A/N: Hello! Welcome to my new story. Yes, I'll be doing 2 at once because my brain is weird. Anyways, this story does take place in an Alternate Universe because for some reason I prefer that. Not saying the One Piece Universe isn't good, just that it's easier seeing these characters in an AU as well. So, most of these guys are in high school and the weather is like the weather where I live. And yes, lovely romance and maybe some sex but who knows. Anyways, disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or the characters. Rated M because of possible swearing and sex scenes. Enjoy

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Sanji sat up in bed, lights a cigarette and blows a puff of smoke out. The lump next to him shifted and let out an inaudible moan before turning over. Sanji stared at the woman sleeping next to him, before getting out of bed and getting his clothes on. One night stands are just too easy, he thought as he tip toed out of this woman's apartment and headed to his foster home. He finished his cigarette about halfway to his home and lit up another one.

He's hoping that Zeff isn't awake to whoop his ass for coming home at 6 in the morning on a Monday morning. But that doesn't matter, not like Sanji ever obeyed his foster father before. Being those kids who would always go home jumping, Sanji never had patience for higher authorities. He'd rather do things his way and his way only.

If he wanted to stay out late then he'll do it. If he wanted to smoke weed with his friend Ace, he would. Nothing ever stopped him from this self-destructive behaviour, but somehow Zeff convinced him to stay at home more often than going out to parties. It was partially due to Sanji's natural love for cooking and Zeff's hardass attitude.

When Sanji climbed the tree into his room, Zeff was already up and waiting for him.

"Eggplant, what the hell are you doing home so late?" Zeff asked.

"None of your business," Sanji muttered, throwing the butt out the window. "I'm going to school." He grabbed his bag and headed downstairs to prepare a light lunch. Light so he can skip and go anywhere but the school yard.

"What the hell did you say!?" He heard the heavy steps of Zeff as he headed down the wooden stairs. His wooden leg seemed to echo louder this time. Sanji knew he fucked up somewhere but the pride in him made him bite back an apology.

"Nothing." Sanji continued packing his light lunch, which consisted of a light sandwich, some homemade vegetable crackers and humus; and a small fruit cup. He hated those fucking things, but someone – Probably that weirdo Franky who lived next door to them – gave it to them and Sanji was not the type to waste food.

"Don't you dare come back this late yer hear?" Zeff said close to Sanji's ear. Sanji jumped a bit, and backed away quickly. He didn't even hear the old geezer come that close to him. How? Sanji just nodded and Zeff sent him on his way.

Sanji was going to skip class, he hated the first two. Though he was a smart kid, Sanji just never liked showing up. He disliked his knuckle headed classmates and thought that working alone without any distractions – namely two kids named Luffy and Usopp – was much more beneficial for his health. Regardless, he still showed up for the last two, but that's to ogle at the nice view he had.

But as he walked to school, something hit him on the back of his head. Glaring, he turned around to see Luffy and Usopp and Chopper dragging a green-haired boy with them. Sanji gave no mind to them and headed his usual shortcut. During this time, he gave the fruit cup to a homeless man named Brook who thanked him ever so generously. It's been a tradition for him, the more fruit cups that Zeff took in, the more Brook got.

"Uh… Sanji-san?" Brook said, slurping the juice and fruit.

"Hm?" Sanji asked, lighting up another cigarette. He wondered if he should invest in an e-cigarette and save some cash. But somehow he lost himself in thought and wasn't paying attention to what Brook was saying. "Sorry, could you—" A small boy wearing a straw hat came barreling out of nowhere and colliding with him.

A grunt escaped Sanji's mouth, and his smoke fell out. Luffy stood there, hands on his hips and laughing. This irritated Sanji to no end as he pulled out another roll.

"Sanji!" Luffy cried. "Are you going to be in class today?"

"Maybe," he answered, lighting it up and taking a nice long drag.

"It would be cool if you are. We got a new classmate!" Sanji looked at the younger boy curiously. A new classmate? He looked up to where the straw hat boy was pointing. Sure enough, he was pointing to the green-haired boy, looking down at his boots. Usopp and Chopper were trying to converse with him to no avail. Clearly that marimo didn't feel like talking. No matter, neither did Sanji at this point.

Luffy talked the entire way there, mainly about meat and some other crap no one wanted to hear, till something perked Sanji's interest.

"So, the new kid's name Zoro and rumor has it that he got kicked out of three different schools!" Luffy exclaimed, before shoving something into his mouth. Sanji stared at him, slightly appalled. Not because of Zoro's supposed bad boy history, but at the gluttony known as Luffy D Monkey. Whatever, I'm going now.

Sanji jumped over the parking barrier and headed to the smoking corner. He grinned when he saw Ace, Nami and Robin already there. They stared at him, then at Luffy.

"Ace!" Luffy screamed. "Why aren't you coming to class!?"

"Not today Luffy!" Ace called back. "I have something to do!"

"Can I come!?"

"Not today. How about tomorrow?" Luffy's smile wavered a bit before he just nodded.

"Okay! It's a promise!" He ran into the school, screaming and laughing. Sanji wondered how Ace could handle Luffy on a day to day basis. Honestly, just being around him gives Sanji a massive headache.

"Alright," Ace said. "Let's go." The girls nodded and started walking. Ace followed, then Sanji.

"Oi." A single word somehow drew Sanji's attention back to the school. In the parking lot, he saw Zoro standing there. His eyes narrowed into an intense glare. That didn't last long though. Sanji just scowled back before turning his head and walking away. Something that everyone in his life was good at.