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HildyaOrul: Thank you so so much for your words! :) I have a lot of good ideas for this story, some are just so well linked I am surprised I actually thought of them. I liked the idea that Sanji was blind in his left eye, so thats why he covered it. There are alot of shadey villians yet to come, and obviously there is more to Sanji's past then a mere car crash. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and thanks so much for reading!

Dragon77: Yes, there are lots of mysterious mysteries in this story that (I hope) will make sense as the story progresses! Thanks so much for your review and enjoy this next chapter!


A One Piece Twist

Chapter 3

As Sanji lead Robin across the dance floor he could feel the green haired man's eye on him, but everytime he looked in the man's direction he was just standing off to the side drinking or talking to someone. It was a little confusing, but Sanji was soon swept up in the music again as the single dance with Robin ended and a group dance started.

The night flew by with evey dance until Sanji was so tired he almost collasped as he sat down next to Mihawk and Shanks. He laughed happily, a little buzzed, propped his chin in hand.

"You seem to be in a better mood," Shanks remarked. " Maybe Kureha should dance with you more often," he teased.

Sanji's good mood could not be killed that easily, or rather he wouldn't let it, so the scowl he gave Shanks broke with one of Sanji's famous lopsided grins.

He felt alot better then he had this morning, even with that stupid grass headed baka's comment earlier about hidding. He had pushed the uneasy feeling buzzing in the back of his head away as he accepted the glass of whiskey from Mihawk.

He turned to the red head and said, quite cheekily, " Oh so witty. How long did it take you to think up that one?"

Shanks laughed, it didn't reach his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something to Sanji, but was cut off as a blur of red, blue, and black latched onto the older man.

"Shishishi, Uncle Shanks! This party sure is fun!" The blur spoke.

"Luffy, there you are!" Shanks smiled for real this time. "Oi, Luffy, this is Sanji. He's the head chef here and made all the delicious food you have scarfed down this evening," Shanks introduced, laughing rather loudly. Of course that could just have been a result of all the alcohol he had consumed as it toke effect on his body.

The lanky man detached himself from Shanks, then bounced over to where Sanji sat. He had shaggy black hair, and a half moon scar under his left eye (what was up with everyones left eye being injured?). His clothes fir nicely on his frame, and even though he still had some growing to do, Sanji could tell that Luffy knew how to handle himself. Lastly his familiar yellow straw hat caught the cook's eye.

"Oi, is that Shanks's old hat?" He asked a little slurred.

"Yeah, but it's mine now! You can't have it!" The raven exclaimed, then smiled. " So, your a cook, huh? That's great! You should travel with me and Zoro! We wanna be the best of the best so you should be our cook! I like a lot of meat. What do ya say? Meat meat meat meat!"

Luffy's babbling was a little hard to keep up with, but Sanji just smiled and shoke his head. " Sorry, but no can do. I'm going to my final year of college in fall, and then after I graduate I'm going back to Europe to work at making my own restaurant. "

Luffy pouted and crossed his arms in over his chest.

"You can make food anywhere, can't you? What's so special about a stupid restaurant? " he grumbled, then broke out into a smile. "Oi, Zoro! Come here! Help me convince Sanji he can cook anywhere! He doesn't need a stupid restaurant! "

'Zoro', Sanji guessed, was one of the friends that Shanks had metioned this afternoon. Sanji heard footsteps and as he looked up toward the direction of the sound, he almost spit out his drink. No one other then that green haired bastard from eariler stood before him. The blond was quick to hide his emotion behind a mask of indifference as he and Zoro were formally introduced... he guessed...

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy, and this is my right hand man Roronoa Zoro!"

It was shortly after Robin and her older brother, Iceburg, found their way over to them and introductions were repeated.

"It's so good to finally put a face to the nephew Shanks never shuts up about!" Iceburg laughed while petting the head of a pet mouse that was in his shirt pocket.

Luffy laughed as well. "You're pretty funny, Ice Pops!" Then his eyes caught on a huge plate of meat a few tables away. "MEAT!" He cried then literally scampered off and shoved the meat, plate and all, into his mouth.

Sanji rolled his eyes, then turned back to catch Zoro looking at him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" He asked, meeting the dark green gaze.

The marimo just grunted and turned away. Sanji's good mood was eroding away with every second.

"So, Zoro," Robin asked as she sat down next to Sanji, "Where did you and Luffy meet?"

Zoro sat down after pulling out a chair for himself.

"In Japan about a year ago. He came to watch my fight with-" Sanji watched Zoro's eye flick to Mihawk quickly then back to Robin's face. She didn't miss the glance and neither did Sanji. "My opponent. I was there to compete for a kendo tournament. "

"Ooo," Iceburg said, "Did you win?"

