infamous21isback

[infamous21isback]

Chapter 2

Getting to Kuri hadn’t been easy, but a few hours after navigating through calmer waters, Nami finally spotted land and directed the Sunny toward a hidden location Kin'emon had previously marked on their map. Now, with a clear path and only a short time left before reaching shore, the navigator could finally take a break. But instead of going to her cabin for a quick nap, she found herself walking toward the boys' quarters.

Luffy was asleep outside, by the door, so Nami decided not to disturb him. She gently patted his head over the straw hat with a tenderness she hadn’t expected from herself, then quietly stepped inside the room.

Once she was in, she saw Chopper staring at the small container labeled “3”—the same one that held Sanji’s Raid Suit. Sanji was still sleeping peacefully in his bed. Nami smiled softly and stepped further into the room. That’s when Chopper noticed her and looked up, surprised.

“Don’t worry, Nami. He’s just exhausted,” Chopper said, glancing back at Sanji.

“You don’t sound convinced that exhaustion is all this is,” Nami replied, walking toward the bed almost unconsciously.

For the first time in a long while, Nami saw Chopper genuinely worried—not panicked, just scared, as if he couldn’t fully grasp the extent of what the suit had done or how hard Sanji had pushed himself. Nami felt bad for him. Chopper always did his best to keep them healthy, and honestly, if it weren’t for him, Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji would’ve likely died many times over.

It was strange, she thought. After all the danger they’d been through, it was still hard to imagine anything could truly bring them down. They felt so... invincible.

She didn’t even realize she had reached out until her fingertips grazed the fabric of Sanji’s shirt. It was a simple touch—a quiet, desperate need to confirm his skin was still warm, that he was still there.

“Chopper, what are you thinking?” Nami asked, even though a part of her didn’t want to know the answer.

“I’m not sure, Nami,” Chopper whispered, deep in thought. “Sanji and I didn’t have much time to talk about the modifications in his body, and I don’t have Franky or Usopp here to help figure out what I don’t understand. I don’t even have the right books. All I know is what I learned during that madness with Big Mom and his family…”

“Chopper, calm down,” Nami said gently. “Just tell me what you know.”

“What I learned is that Vinsmoke Judge experimented on his children to turn them into emotionless soldiers, capable of enduring anything. He wanted the strongest army, and he nearly got it. Sanji’s brothers all have enhanced strength, speed, and durability. Their suits boost that even further, making them stronger and more dangerous.”

Chopper sighed and looked down.

“His sister Reiju wasn’t as so affected emotionally because the experiments weren’t as advanced with her, but her suit still boosts her poison-based abilities, making her lethal up close. Only Sanji showed no signs of being genetically enhanced—but since the Raid Suit is full of Germa technology, I worry it might still hurt him... or change him.”

Nami stood in silence as Chopper hopped down from his chair and walked toward Sanji, placing a small hand over the cook’s.

“I can’t stop genetic enhancements if they start affecting him, Nami. And I’m afraid that the more he uses the suit, the worse it’ll get,” Chopper whispered. “I can see the problem, but I can’t fix it.”

The possibility of Sanji turning into an emotionless soldier like his brothers felt terrifyingly real now. Nami understood that, but even if it could happen, she wouldn’t let it. Neither would Luffy. Nor the rest of the crew… not even Zoro.

If one day Sanji stopped looking at her with that warmth in his eyes, if he stopped being the foolishly loving cook they all knew, she didn’t know what she would do.

“Well, we could get rid of the suit,” Nami said seriously. “Sanji-kun himself said he didn’t want it.”

“That’s true, but… he didn’t throw it away,” said Chopper. “Maybe he knew he’d need it. He’s stronger with it—you saw it. Nami, he pushed the Sunny like it was nothing.”

Nami remembered it clearly. She had felt that force pushing the ship out of the storm like a powerful current. But the cost had been high, too high. If he kept using that power, would it take something away from him?

No. You can’t let him go.

She looked at Sanji again. Yes, he was an idiot sometimes, a pervert who chased after every woman they crossed paths with—and that part of him had always made it hard to trust him completely—but there was one truth she couldn’t deny: Sanji always came back to them.

Even after the wedding, when he could’ve stayed with Reiju or Pudding… when he could’ve run away or brought them to the Sunny. He never did. Luffy wouldn’t have objected to having stronger crewmates—Reiju and Pudding both had unique abilities. Besides, Pudding could bake. That alone would’ve won Luffy over.

And yet, Sanji came back alone. And resumed his life with them, with her and Robin, like nothing ever happened. Nami had always believed maybe it was his way of coping, because he clearly had liked Pudding—but he never mentioned her again. And Nami never brought it up either. She didn’t want to remember that part of the story…

…nor how happy she was when he returned.

Nami frowned, remembering that Luffy had known something was wrong with Sanji from the very beginning. That was why he hadn’t fought back. And yet she, Nami, had believed everything Sanji said. Because he had never lied to them before. That hurt, in a way she hadn’t admitted until now.

“I’ll ask him about it when he wakes up,” Chopper said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “He’s going to sleep for a few more hours, anyway. I gave him some sedatives so he wouldn’t feel any pain, just in case.”

“Good.”

Chopper nodded, jumping back into his chair and turning his attention to his notes again. Nami, on the other hand, focused completely on Sanji. His face was tense in his sleep, brow slightly furrowed.

She lifted a hand and traced a finger gently across his cheek, wishing she could erase the worry from his expression.

Sanji relaxed at her touch, a small smile forming on his lips and in that moment, Nami understood: she would have to keep a close eye on him. Because if anyone was willing to push himself beyond the limit to protect others, it was Sanji.

