Proposal for the Readers: So, since everyone seems to be enjoying this story so much, I was thinking about making this into a 3 part story/ series. And I thought about calling it the Metal Saga or something like that. In reviews or privet messages, I would like, you, the readers to give me your idea and opinion on it. I myself have plenty ideas how to work with this story, and how to continue it. I just want to know what you readers will think.

Warnings: This story is rated M for a reason!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or its charters.

(NOT YET BETAD Will be soon)

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Chapter 6

The Flame Burns White

The week went by fairly slow for Sanji. School went by fine, but staying home with his father, was not. He was bored out of his mind. He all most wished his father would give him some work. He didn't want to have any of the "special" guest, but he wouldn't mind picking up the drugs or selling some.

Finally it was Friday and Sanji was excited. Not only did his father give the OK to spend the day how he pleased, but today was also his date with Zoro; which made him nervous.

Sanji grabbed his books from his locker and sighed. He had to get home, and then meet Zoro in the park in an hour. I wonder if I should change my cloths, or if that should be too odd? He thought to himself, putting his books into his bag. Maybe remove my skirt and change my shirt that might be all right. With his decision in mind he closed his locker and walked out of the school.

Sanji frowned when he seen a group of jocks, standing together right out of the school next to the entrance. All of them were watching him as he came out. He frowned and bit his lip. He could fight them, but he wasn't sure if he could beat them this time. His back was still tender and sore.

A hand then collapsed on Sanji's shoulder and the blond jumped from shock. His whole body stiffed and he turned his head to see who it was, and he was surprised to say the least that it was Ace, however he was not sure if it was a good thing or not.

"Come on," Ace said, lightly pushing Sanji to keep moving.

Sanji swallowed, obeying. He felt Ace leading him pass the gate with ease, the jocks looking another way now. As soon as he was away from the school Ace let go. Sanji turned to say something, but Ace was already walking away, waving a hand.

"Thanks…," Sanji said softly. He sighed, and continued on his way home.

-.-

Zoro frowned as he got to the park. He was ten minutes late and he had his uncle to thank for that. Before he left, his uncle had him bring, him something to eat at the office, because he was going to be working late again.

Once he got to the park, Zoro smiled at seeing, Sanji, sitting on the bench with a cigarette. The greenhead made his way over to the bench and sat down. "Hey."

Sanji jumped for the second time that day, and dropped his cigarette. He turned to Zoro with a frown, but then smiled. "Hey, you're late. Did you get lost?"

Zoro grunted. "No, I had to run some food to my uncle. Were you here long?"

Sanji shook his head. "Only twelve minutes."

Zoro nodded. "Sorry, I should have called."

Sanji chuckled and stood to his feet, hands going into his pockets. "It's all right, where we going?" he asked, lighting a new cigarette.

Zoro watched the blond, and noted he wasn't wearing the skirt he wore at school, and he had to admit the blond looked good. Red plaid pants, a black button down shirt, a black and silver belt that hung at his hips, (he noticed a wallet chain too) and a pair of leather wrist bands. They went well with the leather boots. He also noted his sweater was laid across the back of the bench. He really had to admit the blond looked hot.

"Oi, Zoro…," Sanji said, waving a hand over the other teen's face. "Oi!"

Zoro blinked and shook his face, standing to his feet. "Sorry, what?"

Sanji laughed, grabbing the hoody and throwing it on. "Where are we going Marimo? Or would you rather stair at my sexy body all day?" he said, and winked.

Zoro blushed. "Oi, uh, come on, my car is parked over here… and I dunno want to see a movie?"

"Ooh a romantic date!" Sanji teased, nudging Zoro's arm playfully.

Zoro smirked, he had come to accept that it was a date they were on, but he still hadn't decided what kind of date it was. "I don't know, maybe," he said, putting an arm around Sanji's shoulder and gently leading him to the car.

Sanji smiled and leaned against Zoro. "And he finally admits that it is a date! How sweet. We can see a movie. What kind, theater, or a home movie?"

Zoro unlocked his door to his car, letting Sanji in first. He then jogged to the other side getting in. "Either is fine, maybe a theater movie and a home meal?"

