(Ever since I removed the humor genre from my other One Piece fanfic (because the main plot isn't so much of a funny one) I instantly got an idea for a new fanfic revolving around our two favorite manly men. Phew. I got chapter three up to Legend of Kosuki, did a Phoenix Wright one shot, and now I'm putting up the starting chapter for a new fic.

I have way too much time on my hands.

It's gonna end soon though, my vacation ends today and tomorrow begins a brand new week of school. Math state tests are coming up, so no doubt I'll be swamped with math homework, ugh.

Okay, well obviously I don't own One Piece, and I'm keeping Zoro as Zolo.)

"Sanji, Zolo, could you come here for a second?" Nami cooed. The men, well, one atleast, trudged into the kitchen while the other one, well, flew. "What is it Nami?" Zolo asked, a nursing hand going to his head. Nami scowled at his action. "If you wouldn't drink so much you would get hangovers like that," she lectured. "Yeah thanks Mom, I'll be sure to remember," Zolo grunted, and plopped himself in a chair across from the red head at the table. Sanji, being the kiss-ass that he is, stood right next to her.

"What can I get you darling?" Sanji coaxed. Nami unfolded a piece of paper and smoothed it out on the table. "Well, seeing as I can't leave the ship, I need you guys to do some shopping for me," she explained. She nudged her head in the direction of her ankle which was wrapped tightly and set on the chair. A storm had blown the ship off course, and had blown their navigator off her feet and directly into the mast. This left Nami with a sprained ankle and an order to wear strapless shirts until the bruise on her upper back cleared. Pshaw, Sanji sure wasn't complaining. Neither was Zolo, but like hell if he'd ever admit it.

Zolo rolled his eyes and put up defense. "Why not Usopp?" he asked. Nami raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Usopp? Shopping? In a town full of gangs? Hell no." "Okay, then what about Chopper?" Nami pointed to her broken ankle. Zolo grunted at his last retorting response. "Luffy?" he asked.

Nami paused for a moment, and Zolo smirked. Score...

"He'd go into town for my things and come back in five minutes with two full sacks of raw steak," she replied. Zolo bit his lip, he couldn't argue there. Sanji gave his winning grin and gently rubbed Nami's shoulders. "Rest assured Nami dearest, I, Sanji will fetch your things for you! Simply promise me to rest that ankle!" he cooed. Nami giggled, nodded, and handed him a small pouch of money. He danced out the door in happiness, OmgNamiTouchedHisHaaaaaand.

Zolo snorted at his shopping companion, then averted his gaze to Nami. "Do you enjoy torturing me?" he asked calmly. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in a pout. "If I were to just send Sanji he'd get all my stuff in two seconds then follow around girls for hours," she replied, and slid another pouch of cash towords him along with the list. "I'll deduct twenty thousand from your debt," and the swordsman was instantly out the door.

She made sure he was off the deck after Sanji before letting out a laugh. "Yeah freakin' right," she chuckled.

The pair stepped before a small trinket shop before consulting the list. "Two bottles of...ink," Sanji read, and walked inside with Zolo close behind. They stumbled around the store for atleast fifteen minutes before finding some ink. "Got it," Zolo said, reaching to grab two at once. Sanji, however, was too busy saying the same thing, and knocked hands together. Three bottles crashed and stained the floor. "Freakin' idiot, I said I would get it!" Zolo bellowed. "Well if that green hair dye hadn't seeped to whatever is left of your brain, you would have heard me saying the same thing!" Sanji growled back. "Oh suck it up Lovecook, don't you have some girl to flirt with? The only reason Nami sent me was to keep you on track!" he snarled. "Oh please, I'm obviously here to babysit your incompetent ass!"

"BOEEZZZ!" a voice screeched. The men couldn't help but blink.

Sanji and Zolo turned to a man half their height. Yet what he lacked in height, the guy made up for in mustache thickness. The thing pretty much swallowed his face and glasses. "I veel not ave yew shahhowting een mah shoppe!" he squeaked. Blink blink, still nothing. Sanji decided to step foward to calm the smallish clerk. "Listen sir, I'm gonna apologize on behalf of my incompetent friend, We're here on buis--"

"The HELL did you call me Lovecook?"

"Shut up I'm trying to SAVE our asses!"

"EDGAR!"

The boys blinked at eachother. "Edgar?" they repeated in unison. They suddenly found themself eating dirt outside the shop.

"Well THAT was successful," Sanji grumbled, his voice oozing sarcasm. He stood up and brushed off his coat, while Zolo stood up with a death glare. He said nothing, but Sanji decided to act first. "Listen cabbage cranium. YOU had to knock my hand and start everything to get us kicked out. And NOW, we can't get ink," he growled, Zolo closed his eyes and held up three bottles of ink in a calm fashion. Sanji could only blink before leading his companion away from the door, so not to be overheard, before restarting his rant.

"You IDIOT. You STOLE them? You're such a dirty bastard!"

"Don't yell at me, they're free aren't they? Atleast Nami gets one more bottle and won't kill us for getting kicked out of a store."

"That's not the POINT Marimo!"

"Then why don't you explain it you Fish-Filleting Kamikaze?"

And so their bickering continued, how breathtaking. A few kids even cried, seeing as they were in public. Little did they know that their argument was the subject of two figures in robes resting in an alley.

"Should it be them? I mean we were going to aid the Yurigo brothers but they..."

"Indeed, the Yurigoes can always be scolded by mouth and not actions. Either that or we can use something else"

The figure handed it's companion's a small white tag with an incantation on it while the figure held up their own. They nodded to eachother and set off in different directions, one following Zolo and the other following Sanji.

The faintest sound of rusty wheels began to slowly tick in a turning notion...

-yawn-

Okay, time for bed. R&R

-AGHD