The Copyist (One Piece & OC)

Chapter 88: Food Fight

***Amaya's POV***

A day passed in a blur. Sanji and I were stuck in the room, unable to leave. Our only reprieve was the balcony where we could watch the soldiers training, which got boring rather quickly.

There was still no sign of the other Vinsmokes arriving until there was a loud cheer from the soldiers down below.

Sanji was having his usual smoke while I chilled on top of the balcony ledge. As the cheers amplified, Sanji's shaking increased. Scooching over, I got close enough to rest my hand on his shoulder. This was going to be a long day for the blonde.

We were quickly summoned by Sanji's sister, whom I learned was named Reiju. Mentally though, she is already dubbed Pinky. She led us to an atrocious throne room, decked out in blacks and grays.

All the stone walls were covered in long, dark tapestries, plastered with Germa 66 logos and numbers.

"Hey dad, we're back." The red colored brother, Ichiji, announces at the bottom of the stairs. Yuiji was already there with the two arrivals at the bottom.

"Great work, Ichiji, Niji. Well done." Judge responds from atop his throne.

"So, where is he?" Niji asks.

"Right here." Reiju replies as the three of us walk into the room.

"Sanji! Wow! You really didn't die! Check you out." The blue one started to mock Sanji without a moment's hesitation. "Congrats on the big engagement. You excited?" He finished, having walked over to stand in front of Sanji.

The blonde was refusing to look at him, opting to keep his eyes off to the side.

"Hey, say something." Niji's voice deepened in irritation before his gaze locked on Sanji's wrists. The blue boy started to laugh. "Looks like you got yourself a gift." He pinched the bracelet in between his fingers to lift it up. "That's our dad for ya. Always two steps ahead."

I guess that makes me three steps ahead. I force the deadpan to stay on my face.

"Shackles always did suit you. Takes you back, doesn't it?" He didn't relent.

Having enough, Sanji slapped Niji's hand away, earning a hard frown in return.

They had an intense stare down at a close distance.

"Ichiji and Niji. You must be exhausted from your trip. Why not grab something to eat." Judge spoke down, irritating boy blue in the process as he and the rest complied.

Around the circular table in the throne room were plush chairs that each had a designated number etched on the back. I was happily surprised that there was a yellow seat with the number three on it. I'd assumed that this family wouldn't waste any opportunity to give Sanji a hard time.

Unfortunately, I was not as lucky. I didn't get a plate of food, much less a seat at the table, so I stood next to Sanji as I watched them all eat mouthwatering meat dishes, swimming in sauce.

Sanji gave me a quick look to which I slightly shook my head in response. It wasn't worth the fuss. Despite his clear disagreement, he started to eat his meal in silence.

Judge had his meal brought up to his throne to eat prosiding over us all. "You could say the war-torn Brock Collie is just another victim of the fall of the Doflamingo regime." The man started to speak. "Once their army could no longer source weapons from him, they sought our military strength for assistance. Suppressing the enemy only got them so far."

"Half-hearted sympathy simply leads to more bloodshed." Pinky adds on. "Such a pity." She said with a mocking tone.

"Who gives a crap about their reasons?" Ichiji scoffs before taking a large bite of the bread loaf in his hand.