Disclaimer : I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters.

A/N : Few comments before starting regarding the latest reviews!

-Gg : Your nose is right on the money good sir! I am aiming for a nice harem, but you never know with my wacky ass and unplanned stories xD Thank you so much for the review!

-Guest : I personally am not a fan of Sanji's behavior towards women, but it is what makes Sanji Sanji so it will be included, just not to the extreme :) Thanks for the nice review though~

And that is all, so without further ado, please enjoy!~

NOTE: Some names get erased once I upload the chapters, I fixed them all now but this is just a warning for the future :)

Sanji had never before wanted to kick someones teeth in more than he did right now. And it wasn't even for the reasons you may be thinking, no. It was because this new little group of 'friends' that the blonde had apparently wondered into were hated by a lot of other students. Meaning, he had been getting into both verbal and physical scuffles all damn day.

Granted, a lot liked the 'Straw Hats', but those were typically the weak looking kids and female students. But the students who looked like they ate nails for breakfast with no milk? Ya, they were the ones who wanted to take them all down. A concept that Sanji still wasn't fully comprehending since the other schools he had attended didn't have the same concept as this one, it was more like the hood than a school.

"Hey!" The blonde was pulled out of his thoughts as a gruff and hostile sounding voice yelled in his direction. At least, he assumed it was towards him since he was the only other occupant in the washroom. "I heard the Straw Hats got a hot new member, but I didn't think it would be true~"

Sanji inhaled deeply to keep his anger in check as he scrubbed his hands under the warm water. You'd think that word would spread on how he landed 12 kids in the hospital yesterday, but no. Instead they, like any other person to meet Sanji, assumed he was just some pretty boy who couldn't throw a punch to save his life. Which he wouldn't, he was more of a kicks kinda guy, but the point still remained.

"Yo, I'm talking to you!" The other teen apparently didn't fancy the silent treatment as they walked closer to the blonde, who was now rinsing the soap suds off of his thin hands. Sanji jumped however in shock as a large and beefy hand made sharp contact with his ass. "Nice~"

The cook didn't even bother to get a good look at the kid before he aimed his leg up and kicked him firmly in the mouth, relishing in the loud snaps that echoed throughout the room as his teeth were harshly removed from his skull.

The teen flew out of the bathroom door, snapping the wood into 2 symmetrical pieces as blood flowed from his mouth in ribbons of anguish before he landed harshly on the floor in the hallway. The blonde tsked under his breath and mentally berated himself for losing control like that as he quickly dried off his hands before stepping into the hall calmly, ignoring the many eyes that followed him, and speed-walked towards his next class.

Zeff had promised to maim him if he were to start any fights, as in get caught fighting, so he just hoped that the other students were smart enough to not mention him being there as he slipped into his art class and took his assigned seat.

Of course luck was not playing in the blondes favor as he sat outside the principles office, hands placed firmly on his cheeks as his elbows leaned against his knees. He wasn't sure why he was here, although he could safely guess, and either way it was never good to get called to the office on your second day of school.

Zeff couldn't even be mad though, right? The teen thought with a frown. It wasn't his fault in the slightest that the kid lost his teeth, or that the other ones that bothered to pick a fight with him are now in the hospital. He never instigated anything. He was the victim-

No, the blonde couldn't even call himself that. He was never a victim, as he's been told several times before, he was stronger, thus making him the one who needed to take the high route and ignore others abuse. But how could he just sit there and take it?! It wasn't in the chefs nature to take shit from anyone, but he blamed that on being raised in a hostile kitchen.

"Huh. So the pretty boy's in trouble." The teen shot his shoulders back and looked to his right at the green haired student who had taken the seat to his side.

"Shut it, asshat." Sanji retorted before leaning back against his arms. He really wasn't in the mood to talk with this guy, especially since they were so aggressive towards one another upon first glance. He wasn't even sure why, he just knew that he hated the larger male.

"Chill, swirly-brow-"

"The fuck did you just call me?!" Sanji interrupted as he shot himself back up and glared daggers at the larger teen, who cocked his eye in turn.