She wouldn’t let that happen. Her own peace of mind depended on it.

-N3-

When they arrived at Kuri, Luffy decided to bring the still-sleeping Sanji with them, carrying him from the room to land with Chopper at his side. It wasn’t that Sanji couldn’t stay on the Sunny—it was that Luffy didn’t want to be too far from a fallen nakama. He wanted to be there in case Sanji needed something, and he would beat anyone who dared approach with bad intentions.

Sanji was a walking sacrifice—Luffy was well aware of that. Sanji always protected others without thinking of himself, and no matter the situation, he always gave his very best. That was exactly why he was in his current state.

Luffy looked down at him, clearly worried, and he could feel the same concern in the rest of the crew. They walked close, as if instinctively forming a shield around him and Sanji. He could even feel Nami’s presence nearby, her hand almost ghost-like as it hovered over Sanji’s leg. Luffy didn’t know or understand what was going on between them, but as long as they were happy, he didn’t give it a second thought.

“Luffy-dono!? You're already here?” asked Kin’emon, appearing on the beach with a small group of warriors and Momonosuke.

Luffy said nothing, and soon they understood why—when they noticed the unconscious body Luffy was holding in his arms. Kin’emon and Momonosuke shared a worried look while Luffy looked around, searching for the cave where the samurai were hiding and waiting for them.

“Is there a place where I can let Sanji sleep?” asked Luffy, not paying attention to anything else.

“Yes, of course. Follow me, please,” said Momonosuke, pointing toward a covered area inside the cave, where a small girl was petting one of their cats. “Tama, these are the pirates we told you about before—Luffy and the Straw Hats.”

“Oh...” said Tama, watching as Luffy gently placed Sanji on a futon beside her. “Is he wounded?”

“Yohoho! Don’t worry, little girl, he just needs beauty sleep,” said Brook with a cheerful grin.

Tama nodded, slightly scared by Brook, but soon her attention returned to Sanji with curiosity as Luffy stepped back and Nami stayed by his side. She wanted to remain there, but there were other matters to attend to now. She knew Kin’emon well enough to be sure that if Luffy was here, he would want to discuss Wano’s plans soon.

“We will take care of him, but now, come near the fire. We’ll stay close to him while we eat and talk,” said Momonosuke, taking Nami’s hand as he tried to encourage them all to rest a little.

“I don’t want to eat unless the food comes from Sanji,” said Luffy, as serious as he could be.

Nami sighed. Of course he would say that. Thankfully, Sanji was a skilled man and always made sure to have extra food on the Sunny just in case he got injured—as he often did—and needed time to rest. Being part of the strongest crew, it was normal for Sanji to have backup, especially with how unstable Luffy could be when it came to food.

That’s why only she and Robin knew about Sanji’s secret.

“Wait here. Sanji froze several of your favorite dishes for emergencies like this. I’ll bring them from the Sunny,” said Nami, pulling a golden key from her jeans pocket. “I just need a few minutes to heat it up.”

“Wait! Does he have my favorite meat!?” asked Luffy, his eyes lighting up with hope.

“And seconds with your favorite sauce,” said Nami with a soft chuckle.

For the first time since Sanji had fallen unconscious, Luffy gave her a sincere smile, and Nami couldn’t help but laugh. Only Luffy could make a serious situation brighter by mentioning food. She walked toward the Sunny, letting him ramble on about his meat and how Sanji always made it best, smiling to herself, knowing that finally, their captain was feeling a little better.

Once she got inside the Sunny, Nami went straight to the kitchen. She and Robin were the only ones free to walk in and out, even when Sanji wasn’t there, but only she had the key to Sanji’s secret pantry. And even if it seemed like a silly thing, Nami couldn’t help but feel a little important every time she remembered that detail.

She opened the freezer with a small smile and pulled out two containers with some effort. Then she noticed a note taped to the side of the freezer. Curious, Nami took it and immediately recognized Sanji’s handwriting.

Nami-san, If you’re reading this, it’s probably because Luffy is hungry and I’m not able to cook—either because I’m sick, exhausted, or too injured to be in the kitchen. In the freezer, I’ve left enough food to satisfy our beast’s needs for a few days. Please tell him to be careful with the bones… that idiot never checks for them when he’s eating.

There should be a couple more bags ready for the rest of the crew so everyone can enjoy their favorite dishes while I’m out. If I end up being gone more than a few days, my recipe book is in my room—only for you, my lovely Nami-swan.

P.S. As we approach the storm, I wanted to let you know I’ve added another bag with food for Kin’emon, Momo, and the samurai in case Luffy goes off to fight and I end up having to go save his sorry ass. I don’t know how many of them there are… but I hope it’s enough.

I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but you can be sure I’ll come back to you as soon as I can. I failed you once. I promise I won’t do it again.

Forever yours, Sanji-kun

Nami smiled as she held the note. When Sanji wanted to, he could be such a charming man—and the best way he showed it was through how he took care of them. Making sure they were fed, even if he wasn’t around to cook, was just so him.

It was a silly little thing she kept to herself, but that was probably the thing that attracted her the most. If only he could find a balance between his flirty side and his serious one, her heart wouldn’t be so torn between what she felt and what she feared.

With a soft sigh, Nami folded the note and slipped it into her pocket. Then she looked at the food. She believed she had everything they needed—and maybe a little more—but she was sure Kin’emon, Momo, and the others wouldn’t complain about extra portions. She sorted everything, organizing what belonged to the crew and what was for the samurai, then started heating it up.

Sanji was a professional—once everything was warm, it looked perfect.

