All for You

by PoetryNinja

Sanji's life at Piece High School was perfect. He was going to be a 3rd year; the most popular 3rd year. He had ladies at his mercy, and he enjoyed every second of it. However, will he be able to keep his womanizing status when a certain new student hottie with green hair and a Kendo championship title glides into his love life? Rated M: Lemon, Language, fun stuff c;

1. Chapter 1: New Guy

Opening: Hey you people! Yiuske-chan here! This is Yiuske's first fanfic, so Yiuske dearly hope that this goes well…This is an updated version by the way! Yiuske tried her best to fill in all the gaps that the story had…If it's still not good, tell Yiuske! She'll try to fix it again :3. All of Yiuske's stories will have an opening like this… warnings and disclaimers will be as well. So, this is going to be an AU fic of Sanji and Zoro. Slight OOC in the beginning…(Thanks Review to Master) Zoro is the Seme and Sanji is the Uke. If this is not to your tastes, Yiuske suggests that you leave right at this moment…Shoo! Yiuske won't bother Reader-san anymore… *So Poof she went*

Summary: Sanji's life at Piece High School was perfect. He was going to be a 3rd year; the most popular 3rd year. He had ladies at his mercy, and he enjoyed every second of it. However, will he be able to keep his womanizing status when a certain new student hottie with green hair and a Kendo championship title glides into his love life?

Disclaimer: Yiuske-chan does not own One Piece. All the One Piece characters belong to Oda-sensei. But heck, if Yiuske owned One Piece, she would turn it into crazy BL! 3

Warning: There is BL (boys love. guyxguy). If that is not to your tastes, please leave. Don't waste your time here. AU. Rated M for future lemons and sailor mouthed sexy guys. ;) Yiuske-chan warned you fair and square! Flames will not be tolerated.

All For You,

Chapter 1: New Guy

"Is that all Principal? I believe that I have to get to class soon." A dark figure said sarcastically.

"Yes, *clears throat*. That will be all Roronoa-san." The principal winced. It was obvious that this kid was going to be a trouble-maker just from the start…

"Um, do you know where to go Roron-" the principal started.

"Zoro. Just Zoro. And yeah, I know where to go. Class 3-A. The one with the screams of women." Zoro interrupted.

The principal bravely let out a chuckle but quickly sucked it back in as Zoro glared, got up, and swiftly left the room, slamming the door behind him. While walking down the halls of Piece High School, Zoro felt an enormous amount of stares. He would glance at the surrounding students and snicker as they would blush in embarrassment and turn away when eyes met. He looked at the signs above doors and sighed. He was in the 2nd year's part of the school. Groaning in frustration, he picked up a light jog towards the direction of girls squealing.

"KYYAAAA! SANJI-SAMA!" a group of fangirls squeaked. Zoro winced as he heard the squeaks. He lifted his head up to see the sign above the door that held the horrifying squeals. 3-A. Zoro groaned once more even though he knew that this was how it was.

Always with that bastard…Women just crowd around him like bees to honey. Honestly…what does that fucking wo- Zoro's thoughts were interrupted by a pointed finger and a several gasps.

"Y-You're Zoro Roronoa! You're the Kendo champion!" A few girls screeched in unison.

Zoro raised an eyebrow then cautiously proceeded into the classroom. Soon, a handsome blonde with women in each arm came up to him. Zoro, who was sitting in his chair with both feet crossed on top of the desk in front of him with arms crossed across his chest as well, gave him a death glare.

"Yo, Marimo. What are you doing at this school? I thought we had severed relations back in 1st year in middle school. Just couldn't get enough of me, could you?" the blonde sneered.

Zoro seethed with fury. "Listen up, shit face. I only came here because I was kicked out of the other schools for 'unneeded violence' and ended up here. So shut your cocky little mouth, or I'll shut it for you."

"Don't talk to Sanji-sama like that! He did nothing to you!" The girls around said person cried.

