A/N: Thank you all for being so patient. I am so grateful for the reviews and favourites and follows as well. They just motivate me when I sometimes...feel things. Hope you enjoy reading this though :) I sure as hell enjoyed writing it. Hell, I was hyping about my next chapter when I was writing this one (don't get your hopes up too high, you might just be disappointed). Okay, I'm calm and shall not waste any more of your time making you read my rather lengthy and nonsensical author's note.

Shanks' words echoed in her mind. Sophie knew he was right. Mihawk was going to show no mercy if he found out of her true identity. Reluctantly she packed her bag. She did not know how she was going to do it, but she was going to have to find a way to return to her homeland. With or without Dr Vegapunk's help.

She missed her mother's cuddles, her overprotective as well as extremely strict father and her boy-crazed best friend whose life revolved around them, yet she had never had a boyfriend all her life.

"Oh," Sophie choked as she thought of Nana Phyllis. She was a very detestable woman and yet Sophie found herself thinking of her and her excuses of how she could not walk to the supermarket with her after kicking a lion in the throat. She shook her head as she remembered that she had not attended her birthday because she was supposedly going on a date with George Clooney.

Now that she thought about it, there were so many things she missed. Like the smell of her nana's socks and her aunt's constant nagging. Hell, she even missed the taste of muesli and having a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream and little marshmallows before going to bed. She missed how she would spend hours pondering on difficult mathematical questions, just to get her mind of the things that were going wrong in her life –better the problems she could solve.

Most importantly, she wanted to leave in order to live. Her medicine was running out. Looking at the few packets left, she was certain a month was not even going to pass. Two weeks at most. And she could not shake of the feeling that Mihawk was beginning to suspect something. After all, he would sometimes spend seconds staring at her as if he did not know her.

She shook her head. She could not think like that. It was probably her mind playing tricks on her. After all, now that Shanks knew, she was paranoid and always on her toes. Wondering when he was going to find out, trying to imagine just what he would do. Strike her on the spot? No, he couldn't. She looked just like his deceased wife. But then again, wouldn't he strike her for that reason exactly.

She turned when she felt a kiss on her shoulder. She had not seen him coming; quickly she hid her medicine underneath her clothes and smiled at her husband.

"We're leaving now," he said, his arms round her waist, "You ready?"

She looked at her bag and took in a deep breath. There was no turning back now. She had made up her mind and she was going to leave Mihawk. For good. She tried to keep her composure as she turned to look at him. This was probably going to be the ONLY time she could do it, so she had to do it right. From now on, she had to make sure he suspected nothing. Looking at those loving eyes gave her resolution, "Yes…yes I am."

They had arrived at the hotel. According to Mihawk, this was one of Shanks' territories and also the place he had come to the other time to stock up on their food products and house essentials as well as taking care of the pirates that had had the nerve to start a fight with Shanks. She did not really know what he meant by "took care of", but she did not want to know either. The looks they had got when they were walking towards the hotel had helped her understand just what kind of relationship Mihawk had with these people.

She opened her bag and looked at the runaway bag that was hidden inside it. It was going to buy her time leaving this bag filled with other clothes. She turned and looked at Mihawk who was making sure the room was in perfect condition. She could not afford to be careless. Zipping the bag close she slid it under the bed, standing up to find Mihawk beside her.

"So much has been going on, constantly separating me from your side," Mihawk said, pulling her close, "But I promise you, I shall be yours and yours alone for the following few days."

Sophie reluctantly smiled, hesitantly putting her arms round his neck, "And I yours."

She had felt sick in the stomach on their way there and could not shake the feeling that he was going to find her somehow. She went through the plan over and over again in her head, scrutinizing it of all flaws, making sure that it was foolproof, but she still felt uneasy.

"Would you care for some dinner?" He asked, yet his eyes were fixed on her lips, "For our starter we could have…"

She battled herself. This was a bad idea, but then again, was it not a blessing in disguise. If only she could get Mihawk to sleep somehow then maybe, just maybe she would have a better chance of escape.

"...or we could just skip to dessert," She whispered as she bit her lip, "Me and you...right here. Right now."

As she said the words, she shivered like an aspen leaf. Never had she ever been so bold, and never was she ever going to repeat this, but Mihawk always fell asleep straight after a love-making session. She had no choice.

"I do not quite understand what you mean by that, but I love the sound of it," Mihawk said as he placed his lips against hers, the both of them falling onto the bed.