Hey! The short hiatus is over, so I'm back to this story! I have a strange feeling this will be an incredibly long story and I've honestly never had so much fun writing! This is my first romance/yaoi fanfiction between Zoro and Sanji, so please let me know if you enjoy it! I'd also like to hear any guesses about who the woman with the black hair is! (you'll know what I'm talking about once you've read this chapter) I just want to see if I gave enough hints. x) As always, I hope to do the characters justice. Please enjoy and R&R!

Chapter 5

Are You Serious?

Sanji woke so peacefully that the prince was sure he was smiling. Before he opened his eyes, he heard the light tune of a couple birds singing to each other and he felt sun warming his body underneath a blanket. He opened his eyes to find a ceiling that wasn't familiar. It looked to be old-fashioned Japanese culture and Sanji frowned at the sight. Where the hell was he?

He sat up abruptly, suddenly on high alert having not recalling how he arrived at such a place. He threw the blanket off of him and stumbled to his feet, finding his legs oddly weak and sore. That was when his memories came back; Roronoa Zoro, the yakuza, drugs, sex slaves…

Sanji's face turned a bright red as he remembered what Zoro did to him. But then, he was overridden with anger and embarrassment. What right did that marimo bastard have? He claimed to just be helping, but didn't Sanji tell him to stop? He did! That was rape! Well, not be definition, but by Sanji's definition!

"I'm going to kick that guy's ass!" Sanji said out loud, clenching his fists. The prince looked around the room he was in and found it looked similar to the room he had been in before, but either the wall was replaced or he was in a different room, but the latter seemed the most likely. He walked over to one of the screen doors and flung it open, suddenly greeted by the warm morning sun and the melody of the birds.

He squinted and shielded his eyes with the nook of his arm from the bright sunlight. However, surprise and astonishment met him as well and he removed his arm to scan the area. Just outside the room was a traditional Japanese garden with a bamboo water spout, a pond with koi fish, and boulders with moss on them. Just outside the garden seemed to be some sort of samurai training grounds with opponents made of straw and bamboo swords were aligned next to each other.

"This… is a yakuza house?" Sanji was in shock by how beautiful it was. He had never seen a full-blown traditional Japanese mansion before and he certainly wished he had. It was amazing.

With his jaw dropped, Sanji realized something: it wasn't in any pain. From his beating with those bastards from Moonlit High, his jaw was damaged. However, he felt no pain and reached up to his cheek to find a new pad on it. He then lifted up his shirt to find his chest wrapped with medical bandages in a comforting manner and he was surprised to find no pain there, either. Had his wounds been treated? After he was kidnapped by them? This was the weirdest yakuza family he had ever met.

"Yah!"

Sanji looked up to find a woman swinging a bamboo sword in the distance on the training grounds. She was attacking the straw opponent with grace and power, of the likes Sanji's never seen. She had long, beautiful black hair pulled up into a ponytail and she was garbed in a white kendo uniform with hakama pants over a white kimono. Sanji felt like he had been transported to the Edo period and felt extremely out of place with his khaki school uniform.

"Excuse me?"

Sanji spun on his heel to find a silhouette of a sitting woman behind the opposite end of the room.

Her voice was deep from maturity and very smooth. "May I come in?"

Sanji didn't feel right for having to give her permission to come in. "O-Of course."

The door slid open and the silhouette of the woman was no match to her elegant beauty bathed in the sunlight. She was in an orange kimono with purple butterflies and her hair was pulled up in the traditional way of Japanese women. Her eyes were a shimmering blue and she wore purple eye shadow to pull it all together. Sanji was taken aback by her vast beauty; so much so that he couldn't think of a line from his 'Prince textbook' to give her.

"I brought you some tea," she smiled warmly at Sanji from her kneeling position. She pushed a tray into the room with a cup of tea and a tea pot. The prince could instantly smell the enticing aroma of the green tea.

Sanji remained at the opened door, feeling unable to move from his position. "Thank you, but I should be going." That wasn't Sanji's initial plan. He wanted to find that marimo and beat the shit out of him, but it seemed he would have to get him another time. He was feeling too at peace and calm to do any real ass-kicking.

"I'm sorry about last night," the woman said quickly, looking sincerely apologetic with a solemn look. Sanji's face turned red at the mention of his humiliating endeavor, but the woman simply giggled. "You're a cute one. It's quite obvious why they decided to pray on you, but the Young Master has made it so that it is forbidden to capture anyone else for the purpose of selling him or her as a slave."

"Then why'd they do it?" Sanji asked, more curiously than angrily.

The woman picked up the tea pot and slowly poured the green liquid into the traditional tea cup. "Well, slaves can be sold for a lot of money. The member who manages to sell the slave gets half of the profits. Those two were running low on money and found a great opportunity when they found you skulking around outside."

Sanji swallowed. Did everyone know about what he did? "I-I… Well, I mean, I was only there to-!"

"It's alright," the woman giggled lightly and Sanji found himself flushing at her beauty. "I didn't mean to pry. How are your wounds?"

Sanji's eyes widened. "Did you…?"

The woman nodded humbly.

The prince's face softened as he began to care for the woman in front of him. "Thank you so much for treating my injuries. I can't feel any pain."

