One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Broken, Only to Heal Again ❯ Love to Hate, Hate to Love ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

 

The Vice-Admiral of the Sanguine Blade left his quarters and strode down the long corridor of the ship. An impressive looking sword was strapped to his side. The sheath and hilt were pristine white with gold fittings, but it was the blade that caught everyone's attention. It was for that, that the ship was named. Rumor stated that the blade started out with normal steel, but changed in color with the amount of blood it spilled. Now it shimmered deep red, a testament to the dark man's brutality.

 

Men quickly scampered out of the way at the sound of his approach. They backed up stiff against the wall and saluted, standing at attention until he was out of sight. Uneasy breaths were released as the man turned the corner. It seemed strange to see the normally angry man with a slight smile on his face. Nothing good could come of it. To see him happy meant that someone else would be paying the price. They prayed it would not be one of them. He was known for his torturous methods. No one was above his wrath.

 

The commanding officer made his way to a locked room; the only room his men were not allowed in. It wasn't that they didn't know what was inside, they just weren't allowed entrance. Inside was his leverage, his way to make all his dreams come true. Inside was the one thing that could bring his enemy to his knees, or so he thought. Inside the locked room was his wife.

 

“Hello, my dear. And how are we today?” He approached the figure lying on the bed. His dark skin was in vast contrast with ivory as he placed his hand on a small shoulder. He sat down and ran his fingertips along the seams of the cotton nightgown. “Did you manage to eat yet? You know it's not good for you to not eat. You need all the energy you can get for when we reach the island. You do plan to meet your family again, do you not?” A sinister smile spread across his face. White teeth showing between slightly parted lips.

 

“My family is none of your business. I comply with your wishes, and you forget about them. That was our deal.” She sat up, back to the larger man. She appeared almost doll-like with her petite frame so close to his larger one. “I still don't understand why we are coming back here. I thought our orders were to meet up with Captain Smoker. He is no where near here.”

 

“My orders are none of your business, love.”

 

“Don't you dare call me that. Love has nothing to do with us.”

 

He reached around her waist and pulled her against his chest, burying his nose in her hair. “Oh, but it does. The love is just not between the two of us.” His hands began to caress her stomach and arms. She squirmed in his hold, clearly uncomfortable with his advances.

 

“Let me go.”

 

“Hmm, I think not. We have a few hours before we reach the island. I can think of nothing better to occupy my time at this moment.” He placed his lips upon her neck as he spoke. His hands slid across her body to land upon her breast. Gripping one in each hand, he began to rub her nipples into hardness between his thumb and finger. His lips placed featherlike kisses down her neck to her shoulder.

 

“Get you hands off me, you bastard.” Her small hands gripped his wrists trying to pry him from her body. He gripped her tighter and pinched her swollen nipples painfully in retaliation. “Nooo! Please stop. Not again. Not just before I see my son.” She pleaded helplessly.

 

He chuckled deep in his chest and moved his fingers to the neckline of her nightgown. Swiftly, he gripped the material and ripped it down the front. She cried out and futilely swung at him. He threw her down on the bed and moved his body over her. His lips came crashing down on hers, nipping and biting. He secured her flailing arms to the bed above her head with one hand. The other continued to rip the fabric from her slender frame. Her pleas and begging to stop only seemed to fuel his desire. Using a piece of the torn gown, he tied her wrists to the iron bars of the headboard. In a desperate attempt, she kicked out as hard as she could, nailing him in the groin. The back of his hand connected with her face, throwing her head to the side and busting her lip. Sucking on the blood flowing from her mouth, she spat in his face.

 

“You should know better than that, Saya.”

 

She was a small woman. Her strength was no match for his, despite how hard she tried to train. He soon had her legs tied, one to each of the post at the foot of the bed. Naked, spread eagle, and bruised from the rough handling, she watched as he stripped from his uniform. Truthfully, he was a handsome man. The dark skin made him exotic. The black hair and eyes made him mysterious, almost. His body was beautiful, a gift from the gods, well defined and very well endowed. His large member was already erect and dripping with pre-cum. It would have been a welcome sight under different circumstances.

