The Marimo and The Pervert (Zosan)

Chapter 18

Third person POV
Sanji focused his gaze on the figure at the door

Standing at the door was a tall man. He had silver hair, slicked back. He was pale and he seemed to have more muscle on himself than Sanji. He's wearing a black suit designed with grey stripes, a silver tie and a black trenchcoat hanging on his shoulders. He had green eyes and it was as if it was piercing right through Sanji. His grin was worse than Suga's, it sent a shiver through Sanji's spine. There was something up with this guy that didn't sit right

"Shiro I see you have been taking good care of him. Now leave"

Shiro clenched his hands into fists and reluctantly went with order

"Yes master"

He made his way towards the door but before leaving sent one pitiful gaze towards Sanji feeling grave sadness. He then left, closing the door

The slam of the door sounded to Sanji like the final nail in his coffin

The silence was horrible the green eyes never leaving the figure that was defenseless on the bed. The silence was then broken

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Fuji Kuro" a sinister grin then evolved "Your future husband"

"Yeah right like hell I'll be" Sanji snapped, gaining a little confidence

"Oh~ quiet the mouth, you do remind me so much of her" He said getting closer until he was at the edge of the bed

This caused Sanji to jerk away, not feeling right about his presence

'Her?'

Fuji brought his hand closer to Sanji

"But I do not tolerate that behavior towards me so it seems I have to break that habit"

He touched Sanji

"What do- Huh?!"

Sanji looked at his surroundings he wasn't in the room any more he was at the Sunny?

'Was it all a dream?'

Sanji checked once more to make sure and confirmed it was the Sunny. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled widely

'It was all a dream. Good. Wait where is'

"Zoro?"

Sanji looked through their room and didn't spot his anywhere

"He must be outside training or something"

Sanji freshened up and was smiling the whole time. He then went out side to look for the Marimo, he was really missing his comfort.

He reached the deck and what he saw had his heart beating crazy, his breathing was uneven, they were labored. He felt the tears build up in his eyes. He closed his eyes hoping it wasn't real then opened them again, only to be met with the same horrendous sight. He managed to get a word out

"Z-zoro"

Zoro was laying on the deck in a pool of his own blood. His limbs were turned in inhuman positions and his tanned skin pale and lifeless

Sanji ran down to his lover's lifeless body and held his hand. It was cold and limb. Tears poured from his eyes, his heart beating way to fast

"Hahaha"

Sanji turned his eyes towards the source of the laughter. His hand never leaving Zoro's. When his eyes landed on the source, his eyes widened, his blood ran cold and heart picking up more pace, if that was even possible. He clenched his shirt, where his heart was. It hurt and they made it worse