Author's Notes: This drabble, and hopefully a few more, are inspired by the anime series, Loveless. An anime series with yaoi and yuri overtones in it. (I really need to take a break after I post this one. So, please don't be angry if you don't see an update for this line of stories for a while. Gomen nasai in advance!!!)

One Piece (and the characters within) are created and owned by the fabulous Eiichiro Oda, and Loveless (and concepts within) are created and owned by excellent Yun Kouga.

I think I'll call this line of stories...

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NAMELESS

Part 1: Partnerless

As a young child Sanji had lost his sentouki. Not in a grand battle, as most would lose their partners, but in a stupid pirate attack.

While the rest of those on the Orbit and Zeff's pirate ship drowned that day, a young kitchen boy and a crewless pirate captain would live. The young boy had lost his friend, partner and name that day.

"When a sentouki loses his sacrifice, they usually die," his sensei had once told him, which became his greatest fear as he strove to protect his sentouki with all his heart. However, no one told him what would happen if his fighter died first. For in the world of battle spells and duels, the sentouki fought the battles, and the sacrifices took the damage.

However, in the world of pirates, anything could happen...and usually did.

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"Oi! Get your feet off of the table!" Shouted the cook as he kicked the legs of the chair that the green-haired man had leaned back on, propping his feet on the table.

With a loud bang, the swordsman and the chair that he was in crashed to the floor.

"Kuso-Kokku!" Shouted Zoro as he pulled out his katana and struck out at the blonde man.

After what seemed like a long dance of feet and swords parrying and blocking, both men eventually collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

Sanji laughed to himself as he examined the light scratch on the back of his right hand, after losing his sentouki he had to learn how to defend himself properly, and Chef Zeff had been an excellent teacher in that area as well as cooking. However, there were times when he missed his partner. Someone who would follow his order without question. Someone who would do battle in order to protect him...

Someone who would have kicked this Marimo's ass for putting that scratch on the back of his precious hand.

"What's so funny?" Growled the swordsman, out of breath, angry and sporting a new black-eye.

"You." Snapped the cook as he pulled his leg towards his chest in case the green-haired man tried anything.

"Asshole," muttered the swordsman as he fell asleep where he sat.

Sanji watched as that marimo head was instantly snoring. As the cook stood up, he thought about kicking the stupid swordsman out of his kitchen. However, he decided to leave the idiot asleep on the floor.

As long as those filthy feet weren't on his table, it was fine.

"Just stay out of my way," stated Sanji as he kicked the swordsman's feet to the side.

Muttering something in return, Zoro simply repositioned himself and continued his temporarily interrupted sleep.

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"Dinner!!!" Sanji yelled before closing the kitchen door and walking over to the lump still lying on the floor.

"Oi! Shitty Swordsman, time to eat!" Shouted the cook as he kicked the drowsy swordsman awake.

Blinking, Zoro got up and took a place at the dinner table before the others could arrive.

"You heal fast," commented the blonde, as he noticed the absence of the black-eye on the other man's face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Asked the swordsman, his green-eyes blinking as he yawned.

"Your eye," answered the cook as he placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, "the bruise is gone..."

"I'm a fast healer," laughed Zoro as he gestured towards the cook's bandaged hand, "unlike you..."

Pulling the cigarette from his lips, and pointing it at the swordsman, the blonde growled. "You're just lucky I don't kick the shit out of you for that."

"What's the use?" Smirked Zoro. "I would just heal in no time. While you would be sporting a matching cut on the back of your other hand."

Wanting to bring his foot down on that green patch of hair on the swordsman's head, the cook's eyes quickly turned to hearts as his beloved Nami-swan walked in the door.

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Author's Notes: Yes, I do plan to continue this line of thought. When? I'm not sure. Hopefully soon. (Ironically, this insanity is what keeps me sane! LOL!) Aloha!