#he wasn’t trying to deal with all that paper work whenever Mihawk decided that needing to be fucked outweighed being subjected to an idiot

[kacievvbbbb]

Shanks, because he is infinitely more politically minded than Mihawk (a man actually in the government) will ever have the patience to be, is more than likely aware that the marines will be extremely rattled and that the blow back would be intense if a Warlord of the sea was seen around an Emperor.

And sinces he’s not trying to cause a WG incident everytime he tried to go on a date with his pretty bird and also because he’s just a troll at heart. Shanks has collection of increasingly ridiculous giant sunglasses that he insists (read pouts) that Mihawk wear to hide his gorgeous eyes, before they go anywhere they could be seen.

What started out as a “necessity” had quickly grown into Shanks’ pet project of finding out just how absurd a pair of sunglasses could be and how much would he have to beg before Mihawk put them on?

[shikkearu]

Irreplaceable Part 5: Clearing out the apartment

https://www.wattpad.com/539581455-irreplaceable-part-5-clearing-out-the-apartment

Zoro was not fine.

He was more silent and got spooked more easily. If Perona went away even for a tiny moment he would start crying. They, Mihawk included, stayed by Morias for a couple of days. He was more than happy to have them there and even started to bond with Mihawk.

- ”What are you two reading?” Perona came into the room while rocking Zoro to sleep. Mihawk and Moria were sitting on the sofa looking rather smug. - ”Wait! That's the photo album! Moria, don't!” But it was already too late. - ”You were really cute dressed up as a bear,” Mihawk was smirking. Moria was showing the most adorable five-year-old Perona dressed up as a bear. - ”She wanted to grow up as one. It was a way of life for her. When I told her she couldn't be a princess and a bear, well...” He pointed to the next picture of her now wearing a crown and a tutu over the bear outfit. Mihawks smirk widened as he looked at the picture and then at Perona. - ”You know it's not too late for that yet,” Mihawk said and he had the most nastiest look on his face. ”I bet we could find a suit your size.”

They both laughed grossly.

- ”And an astronaut suit,”Moria added, ”as she wanted to be the princess bear of all bear astronauts the next week.” And ofcourse there was a photo to show along.

- ”You two are the worst!” Perona grunted. ”Come, Zoro. Let's go find a more peaceful place.”

- ”Zoros gotten a bit better now.” Moria was holding Zoro who was a bit spooked but not crying. - ”Oh, that is good,” Perona shouted from the next room. They were teaching Zoro back to his normal self. It wouldn't take long. Mihawk sat infront of her and let out a small sigh before saying: - ”Lets leave Zoro here with Moria.” Perona looked at him angry. - ”Only for the weekend,” he added, ”We really need to start the work on the apartment and we can't have Zoro go to another episode like that.”

She nodded. She didn't want to upset Zoro and she was ready to deal with the apartment.

They went by Mihawks house. A week had been wasted at Morias and it was time to start working. At the apartment Perona pointed out which furniture to keep, sell and trash. Mihawk started taking photos and making ads at online selling pages. Perona went through their old clothes. She could smell her husband everywhere. But still she went through everything, though a bit teary most of the time. By the end of the day she had filled several bags worth of clothes to take for charity. She only kept the newest and most dearest pieces she had. She could buy new some day. She also kept a couple of her husbands clothes. It was funny but she didn't have any favourite clothes of his. His style was very dull in the end. Mihawk had already got a couple of messages concerning the double bed and closet. Thankfully the city was big, so it had a lot of people interested in cheap furniture.

They decided to sleep in the apartment, Perona on the bed and Mihawk on the sofa. They woke up quite early in the morning. Mihawk went to get some breakfast for them, while Perona sorted out the mail that had come there before the address change. Bills, adds and a letter to her husband. It didn't have an address on it, but she knew who had sent it.

He looked at the letter grossed out, before tearing it to shreds. - ”Who is it from?” - ”My `mother´” he said disgusted. - ”But didn't she leave early on?” Perona was baffled. - ”Well it's not my mother actually,” he laughed a tiny bit. ”It's my father faking to be my mother. Such a cliché, I know.” - ”But why?” - ”When my mother left I was about six. I was at the day-care and mothers day was close. We had to make cards to our mothers. I did one like a good boy, but when father came to take me home, I stomped on it and cried that I hated mom. He calmly took the card from me and said he would send it to mother for me. And I had been happy. Maybe getting a card from me telling how much I loved her would get her to come back.” He looked angry and Perona petted his cheek looking worried. - ”You don't need to tell me.” - ”I want to.” He took her hand before pressing his face against it, closing his eyes. - ”I got a letter from her. She explained that it had been her job as a model that made her go. That she was sad that she had left. She promised to write me whenever she could. I had been really happy and told my father about it. He was acting surprised.”

