Sanji found himself facing a double threat: Mr. 2 and the unsettlingly confident blonde man they called Mr. Death Day. Two against one. Just his luck.
The long-haired bastard wasn't even engaging in the fight—just standing there, watching with an eerie grin on his face. Stronger than the flamboyant ballerina he was fighting? Absolutely. More annoying? A thousand times, yes.
Fucking creep.
"Damn it," Sanji growled through gritted teeth, waiting for the next attack. His frustration mounted as Mr. 2 continued to use Nami-san's beautiful face to throw him off. How the hell could he hit someone wearing her face?
Taking another hit, Sanji stumbled back, blood trickling from his mouth.
"Oi, Mr. Death Day! Why the hell are you just standing there watching?!" Mr. 2 snapped, glaring at the taller man.
Death Day smirked, his voice smooth and mocking. "I like this one. He's my type~."
Sanji's jaw dropped in disbelief, his face paling. "WHAT?!"
Mr. 2's expression twisted with irritation. "Get out of here, you fucking creep!" he snapped, spinning angrily in place.
Sanji, for once, wholeheartedly agreed. "Yeah! Listen to him! Get the hell away from me!"
For a brief, comical moment, the two enemies found themselves on the same side, standing shoulder-to-shoulder as they glared at the Niverian. It was a rare moment of unity fueled by mutual disgust.
Mr. 2 has no problem with this bitch liking the Mugi pirate. His problem is the fact he loves watching Mugi's friend get beaten. We're kink-shaming this asshole! Hell, that's not even a kink anymore. That's straight ass sadism.
Death Day only grinned wider, seemingly unfazed. Then, without warning, he vanished.
Sanji's eyes widened as the man reappeared behind him in the blink of an eye. Before he could react, he watched Mr. 2 get kicked across the battlefield, slamming into a wall with a pained grunt.
A gloved hand clamped around Sanji's neck, cutting off his breath and lifting him slightly off the ground. Panic surged through him as he felt the undeniable strength of the Niverian.
What the hell?! Aren't they supposed to be working together?! Sanji thought, struggling against the grip.
The blonde leaned in, his voice a sinister purr. "Then I'll just steal you away, darling~."
Sanji's face twisted in shock and horror. "*ELL NO! I'M INTO LADIES!" he shouted, his voice hoarse but defiant.
The smirk on Death Day's face only deepened, as if he found Sanji's protests entertaining. His grin tightening. "Oh, I love a challenge."
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The Last One (One Piece x Reader)
FanfictionNote: Rewritten Version of "She'll Become The Strongest" Exiomir D. (Y/N), once a respected Marine, now infamous as the mastermind behind the Judicial Massacre-a tragedy that shook the world and marked her terrifying debut as a pirate. Branded as a...
