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One Piece | Vinsmoke Sanji

Imagine being attacked and asking a stranger for help.
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Another kick was aimed at your stomach, stars splattering across your vision as you wheeze with pain.

"Learned your lesson yet, bitch?!" The bandit screams as he levels another kick, this time aimed at your back. "This'll teach ya to talk back!"

You try to fight back tears at the onslaught of kicks but the pain is unlike any you've felt before.

All you had done was tell the man to stop harassing some kids who were playing in the street. They weren't hurting anyone by playing outside, but this ruffian had taken offence when their ball rolled too close to him.

Instinct had taken over before you could think rationally, and you leapt out in front of the children. Hands splayed wide, you demanded that he leave the kids alone.

He obviously didn't care for that.

And now here you are, splayed on the dirt, crying hot tears as waves of pain wrack your body.

Some of the townsfolk are watching on the sidelines, too afraid to move.

You meet their eyes, silently begging for help. They glance away. The people you've known for years and years, who you've helped countless times, they look away from your suffering.

That is enough to break your heart as the bandit breaks your body with another swift kick.

Struggling, you slowly start to crawl away. You're determined to at least try and escape. The odds may be against you but that doesn't mean you can give up.

Dirt scrapes your chin as you use your sore arms to drag yourself away from your attacker. He laughs at you pathetic attempt, launching into more verbal assaults. His words fall on deaf ears, your only focus on crawling away.

Your ribs sting sharply with every breath you take, your head pounding in time with your erratic heartbeat. Your hot breath blows clouds of dust with each inch you gain, and you can feel bruises forming where he kicked you so brutally.

Before you can struggle further away, a pair of black shoes comes to rest in front of you. You follow the shoes upwards to see legs and then a blond man in a black suit.

He has a cigarette perched between his lips, his expression displaying a disturbing lack of emotion.

You reach out, taking his boot in your hands and dragging yourself closer to the stranger.

You ignore the taunts of the bandit behind you, focusing on the man before you. His deep eyes meet your gaze.

"Please.. help me," you beg.

Unable to lift your head anymore, you place your cheek atop his boot.

You hear him inhale deeply, followed by the soft thud of a cigarette falling to the dirt, then a rustle of fabric.

He crouches down and gently lifts your head. You're shocked when he slides his suit coat under your head as a makeshift pillow.

"Of course I'll help you, darling," he says, his voice filled with an intense kindness that has you tearing up again.

You watch as he turns from you, his kindness disappearing in an instant as he faces your attacker.

You shiver at the intensity of his anger as he glares at the bandit.

"How dare you hurt her," he says stepping forwards. "Swine like you shouldn't even gaze upon such beauty."

Pain momentarily forgotten, you watch as he tucks his hands in his pockets before raising his right leg.