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The din of battle echoed through the broken halls of Onigashima, lit by flames and strewn with debris. Queen roared with laughter, his massive cybernetic frame clicking and whirring with every step. Sparks danced off metal as he brought another brutal blow down onto Sanji—only for it to land with a dull, metallic clang.
Sanji staggered back, boots skidding across the floor.
He should've felt it.
That strike should've shattered bone, crushed muscle—but instead, all he felt was pressure. A jarring impact, sure, but no pain. No broken ribs. No blood. He touched his chest, blinking. Then he looked down.
His shirt had torn in places, exposing skin... no, not skin.
Armor.
Faintly metallic, laced through the muscle like it didn't belong there. Like it had been built.
"What... the hell..." he whispered, breath catching in his throat.
Queen noticed. His grin widened.
"Oh? What's this?" he jeered, raising a mechanical brow. "Starting to see it, huh, Judge's son?"
Sanji's eyes narrowed. "Shut up."
But his heart was hammering. Not from fear—but from something else. Confusion. Dread. Disgust.
Another barrage came—Queen's cybernetic tail snapping like a whip—but this time, Sanji didn't dodge. He let it strike.
It coiled around him, hissed with heat—and then bent against his side like a toy against a steel post.
Sanji's expression was unreadable.
He didn't scream. Didn't flinch. Just stared down at his body like it had betrayed him.
"I felt it before," he muttered, mostly to himself. "During the raid... my leg... my bones didn't break when they should've..."
He remembered the cracking sound when he twisted it, the moment of impact that should have taken him out of the fight. And yet he'd kept going. And now, this.
Queen laughed again. "Looks like the modifications finally kicked in! Guess you ain't so different from your little robot brothers after all, huh?"
Sanji's fists clenched.
He hated that name.
He hated the thought of being anything like them—cold, cruel, soulless monsters in human skin.
"No," he growled, his voice trembling not from weakness—but from rage. "I'm not like them."
But even as he said it, he could feel it. The power in his limbs. The unnatural resilience. The quiet, creeping sense of being something more than human—something that had been buried in his blood since birth, now awakened without his consent.
His whole life, he'd rejected it. Burned the suit. Turned his back on Germa. Chose the path of compassion over cruelty. But now?
Now the thing he loathed was inside him.
Queen was still laughing, somewhere in the smoke, but Sanji wasn't listening anymore. His gaze had wandered, scanning the ruins—until he saw you.
You stood in the shadow of a broken column, half-hidden by the haze. Watching. Silent.
YOU ARE READING
One Piece x Reader - Book I
Fanfiction➯ The art used in the edit is made by Grimhel on DeviantArt One piece belongs to Eiichirō Oda as well as the canon characters of the series √
