Eye to Eye
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece, but I do own Draconian.
Draconian took up his perch on top of the dragon's head as his ship sped along, cutting through the waves as if it was butter. The fine spray from the water felt like a big feather gently caressing his face as he stared out at sea.
It had been many weeks since he had left his town once again, the search for his father had proved difficult, but not as difficult as it had been when he first left his town at the age of seventeen. Now, though, he was close, he knew it. He docked at every single town that he passed, asking questions about Mihawk, hoping that the people could point him in the right direction.
Most of the villages didn't really know anything of Mihawk's location, and a fair number of them had even driven him out of town. This wasn't to say that he didn't get any information at all, there were still some towns that actually had some clue as to where Mihawk was, and Draconian had been following that information to a point.
It wasn't just towns that he got information out of, however. Just a few days ago he came by a pirate ship that was barely even seaworthy, big chunks had been sliced off by the looks of it. The pirates on it had old him that Mihawk had done this to their ship, which wasn't really surprising to Draconian. Of course, they didn't really tell him freely, he had to threaten them a little before they told him where Mihawk had attacked them.
And now, a few days later, he was still following that bit of information. He highly doubted that the info was false, seeing as the pirates he ran into knew of Draconian "Dragon" Mihawk, and even if they hadn't heard of him, the fact that his eyes were the exact same as Mihawk's would scare the living crap out of anyone in their situation, so there was no real reason for them to lie.
So now he searched, his eyes were always on the lookout for any clue as to where his father might be. He knew that he was close, he new it, especially when he saw the ruin of a ship cut in half the other day; the crew had probably escaped through some rowboats or something. It was a sure sign that Mihawk was close.
The sun beat down on Draconian as he bent down even lower on the dragon head. It was sometime in the afternoon and the sun was at it's hottest, of course that still wasn't really a lot of heat for someone who could control fire. Usually Draconian found this kind of heat pleasant, but now he didn't take note of it due to the fact that his attention was fully on the sea.
His eyes squinted a little as he looked somewhere to the left. His eyes had ignored what was over there before because he thought he hadn't seen anything, but now he could swear that there was something peaking into the sky. Right now it was only a dot, and even with his eyes focused Draconian couldn't make out what it was, but he was sure that something was over there.
Draconian jumped backwards off the dragon head to land on the deck, soon heading towards the masts. Immediately he turned the ship a little to the left so that he could head towards the little dot on the horizon, and soon he went back up on the dragon head to stare at the dot and try to make out the shape is it slowly got bigger.
After about half an hour later the object could easily be made out. It was a small island, by Draconian's reckoning, not really that big. There were a lot of palm trees on it, and a wide sandy beach surrounded the whole thing. All in all it was about as big that the area of the palm trees occupied could probably hold a couple houses, but there was no way that a village could live in it.
After a few minutes, Draconian was able to make out almost every detail on the small island, including the small boat docked on it's edge.
The sides of it were pretty low to the water, about as low as a regular rowboat, although it was wide enough in the back for three people to easily sit side to side. Of course, it was obviously made for only one person, since in the middle of it stood a big chair, kind of like a throne. And surrounding the boat, sitting on the rail, were many candles glowing with a green flame.
There was only one person who traveled in this ship, and that was Hawkeye Mihawk.
And so there he was, Draconian was only minutes away from the shore when he spotted him.
He was laying down with his back to a palm tree, his hands were rested at the back of his head. One of his legs was pulled up while the other was just laying flat on the ground. This seemed kind of interesting to Draconian, seeing as that was actually one of his own favorite poses for relaxing, guess he probably got it from his father.
On top of his head was adorned a big black hat with a white feather sticking out of it's left side. He wore a loose purple coat, the length of it extended all the way down to billow by his feet. The coat was unzipped, revealing a fine toned body much like Draconian's own. Hanging in front of his chest was an odd looking pendant, all it was is a rectangular square of finely carved wood, just big enough so that you could grasp it in your hand. The only other item of clothing was his pants, which were just a plain black color.
