Author's Note: (Please Read)


Hey there Lovelies!

Sorry for not updating for a while XO! I have been really busy and lazy at the same time. I am not sure if I will be able to update next chapter fast (probably not). But I am sorry for the long wait.

KEEP IN MIND! Nami is around seven nearly eight in this chapter!

Warning:
I do not own One Piece, the all mighty lord of Anime does ;p
Characters might be a little OOC
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ALSO! Important if you did not understand any of the hints I left in the story, be sure to read the ending author note!

I hope you enjoy this chapter and, again, sorry for the long wait!


"I have to go where?!" Nami exclaimed in shock.

Mihawk frowned and scanned over the paper once more, "It seems like it. Apparently all children must attend school five days a week," he said and sighed.

Nami gawked at him and grabbed the paper, "But that makes no sense! I don't need to go to school, I am smarten than most adults! I am even smarter than you. And why do they only say it now," she said and puffed in annoyance.

"Hey, you are not smarter than me you little chipmunk! And the reason they only now mentioned it is because no one knew I actually had a daughter, until I mentioned it at my last Shichibukai meeting," he mumbled.

Nami glared at him, "So the reason I have to go to school is your fault," she said and narrowed her eyes.

Mihawk shrugged, "Not really, you were supposed to go to school anyway," he said and took a sip of his wine.

"So that means I have to go to school now?" Nami asked with a solemn expression.

He sighed and petted her head, "I am afraid so, but I might be able to talk to the school principle about something, seeing you are actually much smarter than most kids," he said and a glimmer of hope sparked in Nami's eyes.

"Really?! Thank you daddy!" she said and hugged him.

He chuckled slightly and ruffled her hair, "I thought you were all about reading and learning new things."

She looked up at him and gave him a look, "Yea, when I can just read alone. Not with other children," she said.

"Well for now you will have to attend a day of school. They have already sent a school uniform. You will be attending the primary school on the next island," he said and took out a box that came with the letter.

Nami scrunched her nose up at the box, as if smelling something bad, and hesitantly took the box. "Am I supposed to try it on?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

He nodded and went to fetch a pair of scissors, "Yes, just to see if it fits," he said and poked the blade in the tape of the box.


Nami glared at her reflection and tugged at the sleeves of her jumper. She did not like this one bit.

"You now, actually you look quite cute," Mihawk said and straightened her skirt.

The school uniform that she had to wear consisted of a white blouse, which she kept untucked out of her skirt, a baby yellow jumper, that was a little too big for her making it slightly baggy and the sleeves go over her hands. The black pleated skirt came just over her thigh and her black socks reached her knees. She had put on a pair of dark red all stars and her dad had put her hair in pigtails so that should could see what it looked like all put together. She admitted that it did not look really bad, it was just that she was not used to having these kinds of clothes on. She always wore her white summer dress and a pair of combat boots. Shorts or jeans once in a while, but nothing different from that. She brought her hand up to her necklace, a habit she always had when she was uncertain of things, and rubbed circles on the cross with her thumb.

"Do I really have to go?" she said hesitantly.

Mihawk sighed and crouched down to her level, "I am afraid you do have to. But it's only one day for now until I talk with them. You never know, maybe you'll make a few nice friends," he said trying to lift her spirit.

Nami shrugged and looked at the ground, "Maybe," she mumbled.

Nami had always wanted friends and she did have them, but they were all adults who she met via her father. She was rather afraid to be honest, she did not know how to act around other children. She would much rather just stay home.

"Hey come on Nemi. I promise you it will be okay. You are really sweet and fun, I can assure that you will make friends," he said and kissed the top of her head.

A small smile tugged at her lips and she looked up, "My name is Nami," she giggled and playfully stomped his arm.

Mihawk smiled and took her hand, "Hey tell you what. Because this was a little my fault, we will eat your favourite food," he said.

"That I will have to cook because you suck," she pointed out and followed him to the kitchen.

"Hey you are the one that did not want a cook," he said with a scowl.


Nami took deep breaths as she stood in front of the class room. She could see quite a lot of children busily running around the room before when the teacher explained some things to her. Her father had dropped her off at school and had promised her once again that she would fine. She had triple checked she was wearing her cross pendant, she didn't quite feel complete with it. She heard the teacher signal her to walk to walk in, so she took one last big breath and put on her most casual face she could muster.

She opened the class room door and walked up to the front of the class, "H-Hello, my name is Nami Taka Dracule. It's nice to meet you all and I hope you will take care of me," she said hastily and bowed.

