Okay so this is the first chapter of my new fanfic and there will be ZoSan :3 Events occur in the real world, I can't tell how this story will develop since I am writing along with the mood! :D I would be more than happy to receive ideas from those who read this fic :3 If you are familiar with my another real world fanfic, "Strawhat's police station", you might notice some similarities but don't pay attention to them, right? :3 I think I will publish a new chapter at least every second week, maybe even more often if I get inspired! :3

And as always, reviews/follows/favorites are appreciated and they are also the best way to support my work! :D

One Piece belongs to the great Eichiroo Oda-sama but the idea of the fanfic is mine! :3

Something written like this are thoughts of some specific person :)

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It was late afternoon and the dressing room had fell silent when a certain, green-haired man stepped in and removed his sweaty t-shirt. Sweat drops were glistening on his skin and his hair was stuck against his head but the green hair of his stole all the attention from his well-trained muscles and made the contrast look almost ridiculous.

Roronoa Zoro taught self-defense and kendo in a private school of Dracule Mihawk. His students were mostly women who wanted to feel more secure while walking down the streets alone in the middle of the night and boys who wanted to learn how to fight.

The work was mostly fine but also exhausting. Everyday after work all he could do was go to sleep until he had to wake up again. Well, it was pretty unusual for a grown-up man to sleep more than ten hours a day but it didn't seem to bother the man with the weird sleeping habit.

"You do surprise me, Roronoa," he heard a familiar voice and shut down the shower. "You teach self-defense yet you forget to lock the doors after you when you go to shower."

"Shut up Mihawk," Zoro hissed while covering himself with his green coloured towel. "It's not like it would be easy to attack me of all the people, right?" he reasoned and Mihawk smirked slightly but returned back to his usual, serious facial impression.

"The day is over, pick up your stuff and lock the doors when you leave," Mihawk ordered coldly and left the room.

Zoro didn't exactly hate his boss. Mihawk was a real professional and he had really professional approach to his work. He admired the older man really much but sometimes the man was just too cold by the nature. But still, he knew how to do his work and he did it perfectly on the boot.

The green-haired man started to dress up slowly and when finished, he sat down on a chair and sighed deeply. He felt somehow bored with his life: arriving to work every morning at ten o'clock in the morning, doing his work and returning to his apartment after six o'clock, barely taking a bite of something eatable and going straight to bed. His life had no surprises, he had fallen victim to routines.

Oh how he missed to be young again.

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"EGGPLANT!" was a loud shout heard inside a certain restaurant, leaving the customers with confused expressions on their faces and while they tried to savour the taste of food earlier, now they were listening at the ruckus upstairs.. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT SHITTY HEAD OF YOURS?!"

"THAT'S WHAT I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU, SHITTY GEEZER!" another shout was heard. Then the noises ended but soon after loud crashed followed.

Blackleg Sanji was having another meaningless fight with his father, famous head-chef of the famous Baratie-restaurant, Redleg Zeff. It was nothing unusual for them to fight since they fought about almost anything possible - from small chance in the taste of their most ordered food to one spot of dirt on the kitchen floor.

"I told you to notice male customers too! There are not only women to be served there!" Zeff praised and Sanji mumbled something under his breath, probably cursing.

"Shut up, geezer!" Sanji hissed. "I do notice male customers too, I just don't pay any attention to them! And there are others who could take care of men!" Sanji tried to reason with his old man but received a hard kick on his head as an answer.

"Whatever, just get back to work if you want to keep your title!" Zeff said in a threatening tone and Sanji barged out of the room and shut the door with a hard slam. "DON'T BREAK THE DOOR, YOU IDIOT!" Zeff added, forgetting that usually he was the one to kick through the door and destroy it so that it could no longer be fixed.

Sanji continued his work in an instant, taking the next order and starting to cook. Patty and Carne, his assistants, were nowhere to be seen so Sanji expected them to be taking orders or taking an unauthorised break in the break-room.

"AND YOU TWO! DON'T TEST MY NERVES NOW BY STOPPING WORKING DURING OUR PEEK-HOURS!" Zeff raged and Sanji guessed that his latter guess had been right. "BACK TO THE KITCHEN THIS SECOND!"