They were now laying on the sofa, his head against her chest. She caressed his hair.

- ”There was never any address to send a letter back to. Said she didn't have a permanent residence and that father would tell her what she needed to know. By twelve I had figured out it was father writing me. I confronted him once about it, but he insisted it was my mother writing those generic letters.” He sighed. - ”I haven't read any of them in years now and they don't come in so often. Last one was hmm... half a year ago. But I humour my father by telling him how glad I am to get letters from my mother. Hey, Perona...” He turned to look her in the eyes. - ”Hmm?” - ”Promise me that when we get kids, we'll never abandon or lie to them like that. Even if we split.” - ”Horo horo. What makes you think we'll get kids? You fool! I might leave you tomorrow.” She showed him tongue. He grinned. It was the day before he proposed to her.

- ”Does this look familiar to you?”

Mihawk looked at the letter she was holding inches from his face. He grabbed it and after taking a good look he gave it back to Perona. - ”I don't know who sent it.” - ”You did!” - ”I have never sent my son letters. We used emails and text messages.” He frowned. ”Open it.” - ”Didn't you fake that his mother was sending him letters?” She pouted. - ”Do I really look like the type of person to do that. Open it and see for yourself!” Mihawk was right, of course he didn't look like the type at all. Perona opened the letter and read it. It wasn't meant for her husband. It was for her.

”Good spouse of my son.

I have tried to reach him for years and I fear he stopped reading my letters a long time ago. So i wish this final letter will reach you instead. I have learned from my ex-husband of his passing and I regret that I haven't been able to get acquainted with you. I am a very busy person and my personal life has suffered because of it. I know that I have a grandchild and I wish to see them atleast once. My husband has failed to relay any pictures to me. He says he needs our sons' permission and since he is now gone I ask it from you. If you could give him a permission to send me some I would ever be so grateful.

The mother of your husband”

- ”What the hell is this letter? It barely gives any information on her and all she does is ask for pictures. What kind of a mother is she?” Perona already knew the answer to that. - ”She had her reasons,” Mihawk said quietly. Perona looked at him. She had thought he was a bad father, but -oh- how wrong had she been. Maybe the mother as well wasn't such a bad person. - ”What does she do for living then?” - ”She works on the fashion industry. Maybe you've heard of her...”

Peronas eyes widened as he said the name. - ”But she seems so young. I can't believe it.” - ”Believe it or not.” - ”The mothers day cards?” - ”I sent them to make her feel bad. She just never felt bad enough to meet up with him. I did try, but she wouldn't do it.” Anger flashed briefly in his eyes, but most of all Mihawk looked worn down. Clearly talking of his ex wasn't something he liked to do. Perona thought for a moment and then finally said: - ”Can you try arranging a meeting for us? If she wants a photo, she can take one by herself.” - ”I will try,” he sounded defeated.

They were going through some old papers trying to figure out which ones were important and which were not. It was very boring to do, so she took the photo album her husband had carefully assembled for them. On the cover with big letters read ”Our Romance”. He had been into tacky stuff like that. Mihawk chuckled and started going through it with her, while she explained where each photo had been taken.

- ”What happened in this one?” Mihawk pointed to a picture of Perona laughing, holding out a hotdog. Text under read: ”The moment I fell in love” - ”On our second date. Right after a seagull had taken his hotdog. He was sulking so I offered mine to him. He was so taken back that he told me to stop and let him take a picture. The moment felt really stupid at the time.” - ”I can imagine. He was really into photography. He wanted me to take photos of him doing silly things. Like the one of him holding a large cappagehead he had grown.” - ”Yeah, that's a good on- Damn!” - ”Got you.” Mihawk looked at her smugly. - ”Yeah, you did. Don't let it get into your head.” She smiled and punched his shoulder. Mihawk looked back at her with a gentle smile. She blushed and took out her phone. - ”Let's take a photo together!” She held her hand out and at the moment both stuck their tongues out. Perona laughed at the photo. Mihawk looked ridiculous. It was good. - ”Thanks for helping me. I wouldn't be able to do this on my own.” She rested her head against his shoulder. She felt safe with him around. - ”Not a problem. I wish I could have been more with you, back when he was still alive.”

They continued sorting the papers.