Requeeeeest~~Oh my, I'm sorry it took forever to write this (the title is awful as well of course since I'm a shitty writer), don't kill me for making it this long, Mihawk is really a tough one, but I enjoyed trying to make this at least ...umm, acceptable? 

l/s - long/short

h/c - hair color

e/c - eyes color

The horrible gray color of the sky stretched around the island, making it look even more dangerous than it actually was. 

Such bad luck for her.

 For her last moments of life, having to spend the final breaths on this piece of shitty ground which surrounded her with no end in sight. No homes, no people, nothing! Just a rough soil with burnt grass and  trees that looked burnt too, or maybe the night and the cloudy sky made it look like fierce black shadows.  

She felt dirty, she was starving to death and not only that, wounds were visible on her skin, all over the body. The ripped clothes she wore were soaked in the new fresh blood which came out like a crimson sea out of her. 

She searched with no force something around the neck. The only thing that looked clean and shiny in all this messy puddle of dirt, was a silver circle-like necklace with a tiny dragon and two swords crossing the creature on it. She tightened her fingers around it, cursing the man who did all of this.

Just because of that huge, weird Warlord who desperately chased after her with the intention of killing, mumbling about his stupid mission...

She growled in pain remembering the damage he gave her without hesitation. Because of Kuma and his stupid devil fruit, she flew like a bird on the sky, day and night just to open her eyes and destroy the hope of landing on a safe island but she was here, on such a miserable abandoned place. 

He sent her to Death itself maybe. She was anyway going to die, regretting.

And so, before closing her eyes, ready for the eternal sleep, world gave her another chance, a living person on this abandoned island.

She really wished not to be dreaming, because all she saw after his silhouette was black. 

We all know who lived on this island, and in front of her, there was no human, no, in exchange, a huge monkey appeared, staring at her, thinking what should he do with the body?

 Maybe waiting her to wake up? Killing her? Using the girl as a ball to play with his comrades? That sounded delightful...

There were lots of possibilities and lifting his brownish hand to the hairy chin, he wondered. 

But right before lifting her up and maybe even kill her in twisted ways, his eyes sparkled when the silver necklace caught all the attention.

The muscled brained monkey wanted to touch that thing, to take it and examine it, so why not?

 With one move, his fingers reached for the medallion but before being able to touch it, he jumped back scared like a kitten, good meters away from the body and three meters above the girl's head, a dark sword stood straight, pointing the living creature.

''Go away, you're no match for me and you know it.'' the voice of a well known man had spoken, golden eyes staring with a dark aura at the monkey, making it run away as fast as possible.

Somewhat disappointed, Mihawk let out a deep sigh, his eyes fixing and examining the dying body. He leaned down on his knees, resting a hand where her heart was supposed to be. 

''Still breathing.'' he muttered more for himself and set his enormous sword on the back, carefully lifting the girl up, carrying her the bridal style to the palace. 

--

Huge windows on her right with dark turquoise long curtains, bright bricks which seemed cold and more inclined to the blue color, several king like chairs, red and yellow almost golden on the edge, a small table with a glass of, she guessed, red wine...

Were all of this supposed to be found when she was dead? 

No, something wasn't right. She was still alive. 

She looked around to see clearly that everything was way bigger than it should actually be. 

Feeling like a barbie doll, she realized that the problem wasn't about the house's huge size. She was the little one, the world was in perfect order. 

Someone took away the necklace and that stupid curse she had, transformed her back to a dragon. A...small one.

''Looks like you are awake now.'' a hard voice stated, entering the room with a paper in his right hand.

Wearing a simple white shirt which revealed more or less of his toned chest, a pair of gray pants and large boots, the hot man who looked like a mountain for the girl, simply set himself on a chair and took a sip from the refined wine, fixing his yellow eyes at her.

She gave back a look not sure enough of his role, the charming criminal or the savior?

''I found you on my island pretty dead and carried you here. Also...'' he assured, then pointed the bandages on her body. 

