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"GO, Chopper! Just get lost! GO!"
"I...I can't! You're bl-bleeding!!"
Zoro gnashed his teeth at the smaller satyr, his face grinding on the earth as he writhed in pain. The bullet burned like fire in his thigh--the ground was already sticky with blood. Damn those humans!
Chopper, still in his deer form, was hovering beside his green-haired brother figure. He didn't know what to do--but he wasn't going to leave the last of his family alone, with a hunter he could smell coming closer.
The larger satyr, however, was not letting him stick around. He was lying on the ground, but he managed to sit up a little and swat at him with a fist. "Go!" he roared, in the sound of a bellow between a buck and a man. "Get away! Just run away, before I kill you!!"
The little deer was bawling. He did not want to leave him! But...suddenly, a crack of a twig from under someone's boot hit his ears. He froze, frightened--the hunter was here. He shivered but remained immobile, unsure and filled with animal fright. Yet suddenly, Zoro grabbed his leg.
He gave him a long, meaningful look. It tapped straight into Chopper's brain: Run. And hide.
The younger satyr took a few steps back, looking at Zoro. Then he turned and galloped away just as Sanji broke through the underbrush to the clearing.
((//\))
Sanji brushed the remaining branches from his face, the sound of rushing water filling his ears. The clearing opened up, and he nearly came too close to the eroding edge of a stream, clear and cold as it sliced through the hillside. The grass was tall, and flattening a large area of it was Zoro, writhing in pain.
Sanji's eyes widened--a tan, muscular man was lying bare naked on the ground. Seems the bullet shot had shocked him out of his half-deer form. Anyone walking by wouldn't have saw him as a mystical monster--but his bright green hair, the color of moss, gave him away. Offspring of the Forest indeed.
The man rolled over, impudently giving his back to the hunter standing over him. Speckles of white pigment made a trail across his back, contrasting with the splotches of sunlight that slipped through the canopy overhead. Yet turning over hurt--he gave a shout and rolled back. He gripped his leg, feeling his wound gush blood every few seconds.
s**t! Damn hunter. He couldn't believe how bad he had been fooled. He thought he had smelled a female satyr--something Zoro had long since given up on finding, being he and Chopper were the last of his race. He had just wanted what he only saw in dreams; a mate, soulmate. Someone who would be there for Chopper when his big brother Zoro couldn't be. Someone who'd care for him, like family. Good gods, the kid hadn't even known a mother before! But he had taken a chance and come out as a fool. He hated himself for being tricked, and loathing eclipsed his hopes as the one who stenched of a possible mate began to edge forward.
Sanji had his hands out, on his knees and gingerly creeping towards the Satyr. "Easy..." he muttered, his eyes trying thier best not to rake over Zoro's body as he worked to soothe him. He was blushing--it was awkward being near something so human, being so naked. He could see muscles flex and convulse under a sheen of sweat, moving from pain and rapid breathing. His eyes were such a piercing black, they seemed to slice open Sanji's mind in half; and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why the satyr was so flushed-- Sanji quickly slapped himself out of it. Just what the hell was he thinking?? He was seriously losing it...probably from panic.
It was the Satyr's panic that was obvious--he recoiled from Sanji's touch, still holding his wound and snarling at Sanji. He knew it to be a trick--well, if this stinking (smells so good) human thinks he can trick me twice, then he's a complete idiot. I'm all Chopper's got left--I'm not being wiped out without a fight.
Sanji snapped his hand away when Zoro tried to grab it. He dodged a punch to his face and took a confused step back. Um...well that wasn't really normal Satyr behavior. Weren't they nonviolent? As if to answer, Zoro snarled and backed further away, like a cornered predator.
With that, and the way this one was staring at him as if trying to make him combust from mental hate, the blond highly doubted it.
Sanji sighed. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"
Zoro responded with a grunt. He snarled when Sanji began advancing again. Sanji didn't care--he kept going, his hands out reached to Zoro. He didn't have time for this--he had his brother to think about. Who knows what could happen if he didn't appear home with his brother from the Forest--the village could possibly be put into a panic about one of thier youths missing, and send a search party. And then, well...he'd be in for it then.
