A/N: I need your help!! But! You can read this story first. Enjoy.

In the large house there was a low rumble of a drunken old man. He sat by the fire holding a glass of wine and stroking his white beard. He chuckled swirling his wine. Unaware of the man in black lurking inside the house. The thin man climbed up onto the chandelier before pulling himself up into the rafters. He screwed on the silencer to his gun as he watched the old man. He smirked as he watched the man slowly start to pass out. He looked to his watch and mentally scolded himself.

'I'm going to be late.' He thought.

The glass shattered to the ground as he turned to the old man. He jumped down softly the old man snored as he fell asleep. The man slowly approached, his pale blue eyes watched the back of the man's head. Before he got to the man's chair. He pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. There was a muffled gunshot. The man watched blood drip down the man's forehead and onto his lap.

"I warned you." He shrugged.

He walked over to the bookshelf pulling a cookbook from the shelf. He grinned putting it in his backpack and then pulled it onto his back. He checked his watch once more and groaned.

"I'm going to be late!"

He bolted out of the house to the woods. Where he came to a bike, he pulled down his cloak hood and the veil over his nose. His blonde hair fell out as he stripped off his cloak and veil. He stuffed them in his bike bags along with his gun, gloves, and his backpack. He brushed off his suit before getting on his bike and driving down on the Main Street. Where he blended in with the crowd and headed down to a restaurant. He stepped inside where he looked at the time once more.

"Just in time." He sighed.

Not too far away. Another was struggling with the same situation. He snuck through this castle like home. He stuck to the beams slowly walking across them noticing the few guards. As he got to be in the middle of the them he dropped down a smoke bomb. They coughed as he jumped down slitting all of their throats before climbing back up onto the beams. He crouched down watching the smoke clear and the guards bleed out onto the tile floor. He dashed down the beams to a large door. Before he jumped down a few guards bolted into the room. He grumbled as they readied their swords. But the assassin was quicker. He jumped down and snuck into the room shutting and locking the door. He then turned to the rich young man sitting on the throne.

"So. This is how it ends does it?" He asked.

"Unfortunately." The man spoke.

The man looked to the clock on the wall and clicked his tongue. He turned back to the royal man holding a gun. The assassin readied his sword as gunfire broke out in the room. The swordsmen cut away the light in the room making it dark. The rich guy got up and searched the room. Not seeing the man anywhere. Until a hand gripped his chin and held it up high. And a blade was pressed to his neck.

"Any last words?" He asked.

"Who sent you?"

"The man who bares the eyes of liquid gold."

Then he slit his throat open. He let go watching the man gasp and bleed out onto the floor. He knelt down wiping the blood off his blade on his clothes and sheathed it before hopping out the window. His cloak fanned out as he fell down onto a car and it started up before speeding off. They left the mansion as the swordsmen shrugged off his cloak revealing his one good eye and his fresh and wild green hair. He grumbled to the slight blood stain on his button up shirt.

"He's gonna kill me." He grumbled.

He perked up rummaging in his pocket and pulled out a gold ring, he sipped it onto his hand as the driver stopped before a restaurant. He left the car before heading inside. But he stopped clutching onto the door handle.

"You're late."

He turned to a blonde swirling his wine glass sitting at an outdoor table. The green haired man sighed approaching the table and sat down before his husband Sanji. Both. Unaware what the other does. Sanji's cover up job is a cook while Zoro is a police officer. Which is a lie.

"What happened to your car?" Sanji asked.

"It's in the shop. So I had someone drop me off." Zoro shrugged.

Sanji sighed holding out his hand. Zoro took it as the blonde brought his hand up to his lips kissing his knuckle.

"I'm just glad your safe." Sanji sighed.

Zoro chuckled, taking Sanji's hand and placed it to his cheek, "You're my reminder, I have someone at home waiting for me."

