Eyes of a Hawk had won the double update through votes alone. Although I'd like to point out that somebody had pointed out that this book was still in it's early stages compared to Crimson Chivalry and deserves this double update.

The moon was whole, shimmering with a ghostly blue that illuminated the background of black. All day, the inhabitants of an island had been gathering from miles around to one town that was considered the capital of all things whole. One man however, he had eyes of gold that could kill upon first glance, he tread from the gathering towards the shoreline of the island small in size.

A man with hair as red as velvet stood upon the deck of his vessel overlooking the town as his ship slowed to set anchor within a moment's notice. He saw the man with golden eyes, he knew those eyes were none other than his rival's Dracule Mihawk. The man of red grinned in his presence, "what's up with the urgency Hawkeye?" Shanks stepped off his boat not so soon after docking, his long known rival had been waiting there for him. All this time, Shanks had thought their rivaling friendship were extremely one sided, but this just proved Mihawk returned said friendship.

Mihawk glanced at Shanks, just to turn his entire body away. "We'll talk about it on the way," Shanks heard pain laced within his voice of authority. Something was on his mind, Shanks knew it. It was something that was affecting him for the worst, and Shanks had a feeling he was about to get drawn into a mess against his liking.

"Where are we going then?" Shank hummed, trying to remain calm despite his concern.

"My home," Mihawk bluntly replied, not once looking back.

"That's a first," Shanks had chuckled. "What's up with the hospitality?"

"I have a daughter..." Mihawk began, Shanks never thought he'd heard such a claim come from Mihawk. "My wife passed away very recently. I need to talk matters out with you... In which I'm grateful you went out of your way to be here," Mihawk gladly explained with difficulty on his end all the while keeping much needed key information out of the question to keep his rival from becoming turned down right out of the gate.

Shanks smirked, "you need help raising the kid... Don't you?"

"Keep comments such as that to a minimum... This is serious," Mihawk snapped.

"Fine," Shanks eased up finally taking his previous words into mind. "What's wrong Hawkeyes? Are you just not fit to be a father or do you need extra hands with the passing of your wife?" Shanks threw out every possibility that came to mind. "In which, I'm sorry for your loss. I've never met the gal so I can't feel all that sorry."

"I appreciate your concern," Mihawk hummed, continuing to lead Shanks to his domain. "I've decided on a whim, I entrust (Y/n) to you."

"Whoa that was sudden," Shanks' eyes widened.

"I hope you understand. My wife... Her mother... She was brutally murdered and I fear the safety of my own daughter," Mihawk took hold of the reigns and plunged forward. "This town... It was a town with no crime and everyone was quite hospitable. My wife wanted a safe home for (Y/n) for she had grown up here before we got together. What we knew settling down is that a vast majority of the population were devoted to their gods..." The Warlord had paused. "The practice of the inhabitants apparently shuns the abilities my wife and daughter poses. This resulted in the passing of my wife."

"She lived here and never knew her kind was forbidden?" Shanks took great interest in this fact.

"Their practices look down upon devil fruit users, in which they aren't, but the townsmen don't understand," Mihawk huffed with a slight growl. "That should've been our hint to leave."

"You think?" Shanks shook his head in disapproval. "It'd be quite dumb of you to stick around here any longer if they took (Mother's name)'s life," Shanks comments as Mihawk gladly took the aftermath of such comment, letting the pain settle.

"She only passed away three days ago... I called you up the day she left us," the master of the sword had reinforced the reasoning behind his mistakes. "Which is why I entrust my daughter to you Red Hair," Mihawk regrets to admit. "Despite the drunk you are... Red Hair you are a great man. I'd rather you raise her for a few years, or at least until I find a better home to raise to (Y/n) within."

"No need to say more," Shank grinned with satisfaction. "I'd be honored to raise (Y/n) until you get matters under control."

"I can't be ever more grateful," Mihawk bowed his head.

"No need to thank me," Shanks threw his arm across Mihawk's shoulders. "If a friend needs help, I'd be there in a heartbeat." Mihawk glared at Shanks for a brief second, but worked off the urge and continued to lead Shanks towards his home. Shanks had let his mind wander to his surroundings as he took notice of the townspeople of whom were bustling around with smiles that ran from ear to ear all giddy as if there were grand sight to be seen nearby. It was quite hard to ignore the townspeople for they talked in great excitement and ignored Mihawk to the best of their ability. The events unfolding reminded Shanks of none other than Roger's execution; how everyone came from all around to watch the King die in honor.

"Is there a celebration going on?" Shanks questioned.

"Even if there is," Mihawk spoke with great irritation. "It's not a celebration you want to attend," Mihawk admits grabbing Shanks' attention. "They haven't been this happy since (Mother's Name) died."

"Damn," Shanks took his mind off the celebration immediately.

"Whatever..." Mihawk grunted, "We're here," Mihawk had a bronze key at hand as he opened up the door to his home, allowing Shanks in afterwards. Everything seemed to be fine, nothing out of place quiet just like he liked it. "(Y/n) is sleeping in my room, here's the key," Mihawk dropped a silver key within Shanks' palms. "You can just pick her up and leave. I'd prefer if she remained asleep."

"Sure," Shanks wrapped his hand around the key and went ahead and walked down an almost empty hallway within the home. Mihawk felt hollow as he watched Shanks leave to retrieve you. He never wanted to give you up, not like this. The Swordsman breathed in and let it all out long and slow all the while setting down his feathered hat upon the dining table just to take a seat afterwards. He sighed once again, he felt empty watching you leave just to be alone.

