A/n: I do not know why, but all my alerts from have been going into spam. I almost freaked out when I never got any alerts. Thank god that problem is solved now! Thank you for all the follow, favorites and reviews. Once again, I might not have time to reply to every review individually, but know that they have been read and appreciated. (:

Also, for the first time I am publishing two stories simultaneously [Think I mentioned this in the prologue] So all the RinHaru fans go check out One More Time! #Advertising.

Review, follow and favorite! Also, the main theme for this fic is angst, a genre that I can proudly say, am very good at writing as it fuels my sadistic nature beautifully. So I shall try to add a comical twist if at all possible, but know that this fic will not be following the general One Piece theme of comedy.

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Chapter 1

Sanji blinked slowly. He tried to move but he couldn't feel his body. His throat burned and he felt sick. His first thought was to figure out where they were. He moved his head around, trying to find something that would tell him where they had ended up. Managing to see nothing but white sand, he stared up at the piercingly blue sky. He hadn't thought he'd ever be able to see the sky again. His next thought was that he wasn't the only one who fell overboard. Again he tried to move and finally after several minutes of coaxing, his limbs allowed him to prop himself up on one elbow. He squinted around the bright beach, looking for a mop of green. He successfully found what he was looking for lying several metres behind him, half buried in the sand. Satisfied, Sanji lay back on the warm sand and shut his eyes. He would rest a bit before trying to figure out what to do next. He was alive and so was the Marimo. The thought allowed his tired mind to drift off.

Sanji opened his eyes again. This time he was staring at an ink blue sky clustered with billions of stars. He groaned as he tried to sit up. Surprisingly his body listened to him and the cook pushed himself to his feet. Sanji looked behind him and suddenly panicked when he saw that there was no green in the sand where it last was.

"Oh you're finally up." Sanji looked over his shoulder at the familiar annoying voice. Zoro was sitting on a rock in front of a small fire, poking the twigs with a stick. The shitty swordsman looked like hell. His clothes were completely torn and Zoro had ripped off the top half, probably because it had been in a worse state. Sanji couldn't spot the swords around his waist and the cook figured Zoro must have left them on Sunny. The only part of him that looked the same was his spiky green hair. Sanji sighed and reached into his pockets. To his utter dismay, he couldn't find his packet of cigarettes nor his lighter. Frowning, he hurriedly inspected himself to see if he could somehow manage to find one. What he found wasn't his cigarettes – much to his chagrin – but that he had lost his suit jacket, that his pants were completely tattered and his shirt looked nowhere near salvageable. All in all, he looked worse than Zoro. That coupled with his lack of cigarettes instantly put him in a bad mood. He kicked a shell and growled as the small object skipped across the sand.

"Oi Ero-cook, I caught us some fish so come eat it before I decide I want them all to myself." Sanji bit back a retort and walked up to where Zoro sat. He stared down at what were apparently 'fish' but looked more like the tiny tadpoles Chopper had once caught. Sanji found himself laughing despite himself. Zoro scowled up at him as he nibbled on the tiny fish. Once his fit had subsided, Sanji turned away and walked towards what looked like a forest.

"Oi where are you going?" Sanji ignored the other and squinted through the darkness. They wouldn't be able to explore till the next morning. Zoro was capable of getting himself unbelievably lost in broad daylight. Sanji wasn't about to risk going into a forest with him at night. He sighed and headed back to the rock Zoro was sitting on. Slumping down beside him, Sanji stared at their meager meal.

'Better than nothing I guess.' He shrugged as he picked up one of the jelly like creatures.

Morning proved to be more gratifying to the cook. The second the sun was up, he had dragged Zoro into the forest and they had found that the so-called forest was just a thick line of trees surrounding a large town. Sanji had looked over themselves once and decided that anyone who saw them would deduce that they had survived a shipwreck. Sanji somehow procured some clothes for the two of them and had bumped into a kind old lady who had offered them some food. Once his belly was substantially full, Sanji started to think as to what their next plan of action would be. They obviously needed to figure out where exactly they were. Then they would have to go hunting to see if anyone else of their crew had ended up there or if he could somehow find out their whereabouts. Before that, he thought, finding a place to stay was top priority. He surmised that Zoro without his swords was the same as a brick lying on the side of the road and hence, no one was likely to figure out that they were the fearsome Roronoa Zoro and Black Leg Sanji. Sanji stared at one of the bars that had just closed down and turned into a regular restaurant. He decided he'd find out their whereabouts first.

