Inheritance (One Piece Fanfic)

Possession

Not a sane thought crossed Sanji's mind as he dashed towards the enemy and perhaps even to his own death. He hadn't considered anything he did as selfless; it was just something he needed to do. He couldn't sit by while this guy slowly killed off his friends. Doing nothing is just as bad as aiding the enemy. He gritted his teeth. He was sick of this constant repeat. Everyone's taken such bad beatings, especially him. He referred to his crewmate under the other's mercy.

The adrenaline kicked in the moment his foot leapt away from the dry dirt and met with the back of the poor fool's unsuspecting cranium. Idiot never saw it coming to Sanji's surprise, a blessing none the less. Still he couldn't afford to waste time in a sensitive situation like this.

He quickly took advantage of Damien's confusion and managed to knock him back with little strength he had left. If only enough to reach Zoro as he slipped from the other's grip. He winced as he was met with the ground with a clad thud. It was impossible to roll over, stopped by the blade from sticking awkwardly from his back.

Zoro's heart skipped a beat, there was no doubt he was cursed. All of this, it was his fault. He'd barley enough energy to withdraw his arms settling for a light rustle of sand as he shifted his main focus on staying awake, at least until he could think of something. He could feel himself slipping further. It wouldn't be long, feeling himself quiver under the strain of it all. Whether it'd been from anger or trauma there'd be no telling.

There wasn't much he could make out at the moment. His mind battled against his body, desperate trying to overpower his broken physic. He couldn't let it end like this. He would kill him in an instant. Even after everything he'd put himself through he still remained coherent, but not for long. The reality that he'd lost most control of his motor functions terrorized him even more than anything else. That was until he noticed just who'd come to save him. He could tell that blond hair from anywhere. 'Why was the cook here..?'

Sanji knelt down and slid a careful arm beneath his injured companion, shocked to still see he was still awake. Although the way his eyes seemed to wonder it was obvious his mind was elsewhere. His body felt numb he couldn't tell he was being thrown over the others shoulder. Sanji grunted shifting Zoro's weight onto his back hoping it'd be less awkward. It hadn't. To tell the truth Sanji felt like he was about to buckle beneath. He was dreading that first step.

Sanji grunted, forcing himself to move. He could feel the warm slick liquid soaking into his jacket. He could feel himself start to panic as his brows narrowed, realizing just how bad a situation this was. He forced his legs to go faster. The fatigue was starting to catch up to him

He could only get a few feet away before his leg buckled and he about came tumbling down with the other on top of him. He needed to retain his composer, forcing himself onto his feet only thought in mind to move fast. That was when Zoro shifted slightly from his place on his back; it seems he wasn't as out of it as Sanji thought. Although the only reassurance he gained was a light pained grunt as he struggled to lift his head. Sanji slowed, figuring his pace was too hazardous for him.

"Whoa hold up, don't move, idiot." He should have known the thickheaded man wouldn't listen to him as he thoughtlessly pushed the blond away from him. He was in no condition but Zoro wouldn't let that stop him from finishing this fight. Desperately Sanji tried to hold him down as an odd voice rang off in Zoro's head making him stop.

'Alright you've had your fun. It's time for me take control.'

"Wha..." Zoro huffed, unsure who was speaking to him. It came from deep down within him. Sanji was too occupied to even realize he was making a fuss behind him. Thus the voice continued to speak.