"Hawkeye?" Shanks stepped into the dining room, Mihawk lifted his head to the call of his name. "(Y/n) isn't in your room."

Mihawk tensed up to such a claim. "She can't be anywhere else," Mihawk stood up throwing his hat upon his head. "The bedroom door was locked."

"It actually wasn't," Shanks admits with an airy feel to his tone. "All I did was grab the knob to unlock the door and it... Opened," Mihawk took great alarm to such comment and kicked his chair right out from under him. He checked the house frantically, literally ripping the place apart. But alas no luck in the long run, and returned to base one with anger flooding his eyes of gold. "What are they doing at that celebration Hawkeye?" Shanks lied a hand upon the handle of his sword strapped to his hip fearing that his suspicions may be correct.

Mihawk and Shanks shared a mutual glance as they then left your home in full swing. They ran past townspeople of whom were already running to the town center where black smoke had risen to settle within the night sky. Flames poked out above the roofs of homes, sucking at the air madly with gusto. The pair of rivals had no other choice but to stop at a sea of religious followers acting as a blockade all standing before a wooden platform set aflame. Mihawk and Shanks froze with eyes enlarged to the sight. There, standing upon that burning platform was a wooden cross that towered over everyone, a little girl hung from the cross with her arms outstretched and limbs nailed to the cross with her eyes squeezed tightly together flooded with tears in the purest form of agony. Your distressed screams ripped through the crowd, causing Mihawk's blood to boil beneath his exterior. Mihawk unsheathed his sword once his anger had taken over reason, the events that followed ended in nothing but bloodshed.

Blood ran down the blade of Mihawk's sword, and dribbled onto the ground below. Shanks stood with his arms that cradled your body that shook violently, clutching onto his shirt as your blood stained his white shirt. Your skin was burnt to a crisp all the while weeping into his shirt. Shanks did not approve of this event, the human sacrifice or Mihawk's massacre. Nobody was in the right, nobody in the wrong. All that Shanks had done was save you from your crucified state.

"I'm taking her to my ship, (Y/n) needs to see a doctor," Shanks spoke above the sound of crackling flames that ate at the bodies that remained still. "You have until sunrise if you'd like to say your last goodbyes Hawkeyes."

"Thank you... Red Hair," Mihawk took a walk, letting the events sit in.

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Shanks stood upon deck the next morning, out looking the charred rubble and ash of what was once a town of pure tranquility. Mihawk hadn't shown his face once. Shanks sighed putting on a frown, "and here I thought he'd say goodbye," Shanks assumed wrong heading inside his ship to check up on you. "Raise the anchor, we're heading out."

"Not so fast," Mihawk interrupted the Captain of the ship, his call had caught everyone's attention as he stepped onto the ship. "I don't mean to be late-"

"It's fine," Shanks reassured. "At least you're here," Shank waved his arm. "She's in here."

"Thank you," Mihawk bowed his head and followed Shanks within the ship to the sick bay. You lied within the bed with bandages tightly wrapped around your hands, wrists, and ankles. The doctor was hand feeding you some fruit to keep your strength up.

You perked up, shoving the doctor away with force seeing your father. "Daddy!" You cheered holding out your arms.

"Good thing you're alright," Mihawk grinned softly, giving you the hug you deserved. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to the best of your ability despite your injuries. Mihawk felt even more torn than ever before as your hug never let up, even when he pushed on you to separate. "(Y/n), I'm going away for a while. Shanks here will be your temporary father until I come back."

"Be back soon," you pat Mihawk on the check with your bandaged hands. Mihawk was surprised to find that you were quite alright with your father going away until who knows when. "Anything is better than home. Please be back by my seventh birthday. You will be back by then right?" You pout.

"Not permanently, but yes... I'll visit," you grinned hugging Mihawk again.

"In the four years that followed, Red Hair had unburied (Y/n)'s potential to transform into a weapon..." Mihawk hummed. "She was revealed to have the form of the sword she is today. Size and all."

"I can't blame her for having trust issues," was all Zoro had to say after listening to the long story that had literally shaped you into the person you are today.

"She doesn't make appearances in public anymore, which is why almost nobody knows of her existence... (Y/n) practically lives in her sword form," Zoro could tell Mihawk greatly cares about you. He wants the best for you, but it's only making things worse on your end. "Roronoa," Mihawk called.

"Yup," Zoro acknowledged his elder.

"Although you haven't been here longer than a few short days," Mihawk lets out a deeply held in breath. "You've changed (Y/n)."

"Believe it or not," Zoro paused, looking out the nearby window. "I've noticed as well."

"I believe you're just what my daughter needs," Mihawk announces, taking a stand. His golden eyes flicked over the words strewn across the parchment within his hands, for he then neatly folded it up and held it out for Zoro. "Your training begins once you're injuries have healed... Maybe a week."

"Great," Zoro smirked, taking the letter from his hands. "Now what's this?"

"It's from Dark King Rayleigh and Trafalgar Law 'Surgeon of Death'," Mihawk informed the Swordsman Apprentice. "It was originally addressed to Red Hair, in which he passed to me and I shall do the same to you. Figured you'd like to know more about your Captain's plans and whereabouts," with that in mind, Zoro unfolded the letter and skimmed the first paragraph.

"Thanks."