A/N: This chapter practically happens just after One Piece New Nakama New Dream's "Dracule Mihawk vs. Shorai Grillando". This means, after the next chapter, I can go back to updating New Dreams since the timeline is all sorted out! It's not often I say good news, is it? Read on and of course review!

Return of the Kings

6 Days Later

"Well, this is certainly peculiar." Mist said, staring down at his feet. "I wondered why I couldn't go straight into the temple." Underneath Mists feet was the ice covering the island that contained the Temple of the Kings. Mist turned to his companions who he had just transported: Shorai and Dracule Mihawk. Thrown over Shorai's shoulder was the limp body of Shanks.

"Mist, please take Shanks and Dracule." Shorai said, pulling a glove on his right hand.

"Where?" Mist raised an eyebrow, looking to his master.

"Up." Shorai simply said.

Mist nodded, pulling Mihawk and Shanks into his cloak, and floating upwards about 100 foot. Shorai nodded to himself before placing his gloved hand spread out on the ice. "Hmm... the middle of this is odd." Shorai murmured to himself, before closing his eyes. A second passed, before cracks suddenly blossomed under his palm. They went straight over the edges until it seemed to cover every inch of the ice. Another second past, before the ice seemed to expand outwards, seemingly bending before bursting into a hundred million pieces. Shorai slowly dropped to the entrance of the Temple, Mist straight behind him.

Leading, Shorai stepped through the doors and surveyed his surroundings. He saw Yuuma and Epsilon, frozen in place. The only thing moving with Epsilon, with his fiery eyes burning holes in the ice, quite literally. Shorai's gaze turned to the figures of Feywark and Isabella, also frozen in place. Jayce frozen across the floor, the figure of Marston against the pillar, Attacura frozen through the wall. Then he registered the 30-foot Titan, metal completely stiff, Hermy in his grasp.

Finally, there was Diego, a magnificent shade of blue seemingly clutching his heart in pain.

"Wow..." Mist whistled. "Something big went down here." Mist looked to Shorai. "Question... how do we unfreeze them?"

"Epsilon will be able to get out by himself. After which, use him to unfreeze Yuuma, since any bodily damage Yuuma does not care about. Yuuma will then put each of them in a warm bath and monitor their body functions so they do not die." Shorai said, before walking off to his throne, where he sat down and closed his eyes, hands under his chin. "One more thing," Shorai continued, eyes still shut. "Put Shanks in with the other prisoners."

Mist sighed. "Come on, Dracule."

Mihawk followed, looking confused. He stopped for a moment, before walking again.

"What's wrong?" Mist turned back.

"I can control my body..." Mihawk clenched his hand experimentally. "Perfect." In a quick motion, Mihawk grabbed Kogatana and swiped it down, aiming to cleave Mist in two. However his hand – and blade – stopped.

"That's the thing with being a King." Mist said, looking at Kogatana. "We have freedom. We can to whatever island, fight whoever we want. However, even being a King has rules. One moment." Mist disappeared for a moment, before reappearing, Shanks gone from his shoulder. "Had to get him to his cell. Anyhow, what was I saying? Oh yes, rules."

Mist continued across the floor, followed by Mihawk. "While it may seem you have free will... you don't. Not really. If you are given a mission, you have no choice but to do it. If a higher ranking King tells you to do something – you don't have a choice but to do it. You cannot attack a fellow King or any of the King's allies. If you go back on a mission, you will be punished. You will only have one chance. If you expend that one chance, then you will be killed." Mist grinned. "Being a King really isn't bad."

"Of course it is. You are a group of..." Mihawk tried to find the word. "Scum."

"Oh?" Mist grin widened. "Look, Dracule, we aren't villains. We aim to make the world a better place, and we will achieve that. At the moment, there are really on four types of 'people' in this world. Pirates, Marines, the World Government, and Civilians. Every group is really a sub-faction of those four groups. Of course, we Kings are the fifth group. We are small just by looking at us, but our influence spreads across carefully chosen people across every island. In each of those four positions you'll find contacts of the Kings. You'll be given the knowledge of them, so make use of them in your missions. As for now, do what you want. Follow the rules, go back to your island if you so wish."

Mihawk closed his eye briefly. "How would I be contacted? I can just go and live in seclusion."

Mist tapped the number five over Mihawk's heart. "This. Besides, I'll be sent to get you to transport you anyway."

"Then I will just deal with you."

"Oh really? While you won't physically be stopped from attacking me outside the temple, I have earned my place in the Kings."

"Being only seven?"

Mist let out a laugh. "Trust me. Every King has a number which reflects their ability, except for me. I especially requested my number, so all I'm saying is don't judge me due to my number. Tata." Mist disappeared, leaving Mihawk to think to himself.

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Almost ten minutes later, Epsilon and Yuuma were completely unfrozen, and were in the medical bay. A large tin bath stood at the side of the bay, big enough to hold all the frozen figures – save for Attacura and Titan. Titan was left outside, while Attacura was in a hole filled with warm water.

"Mmm..." Yuuma murmured as he studied Epsilon.

"I am fine. Stop looking over me." Epsilon squinted in irritation.

"Fine." Yuuma pouted when a sudden popping sound was heard. Yuuma turned his head to see Mist appear, a worried look on his face. Out of his cloak dropped none other than Jenny, who fell to her knees, panting. Gold was receding from her face, cuts appearing across her face. Yuuma raised an eyebrow as he saw the state Jenny was in. Her arm gone completely, leg pumping blood rather fiercely, forming a pool on the ground.

Wincing, Mist quickly opened his cloak over a bed, where Gouki dropped out, seemingly unconscious.

"Mmm... this seems to be a little problem..." Yuuma looked at Mist. "Mmm... poor, poor, little girly... Perhaps a gender chan-"

"No, Yuuma. You know what to do, without making her into a he." Mist sighed.

"Of course... mmm..." Yuuma sighed.

Mist watched for a moment, before disappearing into his cloak again.

Yuuma reached into his many pockets for various tools, and set to work on Jenny straight away.