This time though, Zoro went himself, accompanied by half of the crew, not willing to have them face possible danger alone. 

Planning for it to be a short visit, they took the Mini Merry with them, leaving the Sunny behind. 

As for the rest, specifically Franky and Usopp, they locked themselves in their workshop, tinkering away at the den den mushis. They were certain that they could find a way to rework them, to have them play back past calls, or even use them to track down a location. All they needed to do was figure out how, but there was little else they could focus on other than that, they would see it through, be it if they stayed all night for it. 

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Sanji felt a presence near him, kneeling, studying him, he paid him no mind, offering no reaction. 

Undeterred, the scientist continued looking him over, smiling, with something in his eyes, “It is my pleasure to announce, Your Highness, that your past crewmates have followed in their expected steps, they have gone after the other ship. They shall not bother us any further.”

At this, Sanji did sit up, moving to face him properly, eyes searching for any minimal lie in his speech. He found nothing. Even if misguided, the man had never lied to him, no need for him to start now. 

Nodding once, Sanji laid back down, stare returning to a ceiling he had already memorized. Was it weird to find some sort of reassurance from said action? That they cared enough to track a ship with the possibilities of holding him?

The only thing he lamented was the waste of time it would all be, what this whole thing had been, they were meant to already be sailing, accompanying Luffy on their next part of the adventure. A sudden tinkling made his eyes zero in on a specific spot, one that he wished he could stop paying attention to. By now, he was fairly sure that the soldiers knew what they were doing, considering how often the keys were knocked. 

It was a taunt, like a part of them knew he didn't want to be there, even if they had first acted like he did. Where it was meant to be an honor, they had seen first hand how he had already grown roots with his new family. But that may very well be giving them too much credit, it was much more likely that it was serving as a reminder that any reckless action would cause his wrists to explode. 

He had already gone through multiple calculations of it, concerning the specific area where it laid, of how easy it was to access it. The distance between him and it, if he were to cross it in heed. If there would be any close bodies wary of him, ready to rip it away as soon as he made a move. 

From time to time, he stayed looking at it, checking to see if it had any further uses other than keeping his wrists under control. Well, luckily for him, most likely it was all designed for his usage only, nothing more. Sanji could go as far as to call it an advantage, a variable that didn't change despite the circumstances. 

With that in mind, was there a world where he could cross the room fast enough to grab them and set himself free?

Shit, he should've asked about it before, at least then it wouldn't have caused so much suspicion compared to now, he needed to find an indirect way to go about it. Turning to the side, he let his arm get close to the edge of the cage, fingers caressing the cold bars. He played with the handcuffs, listening to the beeping change the closer he got to the gap, how the frequency increased as he let his hand out of the cage for small periods of time. 

For anyone else, this was nothing more than an action to pass time, to avoid boredom, but it was slowly getting on the scientist's nerves. The sounds reverberated on the man's mind, making it harder to concentrate on the papers and computers in front of him. It triggered a fear, making him feel on edge at the idea of having to deliver an incomplete prince, an inconvenience that could be paid for with their own life. 

“I applaud your prowess of testing the limits of your bracelets, at the need to be curious and catalogue information.” There was a but to the tone. “Perhaps it would be best to test it with items not on your person, not when they are set to go off a minute after they have been activated.”

Sanji barely acknowledged the man, but he did as told, the pesky noise having served its purpose. 

“Thank you, Your Highness. We do believe you are wanted as complete as possible, no need to waste resources on replacements, not unless further studies deem it fit once under the eye of Germa.” 

So much care now, even if they had been the ones to place the liabilities on his flesh to begin with. He couldn't help but wonder if perhaps they were fake, an invention meant to just beep and scare him into submission. All bark, no bite. 

He was desired complete, yet they chose to bluff about handicapping him, while putting an actual threat on his wrists. For geniuses, they were so fucking stupid, or he hoped they were. Would be easier. 

At least it was an improvement to the past Judge he remembered, one that had never cared about the state he was left in, especially after spending time in the labs. Even less at the mockery his siblings made of him as they fought and beat him up, leaving him bruised and with broken bones to match it. This sudden change made him think that he wouldn't like the reasoning behind it. 

For owners held their property value high if complete, without missing a single detail.