Hello, guys! This is my first attempt at writing a Sanji/Zoro yaoi type of fanfic. I hope to do the characters justice. As always, enjoy and please R&R!

Chapter 1

The Prince

"Kyaa! It's Sanji!"

Sanji glided down the school's hallway in a majestic, princely manner. After all, he was considered the 'Prince of Sunlit High' by everyone, even the teachers and faculty acknowledged his nickname. And for good reason, too; he was tall, athletic, his hair was naturally blonde, and he treated all the girls as if they were his one and only princess. The only problem? He found it increasingly annoying how all the girls came onto him and would squeal at the sight of him. Of course, he appreciated their love, but he never found it as marvelous as he always thought it would be.

Despite disliking how his female classmates gawked at him while he simply strolled to his next class, Sanji would give them what they came for. He beamed one of his pearly white smiles and immediately, the girls screamed in pure ecstasy and Sanji was sure one of them dropped to the floor. Sanji scanned his fans and found an adorable girl who was too shy to scream and he walked over to her.

"My princess," he breathed in a hushed tone and a light, playful smile. The girl's face lit on fire and she blinked, shocked. Sanji reached behind his back and magically pulled out a rose without a stem. "It fits, don't you think?" Sanji gently brushed the girl's brown hair behind her ear to gingerly place the rose in her hair. "A beautiful rose fit for such a beautiful princess."

Sanji noticed how the girl's hands were trembling and her face was so flushed he thought there'd be another fainter, but she had the strength to stay aware and Sanji walked away, smirking at a job well done. Immediately, the poor girl was rushed by her jealous classmates. Ok, so maybe Sanji somewhat enjoyed being the Prince of Sunlit High. At least it was always an ego-booster and he was able to make women smile when they had a tough day. That was always rewarding.

"Sanji!"

The prince turned just in time to be barraged with long, thin, tan arms that wrapped around his shoulders like snakes. Monkey D. Luffy, but everyone called him Luffy, was in the same grade as Sanji. He was one of those kids who just didn't do well in school in a ditzy way, no matter how hard he tried. Sanji met Luffy when they were in Junior High. Luffy was being bullied for his lack of education and Sanji stepped in, rescuing him. They've been friends ever since.

"Get… off of me!" Sanji tried to force the little monkey away, but he was clinging so hard that Sanji risked ripping his clothes.

"No! You said we could have lunch together today!" Luffy cried, comical tears streaming down his pouting face.

"That doesn't mean you need to hang onto me!" Sanji struggled for air and he caught eye of the clock. "And lunch isn't here for two more hours!"

The warning bell tolled throughout the school and the hallways immediately began to clear. Thankfully, Sanji had made it just outside of his classroom before Luffy attacked. He stood there, waiting for the monkey to release his paws.

"Hey, Sanji, Luffy," Usopp walked up to them with his hand raised in greeting.

"Yo, Usopp!" Luffy finally let go of Sanji's waist and saluted to Usopp. Usopp was also in the same year as Luffy and Sanji with average grades. The skill that made him recognizable, besides his long nose, was his skills in archery. He wore his uniform correctly, but he added his infamous goggles to his neck. Once he put his goggles on, his archery skills were virtually unbeatable.

"Hey, guys!" Nami threw her arm around Usopp's shoulder with a beautiful, elated grin.

Sanji immediately swooned over her presence. "Nami-SWAN!" The prince shimmered over to her, expecting a long-awaited embrace, proceeded by some alone time in the janitor's closet, but his face immediately met with her fist and he staggered back, holding his bloody nose. "B-B-But, Nami-swan…"

Nami crossed her arms underneath her enormous, beautiful breasts and huffed, pouting. "Don't even think about it, Sanji-san. Why do you only act like this with me?"

It was true. Perhaps it was because Sanji enjoyed chasing, rather than being chased. He removed his hand from his face, trying to regain his composure, and smiled brilliantly, hoping to deceive her with his charms. "Because you are my one and only princess." It would've been perfect if it wasn't for his nose, streaming with blood.

Nami smirked evilly, "Hah, not going to work, prince."

The last warning bell rang.

"Shit, let's go. I don't want to be late this time," Usopp complained as he entered the class.

Luffy grinned with his hands resting lazily behind his head as he followed. "Shishishi! It was worth being late! Chocolate's the best!"

Nami sighed with a disbelieving frown. "You guys were late to class because of chocolate?" She followed them in, as well.

Sanji was about to follow suit when something caught his eye. Interested, Sanji walked over to the long window panel and looked around; wondering what could've made that color. His class was on the first floor of the building, so it could've been anything. Curiously, he saw nothing. However, the prince shrugged it off and proceeded into the classroom. He was sure he saw a flash of pale green, but his eyes might've been playing tricks on him.

….

It was evening by the time Sanji was walking home. After school, he had basketball club, judo club, and garden club. No joke. He allowed a girl to talk him into joining her club, because they were running low on members and they were about to get cut. Sanji couldn't leave a crying girl alone and he decided to join possibly the most feminine club anyone could choose. However, he was glad to be able to make her smile.

The sun was low on the horizon, causing an orange gleam that caused the buildings in front of it to look like shadows of their former selves. Despite it being somewhat late, the birds were still chirping and there certainly were some students going home, as well.