"Oi Marimo, let's go in the-" Sanji stopped abruptly as he turned to see that there was no mop of green standing behind him. Cussing loudly, Sanji stormed into the restaurant. He wasn't going to waste his time hunting for that shitty swordsman who had moss for brains while there were more pressing matters at hand. Once Sanji had found out that they were on an island called Tanveria – he guessed that it was the island closest to where Sunny had been the previous day – he set off in search of his useless companion. It didn't take long to find that Zoro had, as usual, ended up in a street scuffle. Sanji was surprised to see that even without his swords, the shitty Marimo made short work of the five men. Zoro spotted Sanji and raised an eyebrow.

"Where the hell did you disappear to curlybrow? I was just asking these guys if they'd seen you and they-" Sanji dragged Zoro off before people started gathering.

"Oi what's the hurry." Zoro yanked his arm from Sanji's grip and the latter spun around, his face an inch from the other's.

"You stupid, idiot, useless swordless Marimo who has moss for brains! What were you thinking creating a scene the second we got here?" Zoro merely looked at Sanji with a blank expression.

"Well it's not my fault you wandered off on your own."

"One more word and I will personally hang you." Sanji huffed and dragged Zoro along with him. It was already past noon and he had to start looking for any signs of their crew.

"Oi" The cook ignored the extremely annoying voice.

"Oi!" Sanji spotted a place that was more than likely to give him the information he needed. He started walking but was yanked back as a certain moss-haired man refused to budge.

"Now what?!"

"That's what I wanna know." Zoro raised his hand and Sanji continued to stare at him.

"What." Zoro scowled and shook his hand with irritation. Sanji looked to see what he was going on about and stared at their intertwined fingers. Sanji sighed. Obviously only a shitty swordsman like him would worry about stuff like that.

"What Marimo? Now you're worried about your social image?"

"That's not the point! Why are you holding my hand and dragging me around like a child?!"

"Well obviously because you have a child's habit of getting lost the second I take my eyes off you."

"I do not! You're the one who disappeared!" Sanji rolled his eyes and continued to walk towards his destination, not letting go of Zoro's hand. Zoro continued to grumble and swear but surprisingly didn't try to pull his hand away. Sanji registered this fact in the back of his mind but dismissed it the second he entered the place he was aiming for. He walked straight to the man behind the counter.

"Good afternoon sir. I was wondering if-"

"Yeh I've'a gotta room for ya." Sanji blinked.

"Excuse me?" The man motioned to their intertwined fingers.

"I've'a gottthe perfet' room for the twose of ya." Sanji opened his mouth to protest but the man placed a key in his hand and waved him off. Sanji frowned. He wasn't sure exactly what happened but apparently they'd found a place to stay. When he didn't move, the man turned to look at him.

"Tourists eh? Well I wouldn' say this the right place to spen' yer honemoon then." Sanji's eyes widened as realization finally dawned on him. He plucked his hand away from Zoro's and showed it into the pocket of his trousers.

"I'm sorry but you seemed to have mistaken something here-" The man waved him off.

"Yer,yer tha's wha' they all say." He motioned to the building across the street. "Second floor. Tell'em Big Joe from acros'de street sent'ya."

Sanji wanted to kick the man's ugly mug into the table in between them. But he restrained himself. They had found a place to stay - even If it was because of some crazy misunderstanding – and that's all that mattered for the moment. He stared up at the reasonably good-looking building. He glanced back to make sure Zoro was following him and then entered the building. He walked straight to the desk and placed the key on it. He nodded once and said,

"Big Joe from across the street sent us." The thin oily bespectacled man nodded once and looked between Sanji and Zoro.

