A bright moon glared down onto Tokyo. Sure, it was dark, but the crescent planet illuminated the shitty slum. Sanya was its name. A small, pathetic excuse for a city. Dealers, thugs, thieves, criminals and rapists all roamed the streets at this time, looking for any sort of prey they could pounce on or sell to. In a dark alleyway, a group of around five people sat together, one looking at a deck of cards, another sleeping lightly and two more chatting and what seemed to be snorting some sort of drug. There was one more, a man with dusty blonde hair.
His ocean blue eyes lit up when he clicked his lighter and held it to his cigarette, puffing out smoke and making the man below his wake up coughing.
"What's the deal Sanji? You know I have fucking asthma!" The guy shouted, ruffling his own messy hair.
"Pull up your pants you pussy, asthma isn't real, it's all in your head." The blonde man said, patting the guys shoulder.
"Give Ren a break Sanji, you know he's a massive wet pants." The man with the deck of cards said, leaning back and looking up to Sanji, who was sitting cross-legged on a wooden box.
"Dude! It's not my fault my lungs hurt when Sanji breathes a shit ton of smoke down my throat!" Ren said, kicking the black haired guys cards, sending them flying into different directions.
"Hey, at least I'm not the one who got caught stealing from that corner shop and got fucking tackled by the owner."
The two guys on the other side snickered.
"Shut up Taro! It's not like you didn't get caught.."
"Ladies, ladies, break it up." Sanji said, hopping off the box and taking a seat next to Taro. He leaned his head onto Taro's shoulder and started using his foot to collect the cars back up.
"You wanna play cards Sanji?"
"I wanna play something way better-,"
"GOD, will you guys ever STOP being horny?" Ren asked, rolling his eyes.
"Never," Sanji said, placing a kiss on Taro's lips.
"Oh my god- UEGH," Ren started to make vomit noises in an attempt to annoy the couple.
"Ren you're just mad that you're lonely." Taro said, pulling Sanji into his lap and gently stroking his hair.
"Whatever, I'll find a lucky woman eventually."
"Not with that asthma you won't." Sanji chuckled.
"You guys are so mean to me."
.
.
.
"Sober nights, ey Sanji?"
Ryu said as the five of them walked down an empty street.
"It's never been different." Momo said as he ruffled his own badly dyed red hair and kicked an old empty can down the street.
"We'll get out eventually, when I win enough money on a gamble, I'll fly us all to New York and buy a beautiful house for all of us to live." Taro said, smiling and throwing an arm around his lover.
"And then I'll cook lots of tasty meals every night, so we never have to go hungry." Sanji said, brushing his nose against Taro's.
"Shadup lovebirds!" Momo shouted turning to them and walking backwards.
"Says you! We all know you have a big fat crush on Ryu," Taro said, shoving him and laughing at his flushed face, matching his red hair.
"Oh shut up," he said, rolling his eyes.
"We going back to Serpents Den?" Ren asked, raising an eyebrow as they stopped at brightly lit up neon sign that read:
Lounge
"Yep, I mean we need food for the next week or so, don't we?" Taro said, pulling Sanji a tad closer before knocking on the door.
The door opened and a man with a tight suit stood in front of them.
"Names, sir?"
"Taro Endo, you should remember us by now Yamato." Taro said, grinning to the security guard.
"I forget, my apologies. Please, follow me." The man said, turning and walking inside the Lounge. The rest of the group followed, led by Taro.
The lights blinded Sanji as he walked inside. It was fancy, the fanciest place in all of Sanya in fact. People sat, drinking wine and chatting amongst themselves, but they weren't there for that. They were there for what was under the bar.
Serpents Den
"You may enter," said the man, opening the door down the staircase hidden beneath the lounge. The blaring music trickled outside of the entrance as it opened further.
"Thank you, Yamato." Taro said, holding Sanji's hand and walking inside.
There were people. Everywhere.
Tables were set up and people crowded over them, betting and drinking to their hearts desires.
The largest underground gambling house in Sanya, the place where you could live or die.
The lights were dim, but there were a few lights here and there lighting separate tables in an aggressive shade of red.
"Come on, let's get started." Taro said, making a pathway inside.
People's heads turned and they stepped out of the way for the tall black haired man, watching as he and his group walked to their table. Sanji took a seat next to it along with the others and lit another cigarette.
"Careful sweetheart, don't be smoking too many o' those," Taro said softly, walking past Sanji and patting his head.
"Good luck honey," Sanji said as Taro stood himself at the opposite end of the table, waiting for any competitor who wanted to take him on.
...
After a while, someone finally approached them.
Long black silky hair rested on her shoulders, contrasting the white fur coat that only reached her waist. A purple outfit, showing off her tanned skin and long heeled boots that made Sanji shudder with every step that she took. A hat was placed on her head, covering her eyes but not the wide grin she held.
She stopped at the end of the table, lifting her hat to reveal her bright blue eyes that pierced straight into Taro's soul.
Her voice made the group shiver.
"The name is Nico Robin, and I challenge you on the behalf of Mr. 1:
Crocodile,"
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| Hunting Grounds | Zosan Angst 🪓|
FanfictionThis story revolves around Sanji Vinsmoke, a 20 year old man who lives the life of a criminal. He works along side a group, also living in poverty. Eventually, he loses a gamble and goes to a hell he would never escape from. The Hunting Grounds.
