A Pirate's Heart (One Piece fanfic) [EDITING]

19:: Escaping the Castle, Starting a Fire or Two

<Sanji>

This was just fan-tucking-tastic. In the dungeon, chained to a wall with Kairoseki (which I don’t get because I most certainly DO NOT have a Devil Fruit power) with Usopp and Chopper on my right and Luffy on my left. It was dark, humid, and depressing down here. The other cells were filled with men and children, babies’ dead and crying parents. Older woman, most of which were married, were all crammed into one cell, whimpering for their family and dead infants. This was cruel. No, not even that. The dancers were pulled from their families and taken to satisfy these bastards cruel entertainment, while the rest of the citizens could only stay down here and cry.

The door opened; a loud scrapping sound that shattered the silence.

“Oi, shut up!” a haughty voice echoed from the front of the dungeon.

I looked up. A man holding a blue-lit torch stood at the doorway, a twisted smile upon his lips, revealing pointy teeth.

“Ooh! The pirates! Everyone’s been talking about you,” he sang sarcastically. His blank, narrow eyes were wide with insanity, staring at the spot above my head.

This mother fucker was blind.

But he had a claymore at his hips, one with a hilt carved into a dragon, twisting around it with glittering onyx eyes. Those eyes were like Zoro’s cursed sword, raving for blood.

His face was pale and pointy, framed by shaggy deep, blood red hair that covered his eyes most of the time. Tall and skinny, most would think he posed no threat, but just one look at this man’s face would send even the bravest of souls into the corners, tail between their legs.  He wore nothing but dark blue skinny jeans, leather strapped sandals, an open white vest with a Jolly Roger sewed into its back, and a red and white striped scarf around his hips. He had a hard stomach, with a thick scar than ran down his collarbone, to the waist –line of his pants, and back up around his torso. It looked more like something had tried to take a chunk out of him. He held a single red star lily in his hands, brushing the soft petals as though it was his lover’s cheeks.

He stopped in front of my cell. Usopp cringed, Chopper shook, and Luffy just looked blankly at the man.

“Let me introduce myself, I am Sterling the Rose, I spill blood like a rose spills its petals once its time is up.” He bowed.

“Shut up, you shitty bastard. You better not lay a finger on any of those young ladies, especially Nami-san and Robin-chan,” I spat.

“Oh don’t worry; I won’t lay a finger on them. I prefer a man’s screams, if you catch my drift,” he licked his unnaturally pointy teeth.

I shuttered.

“Oi, tomato head!” Luffy yelled.

“I hope you’re not referring to me~,” Sterling sang.

“Yeah you, get us out of here so I can kick stupid Dreadlock’s ass.” Luffy said.

“No can do, Rubber-chan.” His eyes flashed, “Who would’ve thought Rubber-chan would look so cute in chains? I can’t help myself . . .” he pulled out a set of skeletal keys from his back pocket and unlocked the cell. Instantly, he went for Luffy.

“Hey, stay away-“ I yelled.

“Ru~bber-chaa~n! You look so scrumptious!”  Sterling caught Luffy’s chin in his grip.

“I’m a man, not food,” Luffy stated.

“Oh I know you’re a man!” he sang, tilting his head to the side. His blank eyes seemed to stare at nothing yet everything. It was just to creepy.