Sanji laughed. "You just want more of my cooking!"

"It's good," Zoro admitted, as he pulled out from the parking lot. "All right, a home movie, and we order pizza?"

"Yeah, sounds good. Still romantic and I can relax."

"All right, my house it is…," Zoro said, looking back and forth down the street, trying to decide which way to go.

"Left Zoro…," Sanji said, holding back a laugh. Zoro just grunted and turned left as he was told. That time Sanji did laugh.

-.-

Not long after Zoro and Sanji got back to Zoro's home, they picked a movie to watch and sat together on the couch. Zoro had just sat back down after getting them some drinks and ordering a pizza.

"Here, you asked for coke, right?" he said, as he handed the blond the glass.

Sanji nodded taking it, and taking a sip. "Thanks," he said with a smile, taking another sip then putting it on the coffee table. He sat back into the couch, getting comfortable.

Zoro took a few gulps of his own drink, sat back, and placed his arm around Sanji's shoulder, letting the blond lean against him. Sudden warmth filled his body, feeling Sanji close to him. It was a comforting felling, and Zoro welcomed it.

Sanji smiled and turned to Zoro. "Confident, aren't you?"

"Have to be."

"Why?"

"How else will I get what I want? You can't get through life not being confident," Zoro said, giving Sanji a cocky smirk.

Sanji chuckled, poking Zoro in the arm playfully. "That's good to have: confidence."

Zoro nodded, grabbing Sanji's hand in a gentle hold. "It is. Do you have confidence?"

Sanji nodded. "In my cooking, maybe my fighting ability and I know I have a pretty face," he matched Zoro's grin.

"Is that why you like to wear skirts?"

"No, I wear them because I can. Next question," Sanji's grin grew.

"Who said I was asking questions?"

"That's three in a row…."

Zoro laughed. "That was a coincidence. Okay, I'll play your game. Why do you keep your hair in front of your left eye?"

"I'm blind in it, next question."

Zoro grinned and poked the side of Sanji's head. "How?"

"Freak accident when I was young. Next question, please," Sanji said with a smile.

"You don't want to talk about it?"

"No, not yet, it's umm not my favorite memory."

"Fair enough," Zoro grunted, turning back to the movie, when there was a knock on the door. "Oh, pizza is here."

Sanji grinned, watching Zoro get up and go over to the door. He enjoyed the view he received too. Zoro is very attractive….

-.-

A little while later after the two finished their pizza, Zoro and Sanji were on the couch laughing.

After they had finished eating, Zoro had poked Sanji in the ribs in a ticklish spot. Sanji had yelped, and moved away from Zoro, but Zoro followed and did it again. It soon turned into a tickling fight.

Sanji tried to get to Zoro, but Zoro easily topped the blond, and straddled him, pinning the blond on his back. Now the two were in a fit of laughter like two teenagers flirting. Sanji couldn't believe how much fun he was having.

"Okay, OK!" Sanji shouted, trying to push Zoro's hands away. "I can't breath!" he said between chuckles.

Zoro stopped and sat up and off of Sanji, loosing balance and falling off the couch. He laughed some more and laid backwards, his head going under the coffee table. He calmed down, a hand resting on his chest. "Damn," he said smiling wide.

Sanji rolled to his side looking down at Zoro with a smile. The two went into a comfortable silence after that. A few minutes later Sanji crawled off the couch and joined Zoro on the floor, sticking his head under the coffee table.

"Hey," Zoro said, grinning at him.

"Hi," Sanji said, rolling onto his back, and returning the grin.

Zoro chuckled and turned to his side, so he was getting a better look at Sanji, minding the coffee table, he prompted himself on his elbow. He stared down at Sanji, admiring his features. The blond was defiantly gorgeous. He didn't even realize what he was doing when he was touching Sanji's face with his free hand, tracing his finger down Sanji's jaw.

"Like what you see?" Sanji asked his eyes sparkling as he stared up at Zoro.