 

He crawled over her and began attacking her lips again. He was not gentle. His fingers dug into her sides leaving bruises in their wake. His teeth bit her neck and collarbone, marking her skin. He continued down her chest to her nipples. Taking them into his mouth and sucking hard, leaving off with a sharp bite. Her cries filled the room.

 

“That's it love, scream for me.” He thrust into her without any warning. The dry passage tore with the force of his entry. She bit into her bottom lip trying to stifle the scream building within her. It only served to draw blood and annoy her captor. He drew out of her almost all the way and slammed back in. This time she did scream. He smiled and increased his pace, enthralled by her pain. His hands gripped her hips with crushing force and lifted her off the bed, changing the angle of impact. The louder her screams, the faster he seemed to move.

 

He came with a grunt. A light sheen of sweat gathered on his brow and back. The broken woman lay sobbing beneath him. He stood from the bed and used the remains of her gown to wipe the fluids from his now limp cock. Only the sounds of her sobs could be heard as he dressed himself. Using his sword, he cut her bindings loose, allowing her to curl up in a ball in the center of the bed. Blood and semen dripped from her abused vaginal opening. It would be a wonder if she could walk properly for days, or even be able to stand.

 

“Clean up and make yourself presentable for disembarking. We will be arriving soon. We wouldn't want your dear father to worry about his precious baby girl, now would we?” He stated as he slid his sword back at his side. “Or maybe you want that bastard son of yours to know the truth. That his mother is just a whore and cares nothing for him. I could always bring him back here with us. He would make a fine cabin boy. In a few years, maybe he could even learn to fill your place. Then you could go back to that treacherous father of yours.”

 

“You promised you would stay away from him, you monster! I will die before I let you lay a hand on him.” She lifted herself up to her elbows and glared at him. Fierce blue eyes held his jet black ones. She may be broken, but she wasn't dead just yet. She would fight for her son, her father, for the ones she loved.

 

“Well, now I did say that, didn't I? But I'll tell you a little secret.” He leaned in close and whispered into her ear. “I lied. I've always planned on killing them.” He stepped back and laughed at the shocked look on her face.

 

“Hurry and dress. I expect you on deck within the hour.” With that, he left the room.

 

Fear and devastation took over and she fell back onto the bed. All was lost. There was no one left to save her. The only man that stood a chance was long gone from her life. He was a pirate now, the true enemy of her husband. Besides, if she ever saw him again, he would probably just turn his back on her anyway. Who could blame him after what she did. Granted, she only thought that her father was punishing her for seeing the swordsman behind his back. She had no idea Takuya was being blackmailed. Her only reason to agree to say she would marry the bastard was to buy time until she could escape. If he had only stayed around for her to explain what was going on, this could have all been avoided. He could have rescued her and killed the evil man right then and all of this would never have happened. But unfortunately, he came back to the house before she expected. He overheard her accept the marriage proposal. There was nothing she could do. If she called to him, he would have been killed on sight. She caught a glimpse of his face as he walked away from the window. It almost killed her, that look. Things could never be the same between them again. Even if she did explain what happened, there was little hope that they could have the same relationship as before. She'd give anything in the world to go back and change what happened.

 

The worst part was that she was forced to endure the pain and suffering. She couldn't even commit suicide. That homicidal maniac swore that if she did, he would torture her father, and later when he discovered her pregnant, her child. The things she had seen, since her marriage to him, had only helped to support his threat. The look on his face when the babe came out with green hair and lighter skin was frightening. No one had known that she was with another before marriage. Her petite frame, and the rough sex, had fooled her husband. What scared her was that he seemed to be almost happy about it. He made sure that the boy was taken care. Then when he grew old enough to ask questions, he was sent off with his grandfather to the island they were currently headed to. She still did not know the name of the island, only that they were on it.

