Yay, can't wait to write the rest of this book. I'm having so much funwriting the Reader's personality.

But not to forget the cover of this book was created by puffypuffy_otaku

The boat rocked as the bow touched the surface of land. Mihawk took in a deep breath, opening his eyes of gold surveying his surroundings to find the island of gloom hasn't changed a bit since he had left. "We're home," Mihawk commented as he grabbed his swords delicately by the handle and threw the weapon over to rest upon his shoulder. The warlord walked over historical debris of fallen homes and trees that towered above everything else in sight besides the mansion that poked above the trees but not all that much. This long walk was tiring but it was all just to make it to the mansion he called home located directly in the middle of an island that goes by the name of Kuraigana. Or best known as Gloomy Island.

That's weird...

Mihawk came to a stop, his golden eyes surveyed the surroundings. Mihawk furrowed his brow. "What's weird?" He felt obligated to ask.

The baboons haven't shown themselves.

Baboons. Primates that inhabited Gloomy Island long before Mihawk had ever set foot upon this island of rubble. Their existence were a bit troublesome on everyone besides their own kind, mimicking everything they see with great expertise. Mihawk couldn't quite come to a conclusion, their existence had completely slipped his mind. "Indeed you are correct," Mihawk agreed at last.

They're scared to death of you. But they don't ignore you... I wonder why we haven't seen them.

"As do I," Mihawk turned the other cheek, picking up his pace to a rushed walk. Knowing the baboons, the primates could be plotting something he didn't want to be caught up within. Afterall he just wants to get home and settle down.

"Zoro don't die!!!"

"If you seriously don't want me to die then help me out!!!"

Two separate voices, a high pitched female, and a deep voiced male who's voice sounded all so familiar echoed within the atmosphere for miles. Mihawk had to assume the calls of distress could be heard for miles on end.

Roronoa Zoro is here? Well that explains why the baboons aren't.

"Zoro," Mihawk pinched his brow with great irritation to the situation to come. Having to save his rival after sparing his life once before.

Quit standing there! He'll die if we don't help him.

"Coming from the girl who just came back from war."

Have you forgotten that I have no other choice but to follow you around?

"I gave you a choice (Y/n)," Mihawk groaned heavily disliking this escalating argument.

I can't leave you hanging... Just help me out this once. I'd save Zoro and that girl myself but you know for a fact that I don't carry my sword on hand anymore.

"Fine," Mihawk groaned letting his sword drop to his side. "Only because they're on the way back home."

Thank you...

His pace sped up to one of a mid jog, not so much faster than his previous pace. Mihawk was still very reluctant on saving a past opponent but all at the same time felt obligated into doing so since it was what you wanted most. You would complain on Mihawk's pace, Zoro and that other girl with him could die before he could even reach them. But at least he's going out of his way to save them, and that's good enough for you. Mihawk always pulls through.

You both weaved through rumble and trees, till the warlord of the sea came to a halt at the edge of a clearing. A clearing that remained elevated as the perfect observation area with a view of a battlefield. A battlefield of baboons and almost nothing more. The primates were unloading attack after attack upon the man that both you and Mihawk have fought in the past and remembered as if the fight had taken place the day before. You were the one that dealt the final blow in that battle, a permanent scar that ran deep had now remained upon the swordsman's chest. You detected your mark through loosely wound bandages that hung off his skin that did no help towards his wounds.

Everything came to a standstill once a man standing tall, his head held high and wielding the weapon he cherished more than his own life. The baboons stood down, backing away slowly, an occasional few dropped their weapons to the ground. "Mihawk?" Roronoa Zoro asked through a wince of pain, collapsing upon the ground from exhaustion and pain doing a number together upon his body.

"Come Roronoa," Mihawk motioned his head in his direction towards the mansion. "The baboons won't dare to come near the mansion. You both will be safe there," you had completely forgotten about the girl with pink hair and flashy clothing floating above all and everything else. Not a pretty girl you had to admit.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" The levitating girl flew towards the mansion not so far away.

Mihawk took a few more steps forward, just to stop again seeing as to how Zoro hasn't made an attempt to get back to his own two feet. "Roronoa," Mihawk raised his voice.