She went to call the others, knowing she’d need help to carry everything back to the cave. Soon enough, Brook, Carrot, and Pedro arrived to help her. As the food finished heating and everyone began walking out with dishes in hand, Nami couldn’t help but think—

Yes, Sanji was an idiot but he took care of them like they were the most precious thing in the world.

And nothing, no one, could ever change that.

-N3-

By the time Nami returned with the food and the others, Sanji was already awake and laughing with Luffy. It was safe to say their break had turned more peaceful as they ate and enjoyed the small moment of calm before planning how to infiltrate the city.

Sanji never noticed, but Nami was slightly hypnotized by how the kids acted around him. Tama complimented his food, and Sanji smiled softly, assuring her that with him around, Wano would not go hungry again. When Momo asked if he would teach their cooks once everything was over, Sanji nodded, promising he would—and asked about Wano’s typical dishes.

It was refreshing to see the kids smiling as they chatted with Sanji about food, sweets, and everything related to their homeland—and Sanji listened to every word without a single complaint.

An hour later, with everyone rested and focused, Hiyori took Tama to check on the samurai and the animals to make sure they had all eaten well. Meanwhile, the rest gathered in a circle around a map of the city. Kin'emon explained where the other Straw Hats were, pointing at the layout and updating them on everyone's status. But as soon as Luffy was mentioned, Sanji knew that sending him in was out of the question.

There was no way Luffy could go unnoticed—and Sanji knew him well enough to understand that he would never hold back from a fight to maintain cover.

Hypocrite. Neither would you.

Sanji frowned at the voice in his head but ignored it. Taking Luffy now would be a mistake—and he wouldn't fall for it.

“Luffy can’t go into the city,” Sanji said, serious. “If he goes, we’ll start the war before we’re ready.”

“Oi! Sanji!” Luffy protested, slightly annoyed.

“Tell me you’re not planning to go after Kaido the moment you step into the city,” Sanji challenged him. “Say it—say it here and now—and I won’t oppose you going. But we both know you won’t. And if you fight Kaido now, you’ll put all of us, and Wano, in danger. Do you understand?”

Luffy crossed his arms, frowning, but said nothing. He knew Sanji wasn’t trying to pick a fight. And deep down, he was aware that if he saw Kaido or one of his men, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. That’s why he didn’t argue and just looked away—silently giving Sanji the reason.

“Luffy… what if instead of going to the city, you went with Law to gather more samurai? Someone like you is too hard to ignore, and I’m sure with both of you there, people would rally to our side faster.”

It wasn’t a lie—but it was also a convenient way for Sanji to keep Luffy away from a fight. Law had arrived while Sanji was resting, and with him there, it would be easier to rein Luffy in if he got carried away. Besides, they all knew—there was no one like Luffy to recruit allies for a cause.

The rest exchanged glances, surprised by Sanji’s strategic mind. Some of them, like Chopper, Nami, or even Luffy, had seen it before, but it still caught them off guard how easily Sanji could shift from hopeless romantic to skilled strategist.

Luffy sighed.

“All right…”

Sanji smiled. One less problem to worry about.

“Good. Besides, you don’t need to worry—we all know you’re going to beat Kaido sooner or later.”

Luffy returned the smile and nodded, completely confident. Sanji turned back to the map Kin’emon had laid out, looking at the marked positions of the other Straw Hats. He nodded to himself, planning as his mind assembled a route.

“Let’s see. Chopper and Brook could infiltrate this Haunted House in the city and look for Usopp and Franky, who should be nearby based on your marks. Don’t let anyone see you talk to each other, and find a meeting point. Also, bring a Den Den Mushi just in case.”

Then he pointed to another area.

“Nami-san, Carrot—you two should meet up with Robin. No one will be surprised the three of you know each other. Robin’s undercover as a geisha, after all—and the three of you are beautiful women.”

Since Sanji was so focused on the plan, his words hit differently. Carrot blushed and looked down. Nami blushed too, but did her best to hide it by turning away. This version of Sanji—so focused, so composed—made her attraction to him even harder to control.

The war, Nami. You’re about to start a rebellion—focus!

“Kin’emon, you and your men stay here and wait for Luffy and Law. Don’t cause any fuss. Keep in contact with your allies and tell them we’re regrouping. Soon enough, we’ll strike.”

“All right… What about you?” Kin’emon asked.

“I’m going to get mosshead, of course,” Sanji replied with a frown. “If I know him, he’s already in trouble—or about to be. We need him for this fight, so I’d rather bring him in before he gets himself killed.”

“Very well. Hiyori may know his location—she has contacts near the area where he was last seen. But from what we’ve heard, yes—he’s in trouble.”

“How bad?” Sanji asked.

“We heard he’s been accused of murder and is now a wanted man.”

Sanji rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed but said nothing. He looked over the map one more time and decided he was happy with the plan. Kin’emon, beside him, looked impressed.

“Wow. I didn’t know you were so good at planning.”

Sanji gave him a half-smile. In truth, he wasn’t that good—it was just that he had already lived this exact moment once before. He knew the original plan, and with a few adjustments, this version might do even more damage to Orochi’s influence. And if they got to Orochi, they could reach Kaido too.

Besides, having Luffy here was a variable they didn’t have before. And Sanji had his own reasons for wanting to retrieve Zoro—stopping him before he got into deeper trouble, checking on his injuries, and meeting the people who saved him, Tonoyasu and O-Toko and for some reason he’d never admit, he was starting to miss the motivation that came from Zoro’s insults. Weird.

