The Scrap Heap: One Piece Edition
A/N: I don't know why I'm bothering to post these when no one knows about these characters? But I've actually managed to write SOMETHING, so why the hell not?
And this is probably so Out of Character, I don't even... This is such a horrible thing... Why am I even? No clue, but enjoy the ANGST.
Yes, Angst. Angsty Fluff at the end, featuring Mihawk and a nameless woman. Those of you who know me, or Roleplay with my characters knows what's actually going on here and this might be like a kick in the balls, but... Ugh. I don't know.
Also, my Headcanon of Mihawk is that he's more Romanian than Spanish, so for anyone that doesn't like seeing Mihawk as anything but Spanish (I don't care if you think he's spanish because of that flare, but if you're going to complain without proof from Oda himself to back this up, please don't bother. I don't mind discussions and debates, but flamey-remarks will be used to fuel Ace's rage-fueled quest to kill BlackBeard...or maybe a revenge-quest for Marco, who knows) please DO NOT READ THIS.
And yeah, as I've mentioned, Mihawk is probably totally OoC, but this is also set before he becomes a big bad Shichibukai Lord (like, 20+ years before canon), and was spawned... somehow.
Last note, translations are at the bottom, and I own nothing but this terrible, terrible idea and my own Muses (there will be others where the child survives, which effectively makes it AU, but for now, you can think of this as AU/Canon, whatever).
...I seriously have no idea how this even happened, though. So IDK, do whatevers, I guess. The next one...might be just as bad, or it might be better. Who knows. Stick around and see I guess.
Oh, and before I forget:
WARNING: ANGST, FLUFF, AND DEAD BABIES.
That is all.
Scrap 001. Heart Story (Rated T/T+ for Angst and a bit of cursing)
A dark haired woman grieved, clearly broken by the news she had been given.
In the doorway, Mihawk stood still, unsure of just what to do. Should he comfort her? Would she even want to see him after such a…. such a horrible event had occurred?
Hands fisted tightly and jaw clenched, the not yet infamous man resisted the urge to do….something. To smash something, to scream, to….to cry, to demand that she went back to the way she'd been before, damnit!
She'd been such a strong woman for as long as he'd known her. So fiery, so full of life… And to think, she'd been reduced to… to this. To even humor the notion that it might've even been his fault that she'd become this way…
He didn't know what to do.
He hated to think that it could even remotely be possible that it was his fault. That it could be his fault that she was… that she was like this, that he had caused such grief and sorrow….
He almost couldn't bear to face her now. And the thought of a life, the life of his child (a daughter, supposedly, which only somehow made it all just so much worse) being snuffed out before it even had the chance to live…
Dracule Mihawk was an intimidating man, but even in such a situation, the timid and portly doctor could pull up the courage to rest a hand on the taller (much taller) man's shoulder in sympathy and condolence.
Losing a child was always a terrible feeling, especially a first born, after all.
He could only hope that the relatively young couple would be able to pull themselves together. At least to offer comfort to each other, if not to grieve together. Dracule Mihawk wasn't exactly a (completely) heartless man, after all…
The softly offered condolence only seemed to make things worse, however, as Mihawk nodded numbly, still not quite believing of the situation. He'd arrived just in time for his lover's birth, only to find out...this.
He almost wished the man hadn't spoken, however, as a soft hiccup met his sharp hearing, followed by a sniffle, and a soft, almost broken wine colored eyes met his.
"Dracule…" the woman offered a watery smile. His heart hurt, something he never would have thought possible before the once formidable woman. (Another piece of his heart shattered at the way she attempted to pull herself together, despite the obvious pain she was feeling -not only from the childbirth, but from the loss of her -their- firstborn, as well.)
"..." Even though he'd meant to speak, to say something… His throat refused to work. Something twisted inside him at the humorless little lopsided smile she wore.
"I guess you heard, huh?" she laughed softly, bitterly at this strange turn in direction. The world could be so cruel…
And still Mihawk couldn't speak, couldn't move.
"...Sorry," she whispered, eyes closing to hide the intense sense of sorrow (postpartum depression wasn't helping, either, though neither man or woman knew that). Either ignorant or purposely ignoring the tears that spilled.
Finally, his body moved. Taking first one step, then another. An arm reaching out before he could even think about it, to wipe away the tears that, had he had the chance to properly think about, would have caused the man intense discomfort.
"Dragostea mea," he murmured, as if it could make things better. "Iubita mea," he almost huffed, normally sharp eyes soft as he gathered the woman he had loved -still loved, if he could even admit it to himself- into his arms.
"Te voi iubi mereu," he promised, "This doesn't change anything," he whispered fiercely, "Esti speciala," he told her, saying the things he could never say in public, that he would never speak in the common language (He was fucking Dracule Mihawk, after all), in the less known language of his homeland. All those things he could never openly say to her, to anyone. Even if it was just to make himself feel better about it. After all, it wasn't like he could say such sappy things in the open (even if she had that way of flustering him, somehow, regardless). Besides… "Inima mea iti apartine," he continued.
Even if he hadn't meant for it to happen. Even if it had all started as curiosity, and a vivid attraction that may or may not have been instigated by alcohol… "Mi-ai furat inima…" he whispered.
Love had a way of overcoming almost anything. Love had no rhyme or reason, and it could hurt just as much as it helped. But love was stronger than death.
They were stronger than death.
And sappy as it might have sounded…
Love would find a way.
Iubirea ca moartea e de tare. Nimic peste putintã la dragoste se-ntelege…
Translations:
Dragostea mea - My Love
Iubita mea - My Beloved
Te voi iubi mereu - I will always love you
Esti speciala - You are special
Inima mea iti apartine - My heart belongs to you
Mi-ai furat inima - You stole my heart
Iubirea ca moartea e de tare - Love is as strong as Death / Love is stronger than Death
Nimic peste putintã la dragoste se-ntelege - Love will Find a way / Nothing's Impossible for Love / Love can overcome anything
End Note: I'm pretty sure no one else is going through a romanian phase (as far as I know), but either way, I'm pretty sure those translations are correct, but who knows, with the internet? I cross-checked a few sites especially for Romanian phrases for this, and yes, dead baby. Stillborn, and considering the technology in the One Piece world, there's probably not much that could've been done to begin with. I like to think the baby was lost due to an accident that happened (Mihawk will probably never settle down anywhere but that beautifully dreary little castle of his), and since this is before his Shichibukai years, who knows.
I left the blurb for the end since I doubt most people would be interested anyway. (Do any of you even read the beginning notes, let alone the bottom?)
As for those in the know, yuuup, dead 'lucia, she died. Or technically, was never born. I like to think this is closer to canon!verse, but then who would bring the creepy cute animals to his island? (I still headcanon that it's all Alucia's fault). As for the woman... well, she still has no name, but I'd be willing to accept some suggestions, even if might not use them -or any.
IDK, who knows. I'll probably post something else more OC-oriented for the next scrap (I've got quite a few written, it's more an issue of picking what to post), but I don't really want to post something else that's dark... who knows, maybe if people are interested. This scrap heap will probably mostly be for story stuff I'll either never post, or wouldn't work as part of the series (like Lucy dying before she's even born, derp?) I'm such a horrible, horrible person...
If I ever end up posting chibi!Hawk's story, and you all read/remember this scrap... I'll probably get stoned to death.
Oh well. C'est la Vie.