She tried hard to ignore all the whispers the children said behind their hands. The class was rather big, consisting of 50 students in total. All in the age groups of six to eleven. They had all to be crammed into one group since there weren't that much children on the island and there were also only a few teachers. She saw the teacher point at the back of the class where there was an empty table. She nodded and fast walked to her seat and plopped down on it. The moment she was out of the sight of most of the children she let the huge blush spread over her face and tried to hide it behind her hair. She still heard all kinds of kids whisper, but one comment stood out.

"Hehe, she has to sit next to the weird kid," a girl whispered to the girl next to her.

Nami frowned and looked up. Next to her, at the window seat, was boy with a very large hat that covered most of his face. She could still see his grey eyes from under the hat, that had dark circles under them. He did look a little peculiar, but not weirder than some others. He was rather interesting in her eyes actually. The boy then turned and looked her right in the eye. She flinched and quickly turned to the board. He had caught her staring, not a really good first impression. She tried hard to listen to what the teacher was saying, but all of it was so boring! She had learned all of this years before. She let out a sigh and looked over the class room. Most of the kids looked normal and not all to exciting, but she still didn't feel comfortable around them.

"Nami! I know it is your first day, but you should pay attention!" the teacher suddenly shouted at her.

Nami flinched and looked up at the frowning teacher, "U-Uhm sorry sir, it's just that I already know all of this," she stammered.

The teacher's eyes narrowed, "Oh really now? Well fine if you now all of this why don't you come to the board and solve this question," he said wrote a long formula on the board from his book.

Nami stood up from her seat and walked up to the front of the class. She picked up the white chalk and started to write down the solution with ease. The class looked with wide eyes as she finished the problem in mere seconds, even the teacher had his mouth ajar.

"W-Well fine then, get back to your seat," the teacher said sternly after secretly checking the answer book.

Nami took walked back to her seat and glanced back to the boy next to her. He was staring at her with his rather droopy eyes. She furrowed her brows and stared back at him. He was a few years older than her, probably one of the oldest. They kept staring at each other for several minutes, until he turned away and started fiddling with something in a box. She frowned and turned back to the front of the class. The boy was indeed a little weird, but she did not feel uncomfortable around him.

The chime of the school bell signalled the end of the class and Nami stood up slowly. She waited patiently until all the other kids had run out of the class and made her way to the little field outside the school. In the corner she saw the weird boy close behind her. She seated herself under a tree that provided some shade. She saw most of the girls huddled in groups, giggling and talking about what not and most of the boys run around. She caught the weird boy again and followed his movements. He crouched near the small pond and stuck his hands in it. After a while he pulled out a bright green frog from the pond and gave himself a proud grin. He then rummaged through his bag and pulled out a scalpel. Nami's eyes widened, why did he have that with him? With a swift motion the boy brought the knife down on the frog and cut its stomach open. The girls around him screamed and ran away from him.

"Teacher, teacher! He is doing it again! Make it stop!" a girl with blond hair shouted and ran towards one of the teachers.

Nami rolled her eyes, she had seen enough gory things back at her island. Not that she liked it, but she had learned not to scream about it. She kept on watching the boy dissect the frog, until a teacher walked up to him and demanded him to stop. The boy once again caught her stare and stood up, totally ignoring the teacher. She sighed and looked up at the sky. It was a clear and sunny day, but all she wanted was to go back to the gloominess of her home.

"Ew, did you like looking at that?" a voice sneered behind her suddenly.

Nami whipped her head around and eyed the girl standing in front of her. She was a little older than her and had a rather cocky expression on her face. "Sorry?" she asked.

The girl snorted, "I saw you looking at him while he was cutting open that frog. You must be a total creep like him," she sneered.

Nami frowned, "No I did not like it," she said quietly.

A boy walked up to her and frowned, "Well why did you look then?" he snorted.

Nami stood up and walked away from them. She did not want to pick a fight and to be completely honest, she was a little afraid of them.

"Hey don't ignore us!" a boy shouted and she felt herself pushed roughly to the ground.

Nami let out a cry of pain as her knee scraped over the stone. She quickly turned around and saw three boys looming over her. Each of them had a smug look on their face. Her breath stocked in fear and she stared wide eyed at the boys.

"You are such a freak! And what is up with your hair," he said and roughly pulled on her hair.

Nami winced in pain and tried to push him away, but another boy grabbed the other side of her hair and gave it a rough yank. "You probably think you are special because you are so smart, but you're not you clown haired freak!" the boy shouted in her face as tears started to brim in her eyes.

"Stop it, I didn't do anything to you," she pleaded and tried hard fight their iron grip.

"Your family is probably also really weird," the third boy snickered.

"They are! I saw her dad, he was a total creep!" one boy said and pulled on her hair again when she tried to struggle.

"No shut up!" Nami shouted and trashed around violently.

In the midst of her trashing her necklace suddenly flew out from under her jumper. The boys stopped and looked at it. "What is this?" the third boy questioned and held the pendent in his hand.

