Opening: Herro, Reader-san! Yiuske-chan is very happy to see the reviews that Reader-san has given so far! Arrigato! *laughs joyfully* Yiuske-chan's Japanese friend is mad at her because "Yiuske" is not a real Japanese name…Therefore, "Yiuske" is now "Yousuke" meaning "ocean meditation". So, now Yousuke-chan (pronounced: Yoh-OO-skeh) will be my name…Gomen a million times if Reader-san is angered by the confusion! Now then…how was the previous chapter Reader-san? *pushes glasses up; flash; and smiles* More of that to come! (Btw, reviews asked for Sanji to be the seme; this shall happen, but it will happen later…don't worry!) Yousuke-chan will let Reader-san read now…Gomen for all the interruptions! *so pewf she went*

Previous Chapter: There was hardcore kinky lemon with Zoro and Sanji. That is all.

Warning: Yousuke-chan is warning non-BL-loving Reader-san…Do NOT read any further if BL displeases you! Chapter 3 should have been enough of a warning, ne? However, if Reader-san wishes, please read…but makes sure to have lots of tissues.

Disclaimer: No… I'm not the owner of One Piece…Yes…I am the owner of this love…heheh~
Zoro: What the fuck did you make me do last chapter?!
Sanji: Why do I act like a horny slut when I'm drunk?!
Yousuke: *giggles* More of that to come, boys! *malicious laughter*

All for You,

Chapter 4: Please Go with Me.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS MARIMO DOING HERE?!" Sanji bellowed.

Zoro rustled in the bed at the noise and swat his hand around like he was trying to turn off an alarm clock. "Ero-Cook, you're too loud. Shut up." He mumbled. He rolled over onto his back and his arms landed in Sanji's lap. Disgusted, Sanji jerked upwards into a standing position on his bed and kicked Zoro off.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Marimo?" Sanji asked venomously.

Zoro, like a cat, swiftly landed on his feet. He ran his fingers through his hair and scowled at Sanji.

"You let me stay, remember?" Zoro replied as he rubbed his eyes.

Sanji's eyes widened. "I…WHAT?!" he shouted.

Zoro yawned loudly then smirked widely. "I told you that you were drunk, didn't I?"

Sanji's face darkened into a shadowy crimson. "What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do?" he growled, leaking poison on each syllable.

Zoro's smirk grew even wider. "Me? I didn't do anything. You're the one who drank all the alcohol and then seduced me with your pheromones at full blast." He then lifted a pointer finger in the air as if he suddenly got an idea. "Ah! Also," he looked at Sanji and smiled sadistically, "I never knew your legs could bend in all those ways."

Sanji's expression swirled into a furious beast. He grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at Zoro with all his might. Abruptly, he halted all movement shortly after releasing the item. Bolts of electricity ran down his spine and up his lower entrance.

"Gah!" he cried out at he held the sore muscles.

Zoro didn't flinch as the pillow hit his face, instead, he began to chuckle quietly at Sanji's pain. As Sanji doubled over in pain, his chest and stomach came into visual. His eyes bulleted as he realized what the chicken-pox like blotches were on his entire front side. He thrust his head upwards to stare at Zoro with a menacing aura.

"You fucking Marimo! What the hell is up with all these hickies?!" Sanji yelled as he motioned towards his chest and stomach. His hands then trailed down to his back and lower entrance in pain, realizing why. "Why the hell did you rape me? You got problems?!" Sanji demanded as he looked Zoro from head to toe. His eyes narrowed in the process.

"And why are you the only one dressed?!" he demanded once more in a more shrill voice.

Zoro's eyes widened at the statement and at the shrillness in the tone. He looked down at himself and found that his pants were right back on. "Ara?" he looked back at Sanji and shrugged. "I suppose I put them back on in the middle of the night." He narrowed his eyes. "Also, I didn't rape you. You fucking LOVED it! You should've heard yourself! Making all those erotic noises…" Zoro whistled lightly at the memory. He glanced at Sanji and smirked. "And those hickies are my mark. No one is allowed to touch you now…fuck-buddy."

