??: Now it's between you and me curly brow.
Sanji's pov
I can't see a shit. I can't move either. All I understand is that I've been tricked by the contract killer and a man who probably is a sniper. Now, I'm in an unknown place with an unknown person who wants to make me talk.
I think about the voices I heard before, I guess with it that the human in front of me is a man who have authority on the others. Probably a high-ranking of Palle. Did they mention « Mister Rononoa ? ». Holy shit I think it's one of the sub-boss..
My position is very uncomfortable and I want to scream and yell at myself. I fucked up so much ! Now I'm the hostage of Palle !
While I insult my own person, I feel a gaze on me.
??: So your name is Vinsmoke Sanji huh ?
What the heck ? How did they know that ?!
Sanji: Take that name out of your mouth.
??: Or what ?
I grid my teeth
Tch. I just don't want people to associate me with the Vinsmoke family.
??: It's kinda curious for a son of a prestigious family as the Vinsmoke family to be a sub-boss of a little mafia..
S: Shut up ! I am not one of them !
I don't see who is talking to me but he already gets me on my nerves.
My wrists start to hurt because of the rope around them and the mention of my « family » made me feel annoyed and a bit agressive
S: What do you want ?! And who are you ?!
??: First, I ask the questions. Next I accept to respond to your second question.
Huh?
??: But it will be better if you see me.
What ?
I feel two hands approaching on my face, the warm of them are confusing me a little. The guy remove the thing that kept me from seeing.
The light dazzles me and I slowly discover my environment.
It's a small and simple room, with grey walls and no windows. Only one way to leave: the big iron door behind the man.
Talking about the devil, I can now see the man who was talking to me earlier.
He is tall and have a well designed frame. On his face, I notice a huge scar on his left eye and guess another on his chest because of the shirt which was half-open. He wear a very simple suit with a belt which could hold three swords.
A swordsman...
The thing who get my attention is his hair: bro it's look like a green alga.. The nickname « Mosshead » would be appropriate lmao..
But nevermind. I have to make a plan for escaping or the old man will get crazy.
The question is how the fuck can I get out of here ?
The man stares at me
??: For answering to your question, my name's Zoro, Rononoa Zoro.
What a weird name.. But shit I was right.. This man is one of the sub-boss of Palle...
S: You weren't forced to answer..
Zoro: But I did, you asked once and now you have your answer so you won't ask questions again.
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Cursed Hearts
FanfictionAt Roger, the town where many mafia organizations are vying for the throne, one of them dominates: The mafia of Palle. One day, a man from a rival mafia is trapped by the organisation while trying to kill one of the members and the chief decides to...