 

The man she married was a murderous villain. He may be an officer in the Marines, but he was by no means honorable. He was widely known as Sanguine Kaname, both for the color of his blade, and his bloodthirsty ways. He was not a man to cross. She prayed that her father had done nothing to anger her husband. How she loathed calling him that. He was nothing more to her than a source of grief. One day it would end. One day her son would be free to find his real father. One day, Roronoa Zoro would know the truth. One day, Lord Kaname Fanton, Vice-Admiral of the Marine ship Sanguine Blade, would pay… even if it cost her, her own life.

 

 

Sanji stood frozen in place. `Love him?' What the Hell? He did not in any shape form or fashion love that bastard. He cared about what happened to him because he was nakama. That's all. It's not like he had an interest in him otherwise, was it? Damn it. He had been thinking about him quite a bit lately. That needed to stop. He was in love with Nami. But now she was taken by their Captain. So, where does that leave him? Can he still fawn over Nami even though she and Luffy were an item? Would Luffy get mad? Probably not, just because it's Luffy. He rarely gets mad at anyone on the ship. He could always focus his attention on Robin. She was quite a bit older than he was, but still beautiful none the less. Yes that's what he would do. He would get the silly notion of sleeping with that baka-marimo out of his head by paying more attention to Robin. What?!?

 

“Oi, Sanji! Hurry up. We need to get back to the ship and get out of here.” Luffy shouted.

 

Sanji jumped at his name being called. “Hai, Luffy. I'm coming.” He quickly jogged to catch up with the others.

 

Zoro was in a daze, but they managed to prod him into a slight run. Well Luffy grabbed a hold of him and started pulling, which caused him to run or be drug along the ground. If what the nurse had said was true, they needed to be out of there quick. Nami, Robin, and Usopp were supposed to be readying the ship. Hopefully they had everything ready before they got there. Usopp appeared to have gotten all the supplies and food. Even so, they've survived on low rations before. They could do it again if needed.

 

Every one of the crew were lost in their own thought. Each seemed to be headed in different directions. Robin was on her way back from dropping off Tajimaru in a nearby boat. Her thoughts centered on getting back to the ship unnoticed. Usopp at the moment was torn between panicking because of Kuro, and trying to keep `Teki from tangling himself up in the rigging. `Teki was doing his best trying to get information about all the crewmembers from the not so reliable source. He wanted to know as much as he could about them. Nami tried to concentrate on the charts in front of her, planning the quickest route of escape. Her mind kept drifting back to the kiss she and Luffy shared on the deck, and her cheeks would flush.

 

Luffy was confused. He had no idea who the old man was that died, but he seemed very important to Zoro. Chopper and Sanji seemed to know him too. Also, Nami's smiling face kept popping into his mind. He was still not sure what she wanted from him. But Zoro was back and everyone was safe. All they needed to do was get out of there and all would be well.

 

Chopper sniffled slightly, still saddened at the death of such a kind old man. He was concerned about the amount of blood on Zoro, pretty sure that most of it was not his own. The cuts on his hands needed to be dealt with soon, but it was nothing life threatening. Sanji kept his eyes focused on the red shirt of his Captain. Looking at his back he remembered the comment Luffy had made about nakama being whipped. His eyes traveled the back of the green haired swordsman. Small amounts of blood dotted the back of the shirt. It was hard to tell from this distance if it was from splatter, or wounds beneath the material seeping through. Even if it was the swordsman's own blood, Chopper would fix him up. Then Zoro could talk to Muteki. Oh no. What would happen when the kid saw him like this? He's gonna freak. They'll have to figure out something.

 

The sails of the Going Merry came into view. Luffy's energetic pace increased. Zoro had a difficult time keeping up with him. Even Sanji and Chopper started to lag behind. Usopp saw the dust cloud arriving and shouted a warning to the girls below.