Zoro scoffed. He didn't care what others said. It was like this back in the old days too. Women, even a few men, would crowd around Sanji like he was a god. Zoro could never understand what was so special about the guy. Sure, he was a bit nice to the women, but that was his only deeming quality… wasn't it?
Suddenly, the door to the classroom slammed open and in came a sprinting boy with a straw hat. A teacher behind him screaming the rules and regulations about hats being worn within the school. The boy just kept running around while laughing but stopped abruptly when he met Zoro's wide eyes.

"Ara! Zoro?" He guffawed. The teacher, not being able to stop, slammed into the boy's side and fell promptly to the floor.

"Yo, Luffy." Zoro answered with a straight face. The he frowned. "What are you and fucktard doing here? You in this class too?" he asked.

"Nope! I'm a 2nd year! I'm in room 2-C. And Sanji is a 3rd year like you! Well, I'll see you later, Zoro! Let's hang out a bunch a bunch!" Luffy said with a big grin on his face. The bell rang and Luffy waved and sprinted back to his room. Everyone took their seat, but Sanji stood next to Zoro.

"Oi, Marimo. You're in my seat." He announced.

"Then find another, asshole." Zoro grumbled.

"You picking a fight?" Sanji growled.

"And if I am?" Zoro taunted, loving seeing the anger burning in Sanji's blue eyes.

"Back of the school. 3PM. If you're late, I'll beat the green out of you." Sanji hissed. Zoro only shrugged. He knew that Sanji would only just go half way with the threat. He also knew that the victor was always himself.

"Tch." Sanji murmured as he took a seat behind Zoro. Shitty Marimo is going to die today. Taking my seat and cursing me out in front of Nami-swann! Honestly, he didn't have to go and do that on the first day of school…He missed the opening ceremony too. Damn, anyone would've been able to see this algae-haired freak. He would've gotten all the attention. I mean, he is quite handsome and-WHAT THE FUCK! Was I just saying that he was hot? Oh shit no… Sanji mentally punished himself for thinking such dark thoughts.

Zoro put his feet back onto the floor and rested his head against his fist. The teacher had entered the room and had begun his monotone lecture about triangles.
Ugh, this day will not go by fast enough… Perhaps with a little nap, I'll be fine. It's math… triangles for pete sake. What could happen? And with that, Zoro closed his eyes and shut away the babbling of degrees and 3-sided objects. However, the pleasure did not last long. Suddenly, Zoro awoke to a rough shove from behind him.

"Psst! Oi, Marimo! Wake the fuck up! Sensei's going by rows to answer questions. You're next after this numbskull." Sanji hissed.

Zoro groggily shook his head and wiped a trail a drool that had slipped out. He stretched his arms forward right as the sensei called him to the board.

"Ah. Roronoa-san. If you're done snoozing, why don't you solve this question." The sensei said without looking up from his book. Zoro slowly got up from his desk, and he made a show of it. He cracked his back and trudged to the board. He stared at the problem, picked up a marker, and began to solve it. A few moments later, he set the marker down and went back to his seat in the same manner as he did when he got up from it. The sensei looked back at him in wonder.

"Roronoa-san. This is marvelous! Now, Sanji-san. If you could, in the same manner as Roronoa-san, solve the next problem." The sensei asked with sparkles in his eyes.

Sanji got up abruptly and glared at Zoro. He mumbled curses under his breath as he walked to the board and Zoro smirked. Sanji slightly turned his head and lowly growled. Then he turned his attention back to the board. He stuck his left hand into his pocket and began to casually solve the problem. In a few seconds, he completed the task and returned to his seat. The sensei praised Sanji as much as he did Zoro, and Sanji beamed. Zoro smirked and went on to continue his nap.

詩人ちゃん

(Math, Science, Japanese History, Lunch, Japanese Literature, and Japanese Grammar have all passed. This will be the schedule for Zoro and Sanji. Yes, they have identical schedules.)

"Shit Curls. What's our next class?" Zoro groaned as the Japanese Grammar sensei dismissed the class.

"English." Sanji replied with a cringe. "I heard the teacher is a crabby old man that hates all children. He teaches just to make lives miserable."

