Authors Notes: I do not own One Piece or it affiliates, I love Mihawk, he's just too sexy. I decided to write a prequel to my One Piece for Every Boy & One Piece for Every Girl story. This further explains how Silest's mother and Mihawk became a couple and how the little hurricane came to be.

Hawk Eyes

Part 1

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If life was a fairy tale then it wouldn't be any fun...

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The melodic chimes softly played as the tiny figures spun around. That music box was a gift from her grandfather. In the days of her childhood she would go off to a world of elegant ballrooms filled with beautiful women and men in fancy masks. Then every thing would go perfectly still and one man, one special man would ask her to dance. They would dance and dance while the patrons all had eyes on them. Eyes, in all of her fantasies she could never see his eyes.

Unfortunately she had grown up life has become less than her fantasies. The parties were boring, the ballrooms were tacky, the women were skanky, the men were old, and he was never there.

Being the granddaughter of one of the Five Old Stars it was her duty to attend such tedious get-togethers, each one more horrid than the next. Tight shoes, strangling corsets, big hair, and tons of make up, it was a nightmare come true. This life was definitely not what she had expected.

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People never really grow up; they just learn how to act better in front of others...

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It was hot. She didn't mind the sun but it was sooo bloody hot. Summer days on the yacht was always stinkin' hot. It would most likely get cooler when the party started. It's so freakin' hot, this heat always made her hair all clingy. That really didn't matter because she was going to get her hair done for the party anyway.

"Agghhh, this heat!" She began flutter her fancy little fan, that's all it was, fancy. It didn't have much purpose, she was still hot. Her arms and legs began to stick to the deck chair.

"This heat is terrible. An old man could grow faint in this weather." Her grandfather sat himself down next to his grandchild. "Alexandria, would you be a dear and fetch us some lemonades." The thin framed stewardess vanishes bellow deck. He takes out a handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped the beads of sweat of his brow.

She let out a half groan half sigh.

"What is it my child?"

"It's nothing grandfather."

"You know you can't lie to me. There's something on your mind."

"I told you grandfather it's nothing."

"Very well, I hope this heat will settle down for this evening's get- together. You know how Marines get in hot weather."

"We all wouldn't want that."

The old man let out a chuckle, this made her giggle. She loved her grandfather. Even though he wasn't her biological grandfather he was the only family she has ever known.

"A lot of dignitaries will attend."

"Yet another boring ballroom party."

"Boring? Really? Hmmm..." The old man beamed and let out a chuckle. "Maybe you should reconsider my dear. There will certainly be very handsome men attending. Perhaps you'll find a suitor."

She begins to sit up "You really don't want that do you grandfather."

"You know me to well, but I can't ignore the fact you're a young woman now, I want to know that you'll be taken care of after I'm gone. This might be hard to believe but you will find someone that you'll love more than me."

"I can love no other man other than you grandfather."

"It happens, it happened with my own sons and their children and it will eventually happen to you."

"Never." She goes over and gives him a kiss on his wrinkled forehead.

The old man lets out a deep sigh "Very well, whatever you say my dear."

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Someone once said that when you find the love of your life time slows and a second with that person can become an eternity, but that eternity will still not be enough...

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She didn't have very high expectations for the party, well to be honest; she didn't have any expectations at all. People were chatting, dignitaries, kings, queens, marines, and what not. A thousand and one places she would rather be right now. Dancing would be coming up soon, that was the only part of these events that she actually found entertaining.

The dancing began, as was said before she liked to dance, but at these particular events she would much rather be a spectator than a participant. Her toes become sore because they're getting stepped on by monstrous feet. Her nose burned when they breathed down on her wile they took a peek down her dress. And she was becoming quite tiered of slapping their hands from touching her fanny. This was definitely in her not in her fantasies.

Finally she had gotten a chance to sit down and get her wish of being a spectator. Spinning and spinning, the women where prettier than last time, and her grandfather had required that the men were masks. All of this seemed familiar to her some how, it reminded her of a time long ago, but where is this memory coming from...

On the far side of all this dancing was one man, unlike all the others. This young man stood out but no one else seemed to notice, no one except her. There was something different about him, something about him was special, he was special to her...His eyes, his eyes, there's something about his eyes. He had the eyes of a hawk, a beautiful golden. She could still see his eyes even though he was wearing a mask. His piercing eyes catch hers and he noticed her eyes. Her eyes, her eyes, there's something about her eyes. She had eyes of an angel, magnificent violet. Time slowed down and the patrons spirited away leaving her and the masked stranger behind. He stepped forward and asked her:

"May I...have this dance?"

"Yes, I would be...honored."

All the soreness from her toes vanished; it seemed the two of them were dancing on clouds on the legendary Sky-Piea. Her ears had blocked out the music from the band and all she could hear was the music from her music box. This was exactly what she wanted; this was her fantasy, now reality.

Something about him was different, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Who are you?" She asked as she gazes into the spiral of his eyes, she had never seen eyes like that before.

"What's the use for names?"

"You're hiding something."

"What if I am?"

"You have a secret don't you?"

He just smiled at her, "If I told you then it wouldn't be a secret now, would it?"

"No, it wouldn't. But that doesn't matter, I love a good mystery."

All eyes were on them, this was exactly like her childhood fantasies. The young man lifted an eyebrow at this.

"We seem to be the bell of the ball." He stopped dancing and backed a step from her. "I really have some important business to attend to. It was a pleasure dancing with you." He brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses it. "Mochas gracias senorita," he turned around letting his cape flutter behind him, and turned head to look back at her. "Adios."

Her cheek now was scarlet. Who is this man?

"I believe I've seen that young gentleman before." says a marine off to the side.

"Yes, I think your right, but I can't put a name to that face." agrees another.

A brunet intrudes on the conversation, "He might as well be a pirate, because it seems he's stolen the young miss's heart." says as she fans away.

The three of them let out a laugh; fortunately the marines didn't get what the brunet was getting at. She covers up a tattoo on her bosom, and just liked the hawk eyed young man she was gone as well.

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