Hawkeye's Daughter, The Kitsune

Everyone in the world has heard about Hawkeye Mihawk, the best swordsman in the all six of the Blues, but hardly anyone ever discovered his greatest secret. Now, at 18 years old, his adoptive daughter, Dracule Vulpes, is ready to bring the world crashing down. 'The Kitsune' has risen, and the fires of Hell have come with her. The only question is…. is the world ready for her? Ace x OC x Marco Rated T for language….

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, there I said it, happy lawyers?!A

Ch 1: A Broken Promise

? POV;

I was only ten when he found me, an apparent escapee from a sinking slaver's ship. He told me I washed up on the beach of the island freezing cold, starved, and half dead with no memory what so ever of my life before….

He said that he took one look at my light brown hair and electric purple eyes, and he was sold….

He took me in, gave me the home I couldn't remember, and gave me a new name. He was my father from that day on, and I was his precious little girl.

I am Dracule Vulpes, 'The Kitsune', the daughter of Dracule 'Hawkeye' Mihawk, and this is my story.

My triumphs, my failures, and how I fell in love with the biggest flame brained idiot in the world….

(Though honestly, I wouldn't want him any other way….)

….and a pineapple haired Phoenix.

They say that Kitsunes are ancient spirits who delight in creating mischief, pulling tricks, and casting illusions on their unsuspecting victims.

Well, with that definition then, I am one of the greatest Kitsunes to ever live!

Cause I pranked the World Government….

….and how I fucking got away with it!

I walked down the streets of Sabaody, my hands lingering over the handles of the dual swords at my hips as I wove through the crowd. I kept my head down, letting my black and royal purple fedora shadow my bright purple eyes, while also letting my light brown fox ears examine the consent sounds. My light brown hair tumbled down over my shoulders in semi-tamed curls, finally stopping short at my waist. My royal purple dress shirt hugged my body, showing off my feminine curves without being too restricting, while my black trench coat, black leather belt, and light blue jeans added to my mystery. Knee-high, low-heeled, black leather boots that gleamed with steel inlay were on my feet. A sliver cross necklace, a Sea Stone knife blade disguised as a pendent, hung around my neck, while a smaller choker with a blue, red, and purple pendent hugged my neck like a collar. My long brown and white tipped fox tail swayed back and forth behind me with my every movement, twitching and slightly wagging with excitement as I sensed the subtle tension and the smell of smoke in the air.

All in all I think I looked almost exactly like a female version of my father, Dracule Mihawk. Only without the ridiculous feather in my hat, the giant ass sword, the goatee, my different hair and eyes, and my foxier attributes.

As to why I was in the Sabaody Archipelago, well, that was a bit of a long story….

It all started when a good friend of mine, Ace, set out on his own to become a pirate. Within a few months, he gathered a good crew, made it to the Grand Line, and started making a name for himself. The stupid idiot even ate a Logia Type Devil Fruit thinking it was a weird apple right before he entered the grand line, turning him into a living fire-ball. He washed up on my dad's island when a storm swept him over the side of his ship, a few days after he entered the Grand Line, and stuck around for about a week before his crew came to pick him up.

So when I heard that they were calling him Fire-Fist Ace on his wanted posters, I laughed my ass off….

….Which brings me to why I'm here now.

My eighteenth birthday had just pasted, and as was tradition in the world of pirates I was looking for a specific crew to join. My dad didn't have a crew, in fact he was the only one of the Warlords who didn't have one. He told me once that he was actually a part of one of the four Emperor's crews before he became a Warlord, and even though he left them behind, he never technically resigned. I could only guess which Emperor he worked for, as he never told me which one it was. Though now that I think about it, he IS good friends with his drinking buddy Uncle Shanks….

With that thought, I stepped into the nearest bar, a popular spot with the locals and visitors, Shakky's. The bar that just so happened to serve the best sake in the New World, Uncle Shanks actually swears by it!

"Just visiting? Or are you looking for someone?" The raven haired bar maid asked me, putting a bottle of Scotch and a shot glass in front of me.

"The second. But you already knew that..." I brought the glass up to my lips, taking a sip of the smooth alcohol. "Didn't you Aunt Shakky?"

She smiled at me, taking her cigaret out of her mouth for a moment. "I keep tabs on everyone who sets foot on this island kiddo." She drawled. "Shouldn't be too hard to find who you're looking for."

"Fire Fist Ace, Captain of the Spade Pirates." I told her. She raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking if I was serious. At my look, she laughed.

"Shoulda known you would track him down." She said, shaking her head. "So why are you after him? His bounty, or is it for the World Government?"

"Neither for once." I said, making her stop up short. "He promised me the position of Sword's Master on is crew once I turned eighteen." She looked at me and shook her head again.

"Why am I not surprised?" She said to herself.

"It is me after all." I pointed out matter of factually, smiling smugly as she turned to glare at me.

"Right," She said, sighing in exasperation. "It is you, and you've really done much much worse. I don't even know why you shock me at all anymore…."

"You have known me for years Shakky." I smirked, leaning back on my chair, and thumbing my hat up so I could grin at her. "You should know by now that I will never stop surprising people, or stop doing stupid things."

"That is true my dear." Another voice spoke up. I turned, smiling at the sight of the wrinkled old man who just walked in. "That ridiculous friend of yours has rubbed off on you."

"Silver Rayleigh." I said. "Been a long time." I brought my glass up again, taking another sip. "Oi, Shakky! His first round it on me!'

"Too long Vulpes." He said, shooting me a smile as Shakky put a mug of sake on the counter in front of him. "You keeping an eye on him for me?"

"As always Ray." I said. "Are you sure you don't want to meet him? You could tell him what his father was really like."

"I don't think he'll ever be ready to talk about that." Ray said with a sigh, looking down at the cup in his hands sadly.

"Just give him time." I said, reaching over to grip his hand with a gentle smile. "He'll be ready to listen someday, and if he isn't in the space of the next five years, I'll drag him to you myself and tie him to a chair so he will."

"And knowing you," He declared with a laugh. "You WILL carry out that threat." I gave him a closed eye smile, which morphed into a full blown grin that could rival even a D.

"So where is that flame brain?" He asked me, cocking a white eyebrow as he looked round the bar.

I shrugged, lifting my glass to finish my Scotch. "Haven't got a clue." I said, setting my glass down and signaling Shakky for a refill. "He told me that he would be in Sabaody waiting for me when I turned eighteen." I sipped my now full glass. "Well here I am, right on time. Question is, where the hell is he?"

Ace's POV;

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I yelled, leaping for the old man's head again. And once again, I was sent flying into the ocean where someone had to fish me out.

"What don't we understand, yoi?" The idiot blonde pineapple asked as he dumped me on the deck for the fiftieth time this week.

"I have a promise I have to keep." I said breathlessly, my chest still heaving as I glared at him. "I swore that I would be there when she turned eighteen, to take her on board as one of my nakama."

"What's so wrong with that, yoi?" he asked, his eyebrows wrinkling as he kept that infuriating lazy look on his face.

"Cause her birthday was almost a week ago…." I said, my eyes closing as exhaustion took over, ignoring the frown on his face. "We were headed back to meet up with her when we came across your ship by accident. She's probably there by now, wondering where the hell I am…."

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was blue fire….

….my last thought was me wondering, if it was mixed with mine would it look like Vulpes' purple flames?

I honestly don't know what the fuck is wrong with my muse these days. It seems to jump between the weirdest subjects…. I've been working on six (I shit you not SIX) different projects at once for the past two weeks….

….I need a nap.

This has been Freerunner, see you in the morning, cause I'm going to bed…..