Sword
Mihawk had seen many women in his life - had seen them happy, sad and angry. He had seen them in all forms and shapes imaginable - but they all had a thing in common. They were weak.
Mihawk despised weakness.
Needless to say, when she stood in front of him for the first time, he wasn't impressed. He didn't consider her couragous for walking into a district filled with pirates, into a bar well known for being the favourite place of some of the worst outlaws the Grand Line has ever seen, her head held high and her walk steady. He tought she was stupid or mad or both. It didn't change when she stopped in front of him and he noticed how beautiful she was. Light green eyes (an unusual color, he noticed), a cold gaze, full lips and an even fuller cleavage. Tattoos all over her body, heavy jewlery, revealing clothes, long legs.
It got worse when he noticed the curve of her unclothed (but well tattooed) belly.
"You should not be here", he told her. "You can still get yourself raped and killed after it is born"
At that, she smirked. A dark, arrogant smirk. "And who should do the deed? You?"
That sounded mocking.
"You don't seem to realize who you are talking to, woman", he hissed. She was starting to annoy him.
But when a hand the size of her head grabbed her shoulder and he heared some drunken pick-up lines from some guys twice her size who had walked up behind her, he reached for his sword.
She was faster. The first one flew straight across the room, crashing into some old pictures hanging in the wall. A small hole between his eyes proofed his death. The second, the one that was grabbing her shoulder, lost his arm first. it was still clinging at her, even as it's owner lay, face split in two, on the floor. The third tried to run, but was dead before he hit the floor, a hole in his neck.
The room was silent as she threw the arm that had been grabbing her shoulder a second ago in front of Mihawks chair. Mihawk stared.
"Anyone else who wants to die?", her smooth voice filled the silence. No one moved.
She turned to him, as if nothing had happened. Her eyes were cold - the eyes of a killer.
"I think you should join me for a walk, Mihawk Dracule"
He challenged her that day. She accepted, despite the child in her womb. He wanted to go light on her, but she didn't even sweat. And when he tried to end it, fighting with all he had, she stomped him into the dust.
Mihawk had never been so impressed.
He had never been so disappointed either. When Alba Sonal told him who she was and why she had sought him out - a damn government dog - he felt betrayed. Next time, he had sworn to himself - next time when they'd meet he would kill her.
He accepted a place among the Seven Samurai none the less.
He didn't know, back then, that there would never be a next time. That four months later there was nothing left of the woman he had fallen in love with but some dust - and a memory.