Sanji bursted into angry flames. "I DID NOT ENJOY RAPE! THAT'S WHY IT'S RAPE! AND WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY 'FUCK-BUDDY'?!"

Zoro raised a brow then wiped it away with a signature smirk.

"I knew you were dead drunk. So," he pulled out his phone, "I recorded most of what happened last night as proof."

Sanji's flames dimmed into confused swirls and question marks. "W-wait…what? When did you do that?" he asked cautiously.

Zoro shrugged. "I think around the time I got the lotion and you were pulling off my pants…Not sure." A smug smile appeared on his face. "You wanna find out?"

Sanji drooped his head in defeat. He slid into the position that he was in the night before when Zoro first came into the apartment, both legs behind him by his sides and hands in his crotch. "Play it…" he mumbled miserably.

Zoro's smug smile stretched as he pressed the recording.

*static…static* "Maa, Marimo-kun…You're so big."

Sanji whipped his head upward, his face in utter surprise and slight disgust as he heard his drunken voice. His eyes widened in despair as his moans of pleasure were played. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out.

*Splsh. Squelch. Splosh. Splish.* "Araara, Nosebleed-kun, you're making such slutty noises."

Sanji stared at Zoro as he heard his voice and narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak once more, but Zoro held up a finger to stop him, his smug smile stretching even more.

"But you know you it feels good, don't you, Slutty-Curl-kun?" the recording continued to play.

Sanji dug his nails into the bed sheets and clenched his teeth. He lowered his gaze once more and continued to listen to the playback of the previous night. Tears began to trickle down his pale cheeks as he heard himself being pleasured by the marimo that stood before him. Slight sobs escaped his clenched teeth as he climaxed with the offender. The blurry scenes of the night played in his head, mocking him. At each scene, he begged for his drunk self to cease his movements, his moans of pleasure, everything. He raised his hands to his ears to block out the memories and the echoing of the recording.

*static…static…static…*

A long eerie silence was all the recording spewed out. Sanji removed his grip on the sides of his face, relieved that the recording ended. He sighed happily and looked up at Zoro. His expression rewound and became a swirl of despair once more. Zoro's smug look hadn't moved an inch.

"…friends-with-benefits with me?"

Sanji's lips turned into a straight line. His expression turned to stone. He had heard enough of the recording. Somehow, the marimo had framed him. Possibly, a person that sounded like himself had voluntarily, or even forcibly, done this to blackmail him in the future. Sanji thought every existent possibility but only half-heartedly believed any of them.
He took his legs from behind him and let them hang over the bed. He pulled back the covers and crawled inside. Then he pulled the covers over his head.

Zoro stared at the sight and laughed. "What are you doing under there, Ero-cook?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Just leave me alone to die~ Tell my –swaans and –chwaans that I loved them all!" Sanji croaked.

Zoro stopped the recording, put it away, and shook his head at the miserable sight. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. The scenes from the previous night also played in his head like a theatre production. He had known that the cook was drunk, but he did not expect for him to be this distressed over the matter. In fact, he had thought the cook was gay since he met the ladies-man! Always being too respectful of them but never doing anything. It was enough for him to think that the easily-drunk-cook was gay.

Zoro sighed in exasperation and punched the blob. "Wallowing in the covers that's covered with what we did last night isn't going to help with anything. Get up, Shit-cook. We're going to school. You can see your screechy fan club there, ne?"

The blob nodded slightly.

Zoro scowled and punched the blob once more. "Then get up. I'll come and get you when you're ready."

Zoro heaved himself off the bed and headed towards the apartment door. He exhaled with annoyance at the troublesome thoughts of school and left the room with a slam.