Zoro waved a hand as he got up. "I'm not afraid of a teacher that can speak another language and is cranky now and again."

Sanji rose from his seat and shrugged. "I dunno, Marimo. I doubt even you could get through that class without him noticing that you are asleep."

Zoro scoffed and headed out the door. Sanji trailed behind him. They walked to the old man's room and as they entered, a cool breeze hit their faces. Zoro and Sanji cautiously walked through and looked around. There were no windows and the lights were very dim. The walls were painted a grey that reminded the boys of a jail cell. They made their way to their seats and sat absolutely still. A chill went around the room. No one spoke. Click clack click clack. The footsteps of the sensei were heard from down the hall. A short stubby man stood at the door way. He had thinning hair and he squinted at the class. Then he made his way to his desk and turned to face the class.

"Hello class. I am your English teacher. If you act wrongly in this class, consequences will arise. Does everyone understand me? If you didn't understand, raise your hand."

Not a single hand went into the air. The sensei nodded and continued on. "In this class, you shall not sleep, cheat, use your cell phone, or do any other type of disruptive behavior." He began to pace back and forth in front of his desk. "If you did not understand that, raise your hand."
Again, no hands dared be raised. He paused in front of his desk and peered around the classroom in a menacing manner. After he was satisfied, he began his pacing once more. "My name is Mr. Katsuyaki. You will call me Katsuyaki-sensei or Mr. Katsuyaki. All questions will be at least attempted in English, no exceptions!" He suddenly lifted a pointed finger into the air. "These are my rules. As I have mentioned before, any of you that act wrongly in this class," Mr. Katsuyaki walked behind his desk and slammed both hands onto the surface, "will be punished." He finished with a glare that spit out the aura of death. "Now then." He continued on in Japanese. His glare turned into a bright smile and he spread his hands to his sides. "Welcome to High School. In this class English will be explored in and out. You will be treated as elementary schoolers in this class due to your level of English. Those who excel will be rewarded but those who fail to keep up will be kept for summer school. I wish the best for all of you!"

What is the matter with this guy? Zoro thought to himself. One moment he's all, 'I'm going to kill you if you act up.' But now he's like, 'Oh, you're all my children in this English Hell. I love you all.' Zoro sighed and rested his head on his fist. I doubt he would catch me napping. This is going to be boring; I knew I should've skipped. So, Zoro went on with his normal napping routine and fell asleep in the English Hell. Sanji, who again sat behind Zoro as he did in every class, was horrified.

WTF! Marimo, are you wanting a death sentence? Did you not just hear this freak show say that he will punish you? Oh man, oh man. Sanji furiously began poking Zoro's back. Wake up, wake up, wake up! He roared mentally, nearly shouting it out loud. He glanced at Mr. Katsuyaki and let a small sigh of relief. He was writing paragraph after paragraph of English literature on the board. That bought Sanji just enough time to-

"MR. RORONOA ZORO. DID YOU FORGET THE RULES OF MY CLASSROOM?" Mr. Katsuyaki spun on his heels and threw the marker in his head at Zoro's head. It let out a quiet thud and hit the floor. Zoro groggily opened his eyes and glared at the teacher.
"Mr. Katsuyaki, I was napping due to my lack of sleep the night before. I assure you, I was listening to every word you were saying." Zoro grumbled coherently in perfect English.

Mr. Katsuyaki took a step backwards but was still firm with his words. "You will be staying after school today for your insolence and for sleeping in my class. See me after class for your punishment." And with that, he spun on his heels once more to return to his English literature.

詩人ちゃん

"Roronoa-san." Mr. Katsuyaki said.

Zoro slowly got up from his desk, stuck both hands into his pocket and slumped over towards Mr. Katsuyaki's desk. "Lay it on me, sensei." He grumbled.
Mr. Katsuyaki handed him a mop and a broom. "Cleaning duty. 3rd year's hall."

Zoro raised a brow. "That's all?" he replied, flabbergasted. He had expected a real death sentence or even an expulsion card.
It was Mr. Katsuyaki's turn to raise his brow. "Oh, you wanted a more serious punishment?"