"...No. I lost my last fight by forfeit. Too banged up to compete. I had heard a man that,uh, I wanted to fight was in the country,so, I rushed off and challenged him. I lost that fight, too. Needless to say it was with real swords, and it was a bad decision on my part," he chuckled nervously.

The blonde was surprised that Zoro could lose to anyone. Who ever could beat the muscle head must be a monster. The green haired man took a huge sip of the open beer in his hand. It seemed, that for a few moments, everyone waited for Zoro to speak again.

Sanji felt irritation building up in his chest, and his legs wew tapping listlessly under the table.

"Zoro, do you like to dance?" He asked, trying to break the silence more then to satisfy his curiosity.

"No," was all the man said.

Supressing a growl, Sanji flicked back his wrist, and downed the rest of the liquor in his glass. His throat burned a little, but he ignored it as he stood up.

"Well, as enchanting as this one sided conversation is, I'm going to go get extremely drunk and have a good time." Sanji said, forcing out a laugh.

His thoughts and feelings from eariler pressed heavily on his mind again as the silence provoked then to the surface. God, why was this shit coming back up now? Shaking his head mentally, Sanji left the small group.

The chef grabbed a glass of wine as he walked by a waiter and made his way back to the dance floor. There he found Chopper, who was too drunk to remember he was mad at him.

The young teen was laughing with Luffy. The raven had... chopsticks placed in his nostrils and stretched into his lower lip. The sight was more weird then funny, but Sanji laughed despite his feelings.

Chopper turned and Sanji almost spit out his drink when he saw the teen was he same way. Their laughter attracted Ussop and Nami. The pair waded through the crowd, squeezed between the dancers, trying to get closer.

Nami, wearing her favorite tangerine colored sundress and white pumps, looked stunning in the shadows casted from the party lights. Luffy's eyes widened when he saw her, Sanji watched as the goofy guy quickly took out the wooden eating utensils from his nose and hid them behind his back.

"H-Hello," he stuttered as the two people met them.

Even in his state, the blonde could tell that Luffy was infatuated with Nami. Sanji bristled a little, but couldn't blame the kid. Nami was perfect in every way.

The said woman smiled almost shyly as she tucked a long strand of orange hair behind her ear. "Hello," she replied, then she continued, "Luffy, would you like to dance?"

"Yeah!" Luffy responded then toke her hand and brought to his chest as he pulled her closer.

After they spun away, Sanji, Chopper, and Ussop's jaws still hung open.

"What just happened?" Ussop asked, disbelieving.

"I have no clue," Sanji said, then narrowed his blue eye at the dancing couple.

"I think that it's so cute!" Chopper exclaimed, pulling himself together, his big brown eyes sparkling.

Sanji huffed as he shoke his head and placed his now empty glass on a waiters empty tray. He considered keeping eye on her, but his head hurt thinking about the last whack he got when he interfered with Nami-swan's love interests. Nah, better not.

"Come on guys," Sanji laughed senslessly as the alcohol took effect, "Let's dance!"

It was almost 12 at night, the party was starting to level out, when Sanji stopped his drinking and dancing. This was the best party ever, Sanji decided, and felt a twinge of pain at the thought of this being the last summer he would be doing this sort of thing with his friends and family.

"Well, Robin-chawn," he smiled, pushing away the unpleasant feelings, and addressed the lovely woman infront of him.

They were hiding under one of the tables, the long white cloths concealing them from peoples prying eyes, like they had done since they were children.

Robin smiled softly, her cheeks a little pink. "Yes?"

"What do you think of Luffy?"

Robin seemed to think for a moment, then smiled. " I think that Luffy is a real character. I like him though, and it seems that Nami likes him, too."

"You noticed, too, huh?" Sanji asked. So it wasn't just him.

" The question here, Sanji, is what you think of Zoro."

"That muscle head? Shmeh. He's nothing special. He might be hot, bu he's rude and totally anti social. He hasn't moved from his seat all night and all he does is drink his beer. I'm surprised he's still coherent. "

Robin looked at him slyly. "I don't think that's all there is to him. He looks like he could use a friend."

Sanji adjusted his butt to stir some circulation back into it. He snorted, "He has Luffy."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to be friends with you,Sanji," the raven said, "He seems to have and eye out for that special friend to come along..."

"Oh, Robin," Sanji laughed, "I think you might have had too much to drink. It's clear that Zoro is anything but needy, and besides, if you're implying what I think you are, you don't know anything about him or his preferences. He might be a homophobe."

