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Filled | Unfilled (BOTH posts updated to about half of page three, updated Sept 21, 11-something pm, GMT -5 ( Read more... )
Anyway, I had two ideas for this. The second one is actually what you asked for, this one is another reason I think he would have. Although in both of them, Sanji leaves because of something HE'S done, not anything anyone else did.
Second one when I have time, but I hope you enjoy this anyway! ^^
Not smart enough.
Maybe if he had anticipated it, he could have kept his shadow, any of their shadows, from being stolen.
Not fast enough.
Maybe if he had defeated that stupid shitty zombie more quickly, then the shadows would have been returned and his captain wouldn’t have had to fight so hard.
Not strong enough.
Maybe if he could have withstood the marimo’s attack, had stood his ground, then the swordsman would be okay now, and with the crew, where he should be.
Not good enough.
He stands outside in the cool night air and lights a cigarette. The smoke fills his lungs and fights off some of the chill, but not completely, and he shivers anyway.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough for the Orbit. He’d tried to protect them, with his trembling hands and a single carving knife, and he had failed miserably. What had he hoped to accomplish, as weak as he’d been? Stupid.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough for the Baratie. He’d tried to fight away those pirates, but in the end it had been the friendship of an enemy that had saved him, not his own power. He had promised to help the shit-geezer forever, but he couldn’t. A disappointment.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough at Loguetown. His captain had been up on that platform, smiling as his death came swinging down, and he had only been able to watch. It was empty comfort that the marimo had been just as helpless. Powerless.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough at Whiskey Peak. He had been taken in by drink and women. He had slept through an entire attack. Had done absolutely nothing. Useless.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough on Little Garden. What kind of gentleman had he been then, eh? Drinking tea while the ladies were in danger. Despicable.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough on Drum Island. That shitty hippo was after the beautiful navigator, and what had he been doing? Crawling around on his hands and knees. Brought down by a little back injury. Pathetic.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough on Skypiea. First letting the women get kidnapped. Then loosing to a single shock from that wannabe god. Letting the navigator get caught again. Worthless.
Not good enough.
He hadn’t been good enough in the Tower of Justice. Their nakama was in danger. He should have done everything he could to save her. But he chose his principals over her. Disgusting.
Not good enough.
Finally, he hadn’t been good enough on Thriller Bark. He’d been willing. He’d been prepared. He was ready to die. But the marimo knew it wasn’t true. He’d seen through his lie. And he’d taken his place.
And he had never felt quite so…
Pathetic.
Worthless.
Useless.
Not good enough.
He blew out the smoke slowly, watched it dissipate into the air. The words echoed again and again, eating away at him the way the hunger ate at his stomach.
Not good enough.
No… he wasn’t good enough. Not for the crew. Not for his nakama.
He put out the cigarette and steeled himself to find his captain. He couldn’t stay here anymore. They’d be better off without him around.
Because he wasn’t good enough.
But then he walks back to the party, and is greets with a too-wide smile and a rubbery hug and a demand for more meat, and he’s not even sure how the boy manages it, but with that one touch all his worries seem to melt away. With that one smile, he finds his confidence again.
It makes him believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s good enough after all.
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