Chapter 1


Debt

Sanji was in debt. A debt he wanted to repay, but couldn't. How could he? He practically destroyed a poneglyph! Robin was furious. Not that she had shown it. Actually, she seemed rather calm during the whole ordeal. Never mind furious. She was scheming. And that was a hundred times worse.

This was all that damn brat's fault. If Luffy didn't have to keep stealing food all the time, then maybe he wouldn't have to kick him into that wall-which happens to be where the poneglyph was resting.

Ok so, the damage wasn't that bad. A word or two-well a sentence or two had chipped off, but it was still readable and understandable. Well according to Robin it anyways. But still, it left Sanji feeling guilty. Robin told him it was fine, but no, as a gentleman he just HAD to tell her that he owes her one and that if anything were to come up, she shouldn't be shy to ask him a favour if she needed one.

Which led to this whole ridiculous thing.

Him.

Wearing a freaking dress.

Complete with designer heels, make up and a wig.

But the worst part.

The worst part was not his shattered dignity and pride. No. He'd never admit it to anyone but the whole cross dressing thing isn't at all new to him. After all, he'd been sent to a god forsaken island of okamas to learn their way of cooking. And he was caught at some point. He'd been able to escape but, not the point. Curse the old man and his connections.

Two years. Two years of endless running from those horrible creatures. Two years trying to fight them off and learning whatever he could from them in terms of cooking as he defended himself.

Two. Fucking. Years.

No, the worst part was his goatee and moustache. He had to shave them. Get rid of them. His goatee... Sanji felt like a whiny kid but it was the one feature (except his eyebrows) that he was very much proud of. It made him feel like a unique individual.

BUT.

It had to go. On his honour as a gentleman, it had to go. Because tonight. Tonight, he's a woman. Sanji shivered at the thought.

Because Nico Robin.

Because Nico Robin fucking told him to. Because of that stupid favour he owes him. And now he's about to pay it back in the most horribly humiliating way possible. As the host of tonight's party at the museum. The freaking MC. The only good thing about it was that it was a masquerade ball, so he shouldn't worry much.

Still doesn't change the fact that the whole thing was stupid.

Like that make up and fitting session in ten minutes. "For Robin," he told himself, trying to keep composed. Taking the deep breath, the blonde fumbled his pocket for his comfort sticks. Taking one out with his teeth, he produced a small blue lighter. Inhaling, he smiled as he feels the nicotine invading his system. "This… is for Robin."

Sanji rubbed his temples in frustration. Who was he kidding? He simply refuses to do this. Not for Robin, not for anyone! But it was already too late to turn back. He had already shaved his precious facial hair. There's no turning back now.

"Sanji-kun!" A man with a thick perm yelled, poking his head out from behind the door nervously. Something seemed to be bothering the man but the blonde shrugged it off. The other man was almost always nervous anyways. "Hurry up already! We don't have all day!"

Sighing heavily, he snuffed out the butt on a nearby ash tray and pocketed his hands. The blonde shrugged in defeat as he walked slowly into the room. "So… what now?"

"First your clothes," the curly haired man said nervously, holding up a prussian blue dress. "Please don't kill me! Robin picked those not me!" He added immediately.

"No. I refuse to wear that," Sanji paled. It was a prussian blue tube dress. The top part was already heavily padded—no doubt to compensate for his lack of breasts—and the skirt looked like it would rest no less than three inches above his knees. "That is—"

"A dress I picked out especially for you, Cook-san," The door opened to reveal Robin wearing a silk byzantium evening gown whose slit was dangerously high and three inch black hook and eye heels accented with diamonds on the strap. Her long onyx hair swayed as she cat walked towards the two men. "I do hope you like it. I thought it brought out your eyes."

"Yes, it looks wonderful my dear Robin and so do you." Sanji cooed half heartedly and snatched the dress from Ussop, earning a chuckle from the raven haired woman. "Now if you'll excuse me," Sanji sighed, taking off his coat and placed it on a chair before stepping behind a thin curtain.

The long nosed man grinned excitedly at Robin. "How did you get him to agree to this? I mean, he even shaved before coming here! How did you do that?"