"S-sorry... I-I can't move," Zoro struggled and struggled, but alas he was taking on too much pain that it was blocking his senses. He remained motionless face down upon the ground.

"Help him (Y/n)," Mihawk didn't waste any time to throw you into the mix.

Gladly.

Zoro flinched for he heard the voice of a woman that wasn't even present. Or so he thought... Mihawk's sword of black lit up with blinding light from the tip of the blade to the end of the bandaged handle. The sword had shrinked in size within his grip to a ball of light that moved away from Mihawk as he let go. The light increased in size until it was the size and shape of a human. A human with curves any man could recognize as a woman's body. The light dissolved into color, revealing a woman with familiar eyes of golden that could kill with just a simple glance.

"What the hell..." Zoro spoke with an airy whisper.

"Long time Roronoa," you grinned kneeling down before the swordsman, running your delicate hands over a select few of his wounds. Some were deep, others so shallow they were to disappear within the day. Zoro's body yearned for rest, bearing what looked to be lifetime worth of pain and suffering all at once. "Your body has been through... A lot." It's a miracle you're not dead...

Zoro gritted his teeth, biting his lip every so often to stifle any noises that came from your mindless prodding. Life had really caught up with him, you had to leave a mental note to ask him about these injuries later on when the time was right. No way the baboons had a share in this ring of suffering. "How... How are you human?" Zoro asked rather than commenting back on his condition with his head hung, unable to lift it no matter how hard he'd try.

He's trying to get his mind off of the real subject...

"Forget that for the time being," you pulled one of Zoro's arms over your shoulder, hearing the swordsman hiss as pain ripped throughout his body for it stung and made him cripple under the pressure. "I'll treat you in the mansion, but you need to help me out a bit too," you frowned hearing the soft snores of the man strapped to your back. No doubt Zoro must've passed out.

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"Well... I took care of him," you huffed flopping down into your seat on the opposite side of a small table that separated yours from Mihawk's. You rested with tired eyes that came to a close while fingers massage your temples. A headache made your brain throb against your skull, Mihawk had never seen you as worn down as you were. It was a miracle you haven't dropped dead into a deep slumber.

"All you had to do was take him to a room," Mihawk griped with a low sigh, lowering his newspaper to rest upon his lap and delivering a well deserved glare in your direction.

You growled kicking the man in the knee. "Must you be so rude?" You exchanged a glare back at him in return. "I never even told you that I treated Zoro's wounds..." You massage your temples again to soften your headache. "He needed better medical attention than what that ghost girl offered."

"He's an uninvited guest," Mihawk rose his voice.

"There's two paw print impressions in the forest," you point out, the piece of information was crucial. Mihawk knew very well what the paw print meant. "That meant Perona and Zoro were sent here by force. You do realize that right?"

"Unfortunately..." Mihawk pieced everything together beforehand.

"So give me and Zoro a break. The sooner he heals the sooner he'll be out of your hair."

"Understood," Mihawk finally grasped onto the fact Zoro and Perona were here to stay, even if it meant for a short while. The Warlord enjoyed his peace and quiet almost more than anything else there ever came to be. He was already reluctant as it was to live with a member of the family, absolute refusal was the reasoning behind the lack of personal in his mansion.

"Sometimes I wonder how we live together," you yawned resting one leg over the other.

"Don't say something so crude to your father," Mihawk sat forward and stares you down. At that moment you knew, you had chosen the wrong words to say. Mihawk took note of your sullen feature, leaning back within his seat, and sighs. "There isn't a moment I don't put you before my own self."

"Oh..." You knew your father had a heart of gold, but not so much as this. "So you're taking in Zoro and Perona because I want them to stay?" You playfully teased loving how delightfully annoyed your father had became regretting even saying a word about the subject.

SLAM!

Your head snapped to the crashing of the doors that echoed across the mansion. Zoro stood holding one of the doors open, resting upon it, heaving with exhaustion and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead once again with his head hung low.

"Are you kidding me..." You growled feeling a vein throb against your forehead. "I just put you in bed."

"Forget that," Zoro snapped without thinking twice.