“Well, I should get going. The rest of you can wait until morning—it’ll look more natural when you enter the city and it’ll give Luffy and Law time to find more recruits,” Sanji said, standing up. “Hey, Kin’emon, do you have something for me to wear? Going through the forest or city in a suit doesn’t sound smart.”

“Oh—yes, of course. Wait here,” said Kin’emon, running off to the back of the cave.

Sanji nodded and began searching his pockets for his small container labeled number 3. He frowned, confused—he was sure he had it. Just then, Chopper touched his arm, holding the container and pointing toward the side of the cave.

It was clear Chopper wanted to talk in private. Sanji followed him, unaware that Nami had been watching him the entire time—wondering who this man was… and why she couldn’t stop looking at him.

Nami looked down with a sigh. She needed rest. Yeah, that was it. Everything felt confusing now, but surely sleep would help clear her mind… and help her focus on what was truly important.

[infamous21isback]

Unknown Place

Sanji woke up with a drowning sensation, gasping for air as he jolted upright, completely disoriented. The last thing he remembered was the unbearable heat of Kaido’s attack engulfing him, and the screams that managed to reach him in those final moments. He had just barely recognized the voices of Chopper and Usopp—but the one that pierced through his heart was Nami’s.

He knew she worried about him, even if she only saw him as a crewmate. Nami had a heart of gold, and if you looked past her sharp exterior, you’d find a woman who did everything she could to care for those she loved. Watching him throw himself into certain death couldn’t have been easy for her. And yet... he did it—to give them all a chance to escape.

Sanji took a deep breath and looked around to figure out where he was. He assumed he was dead. There was no way he’d survived that attack. Besides, this place was nothing like Wano. It was calm. It looked like an endless garden, full of wildflowers and soft, fresh grass. In the distance, he could hear waves crashing gently against a nearby shore, and despite everything, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

“Wow...”

He let his fingers run through the grass. The sweet scent of flowers surrounded him, and he closed his eyes, deeply inhaling the peaceful air. If this was death… at least it wasn’t hell.

Sanji placed a hand over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart—until his smile faded. His friends. Did they survive? Were they safe? He opened his eyes, looking around, desperate for something or someone—anything that could tell him what had happened after he died. He needed the truth.

“My sweet boy. You’ve grown so much.”

Sanji froze. That voice. He would know that voice anywhere. Tears welled in his eyes as he turned around—and saw her. The most important woman in his life: his mother. Sora stood there, smiling, her hand extended toward him. Sanji didn’t hesitate. He rushed forward and took her hand, pulling her into a hug he thought he’d never feel again.

“Mom?”

“Hello, my prince,” Sora whispered, gently running her fingers through his blonde hair like he was still her little boy. Then she stepped back to look at him, still holding his hand. “You’ve become so handsome... Come. We have a lot to talk about.”

Sanji didn’t say a word. He just followed her, his thoughts tangled between joy, grief, and confusion. He knew now—he had to be dead. But some part of him still wondered if he was dreaming. If maybe... maybe she was really here.

They walked in silence until they reached the top of a hill, where Sora sat down beneath the shade of a tree and gestured for him to do the same. She never let go of his hand.

“You made a noble choice, Sanji. Your attack gave your friends the chance to escape. But I’m afraid they didn’t take the news of your passing very well.”

“I figured that’d be the case,” Sanji replied with a tired smile, looking down. “But it was the only way I could think of to make sure they’d be okay.”

He glanced at her then, realizing she seemed to know his crew—really know them. That only confirmed what he already suspected. This had to be some version of heaven and if Kaido was right... maybe Luffy was here too.

“Mom, do you know Luffy, my captain?” Sanji asked, a flicker of anxiety in his voice. “Is he...?”

“I know him. That sweet boy, Luffy,” Sora said, smiling softly. “But no, he’s not here.”

She looked down at their joined hands.

“Luffy is in a state of limbo—between life and death. Because the Gods, or perhaps just one, refuse to let him go.”

Sanji blinked, startled, of course Luffy was different. Sanji had felt it many times before—his captain’s spirit was unmatched. His presence was like glue, holding them all together. He could be a bit of an idiot, sure, but there wasn’t a single member of their crew who wouldn’t give everything for him. It didn’t surprise him, then, to hear that Luffy had the favor of divine beings and yet, Sanji couldn’t stop the small smile spreading across his face.

“So that idiot has the favor of the Gods...” he whispered, tears forming again.

Sora nodded, wiping them away with gentle fingers.

“Yes. I’ve seen him. He’s quite special. His heart is always in the right place. Your friends believe he’s dead, and that’s breaking them—and they know you’re gone. They saw you swallowed by fire. They’re grieving both of you.”

“For me?”

Sora didn’t seem surprised by his question. She kept stroking his cheek, chuckling softly.

“It seems your friends love you more than you realize, my sweet boy. Especially the woman with the long orange hair... She’s still crying for you and your captain.”

“Nami-san?”

Sanji’s heart jumped in his chest. When Sora nodded, guilt crashed over him. He hated the idea of making her suffer. Of causing her pain. But he had done what he had to do—to protect them.

“Don’t think too hard,” said Sora, bringing him back to the present. “Like I said, your captain is in limbo. And only you can help him return to the real world and defeat Kaido for good.”

Sanji stared at her, confused.

“What?”

“There are things that cannot be changed, but there are others that can.” she sighed. “Forgive me, my love, but I can’t give you all the answers. I’m only allowed to tell you what the Gods want to offer you.”

“Offer me?”

Sanji’s throat tightened. If this was about saving Luffy, it didn’t matter what the cost was. His mother had said there was something special about Luffy—but even if there wasn’t, Sanji would never leave him behind. The crew needed their captain. The world needed him. He had to go back.

