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Mihawk was going home. After a few years away, he had thought that he could never come back, in return for sending money every month. Unfortunately for him, in the last note his mother sent him was a truly disturbing message.
I'm pregnant.
That was all it said, and Mihawk was forced to come home to see his new sibling. His parents were ridiculous excuses for parents, alcoholics, gamblers and immature children. He would have to ask a neighbor to make sure they didn't kill the kid by accident. Great, another mouth to feed. Of course there was no guarantee that the kid was even Mihawk's full brother since his mother had no problem getting around. Perhaps he could convince them to give it away. They probably were going to anyway. Raising one kid was difficult enough, they were lucky that Dracule was such a quiet child.
His hometown looked exactly the same. The only difference was that now the shop vendors, who used to smile, give him free snacks or scold him, were carefully avoiding his gaze. It made sense of course, Dracule Mihawk's name was quickly becoming infamous. Especially the fights that he had with Red-hair Shanks. Mihawk quickly swept through the town and arrived at his parent's house. The broken steps, cracked windows and overall shabbiness of the house hadn't changed, the only thing that had changed was his mother running out to him in tears.
"Dracule! Do something!" She screeched at him. Even outside he could hear the wailing. "Your father went somewhere or the other and told me to deal with it. Why don't you take it and find someone to give it to!" His mother suggested. Although that was Mihawk's original suggestion, it felt odd hearing it out loud.
"I'll do something about it," Mihawk said, His mother nodded and went in search of his father. He wondered why he kept coming home to help his parents. They certainly didn't deserve it. He supposed it was because he felt a sense of responsibility for them. He wasn't the type to just desert something without a good reason to. He found it on the floor, with scratches from rolling on a ground that had nails sticking up all over. Mihawk picked the kid up and the crying began to cease.
The baby boy had judging eyes, as if he were trying to determine if Mihawk was a threat. Mihawk, on the other hand, was too busy trying patch the kid up. There were scratches and even a few bruises on the baby's body. After he was done, the kid began to raise his arms above him, grabbing ahold of his big brother's hair and pulling.
"Let go, stupid child." But the kid continued to pull, almost amused by the pain he was causing. Mihawk concluded that the kid was probably only his half-brother. The baby lacked his father's eyes, the golden orbs that many had christened 'hawk-eyes'. "You're lucky," Mihawk said, "at least you only have one idiot parent." In response, the baby tugged one last time before letting go of his hair.
Mihawk wondered vaguely what the kid's name was, even though he was sure that his parents hadn't even thought to name the thing. What was a common name around? Perhaps Leo? How ironic, the lion and the hawk.
"Leo?" Mihawk tried. The baby scrunched up his face in disgust, before grabbing Mihawk's hand and chewing on his thumb. Mihawk spent the next few minutes trying out names, to no avail.
"It's still here?" A voice asked from the doorway. It was his father, Mihawk stood up and glared at the man. The baby's grip tightened slightly.
"Does he have a name?" Mihawk asked.
"What? I certainly didn't name the bastard," his father said. It seemed Mihawk and his father both came to the same conclusion about the baby's genealogy.
"The mid-wife named it, hold on," his mother said, looking for the birth certificate. The baby began to cry again. His father got up and grabbed the baby before Mihawk could react.
"Quiet!" He screamed at it. Which, unsurprisingly, did not help. Mihawk grabbed the baby before his father could hurt him. The baby kept crying and crying.
"Make it stop!" His mother screamed.
"When was the last time you fed him?" Mihawk asked. The lack of an answer was answer enough. Ten minutes later his mother was feeding him and complaining.
"Well, here, the name. It was the name of her grandfather," his mother said. Mihawk grabbed the paper and squinted his eyes at it.
"Trafalgar?" He asked, "Trafalgar Mihawk." He liked it, the name suited him. After Trafalgar was done feeding, he lifted his arms toward his big brother who immediately grabbed a hold of him.
He looked at his parents who were fighting about the money they had left. Trafalgar couldn't stay here. Mihawk would have to give him to someone else, a quiet adoption would be a good idea.
"Mehhhhh," Trafalgar said, gripping onto Mihawk's vest. He looked up at his big brother with trusting eyes. Before Mihawk could fully understand what he was doing, his feet began to move on its own.
"Where are you going?" His mother screamed. Mihawk just kept walking with his little brother in his arms. He knew that he couldn't give his brother up now. He had to figure something out, but he would protect his little brother. He had to.
How do you like it so far? I tried to keep Mihawk in character, not too big brother mushy stuff. Anyway I'm working on a future-esque chapter now and it's almost done. It doesn't even have Mihawk in it but he is mentioned. Heehee. Anyway, please read and review! Thank you to thakidisbac, Your-Friend-On-The-Other-Side and Trishia [your request is currently being worked on ;)] for reviewing! Feel free to do so again, as many times as you want! Enjoy!