Zoro chuckled, bringing his hand down to rest on Sanji's chest, the tip of his fingers touching the blonde's bare skin where the buttons were open. "Yeah, I do," he said, leaning down and he gently brushed his lips against Sanji, withdrawing not sure of his own actions.

Sanji watched Zoro's hand, his fingers, as they moved and rested on his chest; his smile never disappearing. When Zoro kissed him he gasped, and looked up, his eyes meeting Zoro's. Slowly he leaned forward and their lips met again in a soft slow kiss.

Zoro didn't give it a second thought that he was kissing Sanji under the table. It was a good feeling, warm and sweet. Sanji taste like smoke, spicy with a bit of tang mixed in the middle. It suited his personality well.

Gently Zoro ran his hand over Sanji's chest and into his hair, stroking the soft locks gently. The kiss deepened and it wasn't long before he felt Sanji's hand rest on his hip. The kiss seemed to last for ever and Zoro couldn't be more pleased.

When they finally did break a part, both were breathless and grinning like fools.

"Well, Zoro, I guess this means you are officially my girlfriend," Sanji said, turning to his side so he was face to face with the other teen.

Zoro snorted. "I think you have that backwards Dart-bored-eyebrow," he teased.

Sanji laughed. "Don't diss the brows! I got them from my mama," he said with a proud smile.

Zoro smirked. "You diss my hair and I got that from my mom to. So, we are even."

"Ah, yes, then we are even. We should get out from under the coffee table," Sanji said, shifting so he was a bit closer to Zoro.

Zoro watched him, his smirk never leaving. He brought his hand back up and brushed it through Sanji's hair. "Ok, you first."

"All right," Sanji said, moving so he was laying on his stomach, and he carefully get on to his knees, crawling out from under the table and stood back to his feet. He straightened his shirt, noticing some of the buttons were open and he grinned.

Zoro watched as Sanji got out from under the table, checking out the blond from behind. He chuckled to himself, and rolled to his back, lifting the table with his arms and slid out. "There we go."

Sanji watched him, poking Zoro's arm. "Great place for a first kiss, huh? Under a coffee table…."

Zoro laughed. "You almost sound disappointed."

Sanji shook his head, and sat back on the couch, one leg crossing over the other. To Zoro it reminded him of the girls in school, but he kept his mouth shut. "No, I enjoyed it," Sanji said still grinning.

Zoro sat next to the blond, curling one leg under him. "Good."

Sanji shifted so he was facing Zoro, scooting closer. "I think you were planning that all day."

"No, Honest I wasn't," said Zoro, letting Sanji move closer to him. He gently pushed some loose strands behind Sanji's ear. "Sure you're not a girl?"

Sanji laughed. "Yeah, I really will whip out my dick for you to see, moss ball. And you clearly can see that I have a flat chest. Stop asking."

"Heh, I'll try. When do you need to be home?"

"Trying to get ride of me all ready?"

"No just hoping you can stay a bit longer," Zoro blushed as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Sanji laughed his heart swelled with happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. No one has ever told him anything like that before and felt his laughter quickly turn into soft tears.

Zoro was a bit taken back by the sudden tears. He shifted so he was a bit closer to Sanji and wrapped his arms gently around the blond. "I'm sorry…," he said, unsure if he did something wrong.

Sanji chuckled, resting his head against Zoro's shoulder. "No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, whipping away his tears, laughing some. "I was just taken back by your words is all."

Zoro blinked, he was confused but he relaxed again. "Shit-cook has hormones like a woman too."

"That's it!" Sanji shouted and pounced on Zoro, knocking them both off the couch this time.

ZxS

It was eleven-o-clock when Zoro took Sanji home. The rest of their evening together went by rather well. The two ended up wresting on the living room floor and once again, ended up under the coffee table making out. That's how Zoro's uncle found them when he got home.

Two pairs of long legs, sticking out from under the coffee table, and prompted up on the couch. The teens quickly left laughing and blushing. After another kiss, Zoro finally let Sanji go for the night.