"What? You didn't know?" He asked slyly, in the most mocking manner Sanji had ever heard. Which only helped the fuel the fiery anger that was building up in the blondes chest.

"It's a genetic defect. I'm sure you know all about those." The blonde gestured towards the others scalp, making him growl under his breath at the insult.

"You are just asking for a fight, aren't you?" Zoro growled out as he crossed his arms above his well built chest.

"Like you would be much of one. Now fuck off, I'm not going to start a fight in front of the fucking principles office. I'm in enough shit as is." Sanji mumbled with a frown.

"Can't leave, I'm in shit too. But why are you here? Get caught smoking or something?" Zoro asked, not wanting to admit it, but he was actually really curious as to why the blonde had gotten into trouble on his second day at the school. He doubted it was because of his fight in Usopp's defense, since it was after school hours and the idiot principle didn't bother to get involved in scuffles like that.

"How did you know I smoked?" Was the confused response.

"At lunch you were tapping your finger against the table. Thought it was just a nervous thing but you started biting your lip too-Not that I was paying attention!" The larger man shot off with a slight blush as Sanji's eyes widened in shock. "It's just those are two very obvious 'craving a smoke' habits!"

"...Huh. Didn't think it was that noticeable... But no, I'm not in here for smoking. It's probably because I maaay of smashed someones skull open before my last period..."

"Why?" Zoro asked calmly, although he was actually genuinely surprised at the statement.

"I didn't want to, before you assume shit. I was in the bathroom and the asshole thought it was a smart idea to..." Sanji blushed before waving his hand slightly, as if to brush off his previous remark. "What he did doesn't matter, but I overreacted and kicked his face through the door."

"Oh, I was wondering why the mens room's door was missing..." Zoro commented lightly, as if to calm the other down.

"Heh. Ya, I guess they cleaned it up. But ya that's why I'm here. What about you?" Sanji asked as he gently clenched the rim of his shirt between his fists, eyes still downcast on his knees as he spoke to the other.

"Told off my teacher. He yelled at me for dying my hair, apparently I was being a distraction in class." The buff teen rolled his eyes as he recalled why he had gotten into trouble, but Sanji's thoughts were elsewhere.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Dye your hair."

"No. I don't, which just makes me even more pissed off since he knows that it's natural. It's on my fucking ID card." Zoro replied in anger as Sanji scoffed and chuckled.

"Well, if it helps you feel any better, people think I dye my hair too." He shrugged as Zoro finally looked over his shoulder at the other teen.

"Wait, really? But blonde is a natural color isn't it?"

"Yep. But mine isn't, it's too bright or some shit so the teachers in my last school actually tried to convince me to dye it to a more bland shade. As well as shave my eyebrows."

"Pfft. It's stupid how a teacher can yell at you for doing something, then try to force you to do that exact thing because it helps their case."

"Tell me about it... Oh god, you do realize what we are doing right?" Sanji asked in both shock and feigned disgust as Zoro furrowed his brows in confusion.

"No?"

"We're RELATING to one another. Gross."

The two then broke in laughter at the realization. Zoro had honestly not laughed in quite some time, even with his friends being who they were, so it felt nice to finally just let go and laugh with the blonde who was calming himself down in turn and wiping away a stray tear from his sea blue eyes.

Another thing that the moss headed teen wouldn't admit to is that the other had a very nice laugh. It was deep yet smooth like if honey had a voice and drew everyone towards it. It was a laugh that fueled other laughter, no matter how idiotic the joke may of been. And the smile...

Zoro couldn't help but blush as he looked at the blonde, who had a large and bright smile placed on his pale features, showing off more pearly white teeth than what was humanely possible as his cheeks stretched up to his eyes.

'Beautiful...' The swordsman thought before shaking his head frantically and looking back at the wall to his right. What the hell was going on with him? He asked himself as the two finally calmed down and sat in a comfortable silence together. This wasn't like him... Not at all, and he was honestly getting a little scared at the feelings that were beginning to coarse through his being.

"Sanji Blackleg?" The secretary asked aloud, which made the blonde in question look over at her. "Mr. Crocodile will see you now."