"Room for two then? Follow me please." Sanji was happy to note the short man spoke normally. They trooped up a creaking set of stairs and came to a stop in front of a room that read 201. It was the last room at the end of a long dimly lit corridor on the second floor. The bespectacled man opened the door after several moments of fumbling with the keys. He pushed the door open then switched on the lights. Sanji stepped inside and took a quick glance around the room. It was a reasonably large room with maroon wallpaper and wooden furniture. He walked farther in and saw that a worn olive green couch sat facing a small television set next to a pair of windows covered by heavy maroon drapes. A side door next to the couch led to a small bedroom and Sanji was dismayed to see a single large king sized bed covered by maroon bedcovers in the middle of it. Another door led to a reasonably sized and clean bathroom cum toilet and a door next to the television set led to a spacious kitchen and dining room. Sanji turned to the bespectacled man who was standing by the door.

"This is.. an apartment?" The man nodded enthusiastically. "You're lucky Big Joe took a liking to you. He generally never sends tourists in here. We've only got regulars." Sanji didn't understand what he meant but he nodded.

"Hey listen, about the accomadation fee-"

"Ah please don't worry about that! We make sure to take our pay from the other places." Sanji frowned down at the short man.

"What other places?" The man giggled at him.

"Oh please, don't pretend like you don't know. It's perfectly fine to talk about it here." Sanji's frown deepened.

"I'm sorry I really don't know what-" A sudden noise from the hallway cut him off. The two men peered outside and saw that one of the residents of a room down the corridor, a large burly man with tattoos all over his upper body, had Zoro pressed against the opposite wall, a fist placed under his chin. Sanji groaned. What the hell had that stupid moron gotten himself into now? He stomped past his host and walked down the corridor. The burly man was saying something in low tones to the swordsman who was looking at him with an expressionless face.

"Ah I'm really sorry, my friend here is a bit of an idiot you see and-"

"Oh it's perfectly fine don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry what?" The man then let go of Zoro and guffawed loudly. He patted the other on his shoulder and then winked at Sanji.

"Your friend here came knocking on my door and I was just checking to see how much fight he's got in him. Actually you're not bad either! You should join me for dinner today!" Sanji absolutely did not want to have dinner with some random bloke who looked like he was some mafia lord's bodyguard. He tried to politely refuse, but the man simply laughed heartily and thumped them both on the shoulders. After promising to meet at the exact same place at 9 p.m the man disappeared into his room and Sanji grabbed Zoro's wrist. He dragged him back and threw him into their apartment. The bespectacled man excused himself and said if they needed anything he'd be where they found him first. As the door shut behind him, Sanji whipped around to glare at Zoro.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why would you go randomly knocking on people's doors and picking fights with them?!"

"I wasn't. I thought that was our room." Sanji's jaw dropped at the nonchalant response.

"You.. You.. How the hell could you get lost in one fucking corridor when you even saw me go in to this room?!" Zoro just stared at him for a moment. Then turning around, he went and lay down on the bed. Two seconds later he was snoring. Sanji wanted to bite his fucking head off. Stupid Marimo really had moss for brains. He had never met anyone stupider in his life. He jammed his hands in his pocket looking for his pack but again swore when his hand closed around nothing. He stepped out of the room, swearing to return only once he'd got his hands on a couple of cigarette packs. As a precautionary measure, Sanji locked the door behind him. Hopefully that idiot swordsman wouldn't jump out of the window. Sanji stomped down to the reception and found the bespectacled man talking to a tall woman. Sanji stopped momentarily and stared. The woman was tall, almost as tall as Robin, she wore a long coat made of red fur and red leather gloves. The maroon hat on her head obscured his vision of her face but he could see high cheekbones and full red lips. Sanji couldn't tell, but he was sure she had a curvaceous body under the coat. He stepped up to the desk and cleared his throat. Both turned to look at him and Sanji got to see all of the woman's face. She was well over 40 but still had an aura of authority and power about her that reflected in her burgundy eyes. He smiled politely at her and her lips quirked upwards in a smirk. Sanji nearly swooned at the sexy smile. She exchanged a few words with the man and then turned to leave. As she past by Sanji, she laid a hand on his arm and motioned with her eyes. The cook's heart sped up as he realized what she meant. Cigarettes momentarily forgotten, he followed the woman like a dog following its master. They sat down in the low sofas at the back of the room, where prying eyes couldn't see and the woman stretched out a slender gloved hand.