The green-haired Satyr hissed in surprise when he realized he had no where left to run--his hand felt the empty air that was the edge of the eroded slope, with a straight drop to the stream below. He couldn't run, he couldn't leap into the stream and swim away...seems the only option left for him was left was to fight. A strap was around his other leg, holding the hilt of a knife--he drew it, with the blade glinting in the meager light.
Sanji didn't notice-- he was infront of him, inches away. "Alright," he mumbled. "Lets take a look at that leg, shall we--AHH!"
The sound of cloth and skin being sliced open came from under Sanji's nose. His face was in wide, shock. He looked at Zoro. He was smirking, his hand at the blonde's chest. Around the hilt of a dagger.
Zoro let go, abandoning his weapon for an opening to slip from under the hunter. Sanji backed away to examine the blade hilt deep in his stomach. Blood was spilling out of his wound. "Oh...oh god," he mumbled. "Oh...s**t."
While the blond quickly grabbed the hilt and dragged the blade out of his gut, Zoro began inching from the doomed human to make an escape. It was hard, because the smell coming off from Sanji, besides the blood, was making him very light-headed. He visciously tried to use his brain, until he saw Sanji gasping and looking down at his chest as if expecting something to happen. What? Shouldn't he be screaming? Or fainting--or something that someone normally does when they've got a gaping hole in thier chest??
Yet there was no hole. Zoro stared wide-eyed at the bloodied rip in the man's shirt, showing his pale skin. There was no hint of him ever being cut--just the drying blood on his chest.
Sanji was breathing heavily. That had been scary--and agonizing. He had never been cut that deep before--he could feel the organs inside of him still sucking out his power in order to heal themselves. Possibly a spleen and his stomach. For any normal human, they would have met thier death.
The blond rubbed his slick fingers on his pants, grumbling about how there was so much blood he'd have to explain to his dad. He then glanced at the dagger, and smirked weakly. He waved it in Zoro's face, who was too busy staring at him as if he had a second head. "Thanks, moss-head, I think I'll use this. You could've just handed it to me though. Now, hold still. I'm going to pop out that bullet for you..."
Sanji put his hand on Zoro's thigh, wincing as the blood from the wound gushed over his fingers, and held the knife's tip steadily at the entrance. That caught Zoro's attention.
He snarled blackly, his hands suddenly around Sanji's neck. They gripped hard around it.
Sanji's eye widened with fear. Stranglement? That would definitely kill him.
He stared into the narrowed leer of Zoro's, his blue eyes pleading into black ones that tried to bore into his skull. A growl came from the satyr's throat. He didn't apply much pressure with his hands to Sanji's windpipe--this was a warning. A very deadly warning.
Sanji wheezed. "C-Calm down. I'm try...trying to help. Plea...se."
Conciousness was slipping from the blond. His hands shakily went to the tan man's chest, desperate to stop him. They traveled up, touching his neck with the strength of a twig compared to the creature holding him. Zoro eyed the fingers desperately pleading at his neck--instead of letting his fuzzy brain have its way and lean into his palm, he remained stiff. Damn, even his skin had that smell on him. He couldn't take breathing it in--it bothered him too much! It even eclipsed the anger he felt at having such a low trick being played on him. Gods, he smelled too wonderful.
After a long stretch of silence, in which Sanji took away his shaky hands to try and dig his thin fingers through the tan ones around his throat, and Zoro tried to shake himself out of the trance his confusion had put him in. Finally, Zoro loosened his grip on Sanji, who bent over and heaved for air as the hands left him. Zoro watched him gulp for air, then raised his eyebrow when the blond glared at him viciously behind his bangs.
"Shitty a** animal--will you just lay back and let me help you?!"
As if he understood, Zoro narrowed his eyes at him, but extended his thigh out to show the wound better. Sanji hesitated, fiddling with knife and trying to not look at anything above the bleeding wound. Especially not was directly above it.
He heard a snort, and looked up. Zoro had his eyebrow cocked up, but the rest of his face was expressionless. 'Perve' was obviously what he was saying.
Sanji flushed, then with a glare bent back down his head. He put the knife tip to the wound.