"Giving me attitude will get you nowhere! I could've left you to die out there!" You stood up from your seat pointing towards an open window, taking great offense to your lack of respect. Mihawk held out his arm to signify that you should back down. In which he was indeed correct to do so.

"(Y/n) is correct Roronoa," Mihawk spoke up in your place. "You should be in bed resting. Your state is atrocious."

Zoro ignored Mihawk's words of wisdom, stumbling forward upon his own two feet until he took a bow at both yours and Mihawk's feet with his head pressed to the ground and arms outstretched before him. "Please train me Hawkeye," Zoro begged. You didn't take Zoro as a man to beg to say the least.

"Where did that come from?" You muttered under your breath.

"I need to become stronger for my Captain... I want to become the best swordsman there is..."

"You have some nerve to ask me Roronoa," Mihawk took Zoro's words as dishonorable. "We're enemies, how disgusting."

"And you wonder why I'm not respectful," you comment towards your elder who couldn't disagree in the slightest but wished you wouldn't take part in this conversation.

"Learn your place (Y/n)," Mihawk growled. "This only pertains to me and Roronoa."

"Keep talking to me like that... You can find yourself a new sword."

"It's the truth though," anger radiates from Mihawk, growing in intensity second by second.

"You could've chosen your words more wisely," Zoro joined in, his eyes never left your form. "Who is she anyways?" Your heart jumped, touched that Zoro had taken your side despite how wrong you were proven to be.

"She's my daughter," Mihawk answered with distaste unhappy with such a question.

"Last time I checked she was a sword... Unless I was hallucinating," Zoro was still hung up on your transformation from weapon to human. With the world as it is, such a magical being shouldn't be that surprising to come across. The fact that he hasn't seen a being such as you was what got to him.

"Listen," you couldn't help but to hesitate. You were no stranger to a good deed, but this, you were too trusting of Zoro where you both stood as rivals. "I am a sword, and you aren't wrong. But what I am or am not isn't important right now... Now answer my question," you stomped over to Zoro, tilting up his chin and staring at the swordsman dead in the eye. "Why? Why should we train you Zoro?"

"My Captain... Luffy... He separated the crew and doesn't expected us back for another two years. I want you or your father to train me to become the best swordsman there is during this time," Zoro spoke through squished cheeks not once attempting to swat your hands away. More it was as if he couldn't care less. Your lips arched into a mild smirk, taking your hand from his face.

"Nevermind Dad," you snickered to your own delight. Zoro's features sunk in response. "Zoro is just an uninvited house guest."

"What the-" Zoro muttered furrowing his brow. "You were an angel just a second ago!" The swordsman barked, crawling forward to sit at your feet.

"I can't help but agree with my father on this one Zoro," you lifted your leg, pressing your foot to his chest to create more of a distance, showing who ran the show around here. "You are our rival. We work for the World Government. You are a pirate. Ever since I was ten years old, I chose to be Mihawk's sword and will make sure he remains in the top spot," you leaned forward, applying more pressure to Zoro's chest having the man flinch, falling backwards to be pinned down under your boot. "Why don't you go bother Shanks? He loves your Captain, I'm sure he'll help Luffy's first mate."

"Now that's cold!" Perona popped her head into the room... Literally. "I thought Mihawk was cold, but you're even worse than him!" Ghost girl Perona slipped her entire body into the room as if walls weren't an obstacle. She pointed her finger at you aggravated beyond her own belief, finger phasing right through your face. She wasn't in her human form, so you couldn't care less if she were touching you.

"It's called isolation sweetheart," you tut, crossing your arms. "I don't have friends, I just came from war, and I quite frankly don't want to help out an enemy," this time, Perona was backing away afraid of what you were capable of doing. "You two can stay until Zoro's injuries subside, until then, keep out of my hair..."

Zoro, Perona, and Mihawk watched as you took your foot from Zoro's bandaged chest and walked out of the room with your head held high. Your footsteps echoed within the corridor, slowly subsiding until your existence was nothing but a flash from the past. "She's... A piece of work," Zoro grumbled, rubbing his chest with one hand.

"Indeed," Mihawk bows his head with his eyes brought to a close. "She's my piece of work..."