Sanji sighed as he stood up and grabbed his messenger bag, he swung it around his shoulder before quickly waving a goodbye to Zoro, who jokingly saluted in turn. The chef couldn't help but chuckle as he entered the office and closed the door behind him, he just hoped that this went by quickly and that they didn't bother to call in Zeff.

"Please take a seat, Sanji." The blonde did so with no question as the black haired man behind the desk stared him down. "I have heard some recent reports of you being harassed since you joined us?"

...Huh? Sanji blinked in shock. He wasn't expecting this, but he wasn't about to argue against it, especially since that means that he isn't in trouble. His heart quickly began to slow down into a more calm manner as he realized Zeff wouldn't need to be called.

"Um... Well I wouldn't really say that." Sanji replied softly as he shrugged.

"Then what would you say?" Crocodile asked with a cocked brow as he clasped his fingers together, eyes not moving away from the blonde who shrugged once more.

"That teenagers are stupid... Really no use in making a big deal out of this, sir." The cook said with a small smile. "Nothing I can't handle."

The elder man didn't bother to respond as he stood up from his seat and calmly walked over to Sanji, who kept his smile firm, even if he was incredibly confused on why the man had decided to walk behind him. His questions were answered however as he felt large and rough hands clasp onto his shoulders, and gently rub against the fabric of his loose, blue sweatshirt.

...What was happening?

"You know, we are a friendly bunch here, ." Sanji chuckled nervously as the man spoke, trying his hardest to process what exactly the goal here was. "And we are here to help you, whenever you may need it."

"I-um. I'm good actually, right as rain! Hehe... Um, I just remembered though, that my step-father said he was picking me up today, I better head out before he starts to worry." Sanji went to stand himself up but was stopped as the large hands pressed harder down onto his shoulders, pushing him back into the chair almost as soon as he left it.

"It's been so long since we have had a student like you... You're like a little prince with the aura you give off, don't you think?" Crocodile practically purred as he massaged deeper into the thin shoulders, making Sanji wince and panic as the man leaned closer to his ear and inhaled deeply. " ... Mr. Prince, Sounds much better than Blackleg... I think I'll call you that from now on~"

"I...Um, what are you doing?" Sanji finally asked as he felt his fingers twitch in panic.

"I just want you to be honest with me, Mr. Prince." The teen didn't bother to correct him on the weird name as the taller man finally let go of his shoulders, but still remained planted behind his seat. "Are you getting bullied?"

"No. I'm not...Sir." Sanji shakily answered before shooting himself up and grabbing his bag. "And I'm honestly feeling very uncomfortable, so I'm just going to-"

Sanji turned on his heel with his mind set on running full tilt out of the confining room, but was stopped once again as the older man boxed him against the desk, trapping him in front of the furniture with two meaty arms on either side of his thin form.

"Uncomfortable? Why would you be feeling that way?"

"...Please let me leave..." Sanji mumbled out as he clenched his hand against the wood behind him, making a spiderweb of cracks run along the brown desk.

"...OK, you are free to go. But do know that you can come to me at anytime if you are having any trouble." The man then backed off of the blonde with a smile and moved back to sit behind his desk as Sanji let out a shaky breath and quickly ran out of the room, not bothering to respond to the mans statement as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"So, how much trouble are you in?" Zoro asked with a smirk, but it quickly turned into a frown as the blonde simply ran past him, face contorted in fear and panic as his mind tried to make sense on what just occurred.

He ran threw the empty halls, happy that classes let out before he went into the office as he ran out of the front doors, where he finally allowed himself to calm down.

"Ha...ha..." He panted deeply as he leaned against the brick walls of the building and shakily reached into his pocket for a smoke. His fingers felt as though they were vibrating as he finally pulled out his box of Lucky Death cigarettes, and he didn't waste a moment before shoving a filter into his mouth and lighting up the cancer stick in one fluid motion. His first inhale took out half of the smoke, and immediately calmed his nerves as he slid down the bricks and landed firmly on his rear.

'Why...? What the hell was all of that?' Sanji asked himself as he gently scratched his scalp with one hand as the other took the cigarette from his mouth, allowing himself to exhale the white plumes in a slow and calming motion.

