Chapter 1 Much questions.

A/N: Many hi's to you all. I hope somebody likes this, I thought of doing an AU for a little whiles now. Anywho, I'll get to the...

Warnings: Yaoi, Shonen-ai, some violence, maybe some blood. I thought a lot about whether this should be put in angst, but since the fic not focused around it, I opted against it. It makes it seem rape-ish, which it's not, of courses.

Parings: You'll see, heck. It's not like a big surpries. scratches head I think I may have put the main one in the summary. Oh, well. Others random from that.

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Zoro sat Indian style on a purple matted floor, staring down a weak 23-year-old blonde man, who was currently tightly bound and gagged in front of him.

Why do I do this?

"Now Lipz, I'm giving you one chance at this, don't mess it up." Zoro warned somlemly, tapping the gun in his lap. Lipz muffled through the tape over his mouth.

What am I looking for?

The green haired man crawled closer to Lipz, then sat on his knees, placing his gun on the space between the 2 of them.

"I'm going to untie you now." Zoro told him, leaning over and begging to undo a knot. "Don't make me regret doing this." He finished growling, fumbling slightly with the rough knot.

Is it worth all this?

"Hey thanks Zoro." Lipz gasped after the tape was roughly pulled from his mouth. "I owe ya's one." he strechted his neck and shoulders, each bone giving a sickening crunch as he did.

Does it even exist?

Lipz pulled himself weakly to his feet, stretching his back out. He then moved to sit in a chair in front of an oak brown table, motioning for Zoro to sit across from him. He obliged, crossing his legs when he sat, and putting the gun in his jacket.

"You realize I could have left you tied there for days, am I correct?" Zoro questioned, crossing his arms. Lipz nodded wildly.

"Oh yea, yea." He then laughed, running slim and scarred fingers through his hair. "I got into a fight with the girlfriend. I suppose you know how it is, with the red head you carry around and all, but I never thought it would get so serious--" Lipz started to explain.

:I didn't come here to make small talk." Zoro cut him off. He was staring out the nearby window into the faint starry night. "You know what I came for, so get to talking." He finished, not bothering to look away from the window. Lipz chuckled nervously.

"All I have is a name dude, Raven."

Do I have a chance at finding it?

In a blink of an eye, Zoro pulled out his gun and pointed it right between Lipz's eyes.

"That's not all you know." Zoro spoke, not even hinting at losing his calm. "Do you remember that one chance I gave you?" The informant nodded weakly, sweat streaming down his face, and his gray eyes shining with some kind of fear. "I'm going to make it three, because I don't want to put up with your bullshit tonight."

"Well, I know that the 'a' in her name is pronounced 'ah'." Lipz started off thoughtfully, somehow ingnorate of the danger he was in.

"1." Zoro started the count.

"Seriously dude that's all I know." He stuttered nervously, sitting straight in his chair, becoming aware all at once of his impending danger.

"2." The gun gave a click.

"Fine, Fine! Her address is apartment 34 on Ojikai street! That's all I know!" Lipz finally gave in.

I guess my questions are better left unanswered.

Zoro smiled wickedly.

"Strike 3."

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Nami sat in a black convertible under a street light, boredly filing her pink polished nails.

"What's taking Zoro so damn long?" Nami sighed into the fluorescent light. The red head upwards to a single lighted window in an apartment building to her right when a shot rang out, breaking the previous silence. Nami rolled her eyes.

Can't that man ever solve something without killing a poor blockhead? Nami blew tentatively on her nails. But then again, I guess he can't. He does tend to loss his temper when it comes to no one telling him what he needs to know. It's his way of life. He wants to know what he's looking for. Hell, I've know the guy since I was 12 and I don't even know what he's looking for. But sometimes I wish I did, so I can help him. But for now, being here for him will do. Nami turned slightly and saw Zoro emerging form the apartment.

Yea, a friend'll do.

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Zoro pulled his leather jacket angrily, while trudging to his car. When he caught Nami's eye she smiled. Zoro smiled weakly back, climbing into the drivers seat.

"So whatcha kill the cool informant for?" Nami asked bordely, inspecting her nails. Zoro fumbled for his car keys and started the car.

"I didn't kill him, I shot him in his foot." Zoro answered, pulling away from the curb, and speeding down the road.

"Ok, so why did you shoot the cool informant in the foot?" She rephrased her previous question. "You're not going to get a lot of willing business if they keep thinking they're going to get shot in the foot, or be fatally wounded, or shot in the crotch."

"Oh, they'll help. They'll just think about keeping the jerking around to their dicks and keep it away from me." He grumbled, turning a corner. Nami laughed.

"Well, I'm just sayin'." Zoro smiled at her.

"How would you like to go shopping tomorrow?" He asked her. Nami smiled widely.

"Of cour--" Nami frowned, raising her eyebrows. "Wait, what for?"

"Just for being here." Zoro said, not looking at Nami.

"That's great." Nami smiled sweetly. She could never resist shopping. "But seriously, what are the fucking strings attached?"

"Look, dammit, do you want to go shopping or not?"

"Fine. I'm just sayin' if I get hit in the head, you are going to pay dearly."

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A/N: Ok, plz don't flame me! I thought of this fic after a really bad flame. I mean, I don't have low self-esteem or anythin, but I can only take do much fire to my ass. It hurts. anyway, if you liked it, please review.