A/N: Yay new Mihawk story. I really like this one, though it is not planned like my others. I need some time for my other stories as they are so planned that they are now strangling and no longer creative. I really like the concept of this story however and I hope that you will all like it as well. I especially like the summary that I have come up with. I think that it is the best that I have ever written. But that is up to you to decide. I know that only the main character has been introduced and Mihawk is still somewhere in the distance, but he will come into the story very soon. Also keep in mind that this story is set when Mihawk is only young, before he becomes the best swordsman. I will also be writing 6000 words for this story every week, so I don't know how many chapters will come out at one time. Anyway on to the story. I hope that you enjoy it, and remember to review!

I do not own one piece!!

The clear glass door creaked slightly as it was pushed roughly open. The hinges were near dead and protested every time they were forced into action. Armistice ignored the sound and continued to practically bounce up the spiral staircase that she knew led to the floor that occupied her boyfriend's office. There was absolutely nothing in the world that could possibly sway her from her positive mood, she knew that today was the day that Keith would propose to her; she had been dreaming about it for months and finally it had arrived.

The floor of Keith's office was large with many doors leading to other rooms. At the present moment it was full of workers who were lounging about and joking with their co-workers. But as Armistice entered the room, they all turned silent and stared at her; concern and regret filling their eyes.

Smiling warily, Armistice searched the room to find her lover. She had a lunch that she knew he would love, planned and ready to eat. She just hoped that she could spot him before it turned cold. Keith however was no where to be seen. Shrugging she walked over to a small group of women gathered around the front desk. She had met them previously when she had visited Keith at other times. As she approached them, their voices became soft until they were non existent, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

'Good Morning Armistice.' A young woman with short blue hair exclaimed. She clenched her fists in a nervous manner, and her smile did not quite meet her eyes.

'Good morning to you too.' Armistice replied happily moving closer to the women, though still keeping an eye out for her yet to appear boyfriend. 'Have any of you seen Keith? I have come to take him out to lunch, and if we don't leave soon, the food will go cold.'

The group of women exchanged glances, apparently debating which one was to tell her where Keith was. It was obvious by their expressions that they had been put on the spot by her arrival and she was making them uncomfortable.

'Is he in his office?' Armistice asked moving to walk towards the closed door. 'Because I am sure that he won't mind if I enter. What could be more important? I will not disturb him.'

'He's not in his office!' The woman behind the desk exclaimed grabbing Armistice by the arm. Now the whole room was watching her, their eyes burning into her skin as if to say that they knew something horrible and she did not.

'Oh, you know where he has gone then? I can go and surprise him there!' Armistice smiled pleased that she would have something to do other than be the centre of attention in Keith's workplace. As much as she believed that they were all good people; she did not feel comfortable when they stared at her so intently.

'I think that he went down to the local florist to buy you some flowers miss.' A man to Armistice's right told her nervously. 'Though it was supposed to be a secret, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you went down and caught him in the act.'

Armistice giggled. 'That is such a wonderful idea. He would never see it coming, and then the two of us could have a beautiful lunch together.'

The room let out a silent breath as she turned and started back towards the stairs. She had just stepped down one step when a loud crashing sound boomed through the room from Keith's office; startling everyone within the vicinity.

Armistice turned and stared at the office shocked. There was definitely someone within the room. Without another thought, she strode over to the office and placed her hand on the door knob, ready to see what had caused the noise. But before she opened the door, she heard the unmistakeable voice of Keith, which left her breathless and weak at the knees. Not willing to wait any longer, she jammed the door open to walk into the passionate actions of Keith and his promiscuous secretary Lucy.

The two of them were butt naked, not an once of clothing on their bodies. They were positioned on the desk in plain sight of Armistice's horrified eyes. Scattered on the floor were pens, pencils and a lamp; the cause of the loud bang only moments before.