At this point his eyes had opened to stare out at the ship, revealing his yellow, hawk-like orbs which he had been named for. He looked right at Draconian as soon as he laid eyes upon the ship, but wasn't able to see his own eyes as Draconian lowered his head a little. His face was shaped just like Draconian's, the cheeks were sharp and traveled straight down to his pointed chin. The outside of his face was outlined by his beard, which was just a thin line the color of deepest black. A small line of beard traveled from the middle of his lower lip down to meet the original beard, just like an upside-down T. Also, about midway down the cheek a sharp triangle of beard shot out for a few inches. His mustache wasn't actually connected to his beard, but instead looked like two Vs side by side.
Other than the eyes, the thing that drew your attention was the sword strapped to his back. Draconian couldn't actually see the blade, but judging by the hilt he guessed it was pretty long. The hilt itself was about two feet long, maybe more, and was stark white. It was completely round, no oval like angles whatsoever, and the bottom of it widened to reveal the pommel, which was a greenish blue stone. Each side of the crosspiece was just as long as the hilt, and was also stark white, maybe carved out of ivory. It was engraved with many jewels down it's length, and the ends were shaped so that it split into two small curving pieces.
Draconian jumped right off of the dragon head as soon as the ship had hit the shore, not even waiting to make sure it wouldn't drift off. He rested his left hand on the hilt of his katana as he walked towards Mihawk, kicking sand everywhere as he did so. He stopped when half the beach was between him and Mihawk.
Through gritted teeth he addressed the relaxing man. "Get up, now."
Mihawk raised his head to stare curiously at this young challenger, and in his French accent he responded. "I do not see why I have to."
In response to this Draconian started to stroke the hilt of his katana. "I've searched for you for over a year, now get up or I'll make you."
Mihawk cocked his head a little to the side. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"A threat, a fact, whichever you want to make of it."
"Hmm, I've had many challengers threaten me in my life, and not a lot of them were able to back up their words, are you sure that you're able to?"
"I'm a hundred percent sure that I can back it up, you want to see?" With a small flick of his wrist he popped a little bit of his katana out of it's sheath and started to slowly draw it out.
"And who exactly do you think you are to be making these kind of assumptions?"
His hand completely stopped so that only a few inches of the sword had come out. "Who am I?" He gave a small chuckle full of hate. "What's wrong, Mihawk," he snapped his head up to reveal his hawk eyes, "don't you recognize your own son!"
The only thing that could be heard through the silence was the slight wind that gently traveled through the air. For only a few seconds the silence lasted, but to both Draconian and his father it felt like hours.
"What, don't have anything to say you bastard?"
Slowly Mihawk blinked his eyes, exclaiming in a hushed tone as he did. "Sacre bleur... so your mother is Diana."
"Oh, so you remembered the name of the person that you abandoned." His eyes were filled with hate as he spoke through gritted teeth.
"I never abandoned her... I'm sorry but I didn't get your name."
Draconian's eyes narrowed slightly. "My name is Draconian."
If it weren't for the complete seriousness of the situation Mihawk would have chuckled. "So, did you know that she named you after me?"
Draconian's eyes shot open, blazed with fury. "How dare you say that, there's no way that I am named after you!"
"Well, maybe not, but my first name is Dracule, Diana was one of the only people who I've ever told that too, and it sounds like she named you after me."
A small growl escaped Draconian's lips as he contemplated this. "Fine, maybe she did, I guess I'll just have to go by Dragon now, cause there's no way I'm going by Mihawk."
"Dragon? Interesting, but I guess it fits."
Under his breath Draconian muttered. "More than you know." He then raised his voice back to normal and continued on. "Talk is over, I think it's time that we fight."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"I mean why is it that you want to fight me? It's not going to solve any of your problems, especially since you're going to lose."
"I don't care."