The woman seemed to blush at the expression Sanji gave her and she replied, "I'm glad. I'm sorry for what those two did to you. They can be quite a handle."

"Oh, no, they didn't do that. I got these injuries from someone else," Sanji explained and felt the need to explain further. The woman in front of him felt like his mother in only the few minutes he met her. However, the prince didn't want to tell her how he got the hell beaten out of him and decided to leave it at that.

"Oh, dear me! I forgot to introduce myself!" the woman slid the tray of tea to the side to make room for a humble bow on the floor. "My name is Tachibana Misao, head maid to the Roronoa yakuza."

Sanji was so taken aback by the amazing display of loyal subordination that he fell to his knees and slammed his head on the ground, feeling he owed her so much more than a formal bow. His head nearly burst through the tatami mat from the blow. "My name is Sanji! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Tachibana raised her head to giggle again at Sanji's humiliating display. "Please, enjoy your tea. Once you're finished, the Young Master wishes to see you."

She smiled, shut the screen door, and then her silhouette stood up and left. Sanji picked up his head with a confused frown on his face and a bleeding forehead. "Young Master?"

The prince looked back outside and wished Tachibana had given him directions. From outside the gate, the Roronoa residence looked like a mansion and from inside, it seemed to be a maze. It was either travel outside to find where this Young Master could be or travel through the inside. Sanji immediately decided travelling outside would be less humiliating, as it seemed there weren't a lot of yakuza members outside.

He stepped out onto the porch and headed passed the koi pond towards the training grounds where the girl with the long black hair was attacking a straw opponent. He could ask her for directions. Once he got closer, Sanji stepped off of the porch pathway onto the grounds and smiled.

"Excuse me, but where is the-?" he was interrupted when the bamboo sword connected with his nose.

"Oh! I'm sorry! You shouldn't sneak up on me!" the young woman apologized, removing her training sword from Sanji's face. A long red mark ran from the top of Sanji's forehead to his chin and he stared into oblivion as he tried to regain his composure.

"Ara?" the woman touched in chin in surprise. "You're that guy the Young Master talked about, huh? You look strong. Want to spar with me?"

Sanji frowned and coughed into his fist proudly. "I don't fight girls."

Somehow, this seemed to anger the woman beyond belief. Her face turned red with anger and suddenly, Sanji's feet were swept to the side and he landed hard on the ground. He opened his eyes to find the bamboo sword pointed at his neck. The woman glared at him from above like she was Satan himself.

"You don't fight girls? Fine, then die." She lifted the sword in a manner of stabbing and as she thrusted it downwards at Sanji's throat, he immediately rolled to the side, just barely missing the bamboo sword that stabbed the ground.

"W-Wait! What are you-?!" He was interrupted again when he had to spread his legs apart to just miss another stab. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the end of the bamboo sword so that the woman couldn't swing it again. "Hah!"

However, his laughter was short-lived when a fist plummeted towards his face, which he immediately proceeded to swiftly sweep his legs underneath hers, causing her to trip. Sanji quickly got to his knees and caught her before she collided with the ground.

"Are you… ok?" Sanji asked breathlessly, concerned that he might've hurt her ankle. Sanji was confused when the demonic girl looked embarrassed. She expressed humiliating shock, which was horribly adorable. The girl kind of reminded Sanji of Nami. However, he noticed he was squeezing onto something soft and bouncy. He glanced down to find that one of his hands was gripping one of her breasts.

At first, Sanji was just as surprised as her, but then his perverted side took over and he smiled like a horny monkey. He got his much-needed woman-handling after his man-on-man encounters recently.

"You… you…" the woman began, her eyes tearing up a little. Sanji was shocked to find that behind her crazy, fighting personality, she was just like every other girl. "YOU PERVERT!"

Her trembling fist connected with his nose with the power of any cannon and his body shot backwards like a torpedo, right through the screen doors of the house. His body skipped on the ground like a pebble skipping over water and he crashed through screen doors over and over again, catching glimpses of surprised faces before crashing into the next room.

He finally skidded to a stop in a room on the opposite end of the mansion. His hair was tousled and his nose was bleeding from his beating and his school uniform was dirty. He left a trail of debris all through the mansion. The prince got to his feet weakly and rubbed the back of his head, wondering what the hell he'd do with all that damage.

"Oi," a voice from behind came into earshot and Sanji spun around to face the familiar Roronoa Zoro. He was garbed in a traditional yakuza yukata and his figure was bathed in the sunlight from the opened screen door. Sanji was astonished by the beauty he was met with. It was a different beauty than what he found in Tachibana. It was elegance and confidence he was met with. Sanji remembered, however, he the bastard had treated him.

"You damned marimo!" Sanji broke the silence, stomped over to him, and grabbed the front of his collar, pulling him in close. "How could you do that to me?! Don't you have any shame!?"

Zoro answered in his low, husky voice. "I was only helping relieve you from the drugs." Sanji was surprised to hear no anger in his voice. "I wanted to see you about something, so if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you let me go."

Sanji's eyes widened at the information he'd just received and his fingers loosened. What did he say? The marimo was the one who wanted to see him? But, Tachibana called him the Young Master…

"EH?" Sanji backed away in astonishment. "You're the boss of the yakuza clan?!"

To be continued...