Chapter 1

Surfing the internet on weekends isn't really Zoro's thing, but what can he do when his doctor had strictly prohibited him to train or even leave his own house? Looking at his bandaged chest, he can't help but feel excited all over again. He had finally been able to fight with Mihawk.

THE Mihawk. And lost miserably at that.

And almost died too.

But he fought. And he lived. And that was the whole point. But now that he knows how weak he still is and how much more there is to be improved, he's been more excited than ever to push them even farther. Except Chopper wouldn't allow him to. No one would allow him too. Seeing the deep, long gash on his chest was enough to send chills down any man's spine. Enough to send Chopper into yelling "Doctor's orders!" seriously. Even though it still made him look and sound cute.

With nothing else to do but eat and sleep, and no other source of entertainment but his television and the internet, he finds himself sitting in front of something exciting to happen. Like his computer exploding. That would be fun, but then he'd have to shed cash to get it fixed or buy a new one. Okay, so maybe that wouldn't be so fun after all.

Bored out of his wits, Zoro went to .com. Persoming-droid stands for Personal Mingo Droid (PMD). It's a company run by Doflamingo. Apparently his leading scientist, Caesar Clown had found a way to make robots look human, sound human and even feel human. They almost seem human, except, they didn't have feelings. They have emotions, but not feelings. You can bash them, kick them, or "rape" (though you can't actually call it that since they're programmed to be consensual) them all you want, but they'll still smile at you like nothing's wrong.

Bored out of your wits? Home alone with no friends or family to amuse you? Then we've got just the thing for you! Zoro read on, his interest piquing for the first time in days.

Click here to order your own personal toy for just $499! Choose your perfect match, your perfect maid or butler or even your perfect little love-toy. Free shipment to your doorstep! Buy now!

"So this is the PMD thing that Johnny's been talking about," Zoro scrolled through the pictures of men, women and children of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Scrolling through the very bottom of the page, he noticed a big red exclamation mark beside the picture of an attractive looking blond man whose face was half covered by a curtain of hair. Curious, he clicked the man's picture and was redirected to his profile.

Item No. 0302

Name: Sanji

Age: 19

Height: 177cm

Weight: 160lbs

Excels in cooking and is makes an excellent bodyguard. His kicks are extremely powerful so be careful as to where you aim them.

! Warning! For unknown reasons, this certain PMD was reported to have a foul mouth, bad temper and may become extremely violent at times. But recent and frequent tests have shown that it is none less perfect than other PMDs and is even in tip top condition. Price has been less 50%, but the company will not shoulder any hospital expenses.

Order at your own risk.

Highly amused by the description, he clicked "order" without even thinking it over whether or not he even had space for the PMD. The site verified and tracked down his IP address and home address and confirmed his purchase with a "ka-ching" sound. "Ah well, what the heck. It can sleep on the floor for all I care. It's not really alive anyway…"

Glancing at the time he noticed it was already past midnight and he haven't even eaten lunch yet. Not that he wakes up before lunch anyway. A man needs to rest more to heal fast after all, or something along those lines. Grabbing a pot, he filled it half way with water and set it to boil. He looked through his near empty shelves, rummaging for any edible substance till he found a lone pack of instant ramen on the back of the topmost shelf. Standing on tip toes, he reached for the pack, opened it with ease and dumped the contents, save the seasoning, into the pot of now boiling water.

He took a pair of chopsticks from the drawer by the sink and proceeded mixing the noodles. After a minute or two, he turned the fire off and added the seasoning and continued mixing. He then lifted the pot from the stove and set it down on the table with a clunk. He was about to sit down and enjoy his meal when someone knocked on his door.

Groaning, he placed his chopsticks down beside the pot and answered the door. "Hey don't you know what time it is?" His eyes met blue piercing ones. He was so close to the person who knocked on his door at two in the morning that he could feel the other person breathing. Surprised, he jumped back a bit and gave the person a once over. "Who the hell are you?"

"You're Roronoa Zoro?"

"Yeah, what about it? I asked who the fuck are you?" Zoro almost didn't see that kick coming. He brought his arm up to parry the blow and threw a punch at the man who dodged it with inhuman flexibility, slightly bending backwards while still keeping a straight posture.

"Wow, really, so my new master's a fucktard but hey you're pretty strong to be able to have met my foot without breaking a bone so I guess I'm not complaining," the blond man shrugged and let himself in, kicking the door close with his foot. He took a peek into the kitchen and grimaced. "Ugh, don't you clean up here? And what the hell's that supposed to be?"

"It's food you dumbass. Why would I bother cleaning the kitchen anyway? I barely use it," Zoro shrugged, confused by the fact that he was talking at ease to a random blond stranger that had just entered his home. "So who are you? What are you doing here? And how the heck do you know my name?"

"Mmm…" The blonde took off his coat and tossed on the floor and started taking off his shirt. "Well, you're pretty slow. Can't you take a hint?"

"O-Oi! What are you doing?" Zoro took a step back as an amazingly sexy half naked blond slowly approached him, taking his sweet time to unbuckle his belt and slip it off his waist.

"So yeah, nice to meet you master," the man pushed Zoro against the wall as he undid the button of his pants, giving Zoro a sneak peek of what blonde curls lie underneath whatever remaining clothing the blonde had.

"M-master? What—?"

"Name's Sanji," the blonde said, pulling Zoro's shirt that the man's lips was practically inches away from his own. "Your personal toy."