Author's Notes: I don't own any of the One Piece characters. They are all owned by the absolutely excellent Eiichiro Oda!!!
This is an AU story, and is not intended to be a YAOI story with Zoro and Sanji. (Yes, there may be yaoi-ish situations, as they are very good friends and business partners. However, despite the name of the agency...NO SEX!!!)
Also, this story may take a while until the next chapter is up. (Depends on what comes to mind at the time...)
Now, onto the story...
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The tall slender blonde watched as the darkly tanned man approached from down the hallway, carrying a piece of paper in his left hand and a toolbox in his right.
Dressed in a royal blue dress-shirt, black tie and black suit, the blonde pushed away from the wall that he had been leaning against.
Looking from the piece of paper he was carrying, to the office door number, then to the blonde, the man asked, "Mr...Sanji?"
"Sanji...just 'Sanji,'" smiled the blonde.
Glancing down at the paper once more, the tanned man looked up at the blonde and asked, "are you sure you want this on the door?"
Raising the curly eyebrow over his exposed right-eye, the blonde questioned, "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, no-no-no...It's just most businesses of this type...They like to use their full names..."
Shrugging, the blonde replied. "Well, my partner's name is 'Roronoa Zoro.' So, you can see where that would be a problem. If we used 'Zoro,' people would expect him to be dressed in a black cape and armed with a sword. And, if you use 'Roronoa'...Well, 'Roronoa and Sanji' just doesn't have that ring to it."
Nodding the tanned man knelt in front of the office door, and putting down his toolbox, he began to get to work.
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It was late in the afternoon as the muscular, green-haired man strolled leisurely down the hall. Dressed only in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and boots, the man's heavy footsteps rang throughout the hallway.
Yes, he had promised Sanji that he would be in before noon, and it was already 2-o'clock.
But, damn it. He was still suffering from jet-lag after flying across one continent, and half-way across the Pacific Ocean.
And, this warm weather was just not helping him to stay awake.
Yawning as he reached for the doorknob, the man could not help but stop to admire the words etched on the frosted glass window of the office door.
ZoSan Detective Agency, Inc.
Roronoa Zoro
Sanji
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Author's Notes: Sorry, that this is so short! Just trying to set up the background of the story, right now... Mahalo and Aloha!