Me: -Looking around. There is nobody here. Sighs in relief- So here's my next story with another favorite of mine. In fact he's my number one. Mihawk...
Mihakw: I'm your favorite? Then you should know better than writing about me.
Me -Jumps in shock- Where the hell did you come from?
Mihawk: No fear ... -Smirks evilly-
Me: Yikes. Oi Mihawk just leave. You don't have to read it, but I have some followers out there wanting to read about my favorites ...
Mihawk: It's about me right? Let me decide if I want anyone to read it or not.
Shanks: Come on Taka no Me. It's only for fun. If I can endure it, so can you ... Let Devilgirl be or I will kick you.
Mihawk: Like a cripple like you could ever beat me.
Shanks: Let's see about that.
Me: -'While those two argues, I upload the story'- Hope you'll like it. And remember I do not own One Piece. I only own my OC.
Pirates. She hated most of them. They were noisy and cruel. She had met few who were alright, but she hated most of them. Especially those she just had tired up and thrown onto the cart. They were rapist, murders and thieves. She took the cart and started to move towards the harbor with it. Filthy pirates. She put them on their ship, set the sail and steered it away from the Island. Then she left the ship, letting the sea take the pirates away.
She walked into the bar and sat down. Soon the barkeeper came with a bottle of red wine to her and placed it at her table with a glass. She poured herself the wine, swirled around, while she looked at the color. She took a small sip, gurgled and then swallowed. Normally you would spit it out, but she would not waste the wine like that. It was good and she nodded. The barkeeper hurried away.
He saw her entering the bar. Long slim legs. He looked at her body from her feet to the top. A slim, yet trained body. She wore a simply green dress and black high heeled sandals. Her face was framed by long light curled red hair. He couldn't see the color of her eyes, but they were intense. She looked young and innocent, but the way she moved, told him that she was confident and had some experience. He liked her choice of wine and how she treated it.
Her eyes wandered over the room. Smugs, pirates, thieves and other scum was sitting in their corners, eyes on her. Then her eyes fixed on him and she mustered him. She knew exactly who he was. Being who she was, she had to know. After dwelling on him for some time, her eyes went to her wine and then she was observant about her surroundings.
He didn't fail to see how the people around reacted as she came in and as she let her eyes wander over them. Fear was showed and they started to talk in a low voice, almost whispering. She choose to ignore this and as her eyes set on him, he saw she took a good look, before her attention went to her wine and her surroundings once more.
After two hours, she stood up and walked to the stairs. It led her right pass him and she gazed shortly at him. A small and shy smile played on her lips, making her look innocent. He followed her movements and saw what room she entered. He took his time. The voices around became a bit higher, but not much. He was intrigued. She held such a power over the whole bar.
"What did she do to those other pirates?" He heard someone nearby whisper.
"From what I can understand she takes the pirates, tire them up and put them back on their ship. Then she sail the ship away from the Island, before leaving the ship and let them to their destiny." Another voice answered.
Slowly the bar got empty. Nobody wanted to stay here longer than necessary. Many had already left, but not frantic. Just naturally. He wondered why and how she got that kind of power. Yes she was trained and properly strong, but most pirates and thieves didn't respect a woman, even though she was known for her power. What was it then? He drank the last of his wine, place the payment and a little tip too, before going upstairs. His room was next to hers.
As if she had felt him come, she stepped out of her room with a towel and only wearing a red robe. She didn't smile, nor hurried back into her room. Instead she walked straight pass him and to the bathroom. He heard the water as he looked the door.
She had gone through the wanted posters. Nothing special and none had been on this Island. Most of those with a bounty on their head avoided this era. Maybe because of her. Those who got here, mostly kept themselves out of trouble. Maybe it was because of that, that he was here. It was quiet and nice. Almost peacefully. She wrote what had happened into her black notebook. Then she took off her clothes and put on her robe, finding her towel and left the room. Somehow she had timed it, so he would see her like this. She didn't care and walked to the bathroom, taking a shower.
It wasn't his room, but he didn't care. He looked around. It was like his room. It bore no signs of someone living here. Only a backpack, some clothes and a notebook was seen. He took the notebook and started to read. It was like a diary. The first date was from 7 years ago.
10th June 1505
They killed mom and dad. Just because they could. Filthy pirates. I showed them fear. Serves them right. Carter, who owns the bar, is now my caretaker. Like I need one. I'm 15 years old. Well, as long as I have a place to stay. I'll make sure to handle the ugly and filthy pirates. If they bothers me or do something to the town, I'll deal with them.
So she was 22 years now. 11 years younger than him. He continued to flip through her notebook, reading how she took care of those who were a threat. She was cruel. Nowhere did she write about love or happy stuff. Only cold facts about how she fought the scum of the sea.
He came to the last entering.
22nd August 1512
Another pirate crew didn't know what was best for them. Tried to rape me in the bar and after I lured them outside to the forest, they tried to raped me once more. I beat them up, tired them and as usual I put them on their ship, set sail and left it. Serves them right.
As I came back to the bar the people showed fear and were talking in low voices. I don't care, but then my eyes felt on him sitting at a table near the stairs. I've never met him before, but I do know who he is. After all he is famous or is it infamous? As long as he behaves, I'll let him be. However I feel slight drawn to him. Something about his presence makes me want to do stuff I've never done before. He gives me some unfamiliar feelings.
