A/N: As the summary says this is a collection of short drabbles. Not sure how many chapters I might write but expect at the very least one drabble for each character. I really like to think about the three together being bros on Kuraigana Island. I don't ship much of it either way but expect slight ZoroღPerona junk going on. These drabbles don't revolve around romance though. With that all said please enjoy my writing.~

Summary: A series of short drabbles revolving around Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona's time together.

Rating: T

Genre: Friendship/Family/Humor

Pairings: none.

.oO Gloomy Days Oo.

Hawkeye Mihawk, one of the feared Seven Warlords of the Sea, the greatest swordsman in the world...

How had he landed himself in such a situation? Hawkeye was a careful man, not very trusting, didn't keep company very easily... So how was it now that the master swordsman found himself sandwiched between two people in his massive mattress. It was such a tedious and endlessly frustrating predicament...

The ravenette with the infamous haunting yellow hues had never been more uncomfortable.

Hawkeye wasn't going to get a second of sleep like this, he didn't move though. The warlord remained completely still with his arms folded behind his head looking up at the ceiling.

He decided against waking the pair of children sleeping next to him.

The man glanced over at the head of pink hair resting on his chest. It steadily rose and fell along with each of his breaths. An annoyed tsk passed his pale thin lips.

Honestly what did the pinkette get so wore out on this empty bleak island, what could she possible be doing all day other than chasing around his new pupil?

Hawkeye directed his gaze then to the head of green hair resting on his abdomen on the opposite side of the pinkette. Another annoyed tsk passed the ravenette's tiers. What a troublesome boy... Coming into his room to report he'd finished his training regimen today just to fall asleep immediately after.

Though the warlord could hardly blame the young one for that. The training regimen Hawkeye was making the hopeful swordsman go through was enough to break the strongest body. Aside from the exhaustion following the sessions his underling was taking the physical strain better than the warlord would have expected.

Impressive, indeed.

That still didn't excuse the rudeness of the duo sleeping on either side of him.

Had they no sense of proper behavior at all? Just barging in on his island making unreasonable requests after he had allowed them remain as guest. Kuraigana Island was his marked territory, he would have been within his right to kill them both.

He hadn't.

Now they were both here causing the loner more trouble than he would have expected. Kuraigana Island was the place he used to get away, to be alone.

Instead of being alone he was laying in bed with two brats... They either had no sense of tension or had a lot of guts to intrude on his space this much.

Hawkeye focused back on the old ceiling above the bed trying to quell his thoughts. Sure he was still frustrated but the master swordsman didn't feel like doing anything about the tiresome spot he found himself in.

Waking them both up now would be more trouble than it was worth.

The silence was nice.

He couldn't shut the two of those brats up during the day, he wasn't about to cause a big fuss during the night as well. Still he would have to do something about these sleeping arrangements very soon.

Finally the warlord managed to shut his pale lids letting himself relax to catch a few hours of sleep before they were at it again.

Reluctantly Hawkeye Mihawk decided that he'd be able to live with sleeping like this...

Just this once.