So if Sanji could help, he would.

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

“They want to bring you back to the moment you and your friends arrived Wano, during the storm that separated you, remember?” said Sora, and Sanji nodded even as he saw the tears in his mother’s eyes. “The idea is to give you the time and the lead—with your memories of future events, your Raid Suit, and your powers—to weaken Kaido’s influence and power so Luffy can defeat him in the only way he’ll be able to. But to do that... the Gods need an impact so strong that Luffy will lose his grip on reality, even if just for a moment. And that can only happen if he loses something dear to him.”

That’s when Sanji understood why he was here and why the Gods had a proposal.

“They want Luffy to lose me,” said Sanji, his breath catching as the truth sank in. “They want me to go back, help with the rebellion using all the information and power I have to strip Kaido and Orochi of their influence over Wano and then… I die so Luffy can defeat Kaido?”

Die so Luffy could do what he needed to do—and at the same time, die to save Luffy and ensure he survived.

“The Gods believe that the only way for Luffy to awaken his true power is through a shock so strong that it reaches his very core. And for that, they need someone brave enough to sacrifice himself for him. When they saw you jumping toward Kaido… well, you pretty much made the choice for them.”

Sanji took a deep breath. In reality, it made sense. All of them would be willing to die for Luffy—but Sanji… he could be replaced.

Zoro was Luffy’s sword, the man his captain trusted the most in a fight. Robin knew the secrets of the world—her mind was invaluable. Franky and Usopp were the ones in charge of the Sunny and the ones who made all the new gadgets for them. They were also the ones who kept the positive energy flowing. Chopper was the doctor—the best of them all. Brook had experience, and even if he never said it, Sanji believed there was more power in him than he let on. And last but never least was Nami—the navigator of the next King of the Pirates and the most famous cat burglar of the seas. She was the woman who kept them on the right path.

“I understand, Mom,” said Sanji, seeing the sadness in his mother’s eyes.

Sanji smiled, melancholic. Deep down, he knew his destiny had always been to give up his life for someone else. Funny enough, he always thought it would be for a woman—and after he joined the crew, he was convinced it would be for Nami or Robin. But thinking about it… dying for Luffy wasn’t that bad.

No, he thought. It’s an honor.

“I’ll do it,” said Sanji.

“I know,” said Sora, smiling at him softly, though sadness still clung to her. “Now that you’ve accepted their proposal, you’re going to go back to that moment when your ship was caught in the storm. You’ll have everything you need. And even if I strongly disagree, you may need your Raid Suit. Use it if you have to, Sanji. It’s important...”

“Alright,” whispered Sanji. “Mom...”

“There are many things you know—and others you don’t. Unfortunately, I can’t explain everything right now. But please… follow your heart, my sweet boy. It will guide you to make the right choices.”

Sanji understood what she meant and silently promised to follow her advice, even if he wasn’t sure what exactly he would do once he was back. All he knew was that he had a mission, and he was going to need everything he had to bring down Orochi and Kaido.

He looked at his hands—hands usually used to cook, to make others happy with his food. Now they were glowing gold, a sign that he was disappearing. And before it was too late, he looked at his mother with a smile, tears running down his face.

“I love you, Mom.”

Sora smiled, and then light engulfed him, blinding him as he was pulled from his peaceful heaven and thrown back into his past—where he needed to fight, and rewrite the ending for Luffy, Nami, and his crew. Sanji took a deep breath.

There was no room to fail.

-N3-

Sunny

When Sanji opened his eyes again, he was in a place he knew like the back of his hand—but in a situation completely out of his control. The Thousand Sunny was in the middle of a storm, just like he remembered, and exactly where his mother had told him he would be.

Going from the peace of ‘heaven’ to this chaos made him blink several times, stunned—but soon enough, his eyes focused on the group around him: Luffy, Carrot, Chopper, Brook, Pedro...

Wait, Pedro!?

Sanji was about to yell, but then he saw Nami—and his heart jumped to his throat. He smiled instinctively, forgetting his surroundings for a second, until the wind and the ocean slapped him back to awareness. They were in a very complicated situation.

Nami lost her balance, and without thinking, Sanji rushed to her and held her close to keep her from falling. When their eyes met, Sanji gave her a soft smile, trying to reassure her that everything would be fine—but the warmth he felt wasn’t just from physical contact. It was the overwhelming emotion of having her near him again.

In another time, he would have turned his eyes into hearts and started hopping around like a lovesick fool, screaming his love for her—but now... he knew how the story had to end. He had no right to express his love for her anymore, not even in jest. It didn’t matter if he acted silly or if she never took him seriously.

Sanji sighed. The only thing he regretted about the deal with the Gods was that he wouldn’t be able to be there for her—or for Robin-chan—ever again.

A loud noise snapped him back to reality. The deck cracked under the pressure, and Sanji looked up at the mast—it was about to snap in half, just like last time. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to find a way to keep the Sunny in one piece and the crew together.

That’s when he remembered... the Raid Suit.

He had it in his room, still debating what to do with it. Sanji hated the fact that he needed it, but what was he supposed to do? The Raid Suit could give him the boost he needed to get them out of the storm. Like it or not, it was the suit that activated his genetic modifications.

Now he needed that stupid thing—for a valid reason.

“Luffy!” Sanji yelled, looking up toward his captain. “Help me here! Keep Nami-san and the others safe!”

“We need to jump!” Luffy shouted, holding everyone tight with his extended arms.

“No! Trust me!” Sanji stopped him. “I know what to do!”

