Title: Compatibility.

One Piece

Pairing(s): ZoSan; ZoSopp in later chapters.

Summary: AU. Zoro and Sanji part ways after two years. As Sanji moves on with a woman at his side, Zoro struggles to keep his life together and find someone who's solely interested in him.

Author's Notes: I'll try to make the chapters longer, but I don't really do too well with longer chapters.


Prologue: Break Up.


"YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK, SHIT-COOK!"

"FUCKING MOSSHEAD! I'M ALREADY GONE!"

Slam.

Breathing heavily, the 21-year old kendo teacher locked the door behind the blond, obviously not caring about the crass language he spouted as he headed down the hall Taking in a few deep breaths, he growled lowly and stormed to the single room, intent on putting his things outside. They were so damned through as far as he was concerned! Thank God he had gotten the knob and locks changed on few days ago; Sanji didn't have a key, of course. This was just great! He was without a roommate again and now a shitty lover as well!

Why couldn't he just fucking commit?

"Fuck him," he growled, unlocking the door to their—now only his—room. Stepping inside, he removed all of the blond's bags, opening each one and began the task of putting his things inside slowly, scowling darkly. Despite him being angry as hell at the cook, he still cared about him. Besides, some of his shit was really expensive, and Zoro didn't want to spend any of his well earned money paying for anything of his that he had messed up in his rage.

It took a few hours, but he finally got it done and carried the four bags out the door into the hallway where he sat them down, slamming the door behind himself.

If he wanted someone else—if he wanted a woman—he might as well fucking stay with her!

The bastard would be home in a couple minutes anyway.

Heading towards the couch, he picked up the newspaper laying innocently on the coffee table and began to scan the paper for potential roommates. Maybe he could put an ad in. Sure, he could afford the place by himself, but he really wanted another roommate so he could forget about the blond completely. He didn't need a scumbag, heart eyed woman-drooling, bull's eye brow cook who wasn't half bad in bed, but sprung for both sexes...just like he had thought he would! He shouldn't have listened to the blond's bullshit when he said he was done with woman. He was probably seeing whoever she was on the side!

Goddamn him!

"OH? SO YOU'RE PUTTING MY SHIT OUT YOU SHITTY SWORDSMAN?"

"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT!" he hollered back, tensing lightly. "I HOPE SHE'S A GOOD LAY! HAVE A FUCKING KID OR TWO WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!"

"LET ME IN THE GODDAMN APARTMENT!"

"FUCK YOU!"

There was only silence after that.

Huffing lightly, he stood only to jump slightly when a loud kick slammed into the door.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO KICK THE DAMN DOOR IN?"

"I SAID LET ME IN YOU MOSS HAIRED ASSHOLE!"

Rolling his eyes, Zoro was sure that someone would have called the cops by now and headed towards the back to rearrange his room. He finally had just room to himself again. Well, he'd have it to himself until he found a new bed mate—one he wouldn't hesitate to kick out if they touched him perversely. Unless he was cute and made him feel like that shitty cook used to.

They were old news now.