"My name is Lady Ravena Mc'Couth. You can just call me Ravena." Sanji was slightly taken aback by the deep, commanding voice. But he grasped her hands delightedly and shook them.

"And I'm.. Prince. Just Prince." The woman raised a shaped eyebrow at the name.

"Is that so. A great pleasure to meet you Prince." Sanji smiled flirtatiously. He wasn't sure what this beauty wanted, but he sure as hell wasn't letting go of an opportunity to court a gorgeous woman like her. Ravena settled back in the sofa and parted her full lips making to speak. Sanji stared, mesmerized by the authoritative mouth, as it moved as though every word was a command issued.

"Are you listening to me Prince?" Sanji looked up and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I was lost in your beauty for a moment. Pray tell me what you were saying?" Sanji's voice was silky smooth and Ravena once again raised an eyebrow as her mouth quirked up in a full smile.

"I was saying, I have the perfect job for you. If you're interested." Sanji's heartbeat increased and he swallowed.

"Of course! I'd be delighted to work for someone with such exquisite beauty!" Ravena's eyes danced with amusement.

"Well I am delighted to hear that." She stood up, disappointing Sanji that their conversation was so short. She walked past him and towards the door. She paused and looked back.

"Then shall we meet again at say, 11?" Sanji graciously accepted, completely forgetting about their dinner date with burly-tattoos. Satisfied for the day, he walked up to the short bespectacled man.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Oh! Forgive me for not introducing myself! I'm Orwin sir." Orwin bowed slightly. Sanji nodded.

"And I'm Prince." Orwin's reaction was much the same as Ravena's. But he made no comment just as she had.

"And what can I do for you sir?"

"I was hoping you could tell me where I'd find myself a pack of good quality cigarettes." Orwin made an 'oh' sound and fumbled with the drawers behind the desk. He placed four packs of branded cigarettes on the table and Sanji delightedly plucked one up. Placing a cigarette in his mouth, he bent down so Orwin could light it for him. He took a long drag, the nicotine filling his lungs and calming him. He nodded to the man.

"Thanks that really hit the spot. How much do I-"

"Oh please sir! Like I said before, the other places will take care of all the expenses." Again Sanji found himself frowning. He asked Orwin again what these 'other places' he mentioned were and once again the man giggled the question away.

"Even after being asked by two of the best, you still pretend. You really are a professional Prince." The way he said it is what set Sanji off. An unsettling feeling blossomed in his stomach as he took another deep breath. He thanked Orwin and stuffing the packs in his pockets, walked back to the room slowly. He wasn't sure what exactly Orwin had meant, but a nagging doubt was pulling at the back of his mind. His conversation with Orwin had reminded him of their dinner plans with burly-tattoos and he groaned. Another thing that the man said had unsettled him. What did he mean by 'two of the best' and 'professional'? Sanji was hoping his misplaced fears were just that, misplaced. He unlocked the door to apartment 201 and stepped inside. Turning on the lights, he glanced at the bedroom. He was relieved to see the stupid moss-head snoring away to glory. He was wondering what he would do with Zoro when he went to meet Ravena. He obviously couldn't leave him with burly-tattoos. That man gave him a bad feeling. Maybe he'd tie him up in some bar and hope he'd stay put. Sanji flumped onto the sofa and sighed. He still hadn't enquired on the whereabouts of their crew. Hopefully the two meetings that night would help him get some clue as to where the others were and if they were safe. Sanji took another drag and let the nicotine placate his churning mind. As long as he knew exactly where Zoro was at all times, Sanji didn't think finding their way around would be a problem. He smiled as he thought of his date with the beautiful Ravena. Something to look forward to.

A/n: I think the future chapters are going to be longer. I wasn't very satisfied with how this chapter turned out, but hopefully it gets you guys thinking. (;

Answers for all the mysteries, coming soon! Don't you just love Zoro and Sanji? They are just meant to be together.

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