Robin smiled. "Oh, I have my ways."

"I can't believe I'm doing this, Sanji muttered as he stepped out from behind the curtain." The dress fit his frame perfectly, not to mention that the pads actually did make him look like he had breasts.

Ussop smiled excitedly as he held out a seat for Sanji. "Please, sit down and leave the rest to the great make-artist master Ussop!" Sanji closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. For Robin. For Robin. For Robin. He bit his lower lip, fighting back the strong urge to kick the guy as he felt his bangs being pinned up and away from where they should be. Ussop sniggered.

"I know your eyebrows both curl to the right but…" Ussop tried and failed stifled a snicker, causing the blonde's head to snap up and glare at him. "Eek! Uh… You… Y-you look h-handsome?" He squeaked.

Now he really really really wanted to murder the man. "Another word from you and I'll fillet you alive, mince you and feed you to the dogs."

The make-up artist froze. Swallowing hard, he reached over to grab a brush and started applying the foundation. Ussop tried to recompose himself, reminding himself that Robin's watching and waiting. An angry Robin is a whole lot scarier than Sanji'll ever be. Ever.

Sanji winced as Ussop placed mascara on his lashes. Damn are the itchy. How women can even stand such torture— and even inflict in on themselves for shit's sake! They must either be really tolerant of the pain. When Ussop started to paint his lips a deep rose color with a brush, he he owed Robin a lot and one small favour such as this shouldn't be a problem but… With all the things he's been forced to wear, he could feel his dignity slipping away.

Ussop tied his hair and tried to get the wig to fit perfectly into his head. After much effort the wig was put naturally in placed. He applied the finishing touches and smiled at his work. "Pretty as a lady!" Sanji opened his eyes slowly and could not believe what he sees in the mirror. He doesn't look like some circus freak. He doesn't look like one of those freaky cross dressing trannies either. He looked… No, there was no 'he' in the mirror. Only a she.

He looked… like a girl. A pretty girl at that. Sanji was about to stand when metal cuffs appeared from the arm rests and held his arms and hands in place. ""O-Oi! What—" Metal cuffs also shot out from the peg legs of the chair, binding his feet, hence disabling him from kicking. "The fuck is this shit—" The cook looked around and saw Ussop shaking in a corner holding a remote. Well that explains a lot.

"I-it's not what it looks like!" The poor man trembled under Sanji's glare. "I-I… R-robin asked Franky to m-make one for y-you cause she said if we didn't restrain you… y-you'd—"

"Shut the fuck up you shitty long nose coward and release me!" Sanji snarled. This whole thing was ridiculous! First his agreeing to put make up on and cross dress, and now this… this chair! Just what is it that they planned on doing to him that they had to bind him to a fucking chair?!

"R-robin's orders!" The long nose said as he nervously approached the blonde. When he was within touching distance, he took out a couple of bandage looking things and stuck it on the blonde's bare legs.

"I'll kill you Ussop! Mince your innards and throw them into a simmering pot of your blood and sweat and tears! And then I'll-"

"My, my, be more gentle with Cook-san, Make-up-Artist-Master-kun," a sweet alto voice was heard, followed by a slight chuckle. Both heads turned towards her direction with a relieved expression. "Let's get started shall we?" She smiled at Ussop, much to Sanji's horror.

"I don't understand Robin," he began. "Don't you trust me to behave myself?"

"Don't misunderstand, Cook-san," she said calmly. "It's not that we don't trust you. It's simply standard operation procedure to make sure you wouldn't be breaking anything."

"What do you—OW SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Sanji screamed, struggling to break free of his bonds. "DAMMIT USSOP YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING TO ME?!"

"Uh… waxing your legs…?" Ussop replied in a small voice, clearly shaken by the other's sudden outburst.

"Shit," Sanji growled. No wonder they had him restrained. Were it not for this chair, he'd have kick Ussop through a couple of walls by now. And Robin wouldn't like that. Not at all. "How do you even…"

Robin shrugged and flashed her one of her famous devious smiles. "Good luck, Cook-san." Sanji groaned in pain as Ussop patted his right leg.

