Author: Hello! Thank you for your support, guys, you're amazing! I love you all! So, here is chapter three where we see more badassery (is than even a word?) from Sanji! I hope you enjoy it and keep on supporting this story :)

Chapter III – Family reunion

Sanji found himself in a luxury suite. It wasn't strange as he was technically a 'prince'. Irony, what a horrifying lover you are. He hadn't created Mr. Prince because he was a prince, he had created it because he liked considering himself as a fairy tale prince. Not because he was a prince of a family of assassins. There wasn't anything royal about the Vinsmoke, no matter how they loved to claim themselves as kings of the North. The cook looked at himself in the mirror, the wings were still weak and would being drag around when he walked, he hated it. At least he could put on clothes now that the tailor had brought more 'fitting' clothes. Her sister was behind him, sitting on a chair and Sanji looked at his wrists, the wristlets were still there and he hated them with his all. They were a permanent threat to his dream.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone, Reiju." He walked to stand in front of the windows looking outside where the soldiers were training. Just yesterday one of their own was killed by their 'king' and they were still as loyal as dogs.

"Somebody has to keep you company and since Yonji hadn't forgive you for what you did to his face, Ichiji and Niji hadn't arrived and Father is quite busy, I was the one appointed to it." It didn't startle him when she felt her sister's hands caressing the crook of one of his wings, mesmerized. "I remember these when you were given them, they were small and feeble, they would break every day, they were white and gold with some silver streaks, and look at them now, they are still weak but with so much potential…"

Sanji didn't move, thinking back to those days. He remembered them quite well. His routine wasn't that different from his sibling's routine, though they had different experiments done to each other. Judge had wanted each one of them to be quite unique. Thus, Yonji had been made a cyborg, Reiju had been made a poisonous butterfly, Sanji, an angel, Niji had been made something that allowed him to shapeshift, changing into whoever he wanted as long as he could touch them one, he remembered with pleasure how fucking painful it was for his older brother to change forms, it wasn't like Mr. 2 ability, no, it was more than that, and lastly Ichiji had been made a demon. Surely Madman had wanted to have the counterpart of an angel.

They would be woken up before the sun rose and trained with weapons, any weapon, swords, spears, bows, crossbows, guns, shields… anything that could be used as a weapon really. Then they trained their bodies. They had to be perfect killing machines to be leaders of their army. At noon they would stop and eat and they would go on separate ways. He didn't know what was going on with his brothers and sister, he didn't like to think of it because mostly he could see that he wasn't the only one affected by his training. He could see how his brothers and sister were been taken to the infirmary like him. Yet, Sanji knew what he had to go through every day.

It started with strengthening his wings by making him fly. At first it had been more like soaring, he was thrown from a high place and ordered to open his wings and kept them like that. It had been a disaster. Sanji wasn't born with wings and it took every ounce of strength to just know that he could open his wings, then it came the fact that they were as feeble as a newborn bird's wings and they didn't supported him and oh, how many times he fell and broke. When he was able to reaming in the air without falling, he was ordered to fly, to learn to do a vertical takeoff, which meant not jumping from places to fly, but do it using his own wings' strength. Every second of it hurt and Sanji would crawl on his bed and cry every night. Some of those nights he wondered what would be to be a cyborg, because that was the easiest power the sibling's had, being made of metal wasn't difficult and it didn't hurt.

They didn't have to deal with physical training, but also with studies. They had common studies like history, politics, economics and languages. But they also had individual studies, in the case of Sanji, he had studied some of his individual studies with Ichiji. They studied strategy – because he was going to be up there with his older brother and they had to know how to guide their siblings through a mission – aerodynamics to understand how he could fly and how was the better way of doing it. Ichiji and he were the only ones that could actually fly, so it was useful to know stuff like that. It was worse for him since Ichiji was an asshole and kept on torturing him while he was trying to listen to their teacher. His brother had been a sick bastard even then.

"Are you listening to me, little brother?" Sanji was brought back from memory lane with a painful pull of his wings. "Listen when I'm talking to you, Sanji."

"What?" He was going to kick her so hard… like he could. "Don't you get it that I'm ignoring you?"

"How dare you! Ignoring the heir of the family…" Oh, true, Reiju was the actual heir of the Vinsmoke family; she was also the main reason why Sanji couldn't hit a woman. "I'm saying that Ichiji sent a message, they are arriving today and want to see you, so, get ready to see your beloved older brother."

Finally, his sister left him alone and Sanji smiled. They really thought they had cornered him, didn't they? Well, they were going to find out that he wasn't the same scared, little boy anymore. They thought he was going to be submissive and listen to them, well… they could go and fuck themselves. He walked into the bathroom and looked for razor, those idiots were too arrogant and Sanji found what he was looking for. He prepared himself mentally and took off his shirt, relaxing his muscles.

Inhaling deeply and focusing on the task at hand, Sanji started to cut through feathers, tendons, muscles and when he reached the bone, he used his hand to snap it, like he would do with a chicken, and kept cutting until one wing was down. He had to rest then, dizzy and nauseous. Fuck, it was easier when it was cutting just a few centimetres at best… He still got another wing to go and he didn't have that much time. If he was found like this, they would see him as weak and Sanji wasn't weak. Not anymore. He supported himself using the sink and calmed his breathing. He started with the second, this time it took more time, he had to stop every few minutes to catch his breath and then start once again. Finally the last tendon gave up and his wings were both on the bloodied floor. Sanji put on his shirt and sat on the sofa, he didn't care about the blood soaking the white material or his shirt or the sofa, no, all he cared about were his siblings' faces when they got to see that he wasn't going to play by the rules.