I better shrug it off. I need a bath to cool me down. It's getting hot, just thinking of him. What is wrong with me? Was the fight too hard or did I caught something? But it's weird though. It's only the thought of him that makes my heart beat faster and making me feel hot.
He smirked. It seemed she was innocent in some way. And he was the reason why she felt so hot. She even felt herself drawn to him. He just loved sweet innocent women and men. He was bisexual, like most pirates were. She would be the next woman he would seduce. And he would show her a world of pleasure.
He laid down her notebook and looked up into a pair of emerald green eyes. Her hair was wet, and she had only her towel wrapped around her body. He could smell flower, which must come from her shampoo. She stared at him.
"What are you doing?" she asked coldly.
He voice was like music in her ears.
"Wanting to know who you are," he said.
"You've read my diary, so now you know. Leave," she said.
It was hard for her to stay this strong. She felt her heart beat slightly faster, just as when she saw him the first time. As she had come back from the bath, she hadn't expected him to be in her room, reading her diary. It was annoying and normally she would kick the person's ass, but first she had only a towel covering her body and second she wasn't sure she wanted to do so.
"No. I'm going to help you," he smirked slightly.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh and with what, if I may ask, Mr. Dracule Mihawk?" she asked.
Mihawk kept smirking. This woman was so innocent and screamed to be showed into the world of pleasure of adulthood. She looked into his yellow eyes. The warm fussy feeling started to come back. What was going on here? Why couldn't she just throw him out? She was a confident young woman. Sure he was the world's greatest swordsman, but she knew a trick or two.
"Just trust me. I won't hurt you," he said, getting closer to her.
She took a step backwards, more of instincts than fear. Her eyes were still fixed on his. In one move, he had closed the gap between them and held his arm around her waist. She gasped from surprise, but he did not lose time, as he pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened for a moment, taken completely off guard.
After a moment, she tried, half-hearted, to push him away, but he just deepened the kiss. She had to admit that being in his arm, having his warm and soft lips pressed against hers, made her feel warm and fussy. She wasn't sure what to make of those feelings. It didn't seem like danger to her, more like … Well, she wasn't sure what.
Mihawk licked and bit her lower lip for entrance and after a few seconds, she granted him this and her eyes closed. He explored her mouth and played with her tongue. He knew she had giving in to her lust and feelings. It did indeed make things easier for him. He had never raped a person before and even though he was attracted to her, he wouldn't start now. He preferred to seduced them and he succeeded every time.
She was first lost in the feeling. Never had she felt like this before and it scared her, yet not that much. His kiss was soft, but somehow demanding. She had closed her eyes and just let this happen. Then she felt his body react to the kiss and her so close. It brought her back to reality and she realized that she was only wearing a towel and she kissed the strongest swordsman in the world. She pushed him away, this time with all she had.
He let her push her away. If she hadn't reacted at all at his body's reaction, then he would have been slight worried. However he didn't let go of her, but their bodies didn't touch each other. She looked into his eyes and he saw she didn't know what she should do. He stroked her cheek lightly, sending a shiver through her body.
"I…" she was lost for words.
He leaned towards her, so his lips were outside her left ear. "I won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy," he whispered.
She shivered lightly, as his breathe landed on her ear. She closed her eyes, not knowing what to do. He kissed her ear, before pulling her close again. She leaned her head backwards and he kissed her exposed neck, sending chills down her spine and a slight moan escaped her lips. He lifted her up from the floor and went to the bed, where he gently put her down.
"Tomorrow you will be able to call yourself a grown-up bounty hunter," he said and kissed her.
She kissed him back, wanting this more than anything. He was kind, even though he was a pirate. And he was no threat to her. She led him seduce her and enjoyed his skillful hands and lips. She had never been attracted to a man before, but that didn't mean she didn't want to be with one. And she had known that she was attracted to him, even before her mind. This night would be her first time and she wouldn't regret it.
Me: I won't write lemons in these one shots.
Mihawk: That properly saved you from death but not from your punishment.
Me: Don't like it? Like I give a damn. Yikes. -Avoids Mihawks kotagana and runs into the living room-
Shanks: Oi Devigirl... Mihawk let her be. Damn it.
-Shanks protects writer, while she hides behind Benn, who only sits there with a smirk.
Me: 'Maybe I should chose to write a story about him too'-
Rayleigh: What's going on here. Fighting inside? Get out brats.
Me: Rayleigh-sama. Mihawk is just annoyed because I didn't want to write a lemon, though I set the stage for it. He properly wants me to end it.
Mihawk: That would be your death sentence.
Rayleigh: That man doesn't know how to have fun.
-Mihawk gazes annoyed at them all, decides it's not worth it and leaves.
Me: 'I better sleep with on eye open and in the same room as Rayleigh or Shanks'-
Shanks: Don't worry Devilgirl... I'll protect you.
Me: Thanks Shanks. Maybe I should remind Mihawk about what kind of power woman truly has ... -Grins evilly from the idea that just had popped into my mind-
Benn: Don't worry. He liked the story. I saw it. -Smiles-
Me: Thanks, Benn. Please leave a review if you also liked it.