"He's not gonna give her to us..." Law spoke under his breath only for Nami and Sanji to hear. How are we going to get her? This is clearly a trap. Law grits his teeth, time is running out. I never realized my 'Room' were still active... A playful smirk played across Law face. "Shambles," the smirk still lied plastered across the ravenette's face. One second you were strapped to Doflamingo's hip, and lying within Law's inked palms the next.

"Whoa!" Nami beamed.

"We all know getting her back isn't going to be this easy!" Usopp pulled down on his hat scared to death of what may come of this rather easy trade off. Doflamingo's a genius! No way he'd so easily let his guard down.

Doflamingo's face wretched with a boiling anger. Turns out Usopp was wrong, the flamingo did let down his guard to an unhealthy degree. His plan were falling apart. "And here I thought Trafalgar hasn't seen the girl as a weapon..." Doflamingo reeled back his arms, hands comforting with one gesture after another.

Law swung his sword, shedding it of it's turquoise sheath. "Get Caesar and (Y/n) out of here. Go to Zou!" He barked, surrounding the area with an even larger 'Room' preparing to teleport the Straw Hats to safety. Sanji shoved Law backwards.

"Screw that! I'm getting (Y/n) to Zoro ASAP," there was no hesitation. Law held up his hand to chest level.

"Then go," and poof, Sanji vanished from the scene. Sanji was dazed for a brief second, the aftermath of the teleport made his mind go blank. When his mind came back, Sanji could've sworn he were never given you. Yet there you lied, in the palms of his hands with a buzzing ghostly aura.

Upon arriving at the front gates of Corrida Colosseum, Sanji ran around, trying to figure out just where exactly his crew were within the battlefield. Although unfortunately, the Colosseum wasn’t allowing anyone to enter or exit, so Sanji had to sneak around and watch from behind steel bar cages. It wasn’t long till a vibrant head of green had caught his eye. “Meathead!” Sanji thrashed and kicked against the cage keeping contestants of the Corrida Colosseum from escaping or entering the Colosseum. Zoro was way too involved with the slaughtering of fighters to notice the blonde. Sanji knew it must’ve been selective hearing, that or his mind was clouded with the goal of winning said Tournament to win you back. If only Zoro knew the truth, or at the very least paid more attention to his surroundings. His damn girlfriend is closer than he thinks!

“Zoro! Zoro pay some damn attention!” Sanji growled, holding you close. “I got (Y/n)!” The mention of your name had Zoro cease his fighting and take on a defensive stance for the time being. In Sanji’s hands like that black steel blade shared with a green jade, a handle wrapped in silky emerald green ribbon, and a hilt lined with gold. A mirror image of your majestic weapon form. Zoro’s heart stopped for a second, that can’t be you. And if that so happened to be you, how in the hell did Sanji manage to get you?

After a good minute’s time, Zoro resumed his fighting. Sanji’s jaw nearly dropped. “Mosshead! Stop fighting and come and get her!!!”

“It’s not her ya dumbass!” Zoro growled through the sword clenched between his teeth. “Nobody but ME should be able to hold her as a sword!” Zoro remembered two years back. The day the baboons attacked, he didn’t have his swords on hand so you transformed into your old cross sword design. Zoro couldn’t lift the face of your steel blade no more than merely an inch from the stone flooring, not because he wasn’t your labeled ‘Master’ at the time, it were because you both weren’t mentally linked as one. Zoro knew for a fact Sanji couldn’t wield you, then again it probably were his rivalry with the blonde interfering with the situation at hand.

Sanji heard Zoro for a fact, forgetting that as a weapon shifter, you can’t be held by anyone but your master. Was this sword in his hands actually not the golden eyed girl he’s came to know? No… This sword has to be you, Sanji can feel it in his gut and there’s only one way he can prove your existence. The blonde remembered the really hot days, the days you wore tank tops or on a lucky occasion just your bra or a bikini. The sight of those large, bouncing, beautiful breasts etched on his mind. A scar in the shape of an X stretched from shoulders to hips across your breasts were always a memorable fact. That scar, is all he needs to prove your existence.

Sanji fumbled around with the handle to the sword, just trying to find a beginning or an end to the rather worn and dirty emerald ribbon hugging it. Sanji couldn’t help but frown, was the ribbon on the handle really this torn up? The last time he saw you within sword form the ribbon was rough yet had a glossy look to it, nearly brand new. Now, the longer he examines the weapon, looked like the sword was weather beaten to hell and back. Either this is an old sword, or you undertook some grave physical damage while in Doflamingo’s custody. “Fuck it,” Sanji growled, biting the handle and ripping the threads to the ribbon creating a new end. Quickly, he unraveled the handle, and there it was, like an engraving, was that scar you sported on your chest showing within this form.

“Zoro!” Sanji waved you around once more. Zoro’s attention remained on the battle, at this point trying to ignore the perverted blonde to the best of his ability. “It’s her! It’s (Y/n)! It has her scar!!!” Sanji exclaimed with urgency. The mention of your scar made Zoro’s heart skip a beat, he didn’t waste a second, Zoro crossed his swords, his steel gaze piercing the crowd.

“3000 Worlds!” Zoro unleashed this impressive tornado, a tornado that dug into the rock hard ground like a tremor. The man couldn’t help but stare down at the sword in his right hand, the sword of Shanks. The blade was dull, but the power behind it could rip the world apart just like you. Not a second to lose, Zoro snapped out of his daze and made way for Sanji, his other half was awaiting him!

“How’d you find her?” Zoro muttered, trying to conceal his happiness as well as keep a firm exterior infront of his rival.

“Doflamingo had her,” Sanji handed you over through the gates of the Colosseum. “Law used his devil fruit to get her from him,” the explanation went in one ear and out the other. Zoro was thrilled to have you back, but once his fingers brushed over you, your presence was faint, present, yet so very faint like a ghost. You were weightless too, and the appearance of your sword was atrocious. A scratched, indented, discolored blade. A firm hand held the filthy discolored emerald ribbon that dangled from the hilt in wordless shock.

Sanji almost spoke, realizing that he weren’t mistaken that your form had made a drastic change since your appearance. Zoro confirmed such… “That bastard hurt (Y/n),” Zoro hissed. “(Y/n)... Wake up, transform back,” nothing happened, as the same sword as before lied within his hands. Sanji saw Zoro’s eye grow glossy under the light, something broke within him. “(Y/n)... I need to see you. Scratch that… At least say something to me. I need to know you’re okay,” the only sounds that filled the void were the battlecries of those in the colosseum. “What’s wrong?” Zoro’s voice were airy. He knows you’re in there, but why aren’t you answering to his call?

“We need to get out of here Zoro,” Sanji suggested. “We have (Y/n), let’s get out of here and worry about her later. For all we know she could be unconscious!”

Zoro couldn’t disagree with Sanji for a change. “I can’t leave until we win the Tournament,” was the only disagreement. “Luffy has his heart set on winning Ace’s devil fruit-”

“Zoro! Hey Zoro!!!” Luffy hollered above the mess of the battle. Through the heat, Luffy stood on the opposite end of the field with a loud green haired weirdo and a blonde wearing sophisticated clothing of blue and white. “Come here! We’re leaving!!!” Their Captain claimed.

“What the-”

“Don’t question it,” Sanji rolled his eyes. “Just find a damn way out.”