Luffy looked at him, surprised. So did Nami. But they didn’t contradict him. The captain nodded, serious, and made sure the rest of the crew were secure in his arms while Sanji turned and sprinted toward the boys’ cabin.

Once he reached it—lightning flashing, wind howling, and water pounding the Sunny—Sanji rushed to the side of the cabin. There it was: the small container with the number 3.

His stupid, rightful legacy. The thing he hated more than anything else in this life—and the only thing that could get them out of this.

Sanji grabbed it, a knot twisting in his stomach. He loathed the suit and everything it represented, but he was willing to wear it if it meant activating his abilities and being what the crew needed—what Luffy needed. Even if part of him felt sick at the thought of his brothers smirking, pleased to see him embrace the legacy he wanted no part of.

“For once, stupid Germa... you’re going to do something good.”

Sanji ran back out to the deck, facing the storm as if it were a new enemy to defeat. He took a quick glance around—Luffy was still holding the crew like a human shield, but it was clear they were running out of time.

With a heavy heart, Sanji dropped his cigarette to the soaked floor, crushed it beneath his foot, and looked at the container in his hand.

He sighed. It was time.

“Alright... let’s do it.”

Then, he activated the Raid Suit.

-N3-

From all the things Nami had expected to happen, this was the last. Sanji wasn't just using the Raid Suit he had gotten from one of his brothers while running from Big Mom—he was doing it consciously, to get the Sunny out of the storm.

Even if she had no idea how Sanji planned to save them, she had to admit—the suit looked good on him. Maybe it was the way he carried himself in that black fabric and flowing cape... or maybe it was the sunglasses, the covered mouth, the heroic stance. There was something different about him. Something more mature. A version of Sanji she had only glimpsed a few times before—focused, grounded, fearless.

That fearlessness sent a chill down her spine.

“Oh, are you cold, Nami?” Luffy asked, glancing down at her.

“Shut up,” she muttered, not taking her eyes off Sanji.

She watched as he flew with such speed it was hard to follow his movements. No lightning could touch him. No wind could push him back. He moved as if the sky itself belonged to him—elegant and powerful. It was like flying was a part of who he was.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck him. He had paused for just a moment—scanning the skies and the ship to decide what to do. The flash illuminated him in an instant, and Nami’s heart stopped. She instinctively reached out, as if she could grab him, terrified he’d fall from the sky.

But he didn’t. Sanji didn’t even flinch. He stayed in the air like nothing had happened. Then, he looked at her—with an expression she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t that foolish, flirty body language. It wasn’t hearts in his eyes. It was soft… and sad, for a moment, Nami thought she saw tenderness in his gaze. Then, he started giving orders.

“Nami-san, take the helm. Steer the ship toward any point you think can get us out of the storm. I’ll push the Sunny in that direction.”

“You’ll... push the Sunny?!” Nami cried, confused.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. For now—please—you, Luffy, and the others, steer the ship and keep it steady. Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Sanji extended a gloved hand toward her and let his fingertips graze her cheek. It was a light touch—but it felt so real, so grounding, that Nami almost said something, but before she could, he was gone, flying toward the back of the ship. She didn’t know what was going on—but something had changed in Sanji, and, whether she liked it or not, it was affecting her too. Still, there was no time to think. They had to get out of here.

Nami turned to Luffy, who was already focused. He stretched his arm, placing her gently near the helm. Then, he spread himself around the Sunny like a rubber barrier, shielding the ship without touching the water.

Beside her, Chopper and Carrot rushed to each side of the deck, ready to signal. Jinbe and Pedro joined them to help keep the ship steady, and Brook stood with Nami to assist at the helm.

Nami glanced up at the sky—and after a few minutes, she knew. It felt like the wind was speaking to her. She tightened her grip on the helm, confident now. With Brook’s help, she turned the wheel and shouted toward the others.

“Tell Sanji-kun we’re ready!”

Chopper and Carrot signaled, and seconds later, the Sunny surged forward in the direction Nami had chosen. It felt like a giant hand was pushing them from behind. Luffy laughed and turned his body into a sail, giving them an extra boost. Nami could barely believe it. They were going so fast it felt like they were flying. Brook laughed beside her. Chopper and Carrot jumped into each other’s arms. Jinbe and Pedro exchanged quiet smiles.

As the chaos fell behind them, Nami caught sight of Sanji—flying behind the ship, his leg extended as he pushed them forward. His leg. She was amazed. That strength… that control. But then she noticed the Raid Suit—there was smoke around it, either malfunctioning, or reacting to something. She wasn’t sure but it was clear this was taking a toll on him.

How far are you pushing yourself, Sanji-kun...?

Finally, after several minutes, they emerged from the worst of the storm. The skies were still gray, but the rain and lightning had stopped. They’d be fine. They just needed to reach land.

Nami adjusted the helm one last time, steadying their course. Their destination: Kuri. Kin’emon would be waiting there. When she was sure of their direction, Nami released the helm. Her arms were sore. They’d probably hurt later—but at least they were safe. She looked around. Brook was laughing with Luffy. Carrot and Chopper were still bouncing with joy with Jinbe and Pedro walked behind them, composed. Then—Sanji. He was flying toward them, slowly. When he landed, his legs gave out almost instantly.

“Sanji!”

Nami ran to him, but Luffy reached him first. He caught Sanji in his arms, his expression tight with worry. The suit flickered and vanished with a soft glow, leaving Sanji unconscious in his captain’s hold.

“Sanji!” Chopper cried, running over.

“Is he alright?!” Carrot shouted.

“Sanji-san!” Brook called.

