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Hey guys! I finally decided to go ahead and start this ZoSan fanfic. Zoro x Sanji are defiantly my favorite OP ship and I loved the idea of them in a Pride and Prejudice setting! I hope you guys like it! ;)

A One Piece Twist

Chapter One

The setting sun sparkled off the water of the lake and the breeze played with the ends of Sanji's blond hair. The man laying on the grass next to him sighed and looked through the willow branches to catch a glimpse of the blue sky.

"I just want to be myself and not what people expect of me. I don't want to be recognized for my money," the man said. Sanji took a drag of his cigarette and plucked a blade of grass by his foot, twirling it between his slender fingers.

"Have you ever thought about getting a job? Maybe one out of state where you could start from the bottom and work your way up. You said you liked kendo, right? Why not start there?"

The tan man next to him turned toward Sanji, propping himself up on his elbows and looked at the blond. "You think so? Its not exactly that easy."

Sanji shrugged. "You can make it as easy or as complicated as you want. I gave up everything to be were I am today and, granted, it might not be the best position, but I'm happy were I ended up. You could, too."

With that he stood up and flicked the burned out cigarette in one of the nearby trash cans. He raised his hand in farewell as he turned his back and left the man by the lake. "See ya around, man, and good luck."

The other man just grunted in response, but Sanji could feel the man's gaze on his back. By the time Sanji had gotten back to the guest house were he was staying, the blond had already forgotten the handsome man by the lake, and those piercing forest green eyes.

2 years later

"BREAKFAST IS READY YOU BASTARDS!" Sanji shouted up the stairs to the second floor, "Your food is ready, too, Nami-Swan~!"

After, he made his way back to the kitchen to set the last of the food out on the table. Soon the padding of feet on the hardwood floor above him shifted to the stair case and finally into the huge dinning room of the Sky Island Country Club where Sanji had set up breakfast.

He turned and smiled warmly at his family as they sat down at the large oak table. " Good morning, everyone," he greeted as he placed the last glass of water at his seat. He got a collective greeting of tired grunts in return, except from Nami, of course, because ladies are too sophisticated to do anything like grunting.

"Sanji," Ussopp whined as he yawned, "You know how much I enjoy your food, but its summer now! Does breakfast have to be so early?"

"Well, Ussop, " he replied as he sat down, "You can sleep in as late as you want, but if you don't come when I call, then you don't eat till the next meal." He was smiling while he said this, but it was a dangerous smile. One Ussop new meant trouble if Sanji was further provoked. Instead he grumbled and shoved a chunk of pancake in his mouth.

Sanji mentally acknowledged the long nosed man's wise choice and turned to his youngest sibling. "So, Chopper, are you excited about tomorrow?"

The said teen perked up and smiled happily, "Yes! Although I am a little nervous, too. I heard Doctor Rine was pretty strict, but she's also the best of the best!" Sanji could see Chopper's energy rise with every word. He nodded while he chewed a piece of toast, watching the sparkle in Chopper's eyes grow brighter.

"You know," Nami said after she daintily sipped her orange juice, "If Chopper gets his medical training this summer, next year will be his last year of high school." The pride in her voice was evident.

Chopper rubbed his fluffy brown hair, "It doesn't make me happy when you brag about me you jerk!" But it was quite clear that it did, if the smile and blush on his face were indicators.

"My babies are growing up so fast!" Exclaimed Shanks dramatically. "Chopper is only 15 and is already going to graduate high school! I'm so old!" He raised his right arm, his only arm, and put his hand against his forehead and pouted. Sanji couldn't help but smile at Shanks's words, and even more when his partner, Mihawk, rolled his golden eyes at the man's theatrics, but continued to eat his food.

Sanji opened his mouth to say something but the French doors leading to the out side opened sharply. A 'Yo ho ho!' sounded loudly through the room.

"Brook!" Chopper and Shanks exclaimed happily as they rushed toward the tall man in the doorway. "Yo ho! Hello, everyone!" He laughed, his huge afro bouncing, as the teen and the redhead latched on to him.

"Hello, Brook," Mihawk greeted with a small smile. "Why didn't you inform us you were coming today? I thought your arrival was next week."

"Yeah!" Chopper concurred, "We could have picked you up!"

"Yo ho! That's alright. It was sort of a last minute decision," Brook said as he detangled himself from the clutching limbs. Sanji grinned as he stood. "You hungry, Brook?" He asked the black man, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, yes!" The said man nodded, already sitting down. Sanji gave him a plate of food and started on cleaning the pots and pans in the open kitchen. He sighed, contented, as he made his way through the usual motions. He knew this kitchen as well as he knew the backs of his hands, so he really didn't need to concentrate on his actions. He let the voices of his patch quilt family fade into background noise and let his thoughts drift.

