This is the third chapter of the series! Nothing sexual, yet, but the next chapter plans to have a lot of it. x) I hope to do the characters justice! Enjoy and please R&R!

Chapter 3

Not a Bad Idea

Sanji, Luffy, and Nami returned to where Sanji had been attacked on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Nami was kneeling on the ground, inspecting something she found in the concrete.

"That guy must've packed a wallop. There's some speckles of blood. Probably from the attackers," Nami informed everyone.

"Shishishi!" Luffy laughed through his teeth, placing his hands behind his head. "I wanna meet this guy! He sounds like a lotta fun!"

"Nami-SWAN!" Sanji shimmered over to her, helping her to her feet from her kneeled position. "You're so brilliant! It hurts my eyes!"

Nami swung back her fist and it connected with the back of Sanji's head. "Stop messing around! Luffy and I are going to help you figure out who this guy is, so don't waste my time swooning over me!"

"I don't have anything better to do," Luffy said with his toothy grin.

Nami glared over at the black-haired, thin boy. "Shut up, Luffy. I was just making a point."

Sanji scratched his chin, regaining his composure from Nami's strike. "We don't have much to go on. He goes to our school, sometimes, at least. Maybe we should ask the teachers?"

Nami pulled her long, beautiful orange hair into a pony-tail. "That's not a bad idea. Let's start with the teachers that are still at school."

….

"Green hair?" the music teacher poked at his own afro, thinking intently on the subject. "I don't think I've seen such a student. Yohoho!"

Sanji frowned at Mr. Brooke. He had the weirdest laugh in all of Japan, possibly the world. Mr. Brooke leaned onto his elbows on his desk and stared at Nami.

"Can I see your-?"

Both Sanji and Nami connected their fists with the back of the music teacher's head and yelled in unison, "NO!"

….

"Maybe, but green hair's not something I'd usually forget," the mechanics professor leaned on his enormous hands and shut his eyes beneath his sunglasses. "If he's as broad-shouldered as you said, he probably did work in my class once or twice. Why can't I remember him…?"

Nami sighed heavily. "It's fine. No one seems to know who this guy is."

"Maybe he's a ghost!" Luffy chimed in happily, raising his finger into the air to state a point. "Maybe everyone who saw him only thinks they saw him, but he's really just transparent and helps the living!"

Sanji stared angrily at Luffy, but exhaled slowly, patting the monkey on the head. "That's very unlikely, Luffy, but thanks for your contribution."

….

The history professor smiled lightly and crossed her legs. For but a moment, Sanji was about to witness her panties and immediately, a stream of blood protruded from his nostrils. Sanji turned dreamily over to Nami, hoping to see her beautiful face and imagine dirty things with what he had just seen, but all he saw was an oncoming fist that slammed right into his already-injured cheek, sending him shooting across the classroom and crashing in the wall.

"Ms. Robin, do you have any idea who a student with green hair is?" Nami asked professionally after having completely and utterly obliterating the Prince of Sunlit High.

"I can't say that I have," Ms. Robin answered in her light, but low and very feminine voice.

Luffy and Nami sighed, exhausted for running around the entire school and finding absolutely nothing. Sanji stood from the pile of rubble and said, "We've still got one last teacher in this school."

….

"This guy?" the nurse of the infirmary held up a bulletin board with his tiny hooves and a curious expression. The board had a stack of papers pinned to it and on the top was a picture of the marimo; it looked similar to a mug shot.

Sanji nearly cried, but instead, he laughed. "Yeah, that's him!"

"Thank, god!" Nami exclaimed, holding her delicate hands together in joy. Luffy laughed at the happy occasion and placed his hands behind his head, relaxing.

Dr. Chopper, the infirmary doctor, proceeded to read some of the papers contents, "His name is Roronoa Zoro-"

Sanji noticed Nami tensing next to him at the sound of his name.

"-and he's 19 years old. He does go to this school, but his attendance is… well, not so great. That's probably why no one has really seen him before."

Luffy raised his hand for no particular reason, because he said the question out loud before anyone called him out, "So, how come you've got his record if he barely comes to school?"

Dr. Chopper flipped through the pages. "He's been in here a couple times; the most recent was fractured ribs, some cuts and bruises. I directed him to an orthopedist, but I doubt he listened to me. This school doesn't have the proper equipment to heal those types of injuries."