Soon after, Pati and Carne fled to the kitchen by Zeff's kick and quickly rushed towards the ordering line to take their orders to prepare.

"Sanji, could you give us a hand here?!" Carne begged, at least almost. "The line if full of orders from your special menu! I can take over whatever you are preparing at the moment, please take your orders!"

"Roger that!" Sanji said with a slight grin on his face and gave the hot pan to Carne who vowed to take care of other orders with Pati.

Sanji's special menu was actually pretty famous. While some of the customers wanted to eat some regular food and there should be some normal food which children would eat almost for sure, Sanji's list was special, it was full with food made by his self-created recipes and it was perfect for those who wanted to try something new.

The blond chef was pretty confident about his own cooking skills even though the shitty geezer never praised his food - he only said what was wrong with the food.

The day was busy like any other day at Baratie's harbour restaurant. The place had a good location and it was known for its top-quality food so people, tourists and locals, fancied eating there. And unlike many other five-stars restaurants, the prizes were something even a commoner could afford.

"I am off," Sanji shouted when he was finished changing back to his casual clothing and heading out. Even though he lived in the uppstairs of the restaurant, he was out a lot, going for a dates with women and looking around for a cheap apartment on his own.

"After some women again, aren't you?" Pati teased and Sanji sticked out his tongue like a immature teenager.

"As if you have any luck with women, Pati," Sanji teased back and heard his colleague shouting something back at him but didn't hear the rest of what the man said.

The evening was calm, chilly night with lots of people out. Well, of course there would be since it was Friday evening and most people wanted to relax after stressful week at work by going out and enjoying themselves. The streets near the bars were already flooded when Sanji arrived there and looked around for a fitting company.

He saw a small group of three women near the entrance of his favourite bar, Shakky's Rip-Off bar. They were all stunning in their own ways and Sanji saw his chance to approach them.

"Excuse me ladies but would you like to go with me for a drink?" Sanji suggested, bowing his head slightly like a gentleman.

"Oh my, that would be lovely!" one of them cheered, earning gazes from the other two.

"Then it's my treat," Sanji vowed and the looks on the other women's faces brightened also while they headed inside the small bar.

"Ah, Sanji-chan, welcome," Shakky greeted the familiar face. "Regular for you and what would you ladies want?" she inquired as if it would be a norm that the man brought women with him and offered to pay for their drinks.

The group of four sat down around an empty table and took sips of their drinks before starting to chat.

"My name is Amanda," one of them, the one who had taken the offer cheerfully, introduced herself. "I work as a waitress," he added to tell some basic information about herself.

"I am Jenny and she is Grace, we both work in that big shopping centre near the Grand Line," the brown-haired woman introduced herself and pointed at the quiet woman next to her. "Don't mind her, she can't speak," she added with a slighty bullying tone but Sanji paid no attention to it.

"My name is Sanji, I am the head-chef at Baratie," Sanji said while placing a gentle kiss on Grace's back of the hand, making the shy woman blush.

They chatted for a while before Sanji realised that the women were not what she was looking for as usual. Of course he liked all the ladies but none woman he had met had made his heart skip a beat or make him feel like "I want to know her better". Besides, two of these women, Amanda and Jenny, seemed to be only after money but Grace seemed like a kind woman.

"Sorry ladies, but I have to excuse myself," Sanji apologizes and Amanda gasped.

"At this early hour?!" she whined and bent over with a flirty expression on her face. It was a bit past two a.m. "Could you take me to my apartment so that I don't have to walk alone among all those scary men?"

Of course Sanji was not a man to let down a woman so he agreed to take all three women to their apartment ( all of them lived basically in the same apartment ) even though he knew that he would have to turn down their next request.

Sanji turned them down as politely as he could and left the three women with dumbfounded looks on their beautiful faces. It was a pity, but Sanji wasn't looking for one-night-stand, he was looking for true love among all the beautiful women on this planet.

While walking, the blond realised that Baratie was in the direction of one, dark street and he decided to take the shorter route even though the street had a bad reputation even among bad people.

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The green-haired self-defence teacher was walking along the streets were most of the people were drunk or close to being drunk. Well, Roronoa Zoro could not even dream of getting drunk with the regular drinks at the bars like other people - he would need lots more to drink and it had to be something pretty strong to make him even slightly drunk - something like sake would be perfect but it was hard to get around there.