Zoro raised his hands to his chest and shook his head. "No thanks. I'm fine with this." He took the mop in one hand and the broom in the other and looked at the clock. Ah shit. Curly is gonna be waiting for me. It's 3:00 now. He let out an exasperated sigh as he left the jail cell. He lowered his head as he began to sweep the hall. Right. Left. Right. Left. He thought to himself as he recalled his kendo sensei teaching him. He let out a sigh at the nostalgic memory but then quickly tensed as he heard a voice.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A delinquent doing just what he deserves. So, Marimo, how does it feel to do such menial jobs?" the dark voice taunted.

Zoro let out a loud groan. "Come on out, Shit Curls. And if you're here, why don't you help?"

Sanji came out of the shadows and laughed sweetly. "Oh no, my dear Marimo. You are going to sweep and clean this entire hall. All. By. Yourself." He put emphasis on the last words and poked Zoro's chest as he did. Zoro growled in fury.

"Why the fuck are you here?" he hissed venomously.

"Remember our 3 o'clock agreement?" Sanji replied. He pointed to a clock in the hallway. "Right now, it's 3:04. We were supposed to have started 4 minutes ago. Now, Marimo, how are we going to continue with it if you are stuck here being a school maid?" he taunted with a grin. Zoro seethed with anger. His face went to a slight crimson. "I'm not a fucking school maid. Now either help me or get the fuck out of my face, you Curly Eyebrow piece of shit."

Sanji laughed once more. "Is the pretty little school maid grumpy because she didn't have her nap time during the scary teacher's class? Awh, how sad." He wiped away a fake tear.

Zoro clenched his fists and jaw. "That's it!" He shouted. He took the broom and kicked off the part that connected the handle to the brush part. Then he grabbed the mop and repeated the process. He held the two sticks in each hand like swords.
"We'll keep the agreement, alright. But you'll be crying in pain when this pretty little school maid wups your ass right now." He swung at Sanji's head furiously.
Sanji ducked and jumped backwards a few times. He smiled widely and muttered under his breath, "This is the Zoro I've been itching to see in a while." He then raised his voice. "Come at me with all you've got!" That made Zoro crack an evil smile. You're going to regret you ever requested that. He devilishly said inside. Bursting with non-human speed, he raced towards Sanji and lifted his "swords" for impact. Sanji ducked to the side and lifted his leg to attack back. He kicked out with all his might and made slight contact with Zoro's cheek. Zoro, not noticing the scratch, raged forward. He slashed and jabbed at Sanji, making contact once in a while. Sanji was on the defense. He didn't have anywhere to move except backwards. His kicks were not very effective due to the uncomfortable school pants that he was forced to wear; therefore, his power was cut by half. Shit, I forgot about how I can't fight in these clothes. He internally let out an exasperated groan. He turned his head to see if there was any way to escape from the situation. His eyes widened in horror. He whipped his head to Zoro and kicked out a leg in desperation.

"Marimo! Stop! If you continue pushing me this way then—" Sanji's words were stopped by the crash of glass and the ear splitting sound of the wind.

"Tch. Only a 3 story fall, Curly." Zoro shouted against the wind. He landed feet first on the ground below, Sanji following soon after. Sanji stared upwards at the broken window and let out a small laugh.

"You're going to have a lot to clean up, huh, Marimo?" he said.

Zoro swung his "swords" to his sides and bursted forward towards Sanji. Sanji quickly lifted up his leg and made contact on his shin. Zoro grinned. "Winner cleans up and buys drinks." Sanji grimaced at the bet, but agreed to do it anyway. Zoro smiled widely as he jumped back and got in his fighting stance once more. Sanji also stepped backwards and prepared his legs for the fight.

"Hold on a min." Sanji said as he held up a hand. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them off to reveal white boxers that resembled shorts. He tossed his pants to the sides and sighed happily. He crouched and shifted his weight from side to side. "Now I can fight full on." He shouted.

