AN~ mild themes. Please give my book a chance but don't read if your extremely sensitive to trigger. PS comments are like 100 votes to me :)
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The meeeting drowned on and on as Sanji nervously bounced a pencil on his knee. It was already 9, the meeting was about to come to a close. The blonde couldn't decide what was more unbelievable, that he thought this could help him or that he was getting out of there scot free. However, he had spoken to soon.
"Since we started a little late today, I forgot to welcome our newcomer to the group." said a stoic, green-haired man as the small circle erupted with the thunder of hands. This only caused the self conscience blonde to lower his head, slowing his overgrown bangs to sheiks his face even more, and curse the gods of luck under his breathe. He just had to jinx himself. Despite Sanji's obvious discomfort, the leader continued on, "Would you mind telling the group what caused you post tramatic stress disorder?"
Sanji toke a deep breathe in preparation of the words to come so that his voice would have its natural silvery tone, "If you dint mind, would just like to observe for tonight. Maybe next time."
"Ok. Next time." the tanned man gave a thin lipped smile that made Sanji relax instantly as the whispers and mumbles around him went in one ear and out the other. Little did he know there wouldn't be a next time for Sanji in this place. "You all are free to go."
With that the pale man quietly rushed through the door. Although, from a onlooker, it looked as if nothing more was happening inside Sanj's mind then clear thoughts about what to do with the rest of his day when, truly, his thoughts were anything but clear. But, being from the family he was, no other way of carrying oneself was accepted, under any circumstances. It was almost laughable how you can expect someone to hold their head up high when they are neck deep in their own fears.
The worst part was they wouldn't be drowning if they would just stand in their own two feet.
Shaking those images from his mind, Sanji quickly made it to the far off elevator in order to be alone with his thoughts and pills. In force of habit Sanji stuck his hand in his pocket to fiddle with the bottle.
"Oh no" He gasped tightly as he rummaged through his other pockets and patted himself down. He threw his head back onto the steel wall as he replayed the previous hours in his head. He knew he left home with them, and their was no way they fell somewhere in his car. Fuck. They had to have fallen out of his pocket in his rabbit race to the elevator. Just my luck.
Reluctantly, he pushed for the floor level 13. What do you know, and it's Friday too. Sanji chuckled dryly to himself as he pulled out his phone to speed dial his best friend. "Hello Mademoiselle!"
"Hello Sanji." He could hear the smile in the far away voice as he continued on with their small talk until the analytical yet feminine voice broke the silence. "Is there something you want to inform me on?"
"Yeah well."
"You could have texted me."
"Well, I'm going to be late for work." breathed Sanji hoping the woman on the other line wouldn't mind his absence or taking his work load for a little while longer.
"No problem" The line when dead.
It seemed like eternity before the iron cage that enveloped him opened. He made his way back into the large office in which the session toke place. After countless minutes searching for his pills Sanji felt a light tap on his shoulder. "Looking for these?" whispered a throaty yet flat voice.
Sanji turned around like a deer in headlights. However, he quickly regained his composure. "Yes. Do you mind giving me what's mine."
"Full name: Sanji M. Vinesmoke, what does the M stand for?"
"It stands mind you own damn business." Sanji hissed thought clenched teeth.
"It says here that these were issued 10/6/16. Why is it already half empty?"
"That's none of your business."
The stranger continued reading as if Sanji never interrupted him, "...to be paired once daily with Zoloft." In the blink of an eye Sanji smashed his foot on top of the one belonging to his accuser. By instinct the man latch into the smaller blonde's arm as if to fill his own pain.
"Take me on a date first." smirked Sanji as he twisted out of the green haired a man's grasp, and toke back what was his.
"Wait" This response only cause Sanji to walk faster toward the elevator. He began to jabbed the close door button frantically, but the muscular man was faster then he appeared as he sprinted after the long legged man. Unfortunately or fortunately, the tanned man was able to slid in by the hair on his neck as he positioned himself next to Sanji. "Zoro." Breathed the man as a large tanned hand was stuck out to greet him.
Reluctantly, a pale hand slid into the tanned one. It felt like a residency both could get used to. "Um S-sanji. Sanji Vinesmoke." He couldn't believe his ears. There was no way he stuttered he never stuttered. Not anymore. It must have been just his imagination or adrenaline or both.
The green hairs man, Zoro, seemed unaware of Sanji's slip up as he continued on, "Roronoa." The men kept their hands together for a heart beat to long before the warm hand left the colder one to be a empty shell once again. This didn't stop Sanji from replaying it over in his head. "About being nosey earlier~"
"You want to know what causes my PTSD, right?" breathed Sanji as he rubbed his moist palms on his pants leg. He ignored the now named stranger's cocked eyebrow.
"Well yeah."
"I~"
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AN~ sorry guys this chapter was so hard to write from 3rd person pov but I was trying something new. Please comment!!
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