DON'T MESS WITH THE RORONOA'S

Pairing: ZoroxSanji

Warning: coarse language, YAOI

Summary: Lucci and Smoker for Zoro! Sanji and Zoro are together, but there's something Zoro isn't telling.

Disclaimer: One Piece isn't mine

19/04/2010 edit: some grammar correction.

29/07/2010 edit: spelling, time- line and a minor yet important detail about Sanji's appearance.

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"No." he stated calmly.

"Why the hell not, you dumbass!"

"Stop being a girl. No means no." he said stubbornly.

"I'm not being a girl! You should at least tell me the reason why I can't come to your house, Marimo bastard!" his kick to the head was easily dodged by the green-haired man.

As you have expected, it was the usual bickering between our stupid pair of a blonde cook and a green-haired swordsman. Though this time, it didn't look like the usual fight. Zoro didn't raise his voice, fight back or even looked at Sanji, just like every other time this particular topic was mentioned.

"It's for your own good. Trust me on this one. I just can't tell you now, but you can't come to my place."

"For my own good my ass! How can I trust you when you don't give me any reason, idiot! What are you hiding from me?" Sanji couldn't believe that they were quarrelling over this AGAIN.

"Am I nothing to you?" he asked in a hurt, tired voice.

"I'm doing this for you." Zoro walked towards the door of Sanji's apartment. He couldn't bear looking at Sanji's hurt-filled face.

"I'm sorry, Sanji. G'nite" were his words before he disappeared behind the door.

Sanji contemplated in silence after Zoro left. What's wrong with that idiot-marimo? They have been together –as in, a couple- for a few months when Sanji realized that he didn't even know Zoro's address or anything about his family.

When Sanji asked to go to Zoro's house, he refused vehemently. Of course that only piqued Sanji's curiosity and pressed him harder. All the reason he got was 'for your own good' or 'can't tell you'. No further explanation given. Well, one time he said 'you'll be turned into dinner or an ashtray', that shit-head! Sanji scowled.

He wondered whatever happened to his brain. For him to date such an insensitive, brainless ape! They first met in a bar half a year ago, when Sanji was kicking some moron's head for groping him. The moron's friends (a dozen of them) then began attacking Sanji all at once. Zoro joined the fight, saying that he was bloodthirsty, and it seemed like a good exercise. Sanji didn't complain –not much, at least- since he got to see great scene of ass-kicking from Zoro. And he also didn't want to waste his time beating up lowlifes. From then on, things just… happened… between them. He turned out to enjoy the verbal and physical fights, and Zoro could be quite a nice person when he tried.

Sanji caught himself forming a smile at the thought of Zoro, but stopped himself. Apparently, the idiot didn't think anything of Sanji; he didn't even trust him enough to tell Sanji about his family. The thoughts made Sanji felt a pang in his heart.

"Well, fine. See if I care" he lit his cigarette angrily.

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The number one restaurant in Grand Line city, Baratie, did not possess its usual merry atmosphere. In fact, the customers were talking in hushed whisper, glancing every so often in the direction of one particular table where two ominous figures are seated.

"So, he has been sneaking behind us…" a muscular figure said slowly; amusement and irritation were evident in his voice. He was clad in white jacket, with greenish fur lining. Cigarette smoke was swirling heavily around him from the two cigarettes in his lips.

"And for us not to notice until now, he was very good at it" answered the man across him. He was wearing a black top hat, black suit with white tie and black pants. His tone and facial feature didn't reveal much, but the man in the white jacket could tell that he was pissed off at the incompetence of his informants.

"Well, it means that his skills and senses have improved, if he could dodge around your men. Who is it this time?" He said with a hint of pride.

"Our only lead is that his new… interest… is affiliated with this place" was his response. This time, he didn't bother to hide his distaste at his men's lack of information. They didn't have any information of the person, let alone name or appearance. I'm going to have to 're-educate' them, he thought solemnly.