Nami's eyes widened and she tried to break free from the boys holding her back, "Don't touch it!" she growled out and glared daggers at him.

The boy sniggered and pulled it from her neck, "Why? Is it special to you?" he asked and inspected it.

Nami panicked, "Y-Yes! Please give it back," she pleaded.

The boy looked darkly at her and rose a brow, "Oh really now?" he said darkly and put the necklace on the stone ground. "It would be a shame then if I broke it," he sniggered and lifted his foot up.

"Please stop it!" Nami cried.

"We don't need any more weirdoes here," he said and brought his foot down.

"NOO!"


Mihawk let out a long sigh and closed his newspaper. It was awfully quiet without Nami in the house. Normally she would have come bouncing from the library by now, showing him something new she had learned. Before when he was younger he treasured the quiet, but now it felt deafening. He didn't like leaving her alone or letting her go to places without him. He would admit it, he was a little overprotective at times, but he couldn't help it. Even though she was already very independent and bright, she still was his little and he couldn't help but worry. He let out another sigh as he looked out of his window, he never thought he would so bored without he running through the house.

Suddenly the tell-tale sound of his Den Den Mushi went. He got up from his chair and picked it up. "Hello, Dracule Mihawk speaking," he said and listened to the 'phone'. His eyes widened and he nodded, "Yes I understand, I will be there right away," he said and grabbed his coat and sword.


Mihawk took long strides in the direction of the school, his stern look was plastered on his face. He followed the directions to the principal's office and once he saw the name tag on the door, he swung it open with much force. His eyes roamed the room and he spotted the small orange head sitting on of the chairs. He stalked up to her and swung his arms around her.

"Nami are you okay?" he said worriedly and pulled back so that he could see her face.

There was a roll of paper in her nose and her pigtails were sagged and messy. He looked down and saw a large wound on her knee. He frowned and his eyes caught her hand. It was balled up into a fist, her knuckles white.

"Nami what happened?" he asked softly.

She looked up at him with teary eyes and slowly opened her hand, "They broke it," she whispered and showed him the necklace.

The chain had snapped, but the pendant was still unscratched. Mihawk sighed and looked up at her face, "Hey don't worry, it's nothing we can't fix," he said and wiped away a tear rolling down her cheek.

The door behind them suddenly opened and a man stepped out. He shot a stern look at Nami and then turned to Mihawk, "Mister Dracule, please follow me," he said and gestured towards his office.

Nami stayed in her seat and stared at the floor. She could pick up bits and pieces of the conversation.

"Mister Dracule, your daughter violently picked a fight with three students and beat them up, this is not acceptable. We understand that it must be hard for her because it is her first day, but such behaviour is not normal," her principle ranted.

She scowled and clenched her fist around her necklace again, that was not what happened. After the boy had stomped on her necklace she had managed to wrench free and had swiftly punched him in the face. She had then kicked him and quickly picked her necklace up. The second boy had managed to hit her in the face, but she had easily punched and kicked all three of them after that. They had then ran off crying to the teacher and she had gotten all the blame. She didn't even beat them that bad. She knew this school thing was a bad idea.

She then picked up the deep voice of her father, but couldn't make out anything of it. She strained her ears, but it was no use. A sudden feminine scream resounded through the office and not a moment later her father stepped out. She rose an eyebrow at him.

He just flashed her a small grin and took her hand, "I talked to your principal and he agrees that it would be fine if you just got home schooled," he said and led her to the exit.

Nami frowned and quickly glanced back. Through the door opening she could see his office. His desk was cut in half and behind that the principal stood with his hair split through the middle and the most terror struck look on his face. Nami giggled and looked up at her father, who played it all off and acted as if nothing happened.

Mihawk led her out of the school and Nami spotted the weird boy again. She let go of her father's hand and ran over to him. When she ran closer she saw his clothes were slightly tattered and there was a little blood on his knuckles. She then glanced over at the tree behind them and saw three beaten up, but still alive boys.

Nami flashed the boy a big grin, "Next time, beat them double for me," she said and winked at the boy.

The boy stared at her and his the corners of his mouth twitched up, "No problem," he said softly and walked away.

Nami giggled and ran back to her father, who had his eyebrows raised. She shook her head and grabbed onto his hand again. "Just saying goodbye to someone," she said and pulled him towards the gates of the school.


Sorry for the million linebreaks in here! But I made little timeskips and this way it's clearer.

Also, now for the little things that need explaining!

First: Nami's middle name, Taka, actually means Hawk in Japanese. It's a very old name, but I wanted to add it ;)

Second: I don't exactly know if they have actual school in One Piece, but let's just imagine they do.

Third: Try to guess who the weird boy was in Nami's class. I think I left enough hints ;)

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