Mihawk finished placing all he had bought into his ship. The civilians kept a distance from him, like they always did, whilst the rest of the habitants cleaned away the blood that had been shed, carrying away the damaged bodies. Mihawk had made sure not to kill any of the pirates. He wanted them to suffer, to feel pain and to never do it again. This way he could deter the other pirates from doing the same -killing two birds with one stone.

An old man ran towards him with a den den mushi in his hand. Shaking, the man gave it to him and he took it. The man took a few steps back as Mihawk answered.

"MIHAWK!" a voice screamed from the other side of the receiver, "WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON MY BEAUTIFUL TERRITORY? THERE WERE CHILDREN WATCHING!"

Mihawk scoffed, "I did what you asked of me. If you have nothing more to say I'll be leaving."

He was about to cut the den den mushi when he stopped.

"Yuki's back," Mihawk said, which was followed by silence, "You should come visit her sometime."

He gave the den den mushi to the old man and sailed away before Shanks called back to ask some more questions.

Before long, his eyes were closed as he took another nap.

He opened the door to find Yuki mopping the floor in a silky kimono –her old silky kimono. He closed the door, dropped the groceries. Their eyes met. Her gaze was filled with sadness. All he ever wanted to see on her face was a smile, not the sad face she was wearing. He took a few strides and swept his wife off her feet and carried her towards their room.

"I missed you," he purred into her ear as he kissed her hungrily. She thought of ways to get him to stop.

"I need more clothes," she lied as he looked at her. A smile crossed his face as he kissed her again, "I never got rid of your clothes. They're in the wardrobe. Is that not where you got this kimono?"

She became visibly flashed as her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

"I haven't bathed yet," she lied again.

"Neither have I..."

The lie backfired. He decided to make a detour outdoors to where their hot spring was. He placed Sophie down as he began to remove his clothes.

"It's a beautiful day today isn't it?" Mihawk smiled as he looked her way. She looked up at the sky. It really was.

She could not, however, get over how exquisite the hot spring looked. Rocks were surrounding the top, with rose bushes covering it. There was a large golden candelabrum. She did not recall ever seeing this side of Mihawk's house.

Before she knew it, she was bought back to reality when she felt her kimono fall to the ground. She was about to cover herself when Mihawk turned away and walked towards the candelabrum, lighting up at the candles and throwing a few rose petals into the water.

Mihawk stretched out his hand. She looked at it with uncertainty before hesitantly taking it, cautiously getting into the water. As long as she sat as far away from him as possible, it was going to be just fine. Unfortunately for her, Mihawk pulled her down with him, placing her between his legs.

Her body screamed for an escape. She knew nothing good would come out of this.

She noticed he was beginning to grow suspicious. Reluctantly, she rested her head against his chest –surprised at how comfortable it was. However, it did not change the awkwardness of the situation as well as her physical discomfort.

They sat like that for a while as Mihawk told her stories, trying to get her to talk to him. He wanted to know everything she had been doing without him, but she remained silent for the most part.

She let out a suppressed squeal when she felt his erection against her back. She knew neither what to do, nor how to react. With her lips pressed together, she nervously played with the water.

"Is it to your liking?"

Sophie did not breathe a word. She couldn't.

"Something on your mind, Yuki?" Mihawk asked, "You have been awfully quiet all night."

Sophie turned round to speak but then caught eye of what was poking at her back only but a few seconds ago. She opened her mouth to speak, but for that moment, she had lost the ability to do so. The only thing she could think of was how enormous it was. And how it had the capacity to most certainly rip her apart.

Mistaking this for Yuki's way of making a move on him, he held her chin and met her in a kiss, his lips smiling from ear to ear. They were finally on the same page.

Excuses suddenly flooded her mind. Maybe she could lie she needed the toilet. Just as she was about to, Mihawk began to suck on her lower lip, earning himself a soft moan from her.

Still kissing her, he moved her body towards him. As he moved to her neck, her legs tightened around his waist. He ran his hand through her hair as he bit her neck softly.

Her hands were now wrapped around his body, her mind obscured by lust; her relatively good judgement clouded by lecherous thoughts she did not know she was capable of thinking.

"It's hot...I need to get out now," Sophie breathed, her last attempt to put a stop to the inevitable.

Holding her close, Mihawk stood up and laid her on the ground beside the hot spring, using his clothes and her kimono to work as a barrier between her and the cold hard ground.

She let out a sigh of relief. It was finally over. As she prepared to get up from where she lay, she felt Mihawk's weight on her.

His hand touch her sweet spot as she faced the other side, feeling rather violated if anything. Consented rape. Was there even such a thing?

"You're beautiful," she heard Mihawk murmur as his mouth latched onto her mound and sucked it senseless.

His thumb gently caressed her nipple as his tongue worked on the other. She ran her hand through his hair, her body aching with what she could only describe as raw pleasure.

"Yuki?"

Sophie answered breathlessly as she looked at him.

"When did you get your navel pierced?"

She could not let him know she was really not Yuki. Gathering all the strength she had, she moved in for a kiss. Mihawk just shook his head and closed his eyes, awaiting her kiss.

She also closed and ended up banging her head into his. Both of them rubbing their foreheads, they looked at each other awkwardly. She hid her face from him as he let out a chuckle, telling her she could give it another go. She had never felt so embarrassed in all her life. And it was not like he was any guy. This was the Mihawk every guy aspired to be and every girl fawned over. She had made a fool of herself.

Hesitantly, she moved in for yet another kiss.

"Let me," he smiled as he kissed her instead.

All her worries melted away at his touch. She let him do as he willed with her. Her body hungered for him. A complete stranger.

Sophie gulped. This was getting dangerous.

She looked at the burning candles as the warm twilight breeze brushed against her naked body. So, this was it then. Not that she could complain. Everything about the night was perfect. Except her skills in the art of love making.

Her eyes closed as she writhed underneath him, longing for him to stop teasing her so. She felt so helpless. He was composed and knew what he was doing. He had probably done this many times before. And her only experience had been with a few men she could count in one hand.

She looked in Mihawk's direction as she felt a beating heart. It was Mihawk's. He had taken her hand and placed it over the left side of his chest. It was beating harder than her own.

"I'm nervous," he whispered, the smile no longer visible, "it really has been a while."

Not knowing what to say, she just nodded slowly.

"Me too..."

"I love you, Yuki." Mihawk's smile returned as Sophie felt something breach her entrance. After giving it some though, she opened her legs a little wider to give him better access, "I love you so much."