HI, this is a story I've been thinking about, so tell me what you think
*note: the only thing in character about this is the fact Mihawk is the greatest swordsman still, so this is very OOC, and this is dark and twisted straight from my sick little mind
As golden orbs stared into the mirror, he thought. He thought about what happen in the past month, how he ended up where he was. As he looked into the mirror he saw a man, a man tore between the hands of a king and the love of his family. He was his love, even when forced, he was his love. Even if he screamed, he was his love. In that mirror, he saw the greatest, the greatest alive, and he thought. If weren't the greatest, would I be here?
He thought harder and harder, then a tear fell from his golden orbs. He touched the mirror with his fingertips, is she okay, my baby? He slid down to the floor and thought about his miracle baby. He shook of tears and looked back at the mirror. Once stood a man of honor, power, pride, the greatest. Now stood a man of used, broken, battered.
He did it for her life's sake, and if he had a chance to change it, you better belive he would go through the hell all over a damn again. He looked back i to the mirror and smiled, he did it for his baby and fuck that bastard, he did it for her.