"How recent was this?" Sanji asked curiously.

"Actually, only a couple days ago. He claimed it was because of a P.E. incident, but school had been over for hours. I did what I could to help, but those fractured ribs were too tough to work with without an X-ray machine. I hope his parents made him go to a proper doctor."

Sanji frowned. So he did get hurt in that fight, after all. That was when Sanji subconsciously began to worry for the marimo, without having to really know him. Sanji noticed how Nami didn't say a thing and he turned to her. When he realized she was still tense and looked somewhat frightened, Sanji gently cupped his hand on her cheek.

"What's wrong, Nami-swan?" he asked calmly. It seemed to snap her out of her trance and she lightly smacked his hand away.

"Roronoa Zoro, I know that name," she informed everyone. Luffy and Sanji blinked, interested. "Roronoa is the name of a group of yakuza that live not far from where I live. My mom told me never to go near that place, so that's why I know."

Sanji's eyes widened in bewilderment, but he said nothing.

"He's part of a yakuza clan!?" Luffy screamed, yanking at his black hair. "He's even more interesting! I want to meet him!"

"No!" Nami yelled seriously and a terse silence followed. "He's dangerous, Luffy. People have been killed by them, according to the news broadcaster. This explains why he doesn't really come to school. Probably too busy with his gang-on-gang violence."

Sanji frowned at the new information he had received. What did this mean? He was an asshole, a yakuza asshole no less, but he helped out that girl and him, even if he didn't care much about Sanji. Plus, he was obviously still injured from the fight. If he was part of a yakuza clan, would his parents care enough to send him to a hospital? Sanji wasn't sure what a household of a ruthless gang would be like.

"I have to go see him," Sanji said subconsciously, staring at the floor.

Dr. Chopper gaped at the prince. "You're kidding, right?"

Nami grabbed Sanji by the front of his collar, pulling him in close and looking intently into his eyes. "Sanji-san, I wouldn't enjoy anything more than to watch you get beat to a pulp, but watching you get murdered isn't on my to-do list."

Sanji smiled warmly at the beautiful woman. He opened his mouth to say something gentlemanly, but what came out was quite the opposite. "Nami-SWAN~! It feels so good to have you care so much about me!" He proceeded to attempt to hug her, but a fist with the power of a bullet hit him right in the stomach, making him keel over, cradling his wound.

"Don't misunderstand!" She yelled, obviously embarrassed. Perhaps that was the reason why Sanji always acted like that around Nami. She was so adorable when she was embarrassed. She grabbed Luffy by the back of his school uniform and began to drag him out the door. "Come on, Luffy! Let's leave the idiot to his idiotic plans!"

"W-Wait! Namiiiii….!" Luffy's voice was drowned out by the distance.

Sanji watched, depressed, as the two friends left the infirmary.

"Will you still go?" Dr. Chopper asked, tilting his red hat slightly.

Sanji composed himself and stood, dusting off his uniform. "He's probably still hurt. I don't see a yakuza family treating a subordinate kindly."

Dr. Chopper smiled lightly. "If it's still bad, bring him here, Sanji-san. I'll try to fix him up this time."

Sanji turned towards the doctor and grinned. "Thanks."

….

It wasn't hard to find the yakuza mansion. Nami claimed it was near her house, which Sanji knew the location of, so all he had to do was look for an enormous, out of place mansion. He did just that, and he arrived at the 'Roronoa Manor'. It was an exquisite example of Edo period Japanese culture, as the mansion had a Zen Garden, shingled rooftops, tatami mats, and everything else you could think of. However, because of the gate, Sanji could only see that much by peering over the enormous wall separating the manor from the outside world.

Sanji couldn't help but let his imagination run away with him. He imagined the yakuza family using Roronoa Zoro as a slave, making him do horrible things. There was no way he belonged to a yakuza clan and help out some random girl get her purse back. It just didn't add up. Despite him being an asshole, he obviously wasn't a bad guy. He couldn't be.

Sanji exhaled deeply as he stepped down from his perch, scanning the area to find some other way of getting in without simply busting through the front gate.

That was when there was a blinding white pain striking the back of Sanji's neck and his world immediately faded to black.

To be continued...