Today marked the day he had come to this place over 11 years ago, and the day the Sky Island Country Club had become his home. Granted, at the time he didn't know it, but he was grateful that it had been this club's advertisement that Zeff had seen and not another. Sanji's heart hurt at the thought of his late father Zeff Baratie.

Sure the man hadn't been his actual father, but the old geezer had adopted him at an early age after saving him from drowning, and he owed his cooking education, and, frankly, his whole life to the shitty old man.

Despite the pain in his chest, Sanji couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Zeff; peg leg, braided mustache and all. Even though they hadn't had a very vocal relationship, they always knew that they loved and respected one another. He remembered the day he and Zeff had pulled up in their shitty, beat up Volkswagen and meeting the very odd, but eccentric owners of the country club they now would work for for the season. Sanji remembered stepping into the kitchen - his kitchen now- for the first time and how Zeff had scoured the entire room before he was satisfied and then begin to cook right then and there.

Shanks and Mihawk had been so impressed with their dinner that night that they immediately asked Zeff and Sanji to become year round employees. The next year has been the happiest of Sanji's life. At first he had been weary of the new bosses, especially Mihawk, but he was won over with their kindness and respect. Then that happiness ended one rainy afternoon, and everything changed.

Sanji shuddered at the quick mental pictures that flashed through his mind before it became blank with no memories to speak of. No matter how hard he tried, the blonde chef could not remember that day. He knew that he and Zeff had gone to town to shop, but everything after that, till the time he woke up in the hospital two weeks later, was blank.

His hand subconsciously went to the curtain of hair that covered his left eye to make sure it was in place. He bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his white teeth as he pulled his thoughts back to the present, his ears picking up the laughing of the group in the dining room. The blonde looked out the serving window and smiled as he observed the people there. Every one of them had been adopted - willingly or not - into Sky Islands family of misfits.

Nami and Sanji had been there the longest, Nami arriving about two months after what Mihawk, Shanks, and Sanji called 'the accident'. The feisty redhead had been distrustful of everyone at first, and took another 2 months before she could speak civilly to any of them. Sanji didn't know the whole story, and he knew it painted Nami to talk about it, but it had something to do about her family being murdered by a mob boss after not paying protection money. She was the only survivor.

Looking at her now, though, you would never know that the angry little girl had ever existed. The only thing remaining was a leftover scar from the gangs tribal tattoo that they had to used to mark her. Sanji's teeth ground together from the memory of it. Nami had hated that scar and herself so much that she took the sharpest kitchen knife and tried to stab the tattoo off of her arm, crying hysterically. From then on Sanji vowed to protect her with his life.

His memories were interrupted by Ussop's obnoxious laughter as the curly haired man told Chopper and Brook an obvious lie, but which the two idiots believed. Usopp and a baby Chopper had been next to join the motley crew. Shanks had found Ussop through an orphanage after catching him being beaten for telling a lie. The 10 year old child refused to leave his friend Chopper, who he and found abandoned in an alley, and had adopted as his little brother. Because of this the two had always been close and almost inseparable despite 6 year age gap. Beside Ussop Brook laughed loudly as he told a joke about skeletons.

Sanji smirked at the lanky man. Brook, well, Brook just sort of wandered into the club one day and never left. Until he started to launch his singing career 3 years before, the man had been the club musician. He had sent a letter to Shanks and Mihawk a few weeks ago asking to come back to the club to work. Apparently business was so good he could afford to come home for the summer.

Even though the black man was well into his thirties, Sanji and the rest of the club family got along with him and had inducted him into their family almost immediately. Brook didn't like to talk about his past, but Sanji could pick up that it was tragic like Nami's was, and he didn't want to pry into the man's life, digging up his pain.

The blonde chef shook his head as he wandered into the dining room and started cleaning off Brook's plate and put the rest of the food away. When he was done, Mihawk called for their attention. He cleared his throat and spoke, "Ok, everyone, here's the plan for today," He pulled a list out of the back pocket of his jeans, being the only person besides Sanji to be in something other then pajamas, and read off its instructions.

"Chopper, you and Shanks are going to finish working on the guest rooms. Make sure you quickly touch up the ones you, Shanks, and Sanji did yesterday," the black haired man reminded the young teen. "Yes, sir!" declared Chopper, hand placed on his forehead in a salute. Then he and Shanks, well him mostly, bounded up the stairs, almost like a deer, energy practically sparking off his body.

Sanji watched them disappear and turned back to Mihawk. "Ussop," he continued, " Nami, you guys and I will be working outside again." The tall man narrowed his eyes at it Ussop. " No goofing off today, yeah?"

Sanji watched the long nose man swallow visibly under Mihawks scary-ass stare. "Yes, o - okay," he stuttered in confirmation. Satisfied, the man turned to Sanji and Brook. "I need you two to run to town and get me some things. Here is a list and, Sanji, don't forget to pick up the mail from the post office."