Zoro let out a short laugh. "Ha! With or without pants, you're going to lose, Shit Curls!"

Sanji grit his teeth and ran forward. He jumped in the air and brought his right leg down onto Zoro's defending "swords". Zoro gripped the "swords" until his knuckles turned white, then pushed Sanji away. He slashed against Sanji's leg and a small cut appeared on the milky skin. Blood began to drip down and Zoro grinned widely.

"49 more cuts like those and I'll be the winner." He hissed venomously.

Sanji frowned and sneaked a kick at Zoro's unguarded face. A twin cut to Sanji's appeared on Zoro's cheek bone.

"49 more cuts like those and I'll be the winner." He echoed with a grin.

"Ch" Zoro scoffed as he ran towards Sanji once more. He swung his "sword" and made contact with Sanji's calf. Another small cut formed with a drizzle of blood trickling down. 2. 48 to go. He murmured quietly to himself as he once again lunged to cut up his opponent.

*A/N: So it pretty much went like this for a long time. Zoro cutting Sanji. And Sanji cutting Zoro. Since it's 50 cuts and they're both strong, this went on for a while. It is now 6:13PM. Zoro has gotten 47 cuts on Sanji. Sanji has gotten 45 cuts on Zoro.*

"Only 3 more cuts to go, Shit Curls!" Zoro panted as he wiped away the blood that was starting to trickle into his eye. Sanji let out a small, weak laugh.

"I'm only 2 behind you, Marimo!" he smirked. "I see the newest cut on you is affecting your vision." He commented as he saw Zoro close the eye that was starting to burn with blood. He flashed to the blind side and aimed a kick at Zoro's ribs. Zoro reflexively blocked with his "swords" and grit his teeth. He blocked with one sword and slashed Sanji with the other. Sanji grunted in pain as he jumped back and held his cheek. He looked at his hand and saw that it was soaked with blood. He clenched that hand and started running towards Zoro once more.

"GAH!" Zoro cried as he fell to his knees.

Sanji skidded to a stop but bursted once more to look at Zoro.

"Marimo! Oi! Marimo! You okay? I only scratched you 45 times! That shouldn't be that much for you! Hey, really, you okay? SAY SOMETHING?" Sanji screamed in an honest worried tone.

Zoro cracked a grin and drew his swords. "Gotcha." He swung his "swords" and they contacted with Sanji's raised crossed arms. Two neat wounds opened up and Sanji let out an angry and exasperated groan.

"49 and 50. Game. Set. Match." Zoro happily said as he threw the sticks to the side. Sanji was furious.

"That was just plain dirty, Marimo! Pretending like you were hurt just so that I would get close to you." Sanji shouted, a hint of hurt in his voice.

Zoro shrugged. "Your fault for falling for it." He then split a wide grin. "Now," he began as he walked towards Sanji. He stopped in front of him and smirked. "Put your filthy pants back on and clean up this mess. All. By. Yourself." He mimicked Sanji's words and also nudged Sanji's chest with his pointer finger for emphasis on each word. He started to walk away from Sanji and abruptly turned back.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. You're buying drinks too, Shit Curls." Zoro sneered.

Sanji lowered his head and grit his teeth. "I know, Marimo. I have a great place for us to get drunk." He let out through his teeth.

"Then show me." Zoro replied.

Yiuske's Final Thoughts/Rants/Whatever-the-Hell-She's-thinking-right-now: Hey again guys! So, this is completely different from the original writings of this piece. Yiuske really does want to apologize about that! She didn't mean to ruin the entire thing…But she thinks and hopes that this is actually better than the first one! Of course, the next chapter is basically going to be the bar scene and the apartment. Just a bunch longer and a lot more detailed! Yiuske's detailing skills are really weak, so she's working really hard to try to boost those up! Yiuske has drafted out how the next 2-3 chapters are going to go, so from here on out, Yiuske is going to try to update often! :D Please review because Yiuske always writes faster if people review! Helpful advice always works out :3 Thanks for reading, Reader-san! Until next time, Ja Ne! *Yiuske pewfs away*