He sat in his throne staring at the horizon, with a book on his lap and a glass of wine in his hand. He watched as Zoro relentlessly fought against the baboons. As he thought back to the day Zoro had bowed down before him, begging him to teach him the ways of the sword. He remembered being infuriated by him, because he had always been a good judge of character and in his eyes, he had seen the potential Zoro had when he was still a novice. His determination and drive was what turned him on, like Shanks had a few years ago.
He shook his head as he swirled the wine in his glass. He could not think of Shanks any more. What they had was over; it was over the day Shanks came back to him without his hand. Mihawk wanted it all and when he found that Shanks had lost his arm, he had no choice but end their relationship. He could not deny his feelings for Shanks though. He had sailed the seven seas just to show Shanks a wanted posted of Luffy, though it really had been his excuse to see him once again. It pained him even more to know that Shanks had moved on. Rumour had it that Shanks had impregnated Makino, but then again, it was just a rumour.
Zoro walked in covered in blood and sweat as he panted before collapsing to the ground. Mihawk looked at his physique. Scrutinizing every part of him. He turned to the next page of the book as he muttered, "I couldn't."
He looked at him again and a smirk curved onto his face, "I shouldn't."
Zoro helped himself up with his katana and struggled across the room. He took yet another sip of his wine and called out Zoro's name.
"You threw your pride away for Luffy?" he said, asking the obvious. Zoro lifted his head and looked at Mihawk before nodding his head.
"I was helpless. I was unable to save anyone," he admitted, blaming himself for what had happened at Sabaody archipelago. If only he had been stronger, maybe he could have fought valiantly against Bartholomew Kuma and the Pacifista. All he could now say is "if only", but Zoro was a man of action. He was going to stop at nothing till he became the World's Greatest Swordsman. The Pirate King Monkey D. Luffy deserved nothing less.
"How far are you willing to go for your ambition, Roronoa Zoro?" Mihawk asked, a dangerous look in his eyes as he unbuttoned the top button of his frilly white top, that looked ever so manly on him. Zoro looked at Mihawk, too dense to understand what he was hinting at, "are you willing to do anything?"
Zoro did not like the way Mihawk was looking at him. There was a rather lustful look in his eyes, the eyes Sanji had every time he heard that Nami was taking a shower.
"Yes," Zoro replied without a second of hesitation. There was nothing he wouldn't do. He watched as Mihawk removed the knife that he wore around his neck, the little pocket knife that he had used to stop his strongest attack.
"Are you sure?" he asked as he advanced towards Zoro and pinned him against the wall.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Zoro asked as he struggled free, but there was a notable difference in their power. Not only was Mihawk more powerful when it came to swordsmanship, but he was physically stronger and had a greater advantage over Zoro. Mihawk was also taller and older by a whole twenty two years. His struggle proved to be futile.
"Roronoa," Mihawk began, one hand clasping both of Zoro's, "you plan on staying under my roof, eating my food whilst I train you so that one day you can eventually kill me in battle and you deny me this one luxury. I will not have it. As long as I am going to train you, I will need some sort of payment. I don't care much for money. Look around, I have it. I don't care much for gifts or presents. I just want your body."
Zoro's cheeks went red. He was sure that Mihawk was joking. That was the only explanation. Zoro felt Mihawks lips softly brush against his and he closed his eyes. He had never kissed anyone before and he was not planning on getting his first kiss stolen by his enemy. His goal had always been to beat Mihawk. He had wanted nothing more than to live under the title Mihawk currently held. Relationships with both male and female persons was something he had forbidden himself from having. That is why he was always in the crow's nest pretending to sleep, when he spent most of his time masturbating. That is why most of the time the Straw Hats were gathered together, he would be 'training' to become stronger.
"Roronoa," Mihawk whispered, the endearment rolling of his tongue causing Zoro's nerves to leap in delight. He could feel Mihawk's breath against his face. It smelt of red wine.
"Horo horo horo horo," Perona laughed as she flew into the room with her umbrella and few hollows following behind her, "I'm hungry. Go make me some food! I'm a guest in your house."
Mihawk scoffed and released his grip on Zoro who remained frozen as Mihawk walked away. He picked up his bottle of wine and walked out. Zoro wondered what that was all about. Had he been testing him? Yes, that must have been it. As Mihawk left, he wondered what would have happened if Perona had not entered when she had. Would he have kissed him? He shrugged realizing that he would never know and there was no way he would confront Mihawk about it.