Sanji loosened his tie and allowed a long sigh to escape his lips. It had been a long day. It always was, when you were encouraged to act like a prince 24/7. The hour he had of walking home was his refuge. You'd think home would be his sanctuary, but Zeff would probably be back from work and give him a shitload for chores to do. Zeff was his adoptive father who worked as a chef for the most popular restaurant in town. He was a brute of a man with only one leg, but he was a loving father.

Sanji scoffed at himself and dug his hands into his pockets, relaxing. He shut his eyes for but a moment of bliss when he had to stop short.

"Oi, oi, look what we got here."

Sanji looked up from his happiness to find four boys standing yards away, looking over-confident and smirks were passed around. Sanji recognized their school uniforms as Moonlit High School students, most likely a year above him according to their size. Moonlit High and Sunlit High had an ongoing, intense rivalry between each other for two years, after Sunlit's basketball team defeated theirs in the championship. It was just Sanji's luck to have been on that winning team.

"Who's that?" one of the boys asked their leader. The leader was in front and the tallest, even with a little chin hair. The leader was even taller than Sanji.

"That's the Prince of Sunlit High, Sanji, or something," the leader replied with an evil grin. He spoke with an ego-centric, all-knowing voice that pissed Sanji off, but he knew better than to pick fights. He simply stood there with a frown, unsure of how to deal with the situation.

"Prince?" the student said in disbelief, running his tongue along his lips. Sanji swallowed nervously in disgust. "What do you want to do with him, Aniki?"

There was a tense silence while Sanji awaited his fate. Cold sweat had broken out on his face and behind his strong fortitude, he was damned scared.

The silence continued until the leader smirked like the devil himself and answered, "… beat the shit out of 'em."

That was when Sanji's instincts hit him like an oncoming train. He immediately sprinted in the opposite direction, hoping to outrun them enough to lose them. He wasn't coward, but he knew when he'd lose a fight with one against five. Plus, if he went home to Zeff with cuts and bruises, he'd never hear the end of it. Behind his façade, Sanji was frightened. So frightened, that his legs were shaking, making it harder to run and making it easier to catch up. Within only five seconds, the back of his collar was grabbed onto and he was thrown against a wall that separated the walkway street and the houses. As his back collided with the concrete, his eyes opened wide in shock and pain, the air rushing out of his lungs.

A fist connected with his cheek and his head was thrown to the side. He nearly lost balance, but one of the guys hooked his elbows around Sanji's arms, not letting him escape and keeping him up.

"Come on, prince! Don't give up! Fight!" the guy taunted from behind him. Sanji writhed around, but he was still struggling to breathe from having the wind knocked out of him. Another fist crashed into his gut and he wilted over in an attempt to shield his stomach, but somehow a knee was able to sneak its way past his weak display of defense and nailed his gut, sending a gasping wheeze out of his mouth, along with some blood.

The attacks stopped, allowing Sanji to get in some much needed air. The guy that was holding him up forced his body to straighten. Sanji looked up through his bleeding eye to find the leader sneering. The leader grabbed Sanji's chin with the strength of a troll. He got close to Sanji's face, inspecting him.

"No wonder why they call him the Prince," the leader laughed darkly. "He's got some sexy looks. Especially when he's been beaten."

Sanji tried his best to speak without struggling. "F… Fuck off."

"Oh?" the leader didn't seem at all fazed by Sanji's verbal attack. "He's still got some fight in him? Let's put that to the test."

Sanji didn't see it coming. Not in the least. The leader's right hand gingerly went up his shirt. The chill from his cold skin made Sanji gasp. His hand roamed and touched and fondled his stomach, tracing the outlining of his muscles with the gentleness he had not received while being punched. Sanji grunted in disgust and pain. His face flushed with embarrassment; that something so disgusting and horrible was happening to him, where anyone could walk by and see that he was being felt up against his will.

When the leader's fingers touched one of his nipples, the fingers immediately went to twisting it painfully. Sanji gasped, but bit his lip, trying to hold it in. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to make him stop, someone seeing this happening to him would destroy Sanji.

"Hmm?" the leader whispered devilishly in Sanji's ear. "Does this feel good, prince? Don't hold it in. I want to hear your moans."

"G… Go to h-hell…!" Sanji wheezed out, throwing his head into the air so he wouldn't have to witness the sight.

"I've got somewhere else I'll go." The hand moved downwards and for a moment, Sanji was relieved. Maybe he was done? However, once his hand was out from under his shirt, it began to break its way into Sanji's pants. Sanji's eyes opened wide in shock.

"No! Don't!" Sanji yelled weakly, hardly loud enough to be heard, struggling against the boy holding his arms.

"Oi."

Sanji stopped fighting, frozen. Everything froze and went silent. The voice was low and husky. Sanji wasn't sure if it was the voice of his savior or another guy who would feel him up. Curious and still frightened, Sanji removed his gaze from the sky and looked down the street to find a figure coated with the orange gleam of the sun on the horizon. His face was shadowed by the light from behind him, so Sanji couldn't tell if it was friend or foe. Nothing of this man looked familiar and Sanji was earnestly worried he wasn't there to help, according to his stance and the timbre of his voice.

However, there was something that did look familiar; too significant enough to be covered by the sun; the man had a head of mossy green hair.

To be continued...