Quick Note: Okay so... I have been receiving comments about not using quotation marks on my writing and that is basic English knowledge that you use them signalating speech. Here's the thing: I'M NOT ENGLISH! I'M PORTUGUESE! And where I'm from we use the dash instead of quotation marks to signal the begining of a character line.

I grew up always using the dash and it's hard for me to begin all of the sudden to use the quotation mark.

Please don't send more comments about that, it becomes rather annoying and exhausting, specially because the ones who comment that don't even bother to create an account and I can't answer them back personally.

I say it one more time: I'm portuguese, not english and I don't use quotation marks, I use dash. Deal with it! If you're too picky about it don't even bother reading this fanfiction.

Have a very good day and enjoy the story.

Chapter 1

The constant dark and heavy fog, typical to the Kuraigana Island, narrowed Calysta's sight. Ever since the island go into war, the Shikkearu Kingdom had fallen into ruin, leaving behind a fallen and almost haunted like island that seemed to be constantly under a creepy night sky.

Our protagonist gathered the little strength she had left, dragging her tired feet over the floor. She had been in a battle at the open ocean which resulted in the complete annihilation of her small ship and she just drifted off in the current, eventually ending up at this wrecked island. Her side was severely wounded since a large piece of wood was stabbed across her side. Aside from this major wound, she had minor ones on her arms, face and legs.

-Fuck this… - She gasped in pain when a rustle was heard from her left, coming from a couple of brushes.

She leapt in the air, twisting her body in order to transform into a white dire wolf before rushing towards the rundown castle of what used to be the Shikkearu Kingdom. The castle's large double doors were close to Calysta so she gave one last jump against the doors, slamming them open before laying down on the floor almost lifeless.

Her silver hair scattered on the floor, the blood slowly tainting it red as her lilac eyes slowly closed, leading her into unconscious.

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Dracule Mihawk was casually sitting on his large typical chair that he would always be, drinking his glass of red wine, while reading the newspaper. He had nothing to do but to listen to Perona's constant complaints which he had little patience to do so.

He inhaled deeply before leaning back against his chair, continuing to read his book, his mind wondering to a faraway hope that something interesting would happen to snap him out of his boredom.

As to answer his silent plead, a slam was heard from the lower floor.

-What was that? – The pink haired Lolita girl asked, looking at the door of the dining room before returning her rather unique gaze towards the swordsman.

-I have no idea. – He said, raising himself off the chair and casually walking out of the dining room, taking hold of his Kokutou Yoru along the way. Walking down the stairs, his golden gaze fell upon the body of a silver haired woman. She seemed dead for the looks of it but he could feel the small life force that she still had left. – Perona! – He called, making the pink haired girl float down the stairs. – Tend to her wounds.

With that he walked away from the entrance.

-You can't order me around! – Perona shouted before looking at the silver haired woman. - I'm only going to take care of her because I want.

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The door was slammed open, revealing a group of marines that quickly shot down Calysta's parents. The small six-year old girl could only crouch down on a corner, trying to stay away from the marines but too little use. One of the marines took hold of her hands, lifting her up from the floor. She only shouted and kicked at him but stood still when she felt a burning sensation against her back.

A large man came into her line of sight. He was wearing the usual marine hat; the marine coat was open, hanged on his shoulders; he was wearing a red suit and from the collar of the coat a Hawaiian patterned blouse was peeking out.

-Get away! – The little girl growled before attempting to punch the man before her, successfully landing a strong punch on his mouth, making it bleed.

-Admiral Akainu-san! – The marine that was holding the young Calysta spoke out.

-This one is feisty unlike her other fellow siblings.

-Put me DOWN! – She shrieked only to receive a strong punch from Akainu, making her spit out blood and a couple of her calf's teeth. She wanted to whimper and cry out but she was not willing to give the admiral that pleasure.

-Take her with us. – Akainu ordered before turning his back to the young child and walking out of the house. – I'd like to do a few experiments with her.

Suddenly the scenario of the bloody house vanished, giving place to a white and simple cold room. Now 9 years old, Calysta's arms, legs and neck were tied up on the strains of a cold operatory table. Her mind was foggy as a man entered the room. He was dressed from top to bottom in an operation suit, his mouth and nose covered by a mask and his hair was covered by a large bandana.

The man's back was turned to her as he messed with a couple of tools before picking up a scalpel and turning to face the young girl. Her eyes widened in fear and shock as she tried her best to squeeze out of her restrains but to no use.

-Do not worry this won't hurt one bit. – The man said slowly lowering the hand that was holding the scalpel towards her chest. – I'll be gentle I promise. Besides you will probably pass out because of the pain.