"Sanji, our brothers ar-…what have you done!?" He must have dozen off since when Reiju entered it was dark outside. "Your wings!"

"I don't have wings, Reiju, neither do you." They were humans, not monsters. "Now, what were you saying?"

"I'm calling Doctor Demetrio: he will fix you in a second." Her sister left in a hurry. They could 'fix' him as many times as they wanted, he was going to do the same once and again until they realised that he wasn't going to allow them to have their way.

"Sanji-sama, did you do it again?" He opened his eyes to see the doctor kneeling beside him, opening his small case where there were more injections of that drug of his. "Mutilating yourself is a syndrome of a mental disorder; do you wish to talk about it?"

"I don't have any disorder, shitty doctor, you do." He could feel his sister and one of his brothers standing behind him. Great, he couldn't see his fucking face.

"Hold him, Ichiji-sama." A pair of hands held him down, squeezing his shoulders hard enough that Sanji knew that he was going to have bruises afterwards.

"You truly are a weakling, Sanji." His brother's voice sent a shiver down her spine, it was cold and distant, but it held some anger. "If father didn't need you, I would kill you myself."

"Like you could kill me, bastard." The doctor injected him with that drug and the burning sensation began once again, Sanji tensed and tightened his lips as to not let even one noise come out of him. He wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. But how hard it was… the pain was even worse than the previous time and he almost fainted during the process.

"Oh, they are even more beautiful now, Sanji!" When it ended, Ichiji let him go and he almost fell, he was just being held back by his sister's hand on his chest. "Don't you think, Ichiji?"

"They look weak as fuck; guess I'll have to train you from tomorrow onwards. Again." Yeah, like he was going to let his fucktard siblings 'teach' him anything. "You, take out anything of this bedroom and bathroom that can be used to cut. And I mean anything, if this shithead pulls out something like this again, I'll kill you."

The maiden yelped and Sanji wanted to kick his shit brother's head for talking like that to a woman. He wouldn't do it, though, even if he weren't weak as fuck right now. Reiju helped him get onto his bed, caressing his wings still and saying how she 'loved the new pattern because it was so dark and fitting'. Shut your trap, Reiju, that's what Sanji thought. They left him there, resting, and at some point, unconsciousness took over him. The cook thanked for it, he needed to rest if he wanted to take on his brothers and father. Their family had other plans when as soon as the Sun rose, Sanji was brusquely awoken by his elder brother. Sanji took a moment to study him. It was strange how all of them – well, except Reiju – had the same body type: thin, lean and yet muscular enough; Ichiji wasn't an exception, his spiky hair stood as weirdly as it used to. Ignoring all that, Sanji looked behind him, his wings were as ugly as the last time he had seen him.

Ichiji's wings were just like a bat's wings, when spread, the little veins were visible if you put a light against them. The bones, almost too thin to believe he could fly, were black and the colour went from a mahogany red in the closest part to the body, passing through a scale of wine, currant and blood reds to a ruby at the tip of the wings. Calling them ugly was natural, they were the representation of evil in almost any religion in the world. They were a representation of how evil his fucking family was.

"Get up, you have training." His brother's boot was on his bed and it was fucking disgusting. "Move or I drag you."

"Fuck off. I'm not going to train." Sanji rolled but his brother pulled him out of bed by his wing and Sanji groaned. "What are you doing!?"

"Did that hurt, little Sanji?" Sanji got up, trembling and trying to move his wing like he remember, but found it too weak as to free it from his brother's grasp. "You're disgusting weak, an embarrassment for our family."

"I'm not a member or your family, bastard!" Finally, Ichiji let his wing go and Sanji found himself caressing the zone. "I'm not and never will be a part of this family! When are you going to get it, fucktard!?"

His brother was looking at him, crazed eyes.

"You'll soon understand that there is no other place for you or other family, Sanji. Even if I have to kill all your friends and those foolish cooks at the Baratie" Ichiji turned around and left he locked in the room.

"ICHIJI!" Sanji threw himself against the door, knocking on it, calling his brother. "Ichiji! Let my friends alone, you bastard! Leave them out of this!"

Guests' reviews:

Guest1: It was in his face literally, haha... I hope it happened like that, you know? Suck it, Yonji hahaha... Well, don't worry if Sanji gets negative sometimes, he feels down because he is in a country (boat, snail?) where almost everyone is a man (jk, he is just that negative when it comes to his family). And I hope that with this chapter you got to see that Sanji isn't giving up yet, but he is trapped (remember the wristlets, thanks, Big Mom, you're a bitch)

Yes, but he has lied to his friends, kept hidden information, let's called it. Sanji just don't want to face his friends and tell them "Hey, I've got wings!". But I agree with you, Luffy and Chopper would be thrilled (like when Franky shows up something incredible :P) Thank you for your support, sweetheart.

Ye: You're welcome. Thank you for your support, my dear.