Hey lovelies!

So I'm gonna post the second chapter real quick. Now, I think most of these chapters won't be super long, since the beginning is going to be mostly cute little moments.

Disclaimer:
I do not own One Piece, Eiichiro Oda does (surprise surprise)
Characters might be a little OOC
I like cookies

Please enjoy chapter two :3

That awkward moment, when there is no candy in the van. -someone on the magical interwebs

Chapter 1: I want to be just like daddy

Dracule Mihawk's eyes sluggishly opened and he brought a hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He hadn't slept this well in ages. A few months ago Nami had fully grasped the art of not doing what she was told and at the same time wandering off to all the unreachable places in his castle. The past few nights he had been constantly woken up by clattering or banging of things falling or opening when Nami would go on one of her nightly adventures. He tried locking the door, but somehow she always got out. He didn't know how she got out and quite honestly, he didn't think he wanted to. In even her youngest years she had shown to be an exceptionally smart child and was a fast learner at everything. She was only four and already had she taken up the hobby of reading every single book in his giant library.

Mihawk got out of his bed, feeling refreshed and much better after a full eight hours of sleep. He chuckled slightly as he picked up one of Nami's stray dolls. It had long midnight black hair and deep red eyes that gave the doll a rather eerie vibe. Mihawk had never been good at girly stuff or anything else like that, so he tended to buy rather creepy stuff for his little girl. Nami however didn't seem to care, in fact the doll in his hands was one of her favourites and after all, she was living in a giant creepy castle. He carefully placed the doll on his night stand and dressed in his usual attire. Another thing he was rather crappy at, clothing. He had gotten his clothing over the years and hadn't bothered to change it much. When he would go to a clothes store he would hand over Nami to a shop keeper and specify to not make her look all frilly and pink. He rather not have his daughter walking around like a little pink princess doll, he did of course have a certain image to uphold.

Mihawk closed the large wooden door of his bedroom and stalked through the dimly lit hall and over to the large door on which a small little name tag hung on the door. The name tag had Nami's name written in swirly letters and two small dark red roses painted on it. He opened the door slightly and peeked into the room. Her room was the only thing that he himself had chosen and made –which was very obvious-. She had a large white Victorian style bed with deep red bed sheets, which was placed against the large window that covered half of the wall, that had large Bordeaux red curtains, tied together by a golden rope. The walls were another shade of dark red with golden detailing and the floor were dark brown wooden planks. A golden chandelier hung from the roof that illuminated the room in a soft yellow glow. She had a large dark brown clothes closet, a desk with a map of the world hung above it and many toys scattered around the room.

Mihawk took silent steps as he approached the bed, "Nami, it's time to wake up," he said in a semi hushed tone.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers back slightly, "Nami?" he looked at the empty pillow. "Crap," he muttered and jumped out of the bed.

He knew she was actually pretty capable, but with all the recent want for adventure she tended to end up in all kinds of trouble. She had gotten stuck between a narrow secret passage way, one of his armour statues had almost fallen on her and when she decided to take a walk a horde of those gorillas almost attacked her. He wasn't taking any more risks and he sprinted towards the library on the second floor.

"Nami! Where are you?" he shouted looking between the large bookshelves.

Not seeing her he dashed towards the dining room, in which he again found nothing, as well as in the kitchen, the living room and the back garden. He dragged his hand through his hair as he stopped in front of the library again. He had made a full round around the house in a record time and found nothing. He had checked all the room except for..., his eyes widened as he raced up the stairs to the third floor.

Mihawk hardly ever felt true fear. Sure he had been quite scared a few times before in his life, but what he saw when he swung the door to his weapon and training room open, he could have sworn his blood ran cold. Sitting at the far end of the room was his little girl, standing on her toes, trying hard to get a hold of his Yoru (Yoru is Mihawk's sword). She managed to get a hold of it, but due to its massive size and weight, she could not hold it and the sword tipped over. Time seemed to slow down and Nami's eyes widened in fear. Mihawk used his enhanced speed to reach her as fast as he could and just as the blade was about to fall on her, he shielded her with his body. The sword fell on his back as he wrapped his arms protectively around Nami. The blade sliced in his back and fell to the floor. Mihawk gritted his teeth as the blade hit him and squeezed Nami into his chest. The sword made a clattering noise as it hit the ground and he let out a sigh of relief.

He ignored the pain from his back and pushed Nami back slightly so he could see her face, "Nami! What were you doing?! Didn't I tell you to NEVER play with my swords! You could have gotten seriously hurt!" he said with a stern, yet worried look on his face.

Thick tears rolled out of Nami's eyes as she clutched onto her father's coat, "D-daddy, I-I'm sorry," she said between hiccups and sniffles.

His face relaxed as he pulled her once again against his chest, "Silly girl, don't scare me like that," he said as he gently stroked her hair.

Nami sobbed harder into his chest, but suddenly stopped and pushed him away, "Daddy you're hurt," she said as she ran around to look at his back.

"That doesn't matter, it's just a scratch, daddy will be fine," he said as he stood up.

"No you're not okay! I read in one of your medical books that it should be treated or it'll get infected!" she said with tears still brimming in her eyes.

Mihawk chuckled slightly as he took her into his arms, "Your way to smart you know."

She pouted and wrapped her arms around her father's neck, "I'm serious daddy! You are hurt!"

"Well as punishment for playing with my weapons, how about you wrap me up?" he said walking towards the kitchen.

Nami nodded vigorously and jumped out of his grip as they entered the kitchen. She took one of the chairs and climbed on top of it to reach the top cupboard, where she knew they always kept the first aid kit. Mihawk plopped himself on one of the other chairs and waited for Nami to scramble back down and run towards him. She opened the box and took out some gauze, alcohol cleansing pads and antiseptic. Mihawk took his coat of and turned his back towards his little daughter.

She put some antiseptic on a cleansing pad and sat on a chair towards his back, "This might sting a little daddy," she mumbled as she started cleaning his wound.

The little stinging sensation was nothing to Mihawk, but he felt something gnawing at him, "Hey, how do you know all this stuff chipmunk?"

She pouted at the silly nickname that he had given her and continued cleaning his wound, "I learned it by reading a medical book in the library," she said as she took another cleansing pad.

He frowned, "And how much time do you exactly spend reading in your library?"

She shrugged slightly, "Most of the day, I'm reading a really nice book on navigation now," she said excitedly.

His frown deepened, "Would you…. maybe like me to spend some more time with you?" he said hesitantly.

He always knew that he would never really be the best parent, but seeing his little four year old daughter cleaning wounds like she had done it many times before made him realize something. When Nami had learned to walk and talk, he had been focusing on his sword fighting much more. She would usually just run around the castle or go to the library and sit there until he came to find her. She was alone most of the time, there weren't any other children on the island either.

She paused for a moment and looked at her feet, "W-would you want to play with me more?" she said, it was barely a whisper.

His eyes widened and he pulled her onto his lap, "Off course, you are my little girl."

Her eyes light up and she hugs him tightly around the chest, "Really daddy?! You will? Does that mean we can go out in the woods? Or can I pleeeeeaaaseeee~ learn about your swords," she asks with sparkles in her eyes.

Mihawk let out a rambling laugh as he hugged her back, "We can do all of that EXCEPT the swords part. After today you're not going anywhere near them."

She pouted and gave her best puppy eyes, "But daddy, I also want to do the cool sword things you do!"

He lets out another laugh and he ruffled her orange hair, "You will get to learn it, but only when you are older!"

"Really? But when I learn it, I want to be just like you daddy!"

There you have it :3! I thought it was rather cute! I hope you did too!

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XOXOXOXO Cherry