"You don't care? You're fighting me for no reason at all and you're going to lose, and you're saying that you don't care?"
"I'm not saying that I'm fighting for no reason, I have a reason."
"And what is it, exactly?"
"Two things, the first is revenge for abandoning me and my mother."
"I never knew that she was pregnant, if I did I would have come back once in a while."
"I still don't care, the fact that you abandoned her in the first place is bad enough."
"But..."
Draconian made a cutting motion with his arm, shouting out his rage as he did. "I don't want to hear your excuses! Throughout my whole childhood everyone looked down at me because I was the son of you! They even dared to say that the only reason I'm as good as I am today was because of you! Well I have news for you, I did this on my own, and that's what I came here to prove today!"
Mihawk looked deep into Draconian's eyes, seeing the rage and sadness deep within him, driving him to something that Mihawk had only seen in the eyes of Roanoa Zoro.
Slowly he lifted himself up, grasping the hilt of his sword as he did so and pulling out the giant blade. It was a single edged blade, curving at the end like a cutlass would. It was over three feet long and a little thicker than a cutlass. The blade was a deep purple, almost black, and had a small rectangle of the ivory looking substance the hilt was made out of about a foot long pressed against the bottom of it and connected to the hilt.
"Usually I wouldn't do this, but you are my son, I can tell that you worked very hard to get to this point, and the look in your eyes reminds me of another great swordsman that I've fought before, so I shall use my Black Blade against you in combat. Just before we fight, though, I believe that I should warn you, you will lose this, even if you are my son."
"I know," Draconian's voice had now evened out, "but this is a one in a lifetime chance, and I'm not wasting it."
"Then shall we start?"
In response, Draconian's right hand grasped his katana while his left hand took old of the scimitar's hilt, both hands sliding the blades out a little bit in preparation.
Mihawk nodded and pointed the tip of the sword down, drawing a line in the sand before him.
For a while Draconian waited for Mihawk to make a move, only to have him stay completely still. So, since it was obvious that Mihawk wasn't going to do anything, Draconian shot forward.
Fire erupted from the bottom of the still sheathed blades, blowing backwards and giving Draconian a little more speed and making sand spray from the sides of his feet. This caused Mihawk to cock his eyebrow in interest as he stared upon the speeding Draconian.
"Dragon Wings!"
Draconian whipped the swords out of their sheaths, slashing them horizontally with lightning quick speed towards the still unmoving Mihawk.
CLANG was all that was heard as the blades were stopped in mid-slash by Mihawk's own Black Blade, which had whipped up seemingly out of nowhere to block the flaming swords.
Draconian immediately jumped up and twisted his body, drawing the blades back so that they were now out to the side.
"Dragon Tornado!"
His body spun at an unimaginable speed, creating a tunnel of fire that twisted up into the air.
Mihawk brought the hilt of his sword up and pointed the blade down, slanting it in the opposite direction that Draconian was spinning. Multiple clangs were heard as Draconian's swords were continually blocked by Mihawk's own blade, making the attack launched by Draconian useless.
Out of nowhere Draconian's katana shot down and stabbed itself into the sand, and faster than lightning Draconian swung his body around the sword and smacked his foot against the side of Mihawk's head.
Draconian's feet slammed into the earth as he completed the spin, blasting a huge amount of sand back from the momentum. He continued to spin his body and brought his scimitar across to slash at Mihawk's waist, only to be fended off as the dark blade snapped to the right and knocked the scimitar off to the side.
Immediately Mihawk sent his sword snapping over to the left to fend off Draconian's katana, which had just been released from the sand. His foot the shot out and smashed into Draconian's chest, blasting him off his still crouched feet to send hurtling backwards.
Draconian used the momentum of the kick to go into a backwards roll, gracefully getting his feet right back under him and going into another crouch. Immediately he brought both swords up and crossed them over his shoulders in preparation for the next part of the fight.
Mihawk rubbed his right hand over his cheek and looked down at Draconian. "Hmm, not a lot of people are able to even hit me, nice job."