Sanji blushed as Zoro kissed the palm of his hand. They chatted about there day before eating and then leaving on Sanji's bike back to there little home. Where everyday Sanji's back was pressed to the inside of the door. Shutting it closed for their intimacy that would commence within moments. The following morning Sanji would wake up and look over to Zoro. He would kiss him softly before getting up and changing into a white button up and some black jeans. Then he would leave. Going to an abandoned restaurant. He went into the ally carrying the book he stole from the previous night.

He knocked on the door three times as a hole in the door opened. Sanji looked up to the glaring eyes. Then the door opened. He walked inside slowly sliding off his wedding ring and into his pocket. His steps echoed as he walked into the office of the man himself. He pushed open the door where Zeff sat with his feet propped up on the desk. Sanji tossed the book onto the desk as the older man grinned.

"That a boy." He grinned.

Sanji smirked crossing his arms, "I know, I'm pretty good."

"You have a new target."

Sanji perked up as Zeff tossed him a file. He sighed expecting to find another old man to kill. Since they ran the Baraite out of business stealing the recipes from the books here. But. When Sanji opened the file. He gasped dropping it and covered his mouth looking down to the folder. Zeff furrowing to his reaction.

"Do we have a problem?" Zeff asked.

He glanced back to Zeff removing his hands, "no."

"Good, I expect to see his death on the news tomorrow."

Zoro grumbled walking down into an abandoned subway station. He yawned rubbing his eyes as he headed into an old subway cart. Mihawk sat with his arms crossed with a new file on his desk.

"I'm proud of you." He said.

Zoro chuckled, "It's just another under my belt."

Mihawk pushed the new file to the end of his desk, "Now here's a challenge."

Zoro picked up the folder before he opened it Mihawk sat back on his chair.

"We need to take out this other assassin family. Just a family of rundown cooks out for revenge. I know you can take care of the job."

Mihawk smirked before turning around in his chair, Zoro rolled his one good eye and opened the folder. Which soon widened and it fell to the floor. Mihawk turned to Zoro who was in shock and surprise. Mihawk cocked a brow to this.

"Something the matter Roronoa?" Mihawk asked.

Zoro looked up to Mihawk, "N-No. It's fine."

He picked up the folder and headed home.

Sanji sat on the couch, he clutched onto the folder with tears in his eyes. His heart was breaking and things were getting worse. Sanji had to kill his husband, or he would be shamed upon by his family. The door busted open as Sanji turned to Zoro.

"Tell me it's not true." Zoro said.

Sanji sniffled, "It's true."

Zoro slammed the door shut and approached him. He knelt before Sanji and embraced his stomach. Sanji cried hugging Zoro's head. Wishing and hoping there was a way out of this. But as Zoro pulled away with tears welling up in his eye. He cupped Sanji's face they kissed roughly before Zoro pulled back.

"I have an idea." He said.

"Okay?"

Sanji pressed his gun to Zoro's temple. While the tip of Zoro's blade was pressed to the underside of Sanji's chin. Both attacks would kill the other instantly and painlessly. Sanji's eyes watered.

"After we do this, it will be over right?" Sanji asked.

"Of course."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"On three?"

Zoro nodded.

"One." Sanji gulped.

"Two." Zoro said.

"Three"

Gunfire broke out in the house.

The rain poured down on the grass. Many people in black surrounded the graves. Mr. & Mr. Roronoa had committed a double suicide. And now they lied going into the ground being buried side by side. Zeff and Mihawk glared at each other before looking to their sons being covered in freshly covered dirt. But as the funeral was over. Zeff stopped Mihawk as he was looking off in the distance. Mihawk turned to the two figures dressed in black standing by a tree holding an umbrella. Zeff chuckled, as Mihawk sighed.

"So. Shall be get going, Mr. Bushido?"

He turned to the blonde and smirked, "After you, Mr. Prince."

I don't make sad stories. Often. But anyway I need your help. I'm taking a vote for crackship Sunday.
Lawsan, Ginsan, or Acesan. I want to do one with Sanji. So, pick your poison ladies and gentlemen.