WARNING: This fic contains violence, smut and i really don't know what else at this point. x) Also i wanna make it clear about the parings: Yes it's Zosan but they just miiiiight have fun with other One Piece characters...

Enjoy :D

"At some point you're going to need to learn how to race."

A silver sports car was being chased by several others. It was slightly damaged due to the pursuit. An unfinished bridge was right ahead and the car jumped without slowing down a bit.

And then something went wrong.

The car didn't fall on the stunt safety boxes down where it was supposed to, the ones responsible for the landing not to be so harsh on the vehicle, but instead it scraped the road ahead coming to a hold after spinning the driver unconscious.

People started running towards the bumped Ford GT immediately just as the movie mechanical team rescued the stuntman from inside the vehicle.

Sanji saw everything from afar and it made him spit his cigarette. He wanted the movie to be perfect, as the leading actor and executive of such expensive production. Stuntmen weren't very hard to find, but quality ones were. That stuntman was the third they had hired in a month. They all ended up injured, one way or the other. The stunts were really risky and he wanted everything to be... perfect. He didn't know too much about the racing world, so he felt like overcompensating with really dangerous maneuvers.

His phone started ringing and he sighed, answering worried.

"Moshi, Moshi? Mr. Bleu here."

"Mr. Weston had to go to the hospital. He's going to be fine, though. But we have to find another one..." his assistant informed.

"Humm... Thanks." Sanji turned off his phone and raised another cigarette to his mouth, thinking about what to do.

The night was beautiful as the full moon lit entire Tokyo. It was a great city; he loved it ever since he was little, especially from the inside of his aston Martin. He had grown up in Japan with his old man Zeff, who is a cook back in France now. He never thought he would come back until last month. Some young writer had approached him with a script while he was in London.

His belly made a weird noise and he realized that the last time he had eaten had been a few hours earlier. He parked the car at the first grocery store he could find so he could get something to eat. While he was choosing the kind of sandwich we wanted, reading all the ingredients and nagging the seller with all sorts of questions, a couple of kids started raising their voices nearby.

"Hay! That guy has an awesome car! ", the first kid shouted.

"Yes... but he will never beat that weird dude!" another one countered.

"I can!" screamed the youngest of them.

"Shut up!"

"Not now! But I'm going to practice and... I'm going to be the drift king!" he announced.

The older kid rolled his eyes and the other blond one with a missing tooth started laughing. "Hey, let's go! You guys are so funny."

"Hay! Let's go see the next race!" the younger kid said.

"They said that weird guy is going to show up today!"

And then they left. Sanji bought the sandwiches in a hurry and followed them. Those kids were definitely talking about races... maybe he could just watch for a bit.

The kids turned left a few blocks away and they entered a parking lot.

Cars everywhere and... girls. Sanji was in a bit of awe about the surrounding environment but at the same time he felt like an outsider. While he walked by the cars people started looking at him strangely, even the ladies were disapproving of his looks and a few minutes later some guy went towards him as he admired a red Lamborghini.

"Pretty, isn't she?" the guy smirked.

"Hay... It really is an amazing car..." Sanji turned his head to look at the guy and asked "How much?"

The guy looked surprised. "How much for what? The car?" He laughed.

"Yes... I need it." Sanji was already taking out his checkbook from his wallet. The movie wasn't going like he had predicted. Even with a good script, Sanji knew that the movie could be better... if only they had good stuntmen and better cars... He wanted to experience this... feel his character. Not feel like he didn't belong... This was a great opportunity and maybe a way to save the movie. He sure had the money... if only...

"Ahahahah! This guy is funny!"

"No, I am serious. Er... I'm doing a movie about racing and..."

"What kinda car do you have, blondie?" The guy asked.

"An Aston Martin. Why?"

"Uhh... sweet. I'll race you. Your car for my car."

Sanji went pale. He was playing a racer in the movie, but he never raced in real life.

"No... I'm sorry..."

People's attention was quickly caught by something across the parking lot as a new car made quite the entrance and no one seemed to care about what was going on with Sanji anymore. It was a beautiful green Camaro with two black stripes all the way from the back to the hood. Besides that, the right side door had three katanas drawn on it. Sanji didn't know who it was but sensed that the guy was a big deal.

A green haired man in black pants and a white shirt got out of the car.

"Zoro?" he muttered.

"You know that guy?" The man from before asked him, pointing at the Camaro guy.

"Hay... I mean... sort of." He couldn't believe he was there. What were the odds?

Zoro then walked up to them and stopped right in front of Sanji to talk to the guy next to him.

"Foxy, the Camaro."

Foxy smiled and shrugged. "I don't know, this guy came first. He has an aston. I like fancy cars too, you know?"

Zoro looked down at Sanji as he waved his hands at this Foxy person "Iee, Iee... I don't race! I just wanted to buy it, that's all."

"You don't buy cars here. You earn them." Zoro muttered slightly annoyed. "So... are you racing or not?

"Tch..." He wanted that car... and what better way to portray his character than to go for it? He couldn't say no... But he had never raced for real and this was a drift race... which was much harder than your common street fun...

but... Zoro was there...

" Ok. I'll race you."

The other guy looked really happy and people started to clap and shout out. Foxy went inside his Lamborghini and Sanji went towards the exit.

" Oie, where the hell do you think you're going?" Zoro called out.

"Uh... to get my car?"

"Are you a moron? You can't race with yours."

"Why is that? I don't have any other car here."

"'Cuz you will ruin it."

"Ehh? Do you think I'm going to lose? No way in hell, marimo!"

"What? What did you call..." Zoro stopped talking and stared at Sanji for a few extra seconds. "Sanji?"

"Hey! Hurry up! Can't wait to have that Aston!" Foxy shouted.

Something went flying into Sanji hands.

"Here."

It was his car keys. Zoro's car keys.

"...Why?" Sanji asked a little surprised.

"Kick his ass, Curly Brows." Zoro smirked at him.

Thanks for reading! hope u liked it :3

This one will be an AU fic with a lot of One Piece characters :)

AND THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK YOU Silver :3