Unique

Donuts

*Rosaline*

I knock on the door to a certain lady's room that I had a bone to pick with.

"Come in Rose." Sora calls sweetly like she was hiding nothing.

"No, no, no." I tut as I pull up a chair and sit down. "Don't act so cute and innocent I know what you did."

"Oh?" The blonde asks, her hand moving to her lips trying to cover up a growing smile.

I fold my arms across the chest of my grey boho dress, "How long did you think it was going to take me to figure out that Sanji was your son?"

I won't lie. I was a bit irked that she hadn't told me Sanji was her son. Especially because I bluntly told her that her son was very attractive.

She props herself up further in her inclined bed no longer hiding her mischievous smile, "Not too long. I was hoping that you would feel comfortable building a friendship without any bias."

I run a hand down my face, "Sora he is YOUR son. With how highly you talk about him, it probably would have been easier for us to become friends."

There was a palpable silence as she glances to the window her smile fading, "Him being my son also makes him a Vinsmoke."

My attitude derails and my mouth forms a small 'o'.

Sanji hated his biological family.

"Sanji wasn't raised here after the age of eight." Sora states suddenly her sapphire eyes lost somewhere outside this plain, "A dear friend of mine from East City took him in and that's who Sanji considers his real father."

My fingers knot into the long skirt of my dress, "Sanji left you."

The amount of betrayal in my voice caught me off guard. I could never have left this woman behind but maybe that was because I knew what it is like to lose my own mother. I knew how important it was to appreciate someone so kind and selfless.

Sora turns to me with a gentle and wise expression, "He didn't leave me Rose dear. I helped him escape, something I was never able to do."

There was this rush of an eerie familiarity in how she spoke. It caused my stomach to fall fast enough to make me nauseated.

"Why did you want to get him away from Judge and his brothers?" My voice was barely above a whisper but deep down I knew.

With the bruise hidden on Sanji's face. How apprehensive he and Sora were to talk about their family.

I knew.

I just didn't want it to be true.

Sora's cold hand grasps mine tight. She took an apprehensive breath before she spoke, "I am afraid I think you and I have a commonality."

When I turn to face her, silent tears were running down her hollowed face and before I knew it tears were pouring down my cheeks as well.

Sora scoots over in bed the best she could and pats the open spot next to her.

I crawl in next to her just like I used to with my mother when I had bad dreams when I was small.

A thin hand rests on my head and pulls me against her shoulder.

I cry until my cheeks were raw and my nose was plugged from snot. The older woman simply ran her slender fingers through my hair with great care.