The girl nodded, taking a look at her injuries then stared back into his weird eyes. This guy looked so enigmatic to her. 

''Your island? This abandoned place?'' she asked raising her eyebrows in surprise.

''I prefer it to be called a peaceful and silent place,'' he corrected, taking another sip from the glass ''And indeed, this is my island.'' 

With a move of his hand, he let the paper from his lean fingers, sending it flying on the girl's chair. Staying still for a few moments she let out a breath then looked through the newspaper and on a certain page she found something which belonged to her. 

''My necklace.'' she glared coldly at the man, setting it around her neck.

The black haired man stared back bored.

''It looked pretty familiar to my eyes.'' he said, his voice calm as ever.

She rubbed her cheeks.

''Do you...know who you're talking to, then?'' the girl asked hesitantly, not sure if it was going to end good or bad. 

''Well I do know, but, do you?'' he questioned with a small smile.

Staring almost confused at his last words, she wasn't sure. Was he someone that important? she wondered trying to remember popular and important people. That give her a headache.  

A white light appeared over the girl, her eyes widened in surprise and letting out a curse for what was going to happen, her body transformed silently back to its human form,(l/s) (h/c) hair revealed and gorgeous (e/c) eyes staring in embarrassment at the man in front of her. 

Mihawk was quite impressed at the sudden action, registering with his eyes what was in front of him, not sure of the reaction he should have.

The first time when Perona yelled, slamming his door, running with a tiny dragon in her arms was something else, he started to get intrigued and searched for information, finding what the cursed object had done to this girl.

He was still interested and waited a couple of days for her to wake up. 

And now, here he was. 

A part of his body wanted to react different at the perfect curves, pale colored skin, beautiful eyes and her hands trying desperately to cover the private parts, even though, the bandages were covering her chest.

He stood up from his seat, walking to the exit and before having the chance to say a thing, the sound of a starving stomach made the girl bit her lip as she lost the final drop of pride. 

''Near you it should be a wardrobe with some of my clothes if you're willing to wear them.'' he said pointing it with one of his fingers, turning his head to her.

''Don't look at me, you pervert old man!'' she yelled, a few more shades of red appearing on her face, the naked woman in the room trying to hide behind the big chair.

Mihawk sighed, wondering if he was supposed to get annoyed, but he washed away the thought.

 ''I am not interested in your body, young lady,'' he said almost irritated continuing ''I will get you something to eat.'' 

And letting the words out of his mouth, Mihawk disappeared, the sound of nothingness filling the room.

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''HAWK EYES?!'' you yelled, spitting all the water in the most comic way possible, almost choking with a simple glass of water.

Mihawk wanted somewhere inside to let out a laugh, but since he's supposed to be an enigmatic hot bastard, he only let a smirk on his face for let's say...three seconds. 

''D-DRACULE...MI-MI-MIHAWK?! THE WARLORD?! SHIT!!'' you tried to spell the words while shouting like a four year old brat.

''Would you stop screaming?'' he asked coldly, taking a sip from his wine.

You nodded a little scared.

''I-I'm sorry, it's just...'' you muttered, playing with your fingers, blushing heavily. 

''Would you tell me how you ended up almost dead here, now? (Y/n)?''  he asked, waiting patiently for a good answer.

''Yes but, how it comes you know my name?'' you asked hesitantly still blushing slightly.

''Your bounty.'' he answered straight to the point.

''Right...okay then...'' 

--

''So this is how I ended up here...'' you whispered shyly. 

You told him the long story of your life and how you landed on his...island. It took a while, maybe an hour or two, but talking to him kind of relaxed you, still, you wanted to ask him something.

''Hawk Eyes!'' you pointed him, sitting up from the comfortable seat with the other hand on your hip.

He only gave you a curios look, waiting.

''Fight me!'' you demanded.

''Don't be a fool, girl. Your body is still recovering.'' he replied, turning her down. 

You bit your lower lip.

''I'm already fine! I wanna fight you! I want to defeat you to fulfill my dream!'' you yelled, eyes full with fire. 