"Ready for round two?"

"How many…" Sanji looked warily at Robin, clearly hating every moment of this agonizing torture.

"As many as we need to completely remove all the hair from your legs," She said with a honeyed tone. Her eyes glints mischievously as she turns to leave. "Make sure you remove all of it long nose-kun. I'll see you downstairs in a while."

"Yes Robin."

Sanji squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as his body responds to the pain.

Note to self, women are wonderful creatures. But one should never owe them any debt of any sort.

Especially not Nico Robin.


The whole thing was boring him to death.

Here he sees Robin in an elegant dress droning on about things he doesn't care to know. About poneglyphs and the void history. Sure it was important to Robin and all, and that's only half of the half the of half of the reason why he came here.

Zoro didn't want to go. He was all tight and itchy wearing a charleston green slim-cut jacket with a moss green dress shirt and a stupid looking honeydew necktie Perona made him wear.

Not to mention that the slacks make it really hard for him to move around. The loafers weren't comfortable to walk around in either. He prefers his military boots to expensive fancy schmancy shoes any day.

The green mask he wore was really uncomfortable as well, with the stupid feathers tickling his temples every now and then.

Given a choice, he'd just stay home and sleep or go to a bar and drink some booze. But no. Mihawk and Perona just had to drag him along.

'Because it's uncute to not go to parties and because he had to stop training at some point and go enjoy life', Perona had whined like she always does. He does enjoy his life. There's nothing more fun than training and beating the shit out of people. But Perona calls it uncute and practically forces him to get dressed. And Mihawk actually agreed with her. Her of all people.

'Because there'd be good food and wine', Mihawk had told him.

The fuck kind of reason is that? They both know that the booze at home was tons better. And since when was Mihawk into food? Zoro rolled his eyes. The only reason why Mihawk so insisted they go because Shanks would be there, and he didn't trust the place to Zoro.

Zoro smirked. Both Perona and him knew that Mihawk had a huge, HUGE crush on the man, but was just too creepy, Perona had said, to admit it.

Speaking of which, Zoro and Perona just witnessed their caretaker be dragged of into a dark corner by said man. Zoro rolled his eyes and moved away, not wanting to witness two old men making out. Perona followed him whining about how uncute Mihawk and Shanks were and how a pink bow would fix that.

Choosing to ignore the pink haired goth, he wandered off into the dance floor unconsciously and bumped into someone. Turning around to apologize, he found himself face to face with a furious blonde.

"No, I do not want to go have happy time with you nor do I want to talk to you or dance for that matter, so a very good night to you sir, and go fuck yourself, thank you very much." The blonde spat and curtsied mockingly before turning her heel and walked away, leaving a very amused, very confused Zoro to follow her.

The swordsman found himself attracted to her feisty personality. Finally someone to talk to in this dull party! He quickly grabbed her hand and spun her around. The blonde was caught by surprised and tripped over her heels.

"The fuck was that about shithead?" She squeaked as he caught her. Zoro smirked as he gazed longingly into those endless blue eyes.

"You're welcome," he offered sarcastically as the blonde pulled herself up from their awkward position. Zoro took the opportunity to check her out. Blue eyes, blonde hair. Though the upper half of her face was covered in a beautiful prussian blue mask embedded with crystals. "I'm Roronoa Zoro by the way."

"You're not supposed to tell me who you are you idiot moss head," the blonde rolled her eyes, crossing his arms. Zoro grinned at the nickname. Normally he'd be ticked, but there's just something in the way the blonde said it that made it seem almost endearing. The green haired man watch in amusement as her eyes grew wide with realization and her lips slowly parted. "Wait, Roronoa Zoro, as in the super model Roronoa Zoro?!"

"I'm taking you're a fan?" He teased. Of course she was. All the women were.

The blonde bit her lip as she pouted. "I-I'm not your fucking fan shit head." She cursed. But unlike her previous words, this one seemed rather forced in Zoro's opinion. Finding out who he was must be a shock for her, he smirked.

Still, it was amusing him to no end that someone outside his circle of family, friends and enemies, a fangirl at that, was cursing him. "Stop grinning like that. It's freaking me out."

