Title: The Great Zoro

Pairing: ZoroxSanji

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters or Freakonomics. They all belong to their rightful owners. All that appears in this is pure fiction written by a fan for fans.

A/N: Yay! Another fanfic up! This time an anime one!~ I hope you enjoy this! And even if you don't thanks for giving this a chance. Don't forget this is a YAOI / BOYS LOVE story, meaning BOY ON BOY! So with this please read on! Much love!

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ChApTeR 1

His bright-blond hair spread its self across the desk he momentarily had laid his head on. He was frustrated. Work was driving him crazy and now college just made him want to go out ride a taxi and kill someone. It didn't matter who it was. Despite his skinniness, his tall figure made him intimidating. Even if that someone had the galls to attempt to take him on, his steel-like legs could knock their spines out of place. Not to mention that's only if he were going easy on them.

"Sanji!" His head shot up at the sound of his angels voice.

"Nami-swa~an!" He stood and lunged himself into her arms. Well, he would have if she hadn't dodged him.

"I'm happy to see your doing well." She crossed her arms under her chest as the sarcasm rang from her lips.

"Please, tell me what brings a beautiful woman, like you, to bless my day?"

"Our professor is looking for you. He told me that if I saw you to tell you 'to get your ass to his office.' So get your ass to his office."

"Come now Lovely, wouldn't it be better for both of us to get lunch instead?"

"Sanji," She shakes her head, "For every second you waste to get to that forsaken office," she smiles tenderly, " I'm going to charge you fifty Bellies with an intrest of forty percent." She didn't get to finish before all she got to see was an empty desk.

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"Damn bastard." Sanji mumbled to himself as he stood outside fixing his tie by his professor's door. He knew the guy had these small quirks about being 'presentable.'Not that he mind. He loved looking good. You could say it's his hobby. He didn't know if they had the same thing in mind though. His teach liked to wear fur coats and a bunch of rings on his hands. Well, hand. One of his limbs had been turned into a hook. Sanji never questioned it but he really never got used to it either. Pale knuckles rapped on the hunk of wood three times before he let himself in. "You called Croc-man?"

"For the last time," The leather seat squeeked as the guy turned to face him, "that's Mr. Crocodile to you." He scolded, taking a long, deep, drag of his cigar. 'Damn Cuban cigars.'Sanji thought. Not to get him wrong, he liked a good smoke too- some even called him a chain smoker (actually most would) but there was difference. Unlike his "professor", he didn't smoke 'till the whole room was clouded in grey and white. He could barely make out Crocodile's outline. "I'm guessing Nami found you." Sanji let out a huff.

"You knew if you sent her I'd be here faster than the speed of light." The nicotine in the air started to make him nauseous. 'Croc-man could atleast open a window.' "What was it that you need so I can get the hell outta here."

"Oh! Right. I almost forgot." The older man opened a drawer and pulled out a light brown folder then threw it to the other. Even if Sanji rarely used his hands, he caught the flying paper with ease. "Inside is your next assignment." Sanji grunted. Although it was low, Crocodile heard it. "Stop. It's not like your some kind of assassin or even a second-rate agent. So shut up and get to work." With those words, he shooed the blond-head away with a way of his hand. Knowing he couldn't say anything back, Sanji stomped out and slamed the door behind him.

"Damn Croc-man." He could feel his curly eyebrow twitch. He looked at the folder briefly and sighed. 'Oh well.'

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A/N: Here's chapter one! Yay! I know this is kind of dumb but please stay or give me some feed back to make it better! I don't even mind Flames! So R&R!