Mihawk loved that look on your face. He only smiled.

''Why ?'' he asked simply.

Letting out the breath you didn't notice you were holding, you clenched your fists.

''All the way here, men always laughed at me for being so foolish to even think about becoming a good swordsman and for searching freedom. It's like, they told me I cannot be free just because I am a woman... My wish is to be free, I want freedom and in order to obtain it, I have to win against you!'' you muttered, the fire in your eyes even more noticeable.

Letting out a small chuckle, Mihawk stood up, telling to himself that this girl had some guts.

''Still, you're injured, you should at least rest for awhile.'' he ordered.

''B-But I-'' you grumbled being interrupted by his sudden move. 

Taking one of your hand and slamming you on the nearest wall, he placed his fingers on your stomach, pressing hard, making you groan in horrible pain.

''If I fight you now...this wound may open and you'll die and since it is still hurting you, you won't fight at the fullest power.'' 

He let his hands down, releasing you and slowly walked away from the room leaving behind a blushing face.

--

''Fight me!'' you shouted when Mihawk opened the door to his room. It was probably six in the morning and giving you a tired look, he closed the door again making you click your tongue.

--

''Fight me, Hawk Eyes!'' you yelled again when he opened the wardrobe.

''Not yet.'' he answered closing the door and walking away sighing.

--

''FIGHT ME!'' 

Screaming again when he just came out from the shower, made Mihawk annoyed. Almost losing his patience he walked away in his room without a word. 

--

And so, several days have passed trying to make the swordsman accept your request and your wounds almost healed. Walking with heavy steps in the room where Mihawk always stood relaxed with his glass of wine, reading the newspaper, you stood in front of him, gaining the man's attention.

''If you really insist, wait for me outside.'' he ordered, getting up and leaving the room.

The wind was blowing, it wasn't cold at all. Well, you still had to wear some of his clothes which were kind of warm but you were lucky that the pink haired girl, Perona, lended you some of her clothes.

She actually wanted to give you one of her lolita dresses and have a tea party but you...refused the offer. You ended up wearing the bandages around your chest and Mihawk's white shirt along with some black shorts and boots.

The castle looked amazingly big, but the only thing you saw around were hills and ruins. This place clearly had a war or something. 

''Are you prepared?'' a voice asked closing the doors of the castle.

It was of course the one you waited for. 

''Yes!'' you replied and started walking away a few meters from him. 

''You said you were a swordsman, but I haven't seen your sword.'' Mihawk stated, taking off Yoru from his back. 

Smiling widely at his words, you placed a hand on the necklace and closed your eyes. 

''Ancient... Blake.'' you spelled the words and as they left your mouth the medallion started to sparkle, a black light surrounding it. 

Soon enough, enormous dragon black wings were growing out of your back, and a black metal sword surrounded by a dark aura appeared in your right hand. 

Mihawk grinned and started to run towards you trying to end this as soon as possible but since you were a stubborn girl you hit back his sword trying to fight at his level. 

That wasn't the smartest thing to do.

The sound of metal hit your ears as you tried desperately to block his damage towards your Ancient Blake.

Jumping a few meters away, resting a knee on the cold ground you tried to regain your powers and standing up you hit the cold dirty grass with one of your legs and, with that move your wings started to beat against the wind, flying a few centimeters away from him.

But as soon as possible you spotted Mihawk jumping in the air prepared to cut through with Yoru. 

''Crimson shield!'' you screamed and without being hit by the horrifiying sword which looked like it could make you sushi, a reddish sphere appeared around you, however, it didn't last long and you took in some damage as the shield crashed. 

Sensing the blood on your left eye, you bit your lip running at him muttering another words, and with one move of your hand you raised the blade and cut the air, several black lights being threw at Mihawk, ready to smash him. 

Your wound started to slowly open, a few spots of blood visible on the white shirt, placing a hand on the stomach you grinned happily, your feet touching the ground, thinking that was good enough to make at least a few scratches on the Warlord's skin. 

