Sir crocodile (CrocoSan)

Crocodile was Sanjis boyfriend of several months,being a stable (somewhat gruff and grumpy,especially around Luffy)presence to a man who had been abused by his father and brothers as a child. But the warlord knew Sanji. knew every expression and tone. knew Sanji was touch starved. But one late afternoon,Crocodile had retired early to bed, which was a private room in the Going Merry,the Straw Hats ship,since Luffy had forced the warlord to join his crew after witnessing the warlord save Sanjis life...Sanji received a message from a transponder snail. It sounded just like Crocodile,same deep gravelly voice. Cold and uncaring this time. "I never cared about you. You've always just been a worthless,weak piece of garbage that no one wants. And I've come to realize that. I don't want you. Just get out of my sight. I never want to see you again." It sounded like his Crocodile ... But so real...did he really think that-?! Sanji didn't even bother to get his things,but he didn't care,or stop,even though this was a new island no one on the crew had ventured on yet. Crocodile hates me. Kept running through his head . It didn't even occur to him that it night not have really been Crocodile saying those things. Sanji slipped on the ground,bruising his shoulder deeply...but he didn't stop. Meanwhile the warlord had blinked awake. Realizing how cold it felt without Sanji there. He looked around the kitchen,the entire place until a flash of blonde hair streaking past the window.,although he left his massive golden colored hook behind so he didn't further scare Sanji. He called out for Sanji,bursting out onto the deck. Sanji didn't answer,running faster. Crocodile could hear the sobbing sound pierce the air. He started running after him,his heart clenching as Sanji ran into something,staggering in pain for a second before continuing. What Sanji didn't remember that since he was in the sand,Croc was in his element and could just materialize in front of him.

Running after Sanji after his cook heard a fake Crocodile voice via transponder snail driving the cook away.