"Shut up."
Mihawk chuckled. "It seems that you're temper is as feisty as your fire. So you've eaten the Devil Fruit."
"When'd you pick that up?" As he said this, the fire on the swords traveled to his arms, completely covering them, and grew in size so that it went over his back. He then ran forward, spraying sand all around with his ferocity.
"Dragon Cross-Fire!"
He slashed both swords forward in an X pattern, slamming them against Mihawk's own Dark Blade. The fire from the blades erupted all around Draconian, pushing against Mihawk's sword along with the scimitar and katana. Not a single fleck of flame was able to get past Mihawk's sword, and no matter how hard Draconian pushed he wasn't able to overpower his father.
With a small grunt, Mihawk pushed Draconian back, canceling the fire as he did so and sending Draconian skidding through the sand. Quickly, however, Draconian switched his feet's position and jumped right back towards Mihawk, flaming swords at his side.
"Blades of the Dragon Brethren!"
His swords slashed towards Mihawk at what looked like it would have been a very intricate but fast attack, but it was already over as both swords were sent off to the side in half a second by Mihawk's own lightning quick sword. Once the swords were out of the picture, Mihawk then slashed the sword up, drawing a big line of blood that started at the right side of Draconian's hip and ended at his shoulder.
The whole thing had happened in a split second.
Draconian barely had time to register his injury as he snapped both of his swords up, barely blocking Mihawk's strike towards his neck. The cut started to take a slight toll on him as his katana was pushed back towards his shoulder, but with a grunt and a burst of fire, Draconian pushed Mihawk's blade back a little bit so that he was able to jump out of range of the sword.
For a second Draconian was able to contemplate his injury. The cut was deeper than any normal slash, but it wasn't that serious. It stung worse than any other cuts he'd gotten, but that was no reason to give up. So, pushing aside the pain, Draconian jumped forward once more at Mihawk, tilting his body in midair and jabbing his sword into the ground.
"Dragon Hurricane!"
His legs spun at a blurring speed, the fire on them creating a circle as it headed towards Mihawk. The attack sailed over Mihawk's head as he easily ducked the spinning feet. Mihawk's hand shot up, grabbing one of the legs out of midair and stopping Draconian's spinning. His sword shot out and cut another line of blood across Draconian's chest. Immediately he let go of Draconian's leg and kicked him in the chest.
Draconian was sent flying back, his body scattering sand as he thudded against the ground. Immediately he felt a large stinging in his wounds as sand started to creep into the cuts, but once more he set aside the pain and started to get back up.
Mihawk brought his sword up and slashed it down to slam into the sand. The strength of the strike sent a force through the air straight towards Draconian.
Draconian brought both of his swords up and slammed them down in likeness to his father, sending a blast of fire to oppose the blast heading for him.
The two blasts hit, creating a small sandstorm that circled around the two as they battled it out. The force only lasted for a second, however, as the blast from Mihawk cut through Draconian's fire and headed once more for Draconian himself.
Draconian brought both of his swords up, blocking the main force of the blast but still being blown back to once more stumble through the sand a little.
Draconian pulled himself up, growling in frustration as he looked at Mihawk, who seemed preoccupied with checking the edge of his sword.
"Okay, that's it, time for me to get serious." Draconian whispered as he brought his flaming scimitar up before him. "Dragon Whirlwind Strike!"
The sword started to spin at a blurring speed like it had done so many times in the past, but this time something different happened. A blast of fire shot out of the spinning sword and headed towards Mihawk, accompanied by a barrage of fireballs surrounding it.
Mihawk cocked an eyebrow as he witnessed this. "Is that really the best you can do son?" He then shot off to the side of the blast and ran towards where Draconian should have been.
Halfway along the length of the blast the side of the fire erupted as Draconian shot out, turning a little in midair so that his back was now facing his father.
"Dragon Kick!"