Sanji threw the covers into the air and rolled onto the ground. After several moments of painful groans, he picked himself up. He turned to the bed and scrunched his face in disgust.

I am getting an entirely new bed. He thought to himself as he walked up to his uniform. He stared at the crisp white polo shirt. His fingers skimmed over the school crest, a lion on its hind legs with ribbons draped around it, that was stitched onto the shirt. His hands trailed down to the slender khaki pants. He shook his head and rubbed his tear-stained eyes.

At least the extra uniform is okay. The one from the fight is all over the living room for some reason. He thought happily. Then he scrunched his face once more. Ugh…I need to shower… Abruptly, his eyes transformed into hearts and he floated to the bathroom. He flew into the shower and hot water burst from the shower hose. I must look my best for the –swaans and –chwaans! I'm certain they would want to see a beautiful man, not a gay man that was raped at night by a vicious marimo… He thought happily once more but now with irritation on the side. With inhuman speed, he lathered and rinsed his luscious blonde hair, soaped his well-muscled and recently violated body, and dried himself. He walked out the bathroom to put his school uniform on. He took the white polo off of the hanger and slid his arms through the arm holes. While adjusting the collar, he began to take the pants of the hanger as well. He slid his slim, powerful legs through the khaki pants and heaved a sigh. His hands reached for the hanger once more but only found wood.

"Ara? Where's my tie?" he said aloud to no one in particular. He scanned the room and to his horror, found the tie on the floor next to the bed. With a mixed look of horror and disgust, he picked up the tie and examined it. His fingers came across a sticky residue. Sanji froze to the spot while his mind raced through the events of the previous night, desperately searching for an answer for this substance.

Boom.

Sanji dropped the tie as his jaw slacked and his eyes widened. The blurry scenes played through his head. Zoro abruptly leaving the bed, walking towards the uniform, whipping it off the hanger, and tying the tie around his manhood. Sanji wrapped his arms around his ears and threw his back in agony.

"Why?! Why me? Why would that stupid Marimo pick on me?!" Sanji bawled. He threw his hands to his sides and violently kicked his bed in frustration.

"I'll get that Marimo…" he said vengefully. "Does he think that he can rape me and get away with it? Two can play at that game. I'll expose him of being gay and embarrass his ass off the face of the planet!"

He picked up the stained tie and walked over to a mirror that was hanging next to the closet that had the hanger for the uniform. He ran his hand through his damp blonde locks and smirked at his rugged, woman-alluring, sexy looks. I'll make sure we BOTH have fun. (A/N: Interpret that in any way Reader-san wants.)

詩人ちゃん

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "Oooii! Ero-cook, we're gonna be late for school!" Zoro shouted nonchalantly as he banged on Sanji's door. He ran his hand through his moss-like hair and wished for a nap. He slung his bag over his left shoulder and stuck his right hand in his pocket.

BANG. BANG. BANG. "Hurry it up, Nosebleed-kun! You're precious flock of birds awaits you!" Zoro grumbled loudly with irritation.

"Shut the fuck up, Marimo! There are neighbors still sleeping!" a voice called distantly.

Well, you're not being too quiet yourself… Zoro thought to himself in amusement.

The apartment door swung open and out came Sanji. He slung his bag over his right shoulder, closed the apartment door, and spread his left hand out in a sweeping motion. "Well? Not too bad for a 20-min cleanup, don't you think, Marimo?" he gleamed brightly.

Zoro looked Sanji up and down. He grunted and turned to the stairs, blushing as he turned so Sanji wouldn't notice. "I-It's wonderful Shit Brow. Now hurry up." He praised sarcastically.

Not seeing the slight blush or the stutter, Sanji watched Zoro descend down the steps with an agape jaw. He didn't notice anything? The new cologne for my –swans and –chans? The crisp clothes that fit perfectly? The tie he used as bondage?! Sanji's jaw snapped shut, and he scoffed. Tch. It's Marimo…I thought that since he's like that he would notice, guess not. Well, at least the girls will! His eyes transformed into hearts as the thought ran though his mind. He floated down the steps and caught up with Zoro.

