Saving Me, Saving You | Sanji

Breakfast Anyone?

Then

"How could you?"

An irate Reyna ran as quickly as she could with the long skirt of her nightdress billowing around her ankles. Tears never stopped falling down her reddened cheeks, not even when she burst through the pair of doors leading into her bedroom. Directly behind her, Krillian tried calming her down while buttoning up his pants and fixing his disheveled hair.

"Darling, it was nothing. You must believe me," the man pleaded, dodging throw pillow after throw pillow Reyna launched toward him the second he came through the doorway.

"We are getting married tomorrow!" Reyna reached for the closest object within reach.

A brass candelabra.

"Careful with that thing," Krillian held up his hands in a poor attempt to protect his face. "You might hurt one of us. Most likely me."

"Oh, right," Reyna sniffed, wiping her cheeks with a closed fist. "We can't have that."

"I knew you'd see reason," the unkempt young man let out a sigh of relief. "I knew you weren't as much of a bitch as everyone claimed you to be."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Krillian finished straightening himself out, making himself look as though nothing had happened. That Reyna did not walk in on him and two other women in his bed. "Now, let's just put this behind us, and-"

"You've gone completely and utterly insane if you think I'm going to marry you after what I just saw." Reyna's grip on the weapon tightened in anger.

"Of course you will," he scoffed. "Where else would you go? You have nothing. No home. No family. No friends. I am the best thing that will ever happen to you, Reyna. You're lucky I gave you the time of day when you ran into me in the marketplace."

Reyna stared blankly. Completely bewildered by the words leaving Krillian's mouth. This was not the man she knew and loved. Her Krillian would never say such things. Something must have happened. An enchantment or a potion of some kind.

"Krillian, whatever's wrong with you, I can-"

"Nothing's wrong with me, you silly, little woman," he laughed darkly. "This is who I am. You were just too blinded by your puppy love to say anything, but deep down you knew."

"No, I-"

"Come on, Reyna. Think about it."

Did she?

Reyna dropped her head in shame. From the very first moment the couple bumped into one another, she could feel the Casanova radiating off his person. He knew every woman in town, and they knew him. Well. Much too well.

When they officially started courting, he would always be late to dates and political events. More than once, Reyna would smell other women's perfume on his jacket, lipstick on the collars of his shirts, but she turned a blind eye.

"See," Krillian stepped closer to her. "The only reason we are going through with this was for me to appease my mother and for you- well, you would do anything to stay off the street. You told me so, remember."