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Title: Moonlit Rendezvous
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 625 (not eligible to win)
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Topic: Vigilantism
Author's Notes: I know it's too long to enter in this week's contest, but it was originally supposed to be an entry and when I realised that the dialogue alone was too long (and I wasn't willing to cut it) I sort of gave up on the word count and let it flow. Also obviously inspired by

sybile 's amazing new works The Gentleman Samurai and the Cook Fatale.
Edit: Now comes with a sequel!
For the record a quellazaire is just a fancy name for a cigarette holder. ^^

The theives were gone. They'd gotten away with their prize.

The Gentleman Samurai sighed, reaching for his Den Den Mushi to phone back to base. He'd been too late to catch them.

The museum around him was deserted, moonlight streaming in through the glass ceiling and refracting off the shards of broken glass that littered the ground. It was silent, eerily so, but as he fiddled with the snail he could hear something; the measured clicks of high heels, coming towards him.

He looked upwards, and his nose caught the smell of perfume and smoke at the same time a form appeared on the upper level balcony, draping itself across the railing. The moonlight flowed off the creature, making it ethereal, and as he examined the form he quickly recognised the man before him; his rival and often temptation, the deadly Cook Fatale.

Even from below he could see the tight cut of the man's clothing, could feel the sheer sex that the criminal oozed from his skin. The strange combination of delicacy and power that the blond exuded was distracting and he could feel himself becoming- intrigued, but he forced the sensation down, focussed on the matter at hand.

“Well, well, if it isn't the baka-marimo,” the man exclaimed condescendingly, drawing a breath on his quellezaire. The sultry tenor played lazily on his lips, and his eye was half-lidded as he examined the scene below him. “As much a careless brute as always I see.”

Zoro's eye narrowed and replaced his Den Den Mushi, stepping forwards- one level below, towards the criminal. He shouldn't have been surprised at the blond's appearance really, not with all of the man's underworld connections.

“Of course, shitty-cook. I should have known you'd be in on this deal.” His voice was cold. He tipped his top hat back, examining from his new position his options for pursuit if this became a chase.

The criminal gave a gasp, his hand reaching up to touch his chest as he gave a wounded expression to the swordsman.

“Why Samurai! I'm hurt. And here I was going to give you a clue about your thieves.”

His taunting did nothing to change the stone in the superhero's eye, and he gave a condescending sigh, leaning down further to rest his head on one hand as he looked down at the man. Zoro refused the bait.

“I have no use for games shitty-eyebrow.” The hero replied, voice strong and unwavering. Inwardly he cursed the man, wondering at the gods that gave him that face and that body, questioning why they would want to torment him so.

The criminal 'hmmed' in disappointment and rose, stretching languidly before he walked away, heels echoing in the quiet building.

“Just as well, I suppose.” He stopped to take a drag from his quellezaire, back turned to the Gentleman as he spoke. “With your sense of direction, the only way an idiot like you would find their hideout would be with me as your escort.”

Zoro felt his stomach- or something lower, jump at the man's suggestion, while visibly he only prickled at the criminal's jab over his navigational skills.

The blond had stopped below the hole in the glass ceiling, glancing back over his shoulder one last time at the other man.

“But you'd have to catch me first, and I assure you, I'm not easy.” With the superhuman leg strength and grace Cook was known for the man propelled himself out through the broken window and Zoro saw him take off at a run.

There was a split second before Zoro followed, swearing under his breath and promising himself that he would catch the lithe blond. For the robbery information.