Mihawk brought the flat of his sword up to block Draconian's foot as it shot out, making Mihawk skid back as it slammed into his sword.
Once he had stopped skidding from the blow, Mihawk jumped forward and brought the Black Blade down on Draconian's exposed back. He then leaped over Draconian's body, striking his sword out at Draconian's own, which had come up in defense, and sending them out to Draconian's left.
As he landed, Mihawk brought his blade down to slash Draconian's chest, drawing another long line of blood down the middle.
With a shout, Draconian erupted his shoulders in fire leaped forward, trying to shoulder Mihawk hard in the chest. Instead of striking out with his sword, however, Mihawk jumped back out of Draconian's range, kicking his right shoulder as he did so.
Draconian gave a small grunt of pain as he sank to his knees. The kick to his shoulder had intensified the pain from the first cut, and that in itself had all the pain he pushed to the side earlier come rushing in. He started to take deep breaths as he tried to beat off all the exhaustion from the fight. His body began to slump towards the ground, all the pain and exhaustion just made him want to lie down, just for a seconds, just to let go of the swords which had turned heavy in his hands.
The swords, they were heavy, but that didn't matter. They signified that he was still in a fight, and he never quits during a fight, he either fights till he wins or until it's literally impossible for him to fight any more.
So he picked himself up, inch by inch he got up to his fully height and brought both of his swords back more to the left from where they were earlier sent. The fire on the swords increased, going back so far that it looked like a tail, and through gritted teeth Draconian got out the words he was barely able to say.
"Attack fusion..." Draconian ran forward, ignoring every bit of pain and running faster than he had ever run before, his whole body a blur.
"Dragon Sweeping Slash!"
Mihawk's left hand went to his pendant as his right raised his sword, ready for his son's attack. He didn't have to wait long, as Draconian got to him in under a second.
Both of Draconian's blades slashed forward with a speed not many could match, except of course Mihawk.
Mihawk's Black Blade slashed up in unison with Draconian's swords, hitting the swords which such force that they were knocked out of his hands to go flying in the air above.
Draconian's body just stopped, his mouth wide, as an intense pain erupted from his chest. Slowly he looked down to see Mihawk's left hand raised, holding a small dagger which was stabbed into the very middle of Draconian's chest.
Mihawk leaped up and kicked Draconian hard in the chest with his left foot, pushing him back so that his body slid off the dagger. At the same time, Mihawk's right foot came over and smashed into the side of Draconian's face, turning him over so that he landed face first on the ground.
Pain radiated throughout Draconian's body, more than any physical pain he had ever felt. He couldn't ignore the pain any longer like he had before, it was just too much now. He could feel the reverberations through the ground as his swords thudded by either side of his head.
But throughout all the pain, there was only one thing that went through his mind. The fight wasn't over. He still wouldn't give up, he'd fight until he died or got knocked out. So he raised his hands up and pushed against the ground. At first he was only able to raise himself a few centimeters, he couldn't even feel his arms anymore, but once he got one of his knees under him he was able to move slightly faster.
His hands shakily went out and grasp the handles of his swords, using the leverage to help himself up, and now he was only half completed. His swords dug themselves into the ground as the weight on them increased, and after a minute Draconian was finally up and ready once more.
A sharp pain erupted in the back of his head and all that Draconian saw was darkness.
Peace, calm, relaxation. That's all that went through his mind as Draconian floated through the pool of darkness. He felt as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders, his exhaustion had finally been eliminated. Now all he wished was to stay like this forever.
But something didn't seem right, it felt as if he had forgotten something, he couldn't even remember how he had gotten to this point. Well, the last thing he remembered was... he couldn't pinpoint it. So he dug deep into his memory, grasping at anything he could take a hold of.
Let's see... his father! Yes, there was something about that man that jogged a recent memory. And... something to do with his swords. Did he take them to his father? No, he hated the man, why would he do that? Well, if he hated him then why was he in this little equation?
