A/N: Alright, I'm moving on to One Piece, I've wanted to do this fic for a looong time. I completely fell for this pairing. Constructive criticism is warmly welcome. Also, bear in mind that I don't speak native english, so the writing may be a bit... incorrect. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


It had started soon after Luffy D. Monkey showed up in his life and demanded he became the cook of his pirate crew. He had, of course, refused for the sake of the Baratie, but soon he realized that the boy with the straw hat didn't take no for an answer.

He'd thought that the young captain was a complete no-name goof who posed as a pirate. He had no intention to join the boy's crew. He had no reason, either. So he went back to serving the guests of the restaurant, on a lookout for true female beauties to spice up his life.

Then he saw Nami. Her fiery hair and bubbling laugh. He was stunned. How on earth did that Luffy manage to get a woman like her to join his crew? Being the number one love-cook in East Blue, he naturally had to tell Nami of his newborn love.

And then he saw Zoro.

His eyes wandered from the proud face to the tanned streak of skin that was visible from under his shirt. He also took note of the three swords attached to the man's waist and the muscular, strong arms. The cook's gaze had wandered back to the man's neck and he had wondered what the bronze skin tasted like. He remembered thinking that a sex god had just landed before him.

That was, until the idiot started talking.

TO BE CONTINUED...