Armistice stared at the scene before her not knowing how to react. She could not pinpoint her emotions, they were haywire, and reeking havoc throughout her body. She watched as Keith and Lucy hastily donned their messily discarded clothes, and the other workers drew back from her.

Silently tears slipped down her cheeks unchecked. Keith looked at her for a moment, before turning his gaze to the carpet. His voice was soft, barely concealing regret as he tried to help her through the moment.

'Armistice I was going to tell you.' Keith walked forward and placed his warm hand on her soft shoulder. 'You have to believe that I never wanted you to find out this way.'

His touched felt as though it burnt her flesh, and Armistice flinched away from him. She felt stupid and weak for wanting to cry, but all of her hopes and expectations had been vanquished with that one scene. She could not understand why he did not love her as she loved him. 'Do you not love me any more? Why didn't you break things off with me first?'

'I still love you Army, but I just don't love you in the same way. Things are different now.' Keith smiled looking relieved, and took hold of Lucy's hand. 'I think that Lucy is the one. I never ever wanted to upset you. It just happened, we had no control over it.'

Revolted by his answer, Armistice backed away slowly, anger starting to take control. 'How long have you two been doing each other?!'

Lucy stepped forwards uncertainly, her arm outstretched, trying to instil comfort. 'It's only been for a few weeks. We were going to tell you tonight at dinner. We wanted to be certain before we made any concrete decisions.'

'You wanted to be sure?' Armistice let the sentence float in the air for a while. She could not determine weather Lucy was trying to be nice and calm her, or weather she was mocking her. 'Did you not care that I sat at home through these little play dates of yours, thinking about what I could do to make you happy? Did you not care that I loved you, and thought that maybe tonight would be the night that you finally proposed to me, and made my life complete. I wanted to give you my whole life Keith. And this is how you repay me?'

'Listen Army, it's not like that. I'm sorry that I have disappointed you. But the spark just isn't there any more.' Keith said quietly taking hold of her hand. 'You must have felt that. You have to let this relationship go. It is finished, even if it was a bad way to end.'

Armistice waited a while as her brain digested his words. He made it sound as though it was her fault that she was standing there heart broken. But no, it was his fault. With a jerk of her wrist she pulled her hand free of his grip. She swung her hand upwards, and then brought it swinging down to connect with the smooth skin of his face. Her hand stung from the impact, but she felt slightly better.

Keith just stared at her dumbly as Lucy came rushing to his aid. Some of the workers that Armistice had been talking to before she had caught her lover red handed, hid there smiles behind their hands, while others beamed at her and gave her the thumbs up.

Armistice watched as Keith got back to his feet, and walked towards her. Pain wracked her body as she thought about how much she loved him. How much it hurt that he could go to another woman to be satisfied. She backed away from his insistent arm, and then turned and fled. She ran as fast as she could, not stopping until she reached their apartment where she locked the front door and laid on the floor so that she could cry until the tears no longer came freely.

After a while it started to rain, the weather reflecting her mood completely. She had no reason to move, yet as she sat there she thought up small plots that would make Keith and Lucy miserable for the rest of their lives. She knew that if she stayed in town, she would have to live everyday ignoring them, and hoping that they would not notice her. It would be one of the hardest things she would ever have to do. But maybe one day she would stop hurting, and find someone else to fill the gap.

As the rain continued to beat on the overly large windows of her house, Armistice's mind was drawn to the small letter that she had received in the mail only days ago. It was a letter from her best friend Cali, asking her to come and stay. If Armistice was to go to see her friend, she was sure that Cali would give her a temporary place to stay. She would then be able to forget Keith and Lucy, and maybe move on with her life once and for all. Who knows, maybe she would meet a new friend, one that would ultimately become more than just someone she hung out with.

Smiling grimly, Armistice ran up the marble staircase in the middle of the lounge room, and into her bedroom. She threw a few of her favourite garments into a light travel bag. She would be able to start a new life with Cali and forget about Keith once and for all. She didn't need him.

The only thing that she did need, was to find a way off this rotten island once and for all.