Hmm, why was it that he ad been searching for his father in the first place? It was something to do with revenge, and to get that was to fight. That must be it, he was in a fight, that's where the swords came in, he must have gotten knocked out.
Wait, he was in a fight. Then what the hell was he still doing here? Of all the things he taught himself, the most important was to always continue the fight, no matter what condition you're in.
So Draconian started to search, fighting through his unconsciousness and trying to wake up. Through the darkness of his mind Draconian spotted a small light, and with a big mental push he started to head towards it.
The going was tough as exhaustion tried to sweep him back into that comfortable zone of relaxation. A few times he had been drawn back a little bit, only to remember the fight and shove on with even more determination. So finally, after many long minutes, Draconian got to the light, and with a big push jumped through it.
Draconian's eyes snapped open as he jumped up, shouting a call to battle. Soon, though, he fell back down as the shout turned into a cry of pain.
"If you want those wounds to heal at all I suggest that you stay still."
Draconian gave a small growl as he looked at his father, who was once again lying against a palm tree. Draconian himself was also laying against a palm tree, although that was because of his injuries. His vest was off and bandages covered most of his upper body. A blazing fire was constructed between the two, lighting up the night air and casting long shadows on the edges of the little spot of land.
"About time you woke up," Mihawk said from across the fire, "you've been out for a long time, the night's been up for a couple of hours."
"Why should you care about how well I'm doing, you didn't even give a shit when you left me and my mom!"
Mihawk gave a sigh. "Draconian, you have to realize that I never knew your mother was pregnant."
"I already know that, but that's not the point. You abandoned her for, for what? Just lazing about the sea? Do you even know that she still loves you?"
Mihawk stared into the fire, a small smile playing on his lips. "I hoped, and I still love her as much as I did before."
"Then why the hell did you leave!" Draconian's hands wandered around the area, until he noticed that his swords were leaning against the tree that Mihawk was lying against.
"I left because I loved your mother."
Draconian gave a small sneer for a split second. "That's the worst excuse I've ever heard, if you truly loved her you would have stayed."
"Draconian," Mihawk lifted his head so that both pairs of hawk eyes met, "I was being chased by the navy, I had to leave."
"So, you were being chased by the navy, you could have at least come back once in a while."
Mihawk's eyes softened slightly. "If I came back they would have most likely found out about your mother, and let's just say sometimes navy men can be as ruthless as pirates. I didn't want your mother to get hurt."
Draconian's mouth gaped open as his hate seemed to go cold and crack. Throughout all his life, of all the possibilities he had come up with, he had never thought of this. His hate had twisted every single thought about Mihawk until he couldn't think of any good scenario.
"Yeah, but... just a few times would have been alright, you should have..." He tried to fight back what had just happened to him, tried to bring the hate back up.
Mihawk slowly shook his head. "Even one more time would have probably tipped off the navy, and then they would have come to the town and found out about me and your mother. The best case scenario would have been that they ask her a few questions, but I don't even want to think of the worst case."
Draconian started to take deep breaths as he took this in and tried to twist it around so that he could hate Mihawk more, but right now the most hate he had was directed towards himself.
"But I tell you this, Draconian, if I knew that I had a son I would have come back to that town and keep you safe."
The crack in Draconian's hatred grew until it shattered all the rage he had towards his father. His head drooped down as sorrow for his stupid thoughts started to slowly envelop him.
Mihawk stood up and walked around the fire, getting down to one knee when he was next to his son. "You never truly hated me, did you? I could see it in your eyes before, you tried to cover up all your sadness by blaming your problems on me and building a wall of hate."
Draconian's voice was slightly choked up as he answered. "When I was a kid, all that I ever remembered was the other children spending time with their fathers, while all that I had was mom. Combine that with the fact that almost every person in town hated me because of who my father was and I got one of the loneliest people in the world. True, I still had mom, but I just wish I could have actually had a father figure, maybe someone like Shanks."
This last thing gave Mihawk pause, so he knew Shanks huh? He decided he might bring it up later.