Now Sanji was laying on his bed, a smile on his face and a joint in his hand. Weed wasn't one of Sanji's best choices in life, but like smoking, cooking and now spending time with Zoro, it was one of his favorite pass times. When Cigarettes didn't work, pot was something that eased his mind and helped him rest before a long night of physical work for his father, and he had a feeling he was going to need it for tomorrow.

The door to Sanji's room opened and his father stepped in wearing a smile on his face. "Sanji, you have work tomorrow, are you up to it?"

Sanji tossed the bud into the ashtray and glanced at his father. "Nothing rough or I won't have to kill myself. They will do it for me," he chuckled bitterly.

Frank frowned, arms folding over his chest. He did not like how son was speaking. Something needed to be done with the boy, what he was not sure. Perhaps I should talk to someone out of town…. He thought to himself. "Well All right then, I'll give you that. We will take it easy tomorrow then. However next week I would hope you are on top shape. I can't keep delaying some of our customers."

"You can just stop them all together, that will make me happy," Sanji said, being bold.

"I'm not going to do that Sanji," Frank answered not liking his son's attitude.

"That's because you do not want me to be happy," Sanji stood from his bed and stepped over to his father, getting close. "Because it's money that you care about, and power. I'm nothing to you, but a toy for your work!"

Frank's brow forward as he watched Sanji not liking his attitude. His son was pushing it and in a dangerous level. "Sanji shut up and listen to me."

"No! You listen to me!" Sanji shouted, getting into his father's face. "I'm sick and tired of being used! I'm sick and tired of being pushed around! I hate my life and it's because of you! I want to die because of you! I fucking hate you!"

Frank was shocked by his son's out burst. His arms unfolded and dropped to his side. Something what his son had said had hit him and a bit hard. Not sure what to make of it Frank moved away from Sanji and to the door. "Fine," he said in a low voice and walked out, without even looking at his son again.

Sanji watched as his father left, and he let out the breath he was holding. He was sure he was going to get beat for that. He was sure something was going to happen that would lead him into a hospital bed, but nothing did.

"What just happen?" Sanji asked feeling puzzled about the whole thing. It wasn't like his father to just walk out like that. Either that just worked or, I'm in for the worst tomorrow.

SxZ

Late Friday night Zoro awoke with his phone going off. He blinked his eyes open and reached for the little thing, only to fall off his bed with a loud thud. "Owe…," he said and sat up, grabbing his phone. "Hello?"

"Zoro?"

"Sanji?" Zoro asked, sitting back onto his bed.

"Um, sorry, did I wake you?" Zoro noted that the blonds' voice shook on the phone.

"No, it's okay Sanji, what's, what's wrong?" he asked, feeling worried now.

"I got into a fight with my dad, it seemed fine but uh he threw me out. I… can I come over?"

Zoro was already putting his pants back on when he heard Sanji had a fight with his dad. "Where are you, I'll pick you up," he said, throwing on a t-shirt and heading downstairs.

"I'm not far, down the street really um by the corner store."

"All right I'm on my way, I'll be there in few minutes, just wait okay?" Zoro said running out the door, and right outside. He didn't bother to put on coat nor did he care that it was raining outside.

"Ok."

Zoro ran on down the street, listing to the water as it splashed against his shoes. He kept his eyes alert, looking around for Sanji. On finding him he picked up his pace. "Sanji!"

Sanji turned around from where he was standing, and ran over to Zoro, his bare feet splashing into puddle. "Zoro, I, thanks," he said, stopping when he was face to face with the other teen.

Zoro gave Sanji a once over, then noted the lack of shoes. "Where are your shoes?" he asked taking the book bag from Sanji's shoulder.

Sanji shook his head and leaned forward, his head touching Zoro's shoulder. "It's been a long night, father and I just…got into a really bad argument. When I left I kind of shoved my shoes in my bag."

"Oh, you're going to get sick," Zoro said, touching Sanji's shoulder and lifting him up with one arm.

"O-Oi Oi Zoro!" Sanji shouted at being lifted, he blushed and looked away from the greenhead.

Zoro chuckled at the blond, and quickly ran back to the house. He didn't put Sanji down until they were in the house. "Come on upstairs. I'll get you some dry cloths. Then you can tell me what happened," he said with a soft smile.