"Yea, this hurts me more than it hurts you."
Zoro bit his lip when the knife dug into his wound. He tried to keep himself from screaming from the pain, writhing his hands at his side into fists and hunching over his back, but he could taste blood on his lips. He hadn't noticed when he had grabbed on Sanji's shoulders in a plea for him to stop, and when he opened his scrunched up eyes, he found himself nose deep in blond hair. Then he was wafted into a new smell.
Sanji didn't notice. He was bent over Zoro, working through the blood and the flayed tissue to get at that little piece of metal. He batted Zoro's hands away from entangling in his hair. "Stop that," he muttered distractedly. "I'm trying to work."
Zoro didn't stop. His brain was still fuzzy, but this new scent was making it fuzzier. Yet he had to ignore it for a second when Sanji suddenly hit the side of the bullet. He began caressing it out with the blade, and Zoro bent his head to grind his crown with Sanji's to bare the pain. He pulled on blond tendrils, gnashing his teeth. "Nnngh...!!"
"Shhhhh...s'alright, its almost out." Sanji tried to soothe him, using a voice he saved for other 'patients' he had had before. Mostly small animals like dogs and birds. He didn't know if he could heal something as big as a satyr. But damn it--for Usopp's sake, he had to try right?
"Ah! Sokay sokay--look, I got it out. See?" Sanji softly took the knife from the wound and pinched up the tiny ball from it. He held up the tiny musket ball for Zoro to see, but Zoro didn't look up. His face was too convulsed in concentration to open his eyes.
Sanji discarded the ball and place his hands on Zoro's inner thighs. He was still soothing under his breath, but became silent as he squinted up his eyes to concentrate on the energy inside him. It warmed his hand like it was on fire, and clenched his chest down making him convulse and pant rapidly.
Zoro watched him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the warmth heating over his wound. His skin felt odd--really tingly and thin. He heard a ringing in his ears, as if he had just held his breath for a while and was suddenly getting onto his feet. But he watched Sanji through the entire uncomfortable experience, seeing it was worse for him than it was for the Satyr.
It really was. Sanji suddenly felt hyper-aware of everything around him--mostly what was happening inside Zoro. He could feel, could see every muscle move, every organ and tissue pulse, every tiny piece of flesh shiver under him as he sat over him, his hand the only connection to seeing the harmony happening under Zoro's skin.
He felt like he was bleeding again--after just mentally nudging open the floodgates for his power in his mind, he now had his energy spilling out of him unbiddingly from his hand, soaking out of his splayed hand to splatter unseen across Zoro's wound. He could fill it shrink and disseppear under his palm. Indeed, when he lifted his hand it was gone.
Zoro looked down, widening his eyes at seeing the wound was gone. Sanji gave a sigh of relief. Big mistake. He groaned, and retracted from Zoro, puting his hands to cover his eyes. He felt like he was having a massive hangover. The sunlight was a glare that burned his eyes, and his head felt fuzzy. Even the soft trickling of the stream sounded like the roar of the waterfall.
"Ugh..." he muttered, his voice muffled. "J...Just gimme a minute...Ow."
Damn--this had never happened before. Usually with birds and dogs he had just felt a few seconds of light-headedness. He felt like he had just smacked his head against a brick wall.
Zoro watched him, hearing the human moan over the migraine he was feeling. The satyr seemed to contemplating something very hard, looking over the Stitch's head to watch the sunlight play on his blond hair. His brain felt very fuzzy...but he could feel the need inside very clearly. The need that burn and grated against his chest, begging to get out. He had spent too many decades alone with just Chopper--he couldn't even remember clearly what a female looked like. Only the smell had remained vivid, imprinted on his brain from birth. Probably the only reason why he was even contemplating this--
No! No no--he couldn't.
This was not a mate for him. This was wrong--even if he had delicate pale skin, thin long fingers, wispy blond hair...mmm, that smell had had a smell of its own. Totally indescribable. He wanted to wring his hands in it even more.
The moans he was making now finally pushed Zoro off the edge--hell, it propelled his a** off it. '******** instinct' he thought, grabbing Sanji's shoulder. 'It's been too long.'