#fearinducing

All our times have come,

Here but now they're gone.

Seasons don't fear the reaper,

Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain...

We can be like they are.

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Still, definitely not spying on behalf of the World Goverment.

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Not the current target.

Even so, S-HAWK had business regarding the legendary red-haired yonko. He has yet to instigate a brawl. The most the little winged fella did, not 6 feet here in these fandomlands, was have the audacity to come storming forward. He abruptly halts, lifts up a photograph, and persistently shoves it in Shanks's face.

The picture reveals two grown men kissing. The original and this mutt.

The constant pointing is a silent questioning of WHY WHY WHY.

For a few split moments when the boy appeared in front of him, Shanks was convinced he was hallucinating. He was the spitting image of Mihawk when he was younger, albeit with white hair, black wings and ---- fire? A Lunarian? Mihawk as a Lunarian? What the--- ?

The red haired man glanced down at the bottle he still held in hand, the contents of this particular one being filled to the brim with some wickedly good moonshine, and for a few split seconds, Shanks even considered the boy to be a a product of his imagination. When a picture was shoved in his face without a word, however, and he became aware of the contents of said photo, it was a sober up call like no other.

There was a lot to unpack, from the boy's appearance to how on earth he got to the photo, not to mention how he managed to track him down.

@fearinducing

Is now a good time? Maybe over dinner would be best? Luffy's sure if his father has any say ( which he has most of) he'd never leave the house or think of leaving. It's not fair and they both know it. Luffy isn't a child anymore and the world is a huge place, filled with more people than assassin's.

The deep scar on his cheek twinges like it wants to itch.

No, he's not a child, that indecent was nearly eleven years ago and it wasn't his fault. He'd done as his father said, kept busy, kept quiet and — no. Luffy shakes his head and takes a deep breath. He's nineteen, basically a man with no life experience and he's outgrown this place buuuut what if something happened again?

Slim fingers pull at his cheeks, the circular thinking liable to drive him crazy instead of a no.

Don't give him a reason to say no. Do you wanna die here?

“Wani.” He clears his throat, back a little to straight and hands stiffly at his side. Luffy slinks into his father's office like a inchworm, doesn't mean to make himself small but he is. The young man is lanky, sharply dressed in light green button down and cool color argyle sweater vest with his grey house shoes on. He's always been on the smaller side and has always wondered when another growth spurt would attempt to lessen their height difference.

“I wