Title: Wanted

Description: Sanji had taken an unexpected souvenir from his stay on Kammabakka Island. Little did he know what it meant for Zoro. Nakamaship. I am still contemplating their relationship, so there might be implied slash or slash in the future chapters.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Luffy, the soon-to-be-pirate king, and Luffy belongs to Oda Eiichiro :)

Spoilers: Return to Sabaody Arc /Pre Fishman Island Arc

Warning: Extreme drama and cheesiness, with some OOC moments. Harsh Language.

Author's notes: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfic and I thank you all for checking it out! Reviews are very welcome, be it constructive criticism or simply just a casual comment. Anything that would help improve my writing skills is greatly appreciated! :)

The following chapter will be longer than this one~

The man yawned, scratching at his purple mess of an afro, slightly out of its usual shape due to its encounter with the pink heart-shaped pillow from a good night's rest. The rounded crown sat snugly at the top of his head.

Honestly, it was tough being queen. Some random blonde had trespassed into his kingdom, attracted and attacked all his people, snatched away the 99 Vital Recipes, only to leave two years later without a single word of apology or gratitude. He still remembered the look on the blonde boy's face from yesterday, when he departed from Kammabakka with the queen's candies.

Just the memory of it was pissing him off.

After the queen's routine of greeting his beautiful subjects who complimented his exotic make-up and outfit, he walked elegantly to the long dining table, and seated himself as a maid pulled out his exclusive magenta chair-or he should have, had he not seen the castle wall where posters of the Straw Hat Crew were hanging.

"Inazuma," The Okama King gestured towards the paper-covered wall with his gloved finger, "Weren't there three more wanted posters when Vi last put them up?"

"Iva-san," the yellow and white haired lady, as Inazuma had chosen to be, answered mildly, "I happened to witness a tall, lean silhouette ripping them from the wall sometime before the going away party for Black Leg Sanji." She paused to let out an almost inaudible chuckle. "The stench of tobacco was overwhelming at the crime scene…"

Ivankov's azure make-up smeared where his brows gathered up into a frown. His long, deadly lashes fluttered thoughtfully, and for a short while, an expression of absolute bewilderment took over.

Then a knowing smile drew across the okama's wide jaw.

To confirm his suspicion, he inspected the three empty spaces among the remaining posters, and eventually put two and two together. The smile, then, evolved into a full-on fit that had the large man rolling on the floor, clutching at his stomach while he strained to not die of laughter. Inazuma stood, gawking at this odd behavior, tracing the Queen's movements with concerned eyes. If it was any other occasion, Ivankov would have pretended to be in pain, and followed it up with his usual "… I'm fine! Hee-Haw!" to relieve his fooled candies from their worry.

But not now. Not when he had discovered the biggest joke of his life.

Now he was really looking forward to his next encounter with the blonde.