Destined to be Free

Intro

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When Sanji was first imprisoned he believed his 'Dad' would save him. He foolishly still believed in him even after everything that man did.

After two years, Sanji thought that he'd be better off dead.

To deprive a child of any sort of affection, touch or love was cruel. Little Sanji never understood why the world hated him.

After three years, Sanji was finally allowed to go out. But not to the outside with the green grass and the wind blowing on his face. Instead, he was taken to train; they injected weird things in him for him to be 'fixed.' All it did was hurt.

Sanji was trained like a dog. Sure, he improved, but for a 12-year-old Vinsmoke? It was nothing.

One day, Sanji was allowed a gift. It could be anything he wanted as long as he stayed quiet. Sanji wished to cook. Judge, although disgusted, agreed.

So came the only happiness Sanji had. He got books and learned to cook and was able to feed his little mouse sometimes. He made things he thought his mom would've liked.

Eventually, Sanji turned 15, and he was allowed to go outside in the grass. For the first time in six years, he could go outside. Sanji could have simply gone and felt the air and seen the ocean. But instead, Sanji went to visit his mom. He placed pretty flowers and talked to his mom until the guards came to escort him back to his cell.

When Sanji turned 18, he decided to make a birthday cake. Baking was new but it'd be fun. So he did. It looked good, he was messy with the icing but he tried his best. But, before he could take a bite, his brother, Ichiji, burst in and smashed the cake. Ichiji did this occasionally; he came in, beat Sanji up, and, worst of all, destroyed good food.

"Hey, failure."

Sanji looked down at the cake, he knew he'd have to clean it up later.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, idiot!" Ichiji laughed and pushed Sanji to a wall. "What you can't hear now? First your voice now this? Jeez you really can't do anything right"

After Sanji's 15th birthday, he found that even if he did speak he wouldn't be heard. So why bother? It's a waste of his words. So he stopped speaking entirely. He only speaks occasionally to his mouse friend.

Sanji wasn't scared; he had become numb to these actions a long time ago. He knew Ichiji wouldn't hit him since Sanji never reacted. Ichiji would get bored eventually and leave.

So he did. The cell door slammed shut and Sanji sighed.

His poor cake.

Sanji eventually learned to attack decently. The training was paying off, Sanji trained in secret and was able to come up with a new move.

He was able to set his leg on fire.

At first, Sanji saw it in a comic book. But then he tried it, and it worked. Sanji was happy to have something that he was able to accomplish. But he decided not to tell anyone. If he was able to escape one day then he could be able to use it.

Not that it would be possible. But he liked to hope.

Who knew that it would come in handy?

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Hi! Thank you for reading; this is not chapter one. This is just a sort of intro and information on what Sanji's past is like in this AU.

Anyway, let me know in the comments if you like it so far! I have plenty of other fics I'm planning for Sanji and different fandoms.

Thank you,
MoonMothy