At the end of this sentence, the man began the incision, cutting her chest apart, making the young girl scream out in pain.

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Calysta woke up startled, sitting up quickly only to feel a jolt of pain crawl up her body. Clenching her teeth in order not to scream, her hand quickly touched her side out of instinct only to find it wrapped up neatly.

The nightmares kept bugging her as always about her damned past that she so wanted to forget but to no use. It was tattooed into her memory forever as a constant reminder of her weakness.

Analyzing her surroundings she found herself not on the damp and foggy forest nor floating on the cold ocean waters. Instead she was laying down on a large king-size bed, covered in immaculate white sheets. In front of the bed there was a large wooden door that was now closed. To her right a large wardrobe and to her left there was a large window with green curtains that were falling down neatly, preventing any light to enter. Aside from that minor decoration, the room was disposed of anything else that wasn't needed, leaving it to be a cold and almost empty space. The stone walls didn't help at all with the decoration, dying out any possible beauty of the room.

Using her Tierisch ability, she made a couple of fox ears appear on her head as she got up from the bed slowly. In her poor condition she wouldn't be able to fight so, if she could hear any presence nearby she could always find a way to escape quickly.

Only when she was standing up she noticed that she wasn't in her clothes. Instead she was wearing a very large white blouse with a ruffled collar and baggy white corsairs that were tied around her knees and waist by perfectly white strings.

She didn't have time to look around for her original clothes so she decided to silently exit the room. Opening the door, Calysta made a frown when she heard it creaking open to her discontent. She stood still, using her animal hearing to listen to any other sounds.

She only heard the wind outside so she proceeded.

Her bare feet granted her additional silence to her every move, making it a plus for her to rush a bit throughout the castle. She found herself in the upper floor but no means to reach the bottom. She wondered the castle for what seemed to be an eternity until she ended up before a double door with a greenish wooden color. She crouched down, trying to hear any kind of sound but didn't spot anything so she decided to carefully open the door, finding what seemed to be a large dining room. There was a lovely table at the center with four huge red silk covered chairs. On the table, a glass of wine was standing, reflecting the light upon the surface of the table and, next to the glass, a large newspaper was laying down, neatly folded.

She was at a dead end but her curiosity and a secret need of reading took over her, making her close the door behind her and silently heading to the place where the newspaper was folded. She picked it up and unfolded it, turning the page with all silence she could. She sat down on the large, almost throne like chair, crossing her legs on the seat and beginning to read the first news.

It was about the dreaded man of her nightmares: Akainu. Apparently he had offered an interview and "kindly" answered every question that was asked by the media. She could feel her bile burn her throat at the thought of that horrific man.

Everything he had done to her was despicable and disgusting to her eyes.

Not only him but the whole Marine Corps.

Even after escaping and being a run-away for seventeen years, the marines never ceased to chase her down. She had managed to survive all that time, sometimes stumbling upon groups of marines but she easily dispatched them. Although unnerving the quick way they had fallen down she had managed to stay alive and constantly run away, living as a pirate.

As she continued to read the newspaper, her eyes began to feel heavy as a sudden tiredness took over her. Distracted by this sudden exhaustion she fell asleep on the chair, her head resting on the table, on top of the newspaper.

As the silver haired woman fell asleep, the swordsman stood on the other side of the room, casually leaning against it as he listened to Perona's nagging.

-She disappeared! – She stated, her grip around the small parasol tightening in frustration.

-She didn't disappear Perona. – Mihawk calmly answered receiving a confused look from the pink haired girl.

With that, he opened the door that lead to the dining room, revealing the petit figure of the silver haired woman, sleeping on the large throne like chair.

-How… when? – Her eyes widened more in confusion when she spotted the two orange ears at the top of her head. – What? - Upon this last remark, the swordsman looked at the curious figure that was Calysta. He was indeed intrigued by the animal like ears that she had now. – What is she doing wondering around this place!?

With that shriek, Calysta jumped from her seat, her eyes widening in shock as they fell upon the two people at the entrance, instantly recognizing the Shichibukai.

Calysta was officially fucked.

A/N:

New fanfic is out! :D

Well well well... We finally meet Mihawk xD

I've been wondering on how to develop this story but I've managed to do so :D be happy for me please.

Hello once again. Last time we had an adventure with Shanks and Alexis. Now we will jump on yet ANOTHER adventure with one more OC and another One Piece character: the swordsman, Dracule Mihawk.

As you all know, and like I always write on my fanfics, I do not own One Piece!

Only Calysta :D