Before the said woman could reply, two sets of shoes stopped infront of their table. When the first of the two spoke, Sanji recognized the voice immediately.

"Zoro, this is the best party ever! The foods amazing, and I don't think I've ever seen so many pretty girls in my life! Shishishi!" Luffy laughed as he spoke to his friend.

"You were dancing with the only pretty girl in this place," the moss head grumbled.

"Well, Robin is a pretty,too!" Luffy argued.

"Yeah," he heard Zoro agree," but she's creepy. It's like her eyes can stare through your soul."

Sanji hadn't realised he had moved till he felt Robin's iron grip on his arm. She shook her head 'no'.

"Well... what about Sanji? He's pretty handsome for a guy, right? Plus, his food is the best I've ever eaten! You should marry him, Zoro, that way he'll HAVE to come with us and I can eat all the meat I want!"

The wistfullness in the young man's voice almost made Sanji laugh as his face flushed in embarrassment.

Zoro huffed. "He's not handsome enough to tempt ME, Luffy, especially not his cooking."

Sanji was almost tackled and had a hand clasped over his mouth. He was going to murder green haired, one eyed prick!

"Oi, Zoro! Luffy!" Someone called and Sanji's opportunity for murder passed by.

Only after she was sure the two men had gone, did Robin release Sanji.

"Well," she said, " she said, a small smileplaying on her lips, "That's what we get for eavesdropping. "

Sanji didn't share her amusement and grumbled out an excuse to leave, ducking out from under the table, and went into the kitchen through the back door. His mood was completely ruined now. Fuck Zoro and his judgements. So what if Sanji wasn't 'handsome' enough to 'tempt' the fucking marimo?

The blonde had had plenty of women AND men throw themselves at his feet. He knew that he was attractive and whatever that prick had to say shouldn't matter, even if that prick was built like a fucking god!

He stumbled over to the sink and washed his hands, then splashed his hot face with the cool water to help him sort out his fuzzy thoughts. Broken images, scary images, started to appear again in his mind. Suddenly he felt sick and barely had any warning before he threw up all the food and alcohol he had consumed over the day into the sink.

He clutched the edges of the metal sink with white knuckles and emptied his stomach, shaking violently. Finally when he was done, he washed his mouth with hot water, then he washed the sink out with bleach. "So much for eat, drink, and be merry," he thought bitterly.

He leaned aginst the sink for several minutes, resting his forearms on the edge and sighed. His head hurt like hell, and the images didn't subside until the clatter of bowls against the tiled floor got his attention.

He whipped around and saw Zoro.

"What the fuck do you want, moss head?" He spat, tiredly. He was still angry at the asshat, but he was so tired all of the sudden.

It was then he saw the bottle of wine clutched in Zoro's hand. His anger was quickly renewed, and he saw red.

"That fucking bottle better not be open," he said dangerously.

The marimo looked down at the bottle in his hand and then glared at Sanji. "So what if it is, dart board?"

"Put it back," Sanji said through clenched teeth, "Put it back and get hell out of my kitchen."

Zoro scoffed, "And if I don't, drunkard?"

Sanji shook with anger and nausea as he looked at thr bottle.

"That bottle," his voice cracked with emotion and he started over again, "That bottle is not yours and it was locked up so I don't know how you got it, but give it back."

Zoro had audacity to jingle a set of keys noisily, with a smirk on his lips. "Nope, I think I will."

That was the last straw for Sanji.

He was across the kitchen in seconds and snatched the bottle from the marimo's hand, or at least thats what he would've done if Zoro hadn't been quicker and avoid Sanji's swipe.

"You need to learn to share," Zoro accused, almost pouting.

"It's not my wine," Sanji growled, "Just give it back and I'll let you leave with all your limbs intact."

"Oh, big threat from such a small man," the marimo teased.

"I'm serious," Sanji said angerly, not in the mood for Zoro's stupid games, "Hand it over! It's a gift for someone!"

He lunged for the bottle again, but faltered as Zeff's smiling face was replaced by an image of him covered in blood.

"Oi,oi,oi! A stern voice said. "Boys whats tha matter-oh..." Shanks said as the looked at the two fighters. "Zoro... what is in your hand?"

By now the two boys had stopped trying to pummle eachother.

Zoro looked confused, then guilty as he answered, "Wine?"

While he was distracted, Sanji saw his chance. He ripped the bottle of the bastard grip, then inspected the bottle and was relieved to find it not open.

"Is it the wine I told you NOT to get? I thought you said you didn't even like red wine."

Zoro looked sheepishly at Shanks and blushed in embarrassment.