 But that was a terrible lie. 

Mihawk cleared the dust in the air with Yoru and fast as hell he ran at you stopping right before his blade dissected your neck like a frog.

The battle was over.

''You are strong, maybe even stronger than I thought. It really deserved wasting my time using Yoru, but your wound opened.'' he said, his eyes becoming serious for a reason.

You let out a laugh, breathing heavy the oxygen. Hawk Eyes placed his Yoru on his back and before probably scolding your dumbness, your body hit his.

You fainted in his arms.

A couple of weeks have passed since the battle. Mihawk was sitting peacefully on his chair, the wine in his hand never missing. 

He sighed.

You really twisted his mind, maybe even played with it. He couldn't turn the page of the paper, in fact, he didn't read a single word, his thoughts flying at you without a certain reason. 

A few days ago you refused the food the Ghost Girl brought to you and your stubbornness made him feel anger. 

When was the last time someone made him angry? Well, Shanks was indeed one of the most annoying but somehow acceptable human he has met. He was the only one who annoyed him but now, having you on his conscience...was something else.

His chest felt uneasy. 

''You like her.'' Perona repeated again.

She did tell him that when she saw him looking at your door.

You told him you wanted to be left alone and...somehow he couldn't resist. Really now, you felt like a drug to him.

So excited over stupid things. He kind of missed your voice which shouted everytime Fight me. Your company was something really ...good when you weren't acting like a brat.

Slowly opening the door to your room he entered just to see a form of a human on the bed, crying with the back at him.

He walked step by step to your bed and let himself fall on the comfortable mattress beside you.

''May I know why're you crying, Y/N? he asked softly.

Wiping the tears from your wet eyes you let out a small laugh.

''Does it concern you or is it pity? That's why you came here?'' you answered back with a question.

''Genuine concern, I suppose.'' he replied, for the first time in his life not being sure. 

''I'm trash, I can't be free. I'll always be weak.'' you responded to him, turning your face to see him, letting the blankets to fell off from your head. 

Mihawk wasn't sure of what he should say. Then, somewhere in the dark room he saw your deep wound on the stomach since you were wearing only the bandages around your chest, covering the breast. 

''Foolish girl! Why didn't you take care of this wound? It has to be tre-''

''I don't need your concern, Hawk Eyes! It is none of your business and you don't have to take care of me!'' you cut him off.

Mihawk nodded but he still sat down, not moving an inch.

''Actually, it seems I must take care of you, since you're so stubborn.'' he said.

He dragged you closer to him and placed a hand on your head carefully, pressing his lips against yours. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden action. Slowly breaking the sweet kiss, he placed his chin on your head, embracing you. 

Perona entered the room, breaking the romantic atmosphere and frowned.

''Have I... interrupted something?'' she asked sweetly, a grin on her face appearing. 

You stood up and gesturing with your hands shyly with a comic cute face, you denied, trying to spell words which didn't come out correctly.

''N-N...We w-we I...n...'' 

For the first time you entered this castle you heard Mihawk laughing.

Mihawk laughed at your cuteness and red face you had and placed a kiss on your forehead.

''I'll have my way with you after dinner.'' he declared leaving the room with a smile.

''Did he...just...?'' Perona asked confused.

''I think I just saw the heaven for a second...''  you said staring at the opened door your mind recalling his laugh over and over again.

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I just wanted to continue this with a fluffy bonus but I thought it already may be too long. I really, really, really hope Mihawk was okay and in his role. Maybe a bit too soft but he's a hottie! He's got that sooft side too.

I think so..

So that's it, that's the end!  

Sometimes I'm even considering renaming my One Shots  ''Freakin Long One Piece One Shots '' I'm such a shitty writer aren't I? Hahahahaha *hugs a teddy bear sobing* 

Sorry if this was too long Graaaaw-ya >w< ShadowClawXD-ya

If anyone has another requests, I'll gladly write 'em. (I'll even try to make them shorter cx).