He likes her. He likes this blonde a lot. "Dance with me."

It was more of a statement than a question as he didn't even wait for the blonde to answer before pulling her close to his body and positioning his hand at her slim waist. Zoro smiled inwardly. Having her with him like this felt all the right in the world.

The way she was blushing as they slid fluidly on the floor, their limbs tangling ever so slightly every now and then. The way she fit so perfectly into his frame as he pulled her close, feeling her heart beat against his. For the first time that night, he felt grateful that Perona dressed him up nicely and that Mihawk threatened him to come to this masquerade.

As the music ended, the blonde pulled away hesitantly from him. "I have to go…"

That pulled Zoro out of his thoughts. "Wait, now? But it's just midnight! The party doesn't end until an hour or two later." No, you can't go. Not yet!

The blonde shook her head. She looked so sad. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." She said quietly, pulling her hands from Zoro's hold.

"Then… Can you at least tell me your name?" Zoro pleaded. It's been so long since he's felt that fluttering feeling in his chest. So long since that longing for a companion, someone to wake up to, someone to hold. And now that he's found it again, it's slipping away from between his fingers.

The blonde shook her head, a little irritated by the persistence of the green haired man. "I already said no shit head now fuck off. I have to go." She hissed, turning away.

Zoro couldn't control himself. He yanked the mask off the blonde and gazed into those deep blue pools, trying to memorize her face for as much as he can before she gets away. He could feel the blonde stiffening in his old and stubbornly tugging her hand from his grip.

He was swept off his feet, quite literally when the blonde had yanked her hand from his and performed a low kick. Zoro landed on his butt and sat there trying to comprehend what just happened as he heard the sound of heels clacking against the marble floor.

"Wait!" Zoro quickly jumped up and chased after her. Even in those heels, the blonde was fast. Zoro pushed through the crowd. He can't let her get away just yet. Not now. When he was so close. He ran after her through the hallway leading to the exit.

Shit, she was almost gone. Not caring anymore what Perona would do to him, he ripped off the restricting suit and was soon running with only with an unbuttoned dress shirt.

The blonde must have noticed his increase in speed because she impossibly did as well. He cursed in frustration when he saw her jump into a waiting black car and slowed to a stop on the sidewalk as he watched her speed away.

Looking at the mask the blonde once possessed, Zoro turned and walked towards his bike, taking his mask off in the process. He sat down for a while and closed his eyes, trying to remember what the blonde had looked like without the mask.

Beautiful creamy white skin, piercing sapphire eyes and soft golden locks. Zoro snapped his eyes open and grinned. It was an unusual feature that blonde had, and he was sure as hell there isn't many women around that has blonde hair, blue eyes, a feisty attitude and two very curly eyebrows.

He set aside both masks and sped off into the night. He'd find the blonde. Being a supermodel has does have its perks, and for once, he was damn glad to be one. He will find that blonde.

After all, how hard would it be to locate a hot blonde chic with blue eyes and a pair of really uniquely curly eyebrows?


A/N: [slightly edited as of 3/6/13]

First, regarding the color of Zoro's suit jacket, charleston green, the name originated after the American Civil War where the people of Charleston, South Carolina mixed the black with a little bit of yellow and blue. It's technically and extremely dark shade of cyan.

Second, about the whole cross dressing of Sanji, I know that under no circumstance would he ever cross dress an a girl, especially seeing as he had spent two years in okama hell. But he IS a gentleman, so seeing as he DID tell Robin to "just ask" if she needed anything, he can't just go back on his word.

Third, I mentioned "eyes" instead of "eye", because here, when Ussop fixed Sanji's hair, he DID make careful note to hide his eyebrows under the fake bangs.

Fourth, yes Zoro is being a bit OOC here. Actually, he's being a LOT OOC here (I'm so sorry about that!)

Lastly, this is not, and will not be a genderbend fic with a fem!Sanji. It is and will always be a manxman fic from start to end. (I might even include some smut in the later chapters) so if yaoi or BL ain't your style, may I suggest that you stay clear of this story. Thanks for reading~