Chapter 1

Character Appearances: Zoro, Mihawk, Shanks, Perona (Mentioned only)

Words: 1386

Rating: K+

Warning: One swear word.

Disclaimers: I don't own One piece. Never had, never will.

In this chapter, Shanks has yet to lose his arm and straw hat, since him and Luffy's fateful encounter will only happen four years later. The ages are as following:

Dracule Mihawk: 27

Zoro: 5

Shanks: 23

Perona: A few months

Why did Zoro always insist on training at noon?

Nap times shouldn't have been much of a problem, what with Zoro's tendency of falling asleep at the most unlikely of moments. But if there was one thing his stubborn green haired son loved more than napping , it was training. There was no logical way for Mihawk to get the boy to stop training, save for pulling out Yoru. The World's Greatest Swordsman wished that Zoro would just train in the morning and tire himself out for his afternoon nap. That would be the ideal situation.

But of course, nothing goes the way you want it to in the Grand Line.

Unfortunately.

Instead his son would trudge back to his room around ten (not without getting lost) which was much too late for a child his age. The boy would then proceed to sleep like the dead, waking up at Eleven in the morning. He would stretch, take a bath, have a late breakfast, then went straight out to train, starting the cycle all over again. Well, not this time. Mihawk was determined to get his son to nap, even if it meant knocking him out using the flat side of his blade.

He watched his son slash at a log using nothing but a simple dagger, and felt a swell of pride as he watched Zoro completely obliterate the wooden hunk. Looking up, he saw that the sun was slowly but surely starting to rise. The World's Greatest Swordsman shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, the sun was at it's zenith, and Zoro was gone. Mihawk sighed as he looked around.

When the sun was up that was when it truly went down.

Thankfully, Perona had gone to sleep half an hour ago.

In one of the castle's many rooms, a small green haired boy was crouching under a bed. Zoro gave a grin as he continued to shield himself from his daddy's Haki using his own. He knew that the idea that he might actually be hiding in his own room would not cross his daddy's mind! But now he was bored. Apart from the waves of Haki he was releasing, he couldn't really do anything while in hiding.

Zoro took out his dagger and started carving drawings into the stone floor. His daddy didn't like it when he did that. By the time his Daddy found out though, there was not a single brick left in Zoro's room that hadn't been carved into at some point. So Zoro figured, one more carved brick wouldn't hurt.

He drew himself holding a really big Katana and a yukata. Perona was there too, with long long hair and holding her teddy bear. Next was Daddy, who was holding Yoru and wearing a cape. There was still some space left in the brick, so he squeezed in Uncle Shanks, making his hair and beard even longer than they were in reality. He looked so small compared to the others. Behind them was a dramatic sunrise and the ocean. Zoro grinned.

Perfect.

The green haired Boy yawned. Where was his daddy now he wondered? Maybe he was looking for him in the training room right now. Zoro wished his daddy would just give up already. Then he could train again. He was feeling very sleepy, but he mustn't fall asleep. Zoro pat his cheeks and blinked rapidly to keep from falling asleep.

Still, he could at least lay his head on his arms.

Zoro's eyes slowly started to close. Each time he opened them they became even heavier. Soon the little boy was softly snoring, curled up into a ball under his bed. Something blocked the shaft of light that came through. It was a pair of shoes. Mihawk's shoes, to be specific.

The man couched down and carefully, so Zoro would not wake, pulled the boy out of his hiding place. He carried the boy like he was a water balloon ready to burst, and laid his green haired son on the bed gently. At that moment Zoro cracked open an eye. Mihawk froze.

His son gave a yawn as he looked at Mihawk drowsily. "...No goodnight kiss?" He half yawned. His father sighed and, in a rare show of affection, pecked his son on the forehead. Only then did the boy fall asleep, hands holding fistfuls of his dark green blanket.

There was suddenly a bright flash of light behind him and the tell tale click of a camera. Whirling around, Mihawk saw Shanks grinning like the idiot he was, holding a camera. Mihawk felt his left eye twitch involuntarily as his hand slowly moved towards the hilt of his sword.

"Red Hair..." Mihawk growled, his infamous hawk eyes flashing dangerously. Said man did not look fazed. In fact, his grin grew even wider, if that was possible.

"So you do have a heart, don't you Hawky?" Shanks chirped in a high pitched sing song voice that always got on Mihawk's nerves. The pirate gleefully waved the offending photo around. "That's good, we were starting to doubt that! Besides, this place is already creepy enough with the humandrills, dead trees and random flashes of lightning, we can't possibly squeeze your own gloom and doom into it without ghosts moving i-"

"Give me that Camera, and GET OUT." Mihawk growled, interrupting the Pirate's sentence. He couldn't afford to let Shanks keep such an embarrassing photo of him.

Instead of complying, the Yonkou cradled the snail close to his chest, a look of horror on his face. "No way! I'm not handing Taka over! You'll probably slice him in half or something!"

Mihawk, who had already gotten into a battle stance, faltered. "...Taka? You named that Goddamn snail? After me of all things?" Shanks nodded enthusiastically, seemingly not noticing Mihawk's distaste.

"Yep! He even looks like you! See?" Now that Mihawk had the time to truly look at the offending animal, he saw that said snail had been obnoxiously styled to look like him, to every last detail. The snail had his eyes, his mustache, his beard, and even a little black hat. Shanks gave a roar of laughter as he saw Takai and Mihawk glare at each other ferociously.

"Hand me that Snail Red Hair." The Shichibukai was rapidly losing patience, that Shanks could see. He was already pulling out Yoru. Shanks needed to do something, fast. Or else he might lose an arm. That would suck.

"Ah! Zoro! Did I wake you up? I'm sorry!" Hawkeye whirled around, just as Shanks expected. The Yonkou ran for it before Mihawk could realize that Zoro was still asleep.

A millisecond head start was enough.

"SHANKS!" Mihawk roared as he chased the Pirate through the halls. Though he made sure to close the bedroom door first, so as not to disturb Zoro's nap. The sound of Mihawk's devastating attacks and Shanks hysterical cackles filled the hall.

And in his room, the green haired boy smiled, lost in his dreams.

In this story at least, Cameras are like Den Den Mushis with buttons on their shells. Unlike Den Den Mushis though, they lack the ability to sense emotions or take appearances. Instead, they can be custom painted and given props to match whoever the owner wants to. In Shank's case, Mihawk.

I realized I sucked in making a full fledge story. But I so loved the idea of the Hawk family so much that I decided to dump all my ideas and one shots here. The characters are OOC, which is to be expected. I'm not a very good writer (Not that the bad grammar wasn't clue enough)