"Hey... You alright?" The blonde jumped slightly and shot to attention as the sudden voice rang through the air, but calmed himself down once he noticed it was only Zoro.

"...Ya, I'm fine. You um, shouldn't you be in the office?" Sanji asked, trying to keep his voice in check as he took another puff of the smoke with more relaxed features.

"Nah, fuck him. It's not like he'll actually punish me or anything. Think he's scared of me." Zoro said roughly, but anyone could sense the joking nature as he planted himself next to the blonde. Sanji on the other hand didn't feel like laughing at the moment.

"Lucky..." He mumbled, making Zoro look over at him and glare.

"What the hell happened in there?" He asked firmly, making Sanji furrow his brows in confusion.

"Since when do you care?" He asked mockingly. "Matter of fact, since when does anyone care?! I've known you for a fucking day and you think you can just-"

Sanji shook his head frantically and burrowed his face into his knees, not wanting to see the others face after his little outburst, but instead he just wished that the ground would eat him up and save him from this situation.

Zoro on the other hand, felt confused on why the teen broke down so suddenly. He was perfectly fine before entering the principles office, so what the hell could of happened in there to make the other act this way?

"...Do you curl your eyebrows?" Zoro asked after a short moment in a thoughtful tone.

"...What?" Sanji took his head out of his knees and glared at the other, who shrugged in return.

"Hey it's a good question. I've never seen anyone with eyebrows as fucked up as yours. Can't be natural."

"Well then I guess we're even because I've never seen someone attempt to grow a lawn on their head."

The two glared one another down for what felt like hours before standing up and without question, landing blows. They both seemed to be throwing in their best moves, which only proved how on level the two were as they eventually took their brawl onto the large football field, which Sanji was thankful for since now he could actually do a handstand without worrying about the gravel cutting into his skin.

"Marimo!" Sanji yelled, aiming a kick at the others skull.

"Curly-que!" Zoro retorted, blocking the attack with an open palm.

"Moss-head!" A landed kick to the stomach.

"Blondie!" A punch to the shoulder.

"Flowerbed!" A kick to the knee.

"Duck!" A blocked punch.

"CUNT!"

The two paused and simply stared at one another before breaking down into laughter. They fell onto their knees and eventually their backs as they simply laughed and stared up at the darkening sky.

"...Is the principle always so... Creepy?" Sanji asked finally as he stretched out his body on the cool grass.

"Creepy? Don't think so... Why?" Zoro asked as he folded his arms behind his skull.

"Well, he thought I was being bullied... So he asked me about that but then he walked behind my chair and just... I don't know, he was just super creepy." Sanji explained with a frown, although he was happy that he could say what occurred and not fear the response. He didn't know why, but he was too relaxed to even bother thinking on why he felt the need to tell the other teen this.

The last time something like this happened he tried to tell his teachers, but they just laughed at him and pushed it aside as if he was the one at fault. So it felt nice to be able to talk to someone his own age about this.

"Seriously? Well... By the looks of it you could of easily kicked his ass. So why didn't you?"

Sanji grinned slightly at the hidden compliment before shrugging.

"I'd rather not go through the hassle of having 'beat up principle' on my record. Besides, my old man would probably kill me." He explained with yet another sigh before he blinked and looked over at Zoro. "But I'd rather just forget that happened... Tell me a story asshole."

"...What?" Zoro chuckled with furrowed eyebrows at the random request.

"A story. You know what a story is, don't you?" Sanji asked mockingly as Zoro scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Shut it. What kinda story?"

"One about you and the others... The 'Straw Hats', which by the way, terrible fucking name."

"No it isn't. Luffy wears a straw hat, and he's the captain."

"Whoa. Creative."

"Shut your mouth. Now.. Um I guess I could tell you about how we found Brook?"

"Brook?" Sanji asked as he leaned onto his side so he was looking at the other with full attention. Zoro blushed slightly at the attention as he stayed on his back and continued.

"Our musician. He's so old he could practically be a skeleton, but it was pretty crazy how we found him cause we needed to take down some zombie loving freak..."

Sanji smiled as Zoro told his story, being sure not to leave out any details as the two layed in the football field and waited for the sun to go down.

Tbc.