Roronoa Zoro took a short cut which only few people apart from him would dare to take. It was a dangerous street with lots of drugs and violate people who fought anyone who bothered them.

So the man was not surprised to notice that the gangsters had surrounded someone this time around too and were clearly threatening the person trapped.

"This is our street, so you have to pay," one of the men spoke out. "even if it means that we have to take the payment by force and make you pay with... something else than money," the man added and grinned widely, staring at the surrounded figure with lusty eyes.

"Shut your traps," the surrounded man said, not sounding the least scared by the threats. "I am in a bad mood today so you should just let me go before I get seriously pissed off!"

"It was a man?" Zoro though by himself but decided to follow further and involve into the fight if needed.

"Eh~" the man voiced out with a flirty tone. "We might be able to relieve your stress," the man suggested and the closest one to their captive grabbed their captives hand and made the skinny man gasp.

Zoro was about to step in at that point but was surprised to realise that the surrounded person was not some average person when it came to fighting. He stared at the scene in disbelief, seeing the gangsters being sent flying by forceful kicks on their ugly faces. Their "captive" had a clear upper hand in the fight and when they realised it, they escaped with their tails between their legs.

"Serves you right!" the blond man hissed and patted some dust off his clearly expensive suit.

Zoro took his time to stare at the man in front of him even though it might seem a bit impolite. The man had blond hair which covered the left side of his face, weird eyebrows, skinny but apparently muscular body and firm look in his blue eyes.

But the blond man had also noticed the green-haired man who was staring at him without saying a word. Sanji found it rude so he didn't see any problem with being rude himself. Especially with a man.

"I didn't expect to see Marimo grow in these dark streets," Sanji noted and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Well I didn't expect to see some shitty princess throwing kicks on people either," Zoro stated voice full of sarcasm. "What are you doing here? These streets are dangerous," Zoro inquired even though he didn't know if the man was going to answer him. But he was eager to continue their small conversation, who knew why.

"Same goes for you," Sanji hissed and blowed his smoke slowly. "I just decided to take a short cut and I am fully capable of defending myself," Sanji answered the question even though he hadn't planned to.

"Yeah me too," Zoro admitted and Sanji could see firm muscles beneath his clothes.

There was a short silence before the green-haired man spoke out awkwardly, not full-aware of the fact why he even asked for something like what he was going to ask. "So, would you like to go for a drink?" he asked, making the blond almost suffocate to his own smoke.

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"This is unbelievable..." Sanji sighed.

"What is?" Zoro grumbled under his breath, taking a sip of his beer.

"I have never been asked out for a drink before by a man," Sanji admitted. "And the other man paying for me on the boot!"

"Shut up,it was my first time asking man out for a drink too!" Zoro ordered. "I just felt like it and I just got my wage from work," Zoro tried to explain his sudden action and rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"What's your job?" Sanji inquired, not sure if he was being rude to ask or not. "The name is Sanji, btw," he introduced himself quickly.

"I am a self-defence and kendo teacher," Zoro said confidently. "The name is Zoro," he added, copying Sanji's introduction. "How about you?"

"I work as a head-chef at Baratie," Sanji stated simply which earned an impressed whistle from the swordsman.

"That five-stars restaurant at the harbour? The restaurant on the ship?" Zoro specified and Sanji nodded. "I have heard about it and planned to visit it but never really gone there."

"Well you should," Sanji advised."The food is the best," Sanji added and Zoro felt slightly impressed.

"Maybe I will," Zoro stated quietly and they took few sips of their drinks in silence before continuing their chatting.

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Author's note:

Well? Was it good or not? :D I thought of making Zoro and Sanji meet up early so that you readers won't get bored with the story and waiting for them to meat each other :) I will give you some more "background information" in the later chapter thou so it won't be proceeding too fast even though the first chapter proceeded pretty fast :) Please let me know if you have any requests related to this fic, there will be proper mature content later on but I want to build up the tension first ;) And if you have some specific character in your mind from One Piece you would like to have in this fanfic, please let me know ( naturally all of the Strawhats are in his story in some ways 3 )