Tears started to slowly flow down Draconian's face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I blamed everything on you, you didn't deserve it. I'm just so, so sorry." The tears started to come a little faster as Draconian's head bobbed with sobs.
Mihawk bent down and did something that would shock the world if it saw it. He embraced his son and rested his head on his shoulder. Slowly, Draconian lifted his arms and wrapped them around his father, sharing an embrace that he would have thought impossible a few hours before.
It's amazing how fast hate can be destroyed by just saying the right words.
"So, you've eaten Mera Mera, the burning fruit."
"Yeah, sounds right."
It was a few hours later, the two had been awake talking. Mostly Mihawk had been asking the questions, wanting to know about Diana and how she was doing, listening as Draconian told him about some of his adventures, stuff like that.
"Well, I personally think you use it quite well. Of course you'll need to use it a lot better than that to defeat me in a fight, but for where you are right now, not bad."
"Yeah, well I'm sure that I caught you slightly off guard when I burst through the fire. I saw the surprise in your eyes for a split second."
"And may I remark that that move was well planned, I don't even recall any of the other six emperors doing a move that sneaky, but I'm not saying that they would fall under it."
Draconian's face took on a questioning air. "Other six emperors? So you're one of the Seven Emperors of the Sea, I'm surprised that I haven't heard that before."
"And I bet that f you still knew you would have come at me just as hard as you did today, you're a Mihawk and I wouldn't expect anything less. Speaking of hard that kick you gave to my sword had some nice force behind it."
"Well, you can't really be that surprised by that, I mean I did train my whole life, or at least most of it."
Mihawk gave a slight chuckle. "That you did, that you did..." His gaze traveled once more to the fire, soon to be drawn back up with a curious spark in it. "I remember you mentioned Shanks earlier."
A small smiled played on Draconian's face as he stared at the stars. "Yeah, when I was a kid he came into my town for about two months, and yet in that short time he turned into like a father for me. He was probably the only person who thought that I would become a great swordsman of my own and not because I'm your son." Draconian's gaze traveled back down to look back at his father. "Do you know him?"
Mihawk gave a small nod. "He's a... good acquaintance of mine, I think that's the word. He's also one of the Seven Emperors."
For a split second Draconian's eyes widened, only to come back down as he stared once more at the stars. "Wow, I knew he was good but I didn't think that good. I might have to challenge him to a fight someday." Mihawk gave Draconian an odd look, which he knew would happen. "I didn't say soon, I said someday, as in when I'm better."
With a smirk, Mihawk raised his hands behind his head and moved his body around, soon falling asleep.
Draconian gave a little chuckle at seeing this and, in the same manner as his father, moved to a comfortable position and slowly drifted off to sleep.
A few days later Draconian's wounds had fully closed, leaving behind some big scars and a soreness that would last for a few days. Draconian was kind of surprised at how well the wounds had been treated, but thinking back to the fights his father had probably gotten himself into in his younger days it made a lot more sense.
Mihawk was standing in front of his son's ship as Draconian came out of the small area in which they had kept the fire. Draconian walked up to his father, belting his katana to the left side of his waist as he did.
"What took you so long?"
"Sorry, it took a while to belt my scimitar onto my back, especially since my whole body's sore." Now both of them were standing just feet apart, creating an odd feeling that had Draconian rubbing the back of his head. "So... I guess this is till next we meet."
"I hope the next time we meet you improve you fighting considerably, it's hard to find a challenge in these waters anymore." This drew a small chuckle from both Draconian and Mihawk.
From under his right arm Mihawk produced a stack of papers and handed them to Draconian. "Here, think of it as an apology for not being there."
"Um, thanks. What is it?" He said as he took the stack of paper.
"Wanted adds of pirates that I've been keeping for a long time." A small smirk pulled at his lips. "I think you might find them useful in finding the right people to help 'improve' your skill."