Sanji frowned, nodding his head. He followed Zoro up the stairs. "All right, thanks."

"Your welcome," said Zoro, flashing Sanji a smile.

Sanji swore his cheeks were going to turn red permanently. He wasn't sure how many times Zoro had gotten him to blush that day. Not to mention the smile Zoro gave him was just too cute.

Zoro led Sanji to his bathroom. He smiled at the blond, and touched his cheek. "Wait here a sec," he said and stepped back out.

If Sanji was blushing before he defiantly was now. "I'm not a woman…," he mumbled, touching his cheek. He bit his lower lip and removed Zoro's hoody. Looking at it he giggled. It's like I'm wearing his jacket!

Zoro came back a moment later with some cloths in his hand. "I put your book bag in the spare bedroom. Here some my cloths you can wear for the night. You want to take a shower?"

Sanji took the cloths and then glanced at Zoro threw his bangs. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks again," he said and looked up, giving Zoro a bright smile.

Zoro nodded, giving Sanji a grin. "I'll be in my room waiting. Take your time," he said and left, closing the door behind him to give him privacy.

Sanji watched as he left and he chuckled. He turned to the bathtub and ran a hand threw his damn hair. "Damn what a day…"

-.-

Frank sat in his room in the dark, sitting on his bed and staring at an old photo album. He turned the page to the last picture in there, and he brushed his fingers over it.

It was a picture of Sanji and his mother three years before she died. Frank had ripped himself out of it the day Sanji's mother died. He traveled his eyes to Sanji. The boy still showed both eyes then and his smile was happy.

What changed? He asked himself as he looked at the picture. He shook his head and placed the album to the side. Rubbing his face with his hand he laid back and stared at the ceiling. He then took a glance to his left at the half empty Whisky bottle, and the small open bag of coke. Maybe I am the one that needs help…. He thought and groaned. "Shit what have I done?"

-.-

"So that's what happened, Dad just keeps over working me and I'm physically too tired. So I lashed out on him. And as I said, it wasn't an hour later when he decided to kick me out. It's not the first time. A few days he'll call me and I'll go home. Or I'll just go home and that will be that," Sanji explained as he sat next to Zoro in the spare bedroom.

Zoro nodded humming a bit. "Ah, I guess you and your dad don't have the best relationship?"

Sanji shook his head. "Not since mom died… before mom died really. Dad got the new job and well he became distant," he shrugged and laid back.

"At least you have a dad you know? Mine died when I was only 3 years old, and mom was killed eight years later," Zoro said, frowning as he watched Sanji.

Sanji felt guilty now. Here Zoro didn't have a family besides his uncle, and he was complaining because of his father. Then again, Zoro didn't know who his father really was. "I'm sorry Zoro," he said, touching Zoro's shoulder.

Zoro smiled at Sanji, and leaned over his forehead touching the blonds. "It's all right," he kissed the blond once and laid him back down onto the pillow. "Get some sleep; I'm sure you're tired. Plus, I have work in the morning."

Sanji chuckled, and pulled the quilt up to his chest. "Okay, night."

Zoro smiled, leaned forward, and kissed Sanji's forehead. "Good night," he said, standing to his feet. "If you need something I'm just across the hall," he added as he made his way to the door.

Sanji watched him with a smile. He wasn't sure what was going to happen with him and his father. He didn't know what his father will in the next couple of days. At the moment, he couldn't help but feel happy just where he was. To not have to worry about the morning, it felt good. "Okay, sleep well."

Zoro nodded, giving him one more smile, before stepping out of the room. He didn't know why but he did have a slight bad feeling about what happened with Sanji and his father. He wasn't sure what it was and figured it was just him worrying for the blond to much. Pushing the thought back in him mind, he went to his room and laid back down. It's probably nothing, better just get some sleep. He yawned loudly and in seconds he was asleep and snoring.

TBC

Authors Note: It's shorter then I wanted it to be. But I thought it was a good spot to end the chapter there. And I am sorry for the late update. I wanted to get it out yesterday, but I had internet complications. So sorry!