 

“Oi, they're coming! And fast! You'd better watch out.” Usopp helped `Teki down from the crow's nest. Their feet had barely hit the deck when Luffy sprang on board.

 

“We gotta go now! This really nice nurse at the base said that some mean guy was coming for Zoro, so we need to get out of here.” Luffy's urgent tone got the crew scrambling. Nami ran up and threw her arms around him.

 

“Are you guys ok? We were worried.” She leaned back to look him in the eyes. His sorrowful smile confirmed her suspicions that something had gone amiss. “What is it?”

 

“Zoro lost someone important,” Luffy whispered. He gave her a half smile and briefly hugged her back. She let go of him and they began to work.

 

Muteki stood in silence, his eyes wide in fear. Zoro stood in the middle of the deck, blood-soaked and pale. The empty expression on his face told the boy that something very bad had happened. He was scared to ask what that bad thing was, but even more so, he was scared about the amount of blood the fighter had on his clothing. Slowly, he walked up to the tall man. He reached out and took one of the bandaged hands in his own pair of small ones. The contact made the swordsman jump slightly. It wasn't that the boy hurt him; he was just so out of it that he didn't know someone had even come near. Tears began to well up in the bright blue eyes. Zoro gave the little hands a slight squeeze of reassurance and turned to watch Sanji help Chopper up onto the ship. The little reindeer took one look at the two holding hands and burst into tears.

 

Confused, Muteki looked to Zoro for an explanation. “Why is Chopper-kun crying? Did something bad happen? Are you going to be ok?”

 

“Yah, I'm fine, but something bad did happen.” Zoro placed his free hand on the soft green hair. “We need to get out of here right now, but there is something we need to talk about soon. You go into the galley and stay out of the way. I'll be there as soon as we get out to sea.”

 

“Hai, Otousan.” Muteki gave Zoro's lower body a quick hug, then turned and ran for the galley door, leaving Zoro to stare puzzled at his back.

 

`He called me father.' A surge of pride filled his chest. It was followed by a sharp stab of fear. `Oh, Shit. I'm a father. I'm not ready to be a father. I still have so much to do. My dream is still out there. How will I achieve it now that I have him? How will I be able to raise him right on a ship full of pirates? Will he even want to be around me after what happened? I still have to tell him.' All the thoughts slammed into his mind at once.

 

“Baka-marimo.”

 

Nicotine filled his senses. The blond had come up beside him. His presence was comforting. Just having him by his side somehow put him at ease.

 

Sanji took a moment before speaking. He wanted to word it right. Still confused about his own feelings, he didn't want to reveal anything to the swordsman. “You're not alone. We're nakama. We take care of each other. He'll be just fine.” Sanji took another long drag off his cigarette. “So will you.”

 

The Cook gave him a nod and turned to help Usopp with the sails. Zoro needed to pull up the anchor so they could be on their way. Slowly, as if in a haze, he walked to the anchor chain and began to haul it out of the murky waters below. That was the second time that day the blond had completely confused him. Being nice just wasn't in their demeanor when it came to the other. Bits of their conversation from a few nights before drifted to his mind. He remembered Sanji saying something about admiring him. He might have said something, too. Oh shit. What if he told him he wanted to completely fuck his brains out? No, if that had happened, the Love-Cook would have kicked his head in. Besides, he was sure that he kept that part of his lifestyle secret from the crew. Ever since his heart was trampled on, he stayed away from women. A growing, hormonal guy needs to release his sexual tension somehow, so that left only one choice. Well one choice provided you weren't into beastiality. Chopper flashed in his mind and the thought sent shivers down his spine. Shouts from the Captain brought him back to the situation at hand.

 

They were ready to pull away from the dock. The winds were strong, and in a favorable direction. The log pose had set that morning, so all they had to do was get to the open sea. Nami guided the ship thru the water swiftly. Truly there was no one out there with better skills at navigation than she. They were but a speck on the horizon when the Marine's entered the port. Jagged red lettering spelled out the name of the ship.

 

Sanguine Blade.