Zoro glanced over at Sanji and raised a brow. What's he trying to do? He's shooting his pheromones everywhere…smelling and looking like that. Is he TRYING to grab the attention of every person on this planet?! Zoro thought as he continued to walk towards the school.

"Marimo." Sanji suddenly said.

Zoro looked to his side and saw Sanji staring ahead at the entrance of the school.

"What are you staring at, Shit Brows?" Zoro scowled.

Sanji pointed ahead in the direction he was staring. "You see the blur up there? And the smoke that's behind it?"

Zoro squinted but also saw the image that Sanji was describing. He lifted a brow and looked back at Zoro. "Yeah. What of it?" he replied with a hint of annoyance. He didn't feel like playing this guessing game.

Without breaking his gaze with the blur, his eyes turned into hearts. "My swans are early today!" he replied in his I-love-every-girl-in-the-world voice.

Zoro squinted once more at the blur, began to make out shapes, and hear distant 'kya's. Several head began to form, as well as body lines. However, he couldn't make out the legs. With a jolt, he stopped in his tracks and back pedaled instantly. Holy shit! Those girls are sprinted towards Swirl Brow at top speed. O_O Zoro thought as he desperately tried to find a safe zone but to no avail. The mob of squealing women engulfed in along with the ever welcoming Sanji.

"My beautiful angels! How are you all doing this fine morning?" Sanji asked as he flipped his hair just the way the girls loved it.

"KYYAAA! SANJI-SAMA! We're doing just fine!" they replied in fangirl unison.

Zoro was pushed out of the mob by a few desperate girls and caught himself from falling face first into the concrete. He rubbed his head and looked back at the sparkling girl-magnet. What the hell? He thought angrily. I didn't get a happy 'good-morning' when I saw him. And why are those girls fawning all over the guy?

"SANJI-SAAMAA! PLEASE COME WITH US TO THE NEW KARAOKE PLACE AFTER SCHOOL!" they squealed.

Sanji beamed at the girls and answered, "Of course my beautiful swans. However, may my algae-haired friend come along? I feel anxious thinking about being surrounded by so many stunning, blossoming women." He caressed the closest girl on the cheek with the back of his free hand. The girl, whose cheek was touched, squealed while the rest of the fangirls turned around to Zoro, who was now crossing his arms in utter annoyance.

"KYYAA!" they squealed as they recognized him. "The Kendo champion! Of COURSE he can come!" they squealed in approval.

Zoro shot Sanji a dirty look and was about to refute just as the school bell began to ring.

DING DONG DING~~

The fangirls gasped in surprise and turned back to Sanji. "Sanji-sama! That's the school bell! We must get going to class, or sensei will mark us tardy! We cannot allow Sanji-sama or the Kendo champion to receive a tardy mark!" they girls agreed as they dragged both Sanji and Zoro to class 3-A.

詩人ちゃん

"Good bye Sanji-sama!" the girls that were not in 3-A said. "Please do not forget about the meeting! We will be waiting after school at the gate!" they all shouted as they ran down the halls.

Sanji simply crossed his arm over his heart and bowed at the waist slightly. He lifted his head slightly and winked at them. Zoro grimaced as he heard the distant and echoing girls squeaking and squealing. He walked to his seat and sat down. Sanji, now back from his gentleman-mode, followed suit and took his seat behind Zoro. Zoro dropped his bag lazily onto the floor and rested his head against his fist. He closed his eyes and began to nap. Sanji took note of the deep breathing and rolled his eyes. Did he always sleep like this through school? I don't think I've ever seen him sleep when we were together in grade school…Well, he's screwed anyway~ Sanji thought as the math sensei walked through the door and hurriedly began the class.

