Author's Note: I'm writing this for a near and dear friend whose favorite fandom just happens to be Gin x Sanji. Visit her fansite. I'll list it on my profile. .

Warning: This fic is very AU. It's set in modern times with a little (okay a lot) of OOCness. There will be crossovers and there will be slash. Please don't read if those things just piss you off. The good news: no OC's. I wouldn't do that to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the other animes I mention. I do own a Guitar Hero II game though. That's enough.

Italic type indicates Sanji's thoughts this chapter.

The Story:

This is going to be a great day.

"Sanji, super chef and madly good-looking young man, soon to be graduate of the Pantasia Culinary Academy, bounds out of his dorm with a devil-may-care smile. And, may I say, perfect model hair.

"Damn that's a good monologue," Sanji muttered to himself as he sauntered toward the University's main building. He ignored the odd looks passing students gave him as he strode by, alternatively muttering and whistling.

Sanji was in a good mood today. He was graduating! After two years of working nonstop on his degree he was finally achieving his goal. Grinning, he strode swiftly down concrete sidewalks through the trees and sorority buildings.

It had taken Sanji his entire senior year to convince his parents that, yes there is such a thing as a degree in 'cooking', and that yes you can actually make money doing it. They were especially reluctant to give in because Sanji was an only child and the school he wanted to attend was in Oregon. That is, several states away from Maine and mother. He had felt it part of the charm.

They had finally consented, sending Sanji enough to live on for the two years he went to school, but Sanji knew that he would eventually have to pay his own way some day. That day was the day after he graduated—tomorrow. But Sanji had no qualms. With his skills and charisma he would be hired in any of the restaurants nearby, no doubt about it.

Perhaps Spaghetti Champloo, the finest Italian eatery in the northwest would be good enough. Or Ichamaru, the Japanese chain started by Naruto, the famous actor, would be better. Yes, that would be best. Sanji felt himself to be an expert in any sort of cuisine, but he had to admit his real skill lay in the subtle flavorings of Japanese foods. He had only Nami to blame of course…

"What do you mean you only have me to blame?!!! I recall it was you who begged me to bring you something to eat when you were writing that paper on "The Daring Complexities of Wasabi". Great title, by the way," Nami snorted, shoving Sanji out of her 6'00" (plus stilettos) way.

"It was "The Delectable Complexities of Wasabi"! Besides, how did you know I way talking about you?" Sanji asked, startled. How does she do that?

"You were talking out loud again, Sweetie. It's no wonder no man in shining armor has appeared to whisk you away. You sound daft," Nami grinned, as she strutted alongside Sanji.

"What do you mean 'man'?!? I'm as straight as an arrow, as you very well know. I just have incredible fashion sense that cannot be limited to the narrow category of heterosexual. Haven't you ever heard of metrosexual? Many women find me very attractive," Sanji's face reddened as he retaliated. "Besides, you're just avoiding the blame. You did feed me entirely on take out sushi and ramen for a month. Of course I have a Japanese obsession."

"I'm changing the subject? Metrosexual," She looked Sanji from top to bottom. "Right."

Sanji had gone a little overboard that morning in his excitement. There's nothing wrong with a baby blue button-up and leather pants. Well, maybe the pants are a little tight. And the shirt is shiny, which I like, especially with these matching shoes. Lots of men wear shiny, tight clothes. She just doesn't understand high fashion.

"Hey, we're here. Finally," Nami said, grabbing Sanji to keep him from walking right by the huge glass doors.

"We're here? Yes! Today is the day! This is the greatest day of my life," Sanji beamed as he entered. "And tomorrow will be even better."

Tomorrow will be even better.