Nami dropped to her knees beside Luffy, her hand instinctively finding Sanji’s. It was cold, unmoving—but alive. That alone brought her some peace.

“He’s exhausted,” said Chopper after a quick examination. “The suit might have something to do with it. Maybe it’s just the effects of using it for the first time. But it doesn’t matter right now. Luffy, he needs rest.”

“Then let’s take him to bed,” Carrot said, worried.

Nami didn’t want to let go of his hand but she had no choice. Luffy stood and carried Sanji wordlessly toward the boys’ cabin. No one followed. She knew Luffy was hurting—seeing one of his nakama like that tore him apart. He took their health seriously but all Nami wanted was to go with Sanji—to sit beside him and make sure he was okay. Instead, she stayed behind.

She took a deep breath and stepped back to the helm. Her hands were trembling. Her chest was tight, but she focused—on the sea, on the wind, on their course, she owed him that much. This was the only thing she could do now—to repay him for everything.

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AN: The fic is also being posted here -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/67424383/chapters/174223873

and we have the spanish version here -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/66712417/chapters/172123537

But I will be posting here too. I hope you enjoy it!

[infamous21isback]

Summary:

Kaido has killed Luffy, and with him, the Straw Hats' adventure also ends. Or so Sanji thought until, thanks to an encounter he never expected to have and doesn't fully understand, he wakes up days earlier. His memories are intact, and he has an opportunity he never asked for: to change his nakamas' destiny... in exchange for his own life. Back at the beginning, just before arriving at Wano, Sanji must keep his knowledge of the future a secret while protecting his nakamas. But every decision tips the scales, and carrying the truth might be harder than he imagined. This is a story about loyalty, redemption, and the price of love when you know you're going to disappear.

Notes:

This is the English version of my fanfiction, "Number 3." I've added a few small things that weren't in the original, just a few phrases or sentences here and there, but otherwise, it's the same story. Please note that this story will be posted more slowly, as my priority is still to finish the other version first. Also, the translation might not be perfect since English isn't my native language. Even so, I hope you all enjoy it! Disclaimer: The characters and canon story belong to Eiichiro Oda and Shueisha. I hope you like it!

Prologue

Onigashima was an ocean of fire. Injured warriors were everywhere, people searching for others were scattered all across the ruins, and unmoving bodies littered the battlefield. A suffocating pressure surrounded him like never before. Sanji had opened his eyes only moments ago, learning from a kind woman that she had brought him to safety after his battle with Queen and had tended to his wounds while he was unconscious. Sanji smiled at her and thanked her as best he could, but his mind was far from the present. He needed to find his friends. He needed to find Nami... he needed to find Luffy, who was still fighting Kaido.

He got up, grabbed his shirt and suit jacket, and ran as fast as he could. Fortunately, the other samurai knew him well enough and were able to tell him where Chopper was. The little doctor was tending to the injured with the help of Usopp and Franky. Brook played a soft melody to ease their pain. Robin was caring for a seriously wounded Zoro and also helping Nami deliver food to those who couldn’t move. Nami took her time easing the sorrow of those who had lost friends, family, and love.

Sanji smiled. It was so good to see them.

He walked toward them slowly. His leg was on fire—not from his Ifrit Jambe, but from the damage sustained in his fight with Queen. Despite all his newfound ability and his Armament Haki, his muscles were blazing with pain, and it felt like his bones might break, even if he knew they wouldn’t. His smile softened when his eyes met Chopper’s, and the little reindeer looked at him in surprise.

“Sanji!”

Sanji tried to walk toward him, but his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. He barely felt the soft touch of Robin’s hands, sprouted by her ability, catching him. A moment later, steadier hands touched his face and body—real ones. Sanji looked up to see Nami holding him.

“Sanji-kun...” Nami whispered, her voice shaking with relief and exhaustion. “You're alive!”

“You doubted me? That hurts, Nami-san,” Sanji whispered with a chuckle.

Nami smiled at him and helped him toward Chopper, until Franky stepped in to help them move faster. Chopper quickly rushed to his side. Since Sanji wasn’t wearing his shirt, it was easy to see the surface injuries, but Chopper knew him too well—he knew the damage was worse than it looked.

With a quick, soft motion, Chopper pressed on Sanji’s ribs, watching his face twist in pain. Yet Sanji didn’t scream. He knew Nami, Robin, and many samurai were nearby.

“Sanji, I don’t know how you survived,” said Chopper, frowning.

“I know. I guess I was lucky,” Sanji replied, watching Franky hand Chopper an injection.

“No, you don’t understand. Queen destroyed you. I saw your body completely broken, and then he hit you with his sword—in your face! But you endured it. You didn’t even have a scratch! You should be dead!”

Sanji closed his eyes. He was too tired to fabricate a proper lie or give an explanation. Beside him, Nami looked horrified, and Franky seemed stunned. Sanji didn’t see them—he let Chopper’s soft murmurs wash over him as he offered the worried doctor a tired smile. When Chopper stopped talking, Sanji half-opened his eyes to glance at Zoro. They didn’t need many words. They had already said everything they needed to say. Then Sanji looked at Robin and Brook, who were close to Zoro.

“By the way, thanks for the save,” Sanji whispered.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Robin said with a soft smile. “It was the best strategy, even if you didn’t plan it that way. Black Maria had a way of getting into people’s minds, but I know you called me because you didn’t want to break your code. You knew I could defeat her.”