"Class, the schedule today is shortened due to a nation-wide teachers meeting. So classes today will only be 30 min long. Please continue to pay attention to your classes despite the shortness of them. Now…" the sensei explained and then immediately jumped into complex math equations and graphs.

Sanji glanced at Zoro once more and found him still dozing. Why does that Marimo sleep so much? Sanji thought as he stifled a yawn. He raised his hand to his open mouth to cover up the yawn. He rested his head on an open palm, a similar stance to Zoro's. He averted his eyes to the sensei and tried to focus on the math lesson on logs and natural logs, but everything came out as 'bla dah bla dah blah blah dah blah'. He shrugged, exhaled, and closed his eyes.

"Sanji…Sanji…Sanji…" a distant voice whispered. "Sanji…Sanji…Sanji! Sanji! For goodness sakes, wake up!" a gruff voice grunted.

Sanji jolted awake. His arm that was supporting his head fell to the side and his head banged on his desk. He tossed his head up and revealed a trail of saliva that escaped from the side of his mouth. Blushing, he quickly wiped the trail and rubbed his eyes. After gaining his vision back, he looked upwards to see Zoro with his eyebrow raised.

"Shit Curls, what are you doing? It's lunch time." He said casually.

Sanji's eyes bulleted. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S LUNCH TIME?!" He shouted as he abruptly slammed his hands on the desk and stood up.

A couple dozen pairs of eyes stared at the stressed blonde. An eerie silence lingered in the room. Sanji turned five different shades of red as he sat back down and covered his head in shame.

"Why is everyone in here eating?"

Zoro grinned widely and pat his head with a single thump.

"We're all eating in here today. The girls wanted to stay with you and stalk your sleeping face. I stayed because I wanted to be the one to wake you up and embarrass you like I just did." He said smugly.

Sanji peeked through his arms and muffled out, "Come to the karaoke place with me and the girls today."

Zoro raised a brow and scowled. "No thank you." He said curtly.

Sanji raised his head to rest it on top of his arms. "And why not? The girls are pretty cute. I could hook you up with one. Then you can fuck her instead of me." He reasoned.

Zoro shook his head. "I dislike these girls. They're too possessive. It's weird. Plus, I'd rather sleep."

Sanji exhaled in exasperation. "It's always sleep with you. Find an attractive girl and stay with her."

"Lunch is ending soon. Better get ready for the next class." Zoro said, abruptly ending the conversation.

詩人ちゃん

For the next few classes, Zoro and Sanji didn't speak to each other, nor did Sanji bring up the karaoke meeting again. Once the bell rang for 7th period, Sanji poked Zoro in the back with an eraser.

"Oi, Marimo. Come to the karaoke place with me." Sanji said once more.

"If I declined earlier, what makes you think I'll agree this time?" Zoro asked.

Sanji just shrugged. "Dunno. But come with me. I need to hook you up with a girl."

Zoro scowled once more. "We were going so well with not talking to each other the last few periods, what happened?" he asked, ignoring the offer.

Sanji groaned. "Ugh. Just come with me." If he gets a girlfriend, then he's bound to stay away from my ass. Sanji thought desperately.

"No. I won't go." Zoro finalized as he entered Mr. Katsuyaki's grey jail cell.

Once more the room sat in complete silence as the students waited for the sensei to enter.

Click Clack. The students inhaled sharply and held the air as Mr. Katsuyaki entered the classroom. He closed the door with a light slam and stood in front of his desk at the front center of the room.

"Hello class. Today we will be speaking solely in English in the 30 minute span that we have today. If I hear even a syllable in Japanese, I will give you a Saturday detention. Find a partner and have a conversation." Mr. Katsuyaki explained. He looked around at blank faces and sighed. "Raise your hand if you did not understand what I explained." He said with a slight tone of exasperation. At the sight of no hands going up, he gave a smirk. "Just a syllable, and you're off to a weekend with me. Now, go. You have until the bell rings."

Sanji immediately pulled Zoro and began to converse in English.

