High School Woes

How about an all encompassing High School story?

Hmm... wonderful.

It's slightly AU. As it kinda changes what happened to younger versions of the Straw Hat Crew.

Yeah, I said younger. Sanji is about 15, Zoro is 15, Luffy is 13.

So just a little heads up. But they won't actually do anything uber sexual until they're the same ages as they are in the anime. Just some kissing, serious groping.

Okay, since this is a High School story, I need High School students. I will take suggestions on who to put in the story, as this is planned to be mainly Sanji/ Zoro or Luffy. Any other anime, game or movie character suggestions will be seriously considered, although O.Cs will be rejected.

Do not own the following characters.

One Piece

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“Saannnnnnj-eeeeeeeee” Came the whimpered moan. The dimly lit closet was getting hotter and hotter. Sanji smirked around the nipple he held in his mouth. The moans and groans from the person underneath him satisfied him to no end. He snaked his thin hands down the firm, toned torso and the impatient hips of the one below him surged up into his, causing lovely teasing friction. Sanji hissed and dug his nails into the tanned skin of the others stomach, sending a clear message not to do it again.

Sanji lifted his head from the others chest and looked up at the figure below him.

“Now now Mr. Swordsman,” Sanji said as he gazed at the bigger man with heavily lidded bedroom eyes. He shifted and licked along the other man’s throat and moved his lips to the other’s ear. “Patience, is a virtue.” He said as he breathed heavily and moved his long slender legs to straddle the bigger man. The Man grunted and took hold of Sanji’s thin hips, flipping them over roughly and tugging at Sanji’s pants.

Just as the black dress pants slid past Sanji’s hips, Chef Zeff kicked the door in with his peg leg.

“Oi…” Zeff said as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Sanji threw himself down on the hastily made futon and stuck out his lips in a pout that would melt an iceberg.

“OI!” Zeff said again as he realized what he’d just walked in on. “EGGPLANT!!” The Man that was on top of Sanji let go of Sanji’s pants and jumped up as if he was electrocuted. Zeff kicked the Man, he hit the wall and slid to the ground unconscious. Sanji lay there, his pants open and his pout still in place. Zeff wasted no time in kicking Sanji in the head, propelling the teen.

Pain blossomed across Sanji’s brow, and more as he hit the wall and bounced harshly to the floor. Sanji rolled onto his stomach and held his head, knees coming up to his stomach.

“What the hell is wrong with you Sanji!?” Zeff yelled as he picked up the blonde teen by his mop top hair. Sanji’s face scowled in pain.

Sanji grunted and grabbed Zeff’s hands in his hair, looking the older cook dead in the eye with his own.

“Just having a little fun.” He said as he smirked. Zeff growled and Sanji winced as he prepared himself to get kicked again. Instead, Zeff’s expression turned solemn as he put Sanji down, letting go of the teen’s hair. Turning around and limping out of the room, Zeff stopped and put a hand on the doorway.

“Pack your things Sanji.” Zeff turned to look back at the blonde teen. “You’re leaving here.” He turned back around and clomped out into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him.

Sanji’s heart stopped in his chest. Literally stopped. His breathing too, stopped. Leave? No. He couldn't leave. The Baratie was home. His family was here. He couldn't leave, he couldn't. A cold gripping fear creeped it's way into his chest cavity and squeezed his heart. The look on Old Geezer's face, the words... the anger. No, he couldn't hve meant it, Sanji had done much worse things, and he didn't get kicked out.

His chest ached as it called for air, and Sanji fell to his knees. Dropping his face into his hands he thought slowly. Well, he tried to think, but all that was running through his head, was ‘Leaving here, leaving here, leaving here.’

“No.” Sanji wheezed out and breathed in deeply. His head snapped up and he leaped to his feet. Moving quickly, the young cook threw open the door and ran down the hallway, itching in his throat and behind his eyelids went ignored as his bare feet slapped harshly against the wood paneling of the Floating Resturant Baratie. Sanji ran through the corridors of the sleeping dorms, confusing several fighting chefs and knocking over one of them. He turned a corner and opened a door, stepping into the room as he fought to catch his breath. But once again his breath was stolen from him as a bag sat on his hammock, a bag full of all his clothes and posessions. Zeff stood in front of the bed and placed one last white collared shirt in to the ruck sack and pulled the draw string closed.

"I don't know what to do anymore boy." Zeff said without turning around. "If you continue on the path you've chosen you'll only find a dead end." Zeff turned to Sanji and Sanji saw the hurt in the Old Geezer's eyes. "And I don't want that to happen to you, you Underdone Eggplant." Zeff handed Sanji a white dress shirt, blue tie, socks, and a black blazer. Zeff took Sanji's bag and walked out of the room. Sanji threw the clothes onto the floor and grabbed the Old Man's white apron.

"No!" The teen said as hot salty tears slid down his face. His nose started to run and he sobbed as he pulled at Zeff's apron. "I don't want to leave, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." He said as he lowered his head and fell to his knees on the carpeted floor of the ship. The tight constricting feeling in his chest increasing as he could feel Zeff pulling his apron out of the young cook's hands. "I just wanted to piss you off Crap Geezer, I didn't want-"

"It doesn't matter Crap Kid!" Zeff shouted as he yanked the apron out of the boy's hands. "You're 15 now Sanji, I know you'll do it again, I know you'll do alot of things from now on in." Zeff said as he looped his arm under Sanji's and pulled him to his feet. "And I want you to know how to deal with these... things." Zeff said as Sanji sniffled and bent down to pick up the shirt and pull it on. The tears from the blonde boy soaking through the shirt as he pulled it over his head.

"Please don't send me away." Sanji whispered as he buttoned up the collar on the shirt, eyes downcast.

"I'm not sending you away Crap Kid, I can never do that." Zeff said as he planted a hand on Sanji's mop top hair. "This is your home, it always will be." The pressure on Sanji's chest lessened a little as he looked back up at Chef Zeff. "You can come back after you've done a year or two."

Sanji's eyes widened again. The pressure increased again. "Where are you sending me?" He asked in a dead panned voice.

"Mainland."

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More to come!

Review plz. First story... nervous and all.