“I could never hit a woman,” Sanji said, trying to stay conscious.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to the side to find Nami. Jinbe was there too, watching him with too many questions in his eyes. But in that moment, Sanji had no answers. Besides, he’d rather get lost in Nami’s eyes forever. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He knew the effect Nami had on him. He loved her—now more than ever. But the fear of losing his emotions, of no longer being himself, held him back from going further.

If he changed… would she reject him? Sanji tried to push the thought aside as he took her hand in his and looked at her as if nothing was wrong.

“Don’t worry, Nami-san. It’s not that bad. Somehow, I have the same abilities as my brothers. I can endure more, I’m stronger and faster too, and I can adapt it to my Armament Haki and flames.”

Nami’s expression didn’t soften. Sanji knew her worry wasn’t only about his injuries anymore. He was basically telling her he now had the body of a full-blooded warrior—one who could take more risks. But that was a conversation for later. For now, Sanji turned to Chopper and touched his shoulder to get his attention. He pointed at the injured samurai.

"Take care of them first. I’ll be fine. I just need—”

An explosion interrupted him. Sanji opened his eyes wide as he felt a suffocating pressure in his chest coming from the top of Onigashima. It had to be Luffy, still fighting. He tried to get up. Zoro clearly couldn’t fight. Jinbe was at his limit too. They couldn’t help.

Sanji took a deep breath, let go of Nami’s hand, and softly pushed Chopper aside. His legs were shaking, but he took a step forward. He had to get to Luffy. With that determination, he managed two more steps before collapsing.

Goddammit, Germa! Help me for once in your life!

“Sanji-kun!”

Nami was at his side in an instant. She helped him up—but Sanji started coughing up blood. His body was on fire, reacting to his advanced genetics evolving too quickly for his system to stabilize. His heart ached, but he focused on what mattered. He had to reach Luffy, and yet—

"Sanji!”

Nami’s terrified voice snapped him back to the present. Sanji looked at her, ready to ask what was wrong, when he noticed something. There was blood on Nami’s arms and kimono. Sanji frowned. She hadn’t looked injured before.

“Chopper! Chopper, come here!” Nami screamed in desperation before looking back at him. “We’re going to figure out what’s happening to you, Sanji-kun, don’t worry.”

Oh… Sanji thought, finally understanding. It's my blood.

In a way, he was glad it was his blood and not hers. He smiled—until another explosion shook the castle to its core. He tried to rise again, but Nami pushed him down, gently but firmly, keeping him by her side until Chopper reached them.mMeanwhile, Sanji could only think about Luffy. He was still fighting—alone. Could he win? Could he survive? Luffy was the heart of their crew. If something happened to him...

“Luffy...” Sanji whispered, coughing more blood.

Nami looked away, but she squeezed his shoulder tenderly, understanding why he was so agitated. Sanji had a deep debt with Luffy—because Luffy was the one who had forgiven him after what happened with Big Mom and Germa. Luffy was the only one who had believed in him from the start and now...

The third explosion was different. They all looked outside through the broken windows and saw a blue figure—something like a dragon—laughing as it stared directly at them.

“The Straw Hat is dead!” Kaido roared. “And now I will take care of the rest of you!”

Sanji wanted to scream, but Nami was quicker, standing beside him with tears in her eyes, refusing to believe Kaido’s words.

“You’re lying!” Nami screamed. “Luffy’s not dead! He always comes back! He would never let himself be defeated by someone like you!”

Kaido looked at her, and Sanji forced his body to move, shielding Nami. If Kaido dared touch her, he would get the surprise of his life.

“Luffy!” Nami cried, trying her best not to break down. “Luffy!”

Kaido smiled. Sanji saw Zoro twitch his fingers. Ironically, they were the ones entrusted to protect Luffy—and they had failed. Now, they couldn’t even reach him. Sanji growled, rage igniting as blue flames surrounded his leg. Kaido finally looked at him.

“I know you… you must be that Germa trash,” Kaido said, unimpressed. “Linlin told me about you.”

Sanji didn’t respond. His leg burned with rage. He coughed blood. His curled eyebrow shifted. He was preparing to fight one last time, even knowing he wouldn’t touch Kaido—let alone damage him, but maybe… maybe he could buy them time.

“He should have abandoned you there… if he had, Linlin would’ve never come here. Maybe he’d have lived long enough to see you all fall with him,” Kaido said.

“Shut up,” Sanji growled.

The fire in his leg flared as his heart screamed a silent plea.

Please, if there’s a god somewhere—take me instead of Luffy. Without him, there’s no crew. No future. No dreams.

A tear ran down Sanji’s cheek. No. He wouldn’t believe Luffy was gone. He took a deep breath, focused on the fire in his heart, and leaned forward, ready to charge Kaido. But before he could move, a hand stopped him. It was Nami, gripping his arm with trembling hands, pleading with her eyes.

Don’t do this. Please. Don’t fight Kaido.

He understood her—he truly did. But he couldn’t stay. If he did, they would all die. Sanji gave her a soft smile, a goodbye, then turned away and tore himself from her grasp, hurling himself at Kaido, his leg ablaze with blue fire. Kaido smiled, opening his mouth to unleash an attack on Sanji and the remaining Straw Hats—just as Sanji expected. If he could hold the attack back long enough, the others might survive.

“Ifrit... Jambe!” Sanji roared, using all the strength he had left.

It was madness—but it was all he had. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jinbe and Brook taking the lead, dragging the others away. The impact would be devastating. The heat was unbearable, even for him.

Sanji screamed as his leg made contact with the blast. He used every ounce of his strength to hold it back until Kaido’s flames engulfed him, devouring Sanji like the dragon itself. The last thing he heard was a scream. Someone was sobbing—screaming his name and then—nothing.