"Come to the karaoke place with me. I will get you THE most beautiful girl." Sanji begged.

Zoro scowled. "I refuse. Didn't I tell you?"

Sanji banged his head onto the table. He lifted his head back up and looked into Zoro's scowling face. Finding a girl for him shouldn't be too hard. He just needs to come along. I mean…he has good looks. His dark eyes shimmer when he smiles. And his laugh is just adorable. He's a pretty good kisser too… Sanji's eyes widened as the thought ran through his brain. His face turned a dozen shades of red and pink.

"Hey. Shit Curls. What's wrong? You're face got all red. Do you have a fever?" Zoro asked, genuinely concerned. He lifted a hand to Sanji's forehead, swept the blonde strands aside, and left his hand there for a few moments before touching his own forehead.

"It doesn't seem like you have a fever." He replied as Sanji's face turned a deep crimson.

"Please go to the karaoke place with me." Sanji begged as he buried his face in embarrassment.

"I have told you a thousand times. I do not want to say it anymore." Zoro replied.

"But whyyyy?" Sanji whined with a muffle. "I can hook you up with a hottie!"

Zoro shook his head. "I doubt this school can produce a sexy girl. Your taste is just off." Zoro ended smugly.

Sanji lifted his buried face furrowed his brows in frustration. "I do not! I believe that-"

"Yes, yes, you believe that all women are beautiful and blah. I know that. I just don't want to go to some place when I could be peacefully napping somewhere. School ends early, so I want to nap more." Zoro intervened with a yawn.

"School ends early, so you should come to the place with me! Then you can sleep later! Please go with me." Sanji begged one last time.

Zoro glanced at the clock that was above the entrance door. The bell's gonna ring soon. He groaned in utter exasperation. "I will not go with your crowd. Do you understand? I've said it in two languages. You should understand now."

Sanji opened his mouth to reply, but the bell beat him to it. Zoro stood up with inhuman speed and sped out the door, leaving an angered and flustered Sanji behind. Sanji closed his mouth and got up as well. Why does he refuse to go to the karaoke place? Girls will be flooding it today! It's around noon, so there won't be too many people there either~. English class was horrible. I was so flustered, so un-gentleman-like. His hand went up to his forehead, where Zoro had checked to see if he had a fever. His hand was so cold. Sanji stood absolutely still. His hand trailed down to his mouth, and he covered it in shock. Did I really think that his touch felt good against my skin? He began to have an inner panic attack but pushed it down.

Sanji walked to the entrance gates, met up with the squealing fangirls and looked around for Zoro. He slumped in disappointment. He really isn't coming, is he? He thought. Then he immediately mentally slapped himself for thinking such thoughts. He was a ladies' man. He would be with beautiful ladies and no Marimo would stop him!

"Shall we go, my stunning beauties?" he asked with a gentleman-like bow, pushing everything green out of his mind.

With squeals, the girls dragged Sanji to the karaoke studio. Along the way, they chatted and laughed and flirted endlessly. When they finally reached the studio, it was 12:15PM. Sanji and about 5-6 other girls went up to the front desk and requested room C, while the rest of the girls requested room D. They walked to the right side of the studio and kept straight as they saw the signs C and D. They settled in their respective rooms. Sanji, being the gentleman he was, held the room door open for all the girls, in his room and in the other room as well, before he himself entered. He looked outside to the halls and saw a flash of bright green hair.

"Marimo…" Sanji whispered in disbelief.

Final Thoughts: Wah! Yousuke-chan finally finished this chapter! It took her every single minute that she could spare to write this! She is sorry that it didn't come sooner! School was a pain on the first week, but she finally sat down and began to write! Updates from now on will be once a week. She will update on either Fri, Sat, or Sun, depending on the amount of homework teachers give her…But look forward to the next chapter, Reader-san! It's filled with lemon! ^_^ Until next time, JA-NE! 3