A/N: I thought of this fic awhile ago when they told me that we were going to have a Hoolahoop contest. I ran to my evil cousin to teach me how to use the Hoolahoop and stuff like that.

Sorry for writing crap. TT_TT

"Uh... excuse me... what?" Shanks found himself dumbfounded. One day he was happily drinking beer then suddenly someone comes to him with a wild intention.

"Teach me how to use the Hoolahoop." The greatest swordsman, no other than the man named Dracule Mihawk, would go down to a man and ask him to teach him how to use a hoolahoop.

"Okay, I'll do you a favor of slapping you to get you back in to your senses." Shanks raised his arm ready to hit the man's cheek as hard as he could.

"Look, I'm in big trouble here. You're the only one, let me repeat, the only fucking one, who should know that I'm asking you to teach me this crap. There are going to be games at the marines' Christmas party this coming... well Christmas of course." Mihawk sighed.

Shanks was about to open his mouth but Mihawk glared at him.

"Don't ask why I didn't refuse. I'm answering already. It's because of that stupid Garp. He blackmailed me."

Shanks was about to speak again, but knowing that Mihawk is Mihawk, he cut him again.

"Don't you dare ask what blackmail material he used to make me come to that freaking Christmas party." Mihawk sat down on one of the chairs opposite to Shanks before groaning and dropping his head down in defeat.

"I have to thank the annoying snake-woman for this. She told me the games that would take place since she was one of the hosts." Mihawk then slowly crept his hands up his hair. "She told me that there would be egg-catching and other stuffs... but the thing I couldn't take was... THE HOOLAHOOP CONTEST! If they find out that me of all the people can't use the hoolahoop then my reputation and pride would be destroyed!" Mihawk pulled his hair out as far as he could.

Shanks blinked at him. Then he looked up the sky just to check if the world was already ending. "You do know that you can spin the hoolahoop around your arm right?" Shanks asked.

Mihawk was silent for a few seconds. The man turned his head away from Shanks's eyes. "I know."

Shanks really didn't understand what the man meant. Then suddenly, realization struck him hard. "You mean you can't spin it around you-"

"YES! YES! I DON'T! DON'T RUB IT ON MY FACE!" Mihawk bawled on to Shanks while banging his fist on the table.

Shanks planned on teasing the poor hawk when he got here and asked him how to use a hoolahoop. But seeing the man be in so much tribulation made Shanks feel very crummy for him. With a new notion on Mihawk, Shanks tapped the raven's shoulder.

"Sorry about that shit earlier." Shanks grinned, "I'll help you my friend!"

Mihawk put the ring around his arm and breathed heavily. His arm went tense and he tried to move it in a circular motion. Some kind of magic happened and the hoolahoop rotated out of his arm.

"Okay... I don't think I know how to deal with your problem." Shanks droned softly. Mihawk grabbed him by the collar and sent him a glare saying Help-me-or-I-will-skin-you-alive.

Shanks let out a sigh. "Look, it's because your muscled arm keeps getting tense whenever you're about to twirl the ring around it." Shanks then patted Mihawk's arm, "You have to relax whenever you spin the hoolahoop around your arm."

Shanks picked up the ring on the floor and put it around his arm. He slowly spun his arm in a circular motion, and so did the hoolahoop.

"See? It'll be easy if you relax!" Shanks laughed, then he rolled the ring to Mihawk. "Now give it a try!"

That was a useless demonstration dear Shanks. Why? Because the hoolahoop went flying again. "Okay, forget what I said." Shanks picked up his bag and started walking back home.

"WAH! NO! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" Mihawk ran and blocked Shanks's pathway. Then Shanks caught sight of Mihawk's waist.

"Wait, may I ask why you don't know how to spin the hoolahoop around your waist?" Shanks tilted his head.

"Well... it's because I never really used to twirl my hips and stuff..." Mihawks answered innocently.

"Mihawk."

"What?"

"I think you'll do better on Waist-Hoolahoop-ing."

A few weeks later, Shanks read a little something on the newspaper.

'Winner of the hoolahoop contest, Dracule Mihawk. Was able to spin the hoolahoop around his waist for an hour.'

Shanks sniffed and wiped a bit of the tears the formed in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you Mihawk."