"Oh, that's why you brought me here. Should've known" he smirked, glancing around at the waiters and waitresses. Now, to find out which one…

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Even the usually tough, menacing chefs of the Baratie seemed to move around in tip-toes. All of them, except the second chef in command. He was too busy preparing a dessert and ignoring the numerous messages and calls from his green-haired boyfriend. After a particularly long, satisfying period of muttering traumatizing curses and obscenities to a certain swordsman, he noticed the weird tension and the lack of ruckus and shouts in the kitchen. Even the dining area sounded silent, with only the occasional sound of fork and spoon.

"What's wrong? It's so silent. There can't be no customer at all; it's lunch hour!" the blonde asked Patty, one of the main chefs. The other chef swallowed audibly before he explained with low voice.

"Tho- those two are out there. The two of them!" He answered in an almost non-existent whisper; his face was a mask of panic and fear. Sanji lifted one absurdly curly eyebrow at the nowhere near satisfactory explanation, but decided to check things himself. His old man, Zeff, who also happened to be the head chef and owner of Baratie would kick his ass if he can't run the restaurant properly.

The scene that greeted him as he stepped out of the kitchen made him pause. Never before the Baratie this quiet, though there were quite a number of customers. He spotted the source of the heavy mood right away.

A few tables away from the kitchen door were two men. One was wearing white jacket with greenish-white hair, smoking like a chimney. The younger one was wearing all black, with a funny looking goatee. They look familiar. Where have I see-

His one blue eye grew wide as he recognized the two customers. He was THE Commodore Logue Smoker, the highest officer in charge of the city's security. Though admired as an outstanding and unyielding cop, he was also feared for his strength, temper and unpredictability. The other one was THE CP9 Rob Lucci. Rob Lucci was a famous businessman, owner of Cipher-Pol 9 Corp., dealing with ship-building and ship materials. But he was also rumored to be one of the high ranking mafia in the city; people who pissed him off were known to end up either bed-ridden or in a coffin. The authority was still running around in circles, looking for concrete evidence to lock him up.

Why are they here? The two of them TOGETHER! I hope they won't start a fight and ruin the place... The sight of high-ranking officer and businessman –or a rumored mafia- was not a common sight. Even if Rob Lucci didn't turn out to be mafia, Smoker didn't strike Sanji as one to have close connection with wealthy businessmen. Well, it's none of my business, but I can't help being curious. They're still customers, after all. He put a smile on his face and walked towards their table.

"I hope you gentlemen are pleased with our food. Is there anything else that you need?" the looks from Smoker and Lucci unnerved him. They were eyeing him from head to toe, as in checking on a cornered prey.

They didn't have to do a thorough search after all. The two sets of fiercely glowing eyes were set on the cook's neck, where a piece of familiar black cloth was comfortably covering the pale skin.

Sanji's instinct began screaming at him to escape those predatory eyes. Hell no. Running with tail between both legs is for cowards. Of course, if only he remembered something called 'self-preservation', things would be totally different.

"You think…" Smoker asked Lucci.

"Confirm it first." Lucci said with a hint of sadistic smile, eyes never leaving the now alarmed Sanji.

"Are you, by chance, closely affiliated to a certain Roronoa Zoro?" although his tone was polite, there was something that gave Sanji the impression that if Sanji said 'yes', he would be one step closer to his funeral.

"What business of yours is it whether I know that shit-head?"

Smoker and Lucci looked at each other for a short while before identical predatory grins were plastered on both faces. Sanji's hair stood on its end, and his instinct's screams to run at the sight was deafening.

"Gotcha" Smoker said, reaching for his jutte.

They have found their prey.

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AN: Oww, poor Sanji… wonder what happen to him next… I know I should've put a longer one, but I'm lazy… This should be only 2 chapters, though I want to write more detailed one involving the brothers.

Jutte: Smoker's weapon. An iron stick with one-pronged tine. The one he used to pin Luffy before intercepted by Hancock.

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