The blonde nodded, taking the list from his adopted father's hand, and walked with Brook out to the car. Grabbing the keys on the hook by the door, Brook laughed a 'Yo ho!' as he unlocked the car and got into the driver side. Sanji stood by the vehicle for a moment before taking a deep breath and wrapping his trembling fingers around the door handle to open it. Carefully he slid into his seat, and gave Brooke an apologetic smile.

The blonde chef hated to admit it, but he absolutely hated vehicles after the accident. At first it was so bad that he would freak out by just standing close to one, but over the last 8 years he had trained himself to be able to ride in one for short periods of time, like riding to town and back, which lasted about 15 minutes at most before he had an all-out panic attack.

Brook just smiled warmly at him as he adjusted the small circular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The musician then pulled out of the driveway and made their way toward town. Sanji fidgeted the whole way, jerking his legs in an unbreakable up and down rhythm and tapping his fingers listlessly against the arm rest.

It was a miracle to Sanji when they finally got to their destination, and he literally unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop. Quickly he adjusted his shirt and shorts in an effort to calm himself, his breathing heavy.

Brook joined him outside the vehicle when it is parked and twirled his cane around his finger, whistling. "So, Sanji, what's first?" He asks Sanji casually. Sanji pulled out the list from his khaki shorts pocket. "Well, it's mostly cleaning supplies and some miscellaneous items, so do you think you can handle it?" He asked before holding out the paper to his friend. He then pulls out a list he made last night. "I have some shopping for supplies of my own to do. " He hated that his voice was still a little shaky.

If Brook noticed, he didn't say anything as he took the offered paper from Sanji, nodding. "Yeah. That shouldn't be a problem! Yo ho!" After that he was distracted by pretty girl. "May I see your panties?" He called, racing after her. Sanji laughed as he wandered over to the farmers market. The vendors greeted him with calls and wide smiles, especially the women.

" Sanji! " One of them called as they waved him over. "Ishilly!" He gushed as he took the raven's soft hand in his own and kissed it. She giggled and blushed, the color dusting nicely over her freckles. "My dear, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Say, isn't the club opening tomorrow?" She replied, smiling as she leaned toward him giving him a perfect view of her bosom. "Yes, lovely Ishilly, its at 2 o'clock sharp." Sanji answered, averting his eyes to avoid getting a nose bleed and to observe the fruits and vegetables laid out in the crates in front of him. "Now, what does the wonderful Madam Sharley have for me today?"

Sanji was walking through the crowded streets on his way back to the car when he became aware of someone watching him. His arms were loaded with bags of food, so he moved as quickly as he could manage without bruising the food or ripping the bags. People from the shops greeted him and called questions as he passed by, but the blonde answered them distractedly, as he weaved through alleys and turned and twisted, trying to lose his pursuer. Sanji was fully aware now that he was being followed, although whether it was a friend or foe Sanji was uncertain.

Finally he arrived at the car and let out a sigh of relief as he saw Brook talking to a pretty lady, one that Sanji recognized. "My lovely Robin- chwan!" he greeted happily. The pretty raven turned and smiled, her eyes hidden by her reflect his sunglasses. "Why, hello, Sanji. How are you?"

Robin O'Hara was an old friend of Sanji and Nami's . The three had hung out together since they were children. "Oh," Sanji started 'I'm just a little creeped out,' he thought but said, "I'm great!"

Having Brook pop the trunk of the car, he carefully placed in the bags of groceries before turning to Robin. They gave each other a hug and Robin kissed him lightly on the lips. He breathed in her smell of ink and books, memories taking hold.

For a little while in high school he and Robin had dated, but the relationship only lasted for 6 months before they split amicably. Even through their dating phase Sanji still felt like he and Robin were siblings more than significant others, so even if his pride had been hurt, which it wasn't of course, he still considered Robin a valuable friend and she felt the same way towards Sanji as well. If anything, they had grown even closer than before over the years.

"That's good to hear," she smiled lightly, no doubt picking up the hitch in Sanji's voice. The woman had eyes everywhere, and they were as sharp as Mihawk's.

He pulled away. "Are you excited for the party tomorrow?" His teasing tone made Robin smile. "Oh, I'm just brimming with excitement." The sarcasm made Sanji bark out a laugh that was cut short as a shudder went up his spine.

Down the street he saw a speeding truck. In the middle of the road was a rubber ball bouncing, then rolling to a stop, and a little girl shot out to retrieve it. His fear rose and a scream caught in his throat. Before he knew it, he was down the street, running toward the child. The truck wasn't slowing down and the small girl was completely oblivious to the vehicle barreling toward her until it was almost two yards away.

