You Mess With One, You Mess With Both

Immure

Sanji blinked awake to a rhythmic dripping sound, squinting against the headache that throbbed in time with his heart. It took a generous minute for his senses to sluggishly get with the program. He was alarmed to find that his vision was more then a little blurred, bringing him to the sound conclusion that he'd somehow been drugged.

His surroundings came into sharp clarity so abruptly that his stomach rolled, the seemingly vivid shades of gray made his eyes twinge. He couldn't quite manage to swallow the groan that pushed up his esophagus, he managed to cut the pathetic sound short by channeling his anger instead, successfully turning the miserable noise into an annoyed growl. The chef's narrowed gaze swept over the room he was in, it was obviously a cell.

Sanji gnashed his teeth in frustration, his memory of the previous day cut off a little after the lovely Nami-swan sternly told him to go fetch the stupid moss from town. The blond scowled when he recalled seeing a small group of Marines on the way to the bar, everything was a foggy and confusing mash of colors and words after that. Sanji cursed the heavens, It'd be just his fucking luck if the shitty swordsman had something to do with this whole mess.

Sanji dragged his legs up, clumsily pushing to his feet. His shoes had been removed, and each ankle had a sea-stone shackle secured snugly against his pale flesh. The two manacles connected by a length of chain that was only two feet long, certainly not enough slack to get a good kick with. One top of that, the chain connected between the restraints was also bolted to the wall he'd been leaning against, his wrists tethered to each other with a thick set of cuffs. His lip twitched up into a sneer at the thought of an enemy being so close to his precious hands.

He tore his gaze away from his bonds when his ears picked up the minute scrap of metal against stone from outside his prison. The blond drunkenly stumbled to the bars that separated him from the dimly lit corridor, face pressing against the sturdy poles in an attempt to see into the dark cell directly across from his own. Something within the shadows shifted, the movement accompanied by that grinding noise he'd previously heard.

"What the-seriously?" The familiar baritone growl had Sanji's grip on the solid bars tightening, relief and fury swirling into a perplexing mix of adrenaline and solace. The blond sucked in a deep breath, slamming a lid down on his temper. Starting a yelling match with the drowsy Marimo wouldn't help either of them, not to mention that the brute could fill in some of the gaps in his memory.

"Oi, kelp-head. Do you remember what happened yesterday?" The blonde's toes curled impatiently when he didn't get an immediate affirmative, which clearly meant that the Marimo was practically useless on that front. He huffed, arms dropping away from the bars to awkwardly hang in front of him. "What a help you are." He grumbled, measuring how much slack he had until the chain pulled taut. His toes were only two inches away from the poles, which meant that trying to kick the metal caging him definitely wasn't an option.

"Where the hell are we, shit-cook?" Sanji's eyebrow twitched at the degrading nickname, he had to physically bite his tongue to keep from snapping back. The slightly darker shape rose, the swordsman's silhouette moving through the darkness with a grace that spoke of how at home he was in the ink that saturated his cell. Sanji's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when the mosshead stepped up to the bars, the corridor bathing him in light.

"Not sure, but it's probably your fault." The chef dumbly blurted, immediately cursing himself when Zoro's lips dropped into an irked frown. The Marimo had sea-stone cuffs clamped around his upper arms and his wrists. Plus, his restrained arms were held behind him at what was most certainly an uncomfortable angle in order to get as close to the bars as he currently was, not to mention that there was yet another loop around his waist. His feet were also bare, his ankles cuffed together with the same amount of slack Sanji was allowed.