A full smile spread itself across Draconian's face. "Thank you, I promise to 'practice' with each person until I've gone beyond even your skill."
Hawkeye clapped Draconian on the shoulder. "Now that's what I wanted to here, spoken like a true Mihawk!" He then turned him to face the ship and gave him a little push. "Now get going."
Instead of just getting up a ramp so that he could climb, Draconian jumped straight into the air to land on top of the dragon head. He was just about to jump onto the deck of the ship when he heard his father shout behind him.
"Wait, I forgot something!" Mihawk fished inside of his coat and pulled out some object, which he immediately threw at Draconian. "You'll need that when sailing the Grand Line!"
Draconian easily snatched the small object out of the air and stared at it in his hand. It was a small glass orb about three inches in diameter, inside it was a elongated diamond, one side painted red, hanging on a string. The object was known as a Grand Compass.
Draconian close his hand and held the object to his heart. "Thank you once again." He jumped off the dragon head and hit the deck, instantly turning to the rail to stare out at his father. "I hope that I can make you proud some day!"
With that he turned around and started setting the sails so that he could get off the island. With a soft smile, Hawkeye Mihawk turned around and started to head for his small boat, and under his breath so that his son couldn't hear he spoke.
"You already have."
You know, I wanted to write some more after this, but I just felt this would be a great ending, tell me if I'm wrong or not. Now, I would like to address two attacks in this chapter you might want to know about. First is the attack fusion, which as you can guess is him combining two attacks. In this one he combined dragon sweep and dragon slash(which used to be called dragon blitz but I decided would be better as slash), and if you remember in both attacks Draconian brings the swords to the left and back. Now, you also might be confused with or just want to know about 'blades of the dragon brethren.' You see, it's not a specific formation like Zoro's 'oni giri,' it's more like a 'style,' kind of like when Zoro did 'silver wolf swords' when he was fighting the octopus merman guy. Oh, which reminds me, if any of you remember that guy's name could you tell me, because I'm going to need it for the Arlong chapter. Now, I really hoped that you liked this chapter, it was one of the ones that I like to call the 'defining' chapters, the ones that have something special to do. The fight with Buggy was a defining chapter because it was Draconian's first true fight in the story and because it was when he got the cursed fruit. Well, I'm rambling on, I should get to reviews.
Resident-Evil-playa: I'm a little surprised that you like dragon sledgehammer the best. Although, come to think of it, I've kind of grown a soft spot for it. Um... I highly doubt that I'll use the move you suggested, it just isn't me(plus it's way too long). I'm glad that you love my details, I personally believe that people should get the full description of things otherwise they won't know exactly what a person looks like or what's happening. Okay, I should get the next chapter out before your hibernation, and hopefully me and Anters will get Ch. 8 out before then too.
Iwin Ulose: Thanks for the compliment on my creativity, I pride myself on being a very creative writer(it's why my fight scenes are so damn good). Actually, I have heard of Portgas, it was when I was going through the internet and looking for info on One Piece. I don't really know how close to him I am, I just saw the episode where Nami gets the fever. And of course I'm going to have a battle with him, I'll probably write it as soon as I see the arc he's in. Oh, and the reason he uses it as his main weapon is because he's a pansy.
Dollar1: Actually, the reason that I didn't have him fight Gin was because I thought that Gin might leave Krieg, so that's how I wrote it. Now, as to the fruit, if the specific way Draconian uses the fruit is different than how it's used in the story, then why don't we pretend that something was different with the two fruits. Maybe one of them was kind of rotten, maybe since Draconian ate the whole fruit his powers were slightly different. Oh, and I highly doubt that Draconian and Mihawk have the same fighting style, seeing as they use different kinds of weapons and Draconian trained himself, so there's no way he could know how Mihawk fought.
Okay, that's it, I should get the next chapter up quicker than I got this one up. And yes, Arlong is next(I'm thinking of having it so that Draconian only attacks his body with physical, a.k.a. non-sword, attacks).