"Watch out!" His scream was finally pushed past his lips just before he dove and grabbing the child seconds before the truck hit her. The said vehicle swerved and screeched to a stop as Sanji tumbled across the rough asphalt, wrapping the little girl in a tight embrace. Some where he heard a woman scream.

His head cracked sharply against a telephone pole as his body was slammed to a stop. The ringing in his ears was unbearable and a pain blossomed in his head. God... He groaned as he unwrapped his arms from the little girl. He sat up and cracked his eyes open.

"Are you alright?" He asked the terrified child. Sobbing, she nodded. Sanji could see she was indeed alright and watched as Robin, Brook, and another woman, whom he assumed was a child mother, race over.

The red truck was still in the middle of the road, the bouncy ball on the pavement long forgotten. He let the child run to her mother and his eyes watched them unfocused until he found someone was shaking his shoulders. His cerulean colored eye slowly dragged over to find Robin with a worried Brooke looking at him over her shoulder.

Sanji realized that he could see Robin speaking, but no sound reached his ears over the ringing in his head. 'Sanji,' he saw her say, 'Are you alright?!' Memories flashed unbidden, and the sound came rushing back to his ears. He stood up quickly, but regretted it as the world spun around him. Still the memories tried to push fourth.

"I- I ' m fine, my dear," he managed to say.

He reached in his pocket for a cigarette and, with trembling fingers, placed it between his lips and successfully flicked on his lighter. He took a long, shakey breath, the nicotne helping calm his nerves.

"Thank you so much!" The mother of the little girl wailed and attacked Sanji in a bear hug.

The blond gave a gentle smile and patted the womans back.

"If there is anything you need, anything at all, we will do our best to repay you!"

Sanji blushed. "There is no need for that, my lovely lady," he reassured as he withdrew the cancer stick from his mouth. . "I would gladly do it again if the need arose. Payment isn't necessary. "

"Oh, but it is! No matter what you ask for, nothing will compair to the life of my baby!" The mother wailed happily as she clutched her daughter.

He could see that refusing her would just cause her pain, so with his sincerest thanks he said he would remember. The woman left then, traumatized child in tow, and soon disappeared. Sanji looked around and noticed that quite the crowd of spectators had gathered. He wanted to tell them to fuck off, but suddenly felt very tired.

"Brook," he groaned as the said man took hold of Sanji's arm and drapped it over his own bony shoulders, "please take me home."

The musician noddd in agreement and helped Sanji walk unsteadily back to the car while Robin excused herself to speak with the police. They made it back to the country club and before he could be bombarded with questions, Brook recounted the story with so many more lies then truth he would've done Ussop proud and ended it with a "Yo ho!".

Shanks looked at Mihawk worriedly and Chopper shrieked, "Sanji, sit down! You could have a concussion! Sit down!"

The blond chef obliged and hissed with pain when his skin streched as he sat, pulling at the multiple cuts and patches of road rash he had recieved from his tumble across the asphalt. Chopper fussed as he checked Sanji's eyes for signs of brain damage, then gently cut away the tatters that remained. Damn it all, it had been one of his favorite shirts, too. The pink hawian shirt had been a gift from Shanks last summer, admittedly it had been bought for him as a joke, but the blond genuinely liked the shirt and wore it with pride.

"Well," Ussop laughed nervously as the bloody shirt was thrown into the trash, " at least that God awful shirt is gone. It can finally rest in piece. "

Sanji was too tired to yell any obsanities at the long nosed bastard, so he settled on a glare that sufficiently conveyed his thoughts on the comment. Ussop paled a little and squeaked about forgetting to put the ladder away as he ran out the door. Sanji groaned in pain as Chopper cleaned his wounds, the majority being on his back and shoulders, and then wrapped him bandages.

"You should go to bed and get some rest," Shanks said softly as he placed a gentle hand on Sanji's shoulder.

Sanji nodded and stood to make his way up stairs. He turned to see everyone stare at him with concern.

"There are plenty of left overs in the fridge. So don't any of you bastards lay so much as a finger on anything other then the plates in there, got it?" he said as he tried to scowl, "Nami, your plate has your name on it, okay?"

A small smile lit up her face, but her eyes still held worry. "I got it, Sanji, now go get you butt into bed."

He grunted and treked the way to his room. He opened the door and breathed in the scent of his blend of cigarette spice and the smell of cedar wood. The room itself wasn't big, but wasn't small either. It was just right for Sanji.. it showed signs of Sanji everywhere from the suits in his wardrobe to the ribbons of cooking competitions pinned to the wall.

He shuffled over to his bed and opened the window to let in the fresh summer night air.

"Gah..." he sighed as he lowered himself onto his matteress. 'Today was just too crazy', he thought,' Hopefully tomorrow everything will be back to normal...'

He realized, just before sleep took him, that he didn't even know the names of the child and her mother...and that he forgot to get the mail...

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