Roommates

Sanji

Sanji groaned sitting up, he shuttered pulling the blanket around him. He looked around to find him, in his room. Not the one he and Zoro shared. But the one he used to live in way before he met Zoro.

"Okay this is creepy." Sanji muttered.

He got up to find himself naked he yelped pulling the blanket tighter around him. Something wasn't right. He went to the window pulling open the curtains only to find it bricked up. He backed up before going to the other window pulling open those curtains. More brick. He went to the door to find it locked, he growled backing up. There was a soft humming, and then a soft buzzing noise. He looked up to find a camera sitting in the corner of his room.

"Hey! Whoever you are! Where am I? Where's Zoro!?"

There was a loud ear splitting scream as Sanji covered his ears and fell to his knees. It stopped as Sanji looked back up at the camera.

"At least give me some clothes!" Sanji spat.

There was a soft creaking as he turned to the closet. He walked over to the closet and opened it. Inside. Was all of Sanji's clothes. His eyes widened clutching close to the blanket.

"How long, have you been watching me?" Sanji muttered looking at the camera.

A red light blinked before Sanji went inside the closet. He picked out something to wear and stepped out. Under the door was a sheet of paper. Sanji knelt down picking it up.

"Join me for breakfast, love."

Sanji tossed the paper away before he opened the door. It turned under his hand as he stepped out into the living room. His eyes widened to the place that looked identical to his house. He walked to Zoro's room and tired to open it. But it was locked. He growled stepping back and was about to kick it in.

"Sanji..." A deep voice spoke.

He turned to a man sitting on the couch.

"What do you want with me?" Sanji growled, "I've done nothing wrong."

"No, you haven't. But you've stolen something from me. I cannot get back."

"How could I have stolen something from you if I don't even know who you are?"

The man chuckled, "Sanji, why don't you sit down. I have something to discuss with you. It's about your husband. Er, I mean. Ex-husband."

Sanji looked to his hands, his rings were missing.

"Hey! Where's my wedding ring! And my engagement ring!"

"You won't be needing it anymore. Please sit, I don't want you to starve like you did when you were younger."

Sanji stepped back, "Stay away from me! How do you know so much about me!"

"It's not hard to get information. With the right face, you can get any story from anyone."

Sanji went back to Zoro's door.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you."

"And why not?" Sanji snapped.

Sanji kicked down the door, the room was dark, a few candles were dimly lit. His eyes widened to the many scattered picture of himself in the room. Sanji fell to his knees looking at all of the pictures of himself. He fell to his hands and clutched the carpet.

"I want my husband! I want to go home! I hate it here!" Sanji cried.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he whimpered onto the carpet.

"Sanji, this is your home. It looks just like your home. I got everything in place like you have at home."

"This isn't my home!" Sanji cried getting up, "My home is wherever Zoro is. He's not here, this is not my home!"

The man stood up, "Zoro wants a divorce."

"Bullshit!"

He tossed a stack of papers on the table. Sanji approached the papers to find Zoro's signature on the papers.

"This is bullshit, Zoro wouldn't do this." Sanji snapped tossing the papers at him.

"If he wanted you to live he would."

"I"m not signing that shitty papers. I love him!"

"Suit yourself, the sooner you sign the papers, the sooner you can leave."

Sanji growled, "I'm not doing it!"

He swung and kicked the man into the kitchen, he slumped against the fridge as Sanji jumped over the bar. He stepped up to him and pulled him up by his collar.

"Where is my wedding ring and engagement ring?" Sanji spoke low, dripping with anger.

He pointed to one of the drawers in the kitchen. Sanji tossed him into the living room breaking the coffee table. He opened the drawer to find his rings. He slipped them on his ring fingers. He got up off the coffee table and groaned. Sanji glared at him.

"You've been a very bad boy, and bad boys need to be punished." He chuckled.

He pulled out a small remote, pressing the button and Sanji was shocked. He pulled at the thin band, he fell to his knees crying out in pain. It stopped as Sanji looked up at him.

"You going to behave now?"

Sanji whimpered and nodded.

"Good boy, now come and sit with me."

Sanji trembled getting up with weak legs and sat on the couch. He sat next to Sanji.

"I didn't mean to hurt you my pet, honest. I just wanted you to behave."

Sanji chewed on the inside of his lip to stop himself from spitting at him.

"Do I get to know your name at least?" Sanji huffed.

He chuckled, "I go by many names, but you probably know me as, Reese Victor isn't that right?"

He cocked a curled brow, "That's right, I want your real name. And why am I here?"

"One question a day. Choose wisely."

Sanji sighed, "Why am I here?"

The man chuckled, "I like you Sanji, I want to make you happier then that low life for a husband you have."

He scooted closer to Sanji, who glared at him warning him to watch his distance. But the man brushed it off sitting hip and hip next to Sanji. He tilted Sanji's chin up to meet a dark glint under his hood.

"What do you say? Stick with me in our new house."

He leaned in as Sanji death glared at him. He snarled before he bit off the tip of his nose. The man pulled back holding his nose as Sanji ran to his room and slammed the door shut. He spit out the tip of his nose an wiped the blood off his face. He sighed and sat on his bed. He touched the collar around his throat. Feeling for a way to take it off. But. It seemed to go on forever. Sanji sighed resting back on the bed.

"What am I going to do."

There was a slip of paper tossed under the door. Sanji got up and picked it up.

'Maybe tomorrow you will behave better my pet.'

Sanji crumpled the paper and crawled back into bed.

"I miss you, Zoro. Please, find me soon." Sanji muttered into his pillow.

It's been two weeks, Sanji hasn't stepped out of that room since. He was thin from barely eating, greasy and gross. He tied his hair back showing odd both curled eyebrows. There was a soft creek making Sanji roll over on his side. The man crept in and stuck another needle in Sanji's neck. But. Sanji didn't move, he didn't care anymore. He was waiting. His dull blue eyes fell asleep once more as the man scooped him up.

"Let's get you cleaned up, your husband misses you." He chuckled, "It's been two weeks since he saw you last. Let's give him a nice. Show."