One Piece SMIH: Mihawk

                "I'm not an urchin! Don't be so mean ___," Your captain says, making you open an eye and looking up at Shanks.  

                "Sorry captain," You mutter, sitting up.

                "It's okay, you're pretty tired huh?" He comments, picking you up by the back of your collar. He walks you to the front of the room. "Here, I'm volunteering ___," He states, setting you in front of the chest.

                 "But captain-"

                 "No falling asleep ___~" He interrupts, poking your cheek. You snap at his finger as it retreats. "Heh, I kinda hope you don't draw my item," He chuckles, backing up. With another growl, you reach into the chest. Your fingers brush something soft and pull out a feather.

                  "Why does this look so familiar-" You break off in realization and look back, locking eyes with the greatest swordsman in all the seas. Hawkeye met your glare with an equally displeased look.

                  "Oh, boy," Shanks sighs.

                 "We're gonna need a new closet," Lucky Roo comments.

                 "Hand over the swords," Sengoku tells you both. You reluctantly take off the sword and hand them to him, shooting Hawkeyes another glare. He ignores you, handing the swords to Sengoku. You storm into the closet and sit against the wall. Why all the tension towards the swordsman? He cut up your ship, and wiped out most of your old crew. You had fought against him equally, but to no avail.

                  He comes in and sits across from you after closing the door. Silence. "Your arm has already healed?" He asks, but sounds like a statement.

                  "Yep," You reply bluntly. He shifts.

                  "Still think you can take me on?"

                  "Damn right," You grumble.

                  "You do look stronger than last time," He comments. You could feel his eyes scan over your body despite the darkness. Even though you couldn't really see him in the darkness, his gaze made your skin warm.

                   "Still hate you..." You mutter, looking toward the back wall.

                   "... Is that so?" He murmurs. A scream sounds suddenly, making you instinctively crash into him. You both look toward the back wall warily.

                   "What the hell was that?" You whisper.

                   "I don't know," He breathes. His eyes glide over to you since you were pressed up against him, watching the back wall warily, unconsciously gripping his cross necklace. "Did that startle you?" He quizzes.

                   "Of course it did!" You hiss, turning your head to glare at him but tensing when your nose brushes his. You could make out his eyes in the darkness. Before you can lean away, another scream sounds making you jump and look over again. Hawkeyes, however, was still focused on you.

                   Trying to figure out what the screams were coming from, you didn't notice him lean forward until his breath sweeps over your neck. You pause, heat rushing to your face as you glance at him warily. "You always have such a sweet scent," He mutters.

                  "What are you-" Another scream cuts you off. Hawkeyes looks toward the wall now and you both move toward the wall. You gingerly push on it, opening it up. You blink at the corridor before sharing a glance with Hawkeyes. He reaches over and closes the wall.

                   "They're fine," He says calmly.

                   "Yep," You agree. There is a pause and you realize how close you are to him. You start to move away, but his hand wraps around your wrist.

                   "Do you truly hate me?" He murmurs. Something about his tone makes you blush.

                   ".... N-no," You admit. As soon as you uttered the word, his lips pressed against yours. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he hungrily kissed. You were surprised by his sudden affection, but soon was drawn into the kiss. Your fingers entangled his hair, deepening the kiss. He opens your mouth, tongue dancing with yours.

                  You both pull away for air, eyes locked. "What was that?" You breath. He hesitates to answer, starting to kiss your neck. "Hawkeyes," You growl, pushing him back gently. He makes a face, which was kinda shy and cute.

                  "I.... Know you hold a grudge against me for your crew, but ever since that day... I've been captivated by you," He murmurs. He looks into your eyes, "I apologize for all the pain I've caused you, and the wound on your arm," He whispers, pressing his lips to the scar on your arm. You were too shocked to respond at first.

                     "Damn you," You mutter, making him look at you a bit sadly. You cup his cheek and kiss his lips. He pauses before kissing you back, arms wrapping around your waist. He pulls you closer so your body was pressed against his. After a while he pulls back.

                      "I am in love with you ____," He tells you. You blush heavily, and press your forehead to his shoulder. "I'm not sure how to take that response," He breathes. You let out a breath, suddenly all those times your mind wandered to him made sense.

                       "I... Love you too," You realize. You pull back, still blushing slightly. He blinks and smiles, eyes lighting up as they gazed back at you.

                       "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," He says. You glare at him slightly.

                       "I love you Mihawk," You tell him. His lips crash into yours at that. His chest rumbles with laughter. He kisses your lips repeatedly, hugging you close to him. A giggle escapes you. The door opens, and surprised gasps make you break apart. Shanks gaps at you before starting to laugh.

                       "I knew there was something between you!" He cheers. You and Hawkeyes share a glance.

                       "It's a bit loud here, shall we continue this elsewhere?" He inquires, helping you up.

                       "Sounds good to me," You hum.