Shanks then turned to Sanji and, seeing his normally pale face even paler then usual, asked, "Kiddo, you sure you're okay? I know- hey your bleeding again." The red head clicked his tongue as he pried the bottle from Sanji's tight hold around its neck. "Thankfully your dancing wasn't to crazy or else they could've been worse, but lift up your shirt and unwrapp those bandages. It's time to change 'em anyways."

Sanji grumbled, but complied, not wanting to argue with his foster father. He hissed at Zoro to get the hell out and turned around and gently took off his shirt. Now that he was coming down from his drunk haze, his chaffed skin hurt with his every movement. He bit his bottom lip and softly groaned as he unwrapped the bloody bandages and threw them in the trash. He sighed. So much for cooking something to calm his nerves.

He heard Zoro suck in a breath behind him. "I thought I told you to -" Sanji bitting words were cut off as Shanks reentered the kitchen with a roll of banages and disinfectant.

His mouth snapped shut, his teeth clicking together, as the red head gave him a look.

"Zoro," he heard Shanks say, "Put that wine back where you got it, okay? Take something that you like to drink and leave."

The curtness was unusual for Shanks so Sanji knew what was coming next.

"Mihawk told you I had another nightmare, didn't he?" Sanji said bitterly, beating Shanks to the punch. "I'm not a child, you know. It was just a stupid dream."

Shanks went to the next section of his back. "I know that, Sanji. And no, Mihawk didn't tell me, I figured it out myself."

He was quiet for a moment, and stilled his hands, "Sanji, I know that around this time of year the dreams get worse. Just be careful, okay?"

Sanji knew Shanks's concern was genuine, so he couldn't be angry at his words. "Yeah," the blonde nodded as his foster father began to encircle the clean bandages around his torso. "Yeah, I'll be careful. "


Zoro huffed as he locked up the bottle of wine. He didn't see what was so special about it. It was just a bottle of red wine, not even a particularly good kind, and yet that blonde dart board had acted like a angry luntic, even Shanks was put off.

He skirted through the cellar and grabbed a drink that suited more his taste, and then quietly walked up the stairs. At the step before the landing he could hear Shanks talking to the blonde.

"Just be careful, okay?" Shanks was saying.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be careful," was the response.

The blondes smooth voice sent shivers up Zoro's spin and right to his groin. He groaned to himself as he slipped out of the kitchen, and into the night. He found himself underneath the willow he had used to seek refuge from earlier. Little had he known when he let Luffy drag him half across the world that he would have the chance to remeet the object of his affections and fantasies. Of course, his friend didn't know this, didn't even know close to the mark he was earlier with his comment about Sanji, but Zoro had felt someone watching them and he said the first thing that came into his mind.

He flopped ungracfully onto the grass and removed his hat from his head. The cool breeze ruffled his hair and the tassels of the willow, making them dance. Just like that hot blonde, Sanji Prince.

Zoro opened his drink and threw some down. How lucky was he to find Sanji, here of all places, when he had just finally given up hope of ever seeing the curly eyebrowed cook again. He sighed and leaned back against the trunk of the tree

For over 2 years Zoro had thought of Sanji.
How could he not? The blonde man was the one person who encouraged him to go out into the world and earn the respect and money he was born with. The ero-cook was in his mind all the time, Zoro unable to unsear the image of the man from his brain.

Now, though, he had a new image. Sanji had filled out quite a bit over the last few years. His face had lost that baby look, and had become chiseled. He even had a small goatee and a little mustache. It didn't matter that his hair was the same, the style looked good on him, but Zoro could sense something fragile about the cook. His mind went to the cuts and rash all over his back and shoulders.

"What could he have done to get those injuries?" He thought as he leaned his head back and looked up at the branch he had found Sanji on.

He smiled like a lunatic. Zoro had been so surprised to find the cook, of all people, there infront of him. So surprised he was stunned into silence. By the time the cook was infront of Zoro, he could tell that the blonde didn't remember him. So say he was a little dissapointed was a under statement, Zoro had seen the chance as a new opportunity to get reacquainted with the blonde. Too bad he had to go a ruin it with his poor choice of words...and teasing him wih the wine...God, maybe just breathing should be added to the list, too...

He sighed as he rubbed a hand through his hair, causing the tinkling of his three earrings to sound through the air. Winning the cook over was going to be tough. He didn't even know if Sanji was gay or not, but based on his actions at Amazon Lily 2 years ago, Zoro was pretty sure that Sanji was at least bi...

Zoro was resolved. He WOULD bed he blonde, one way or another, and show him that Zoro was the man he was looking for. He had never lost a fight that he engaged in-except once- but he wouldn't let that one defeat hinder him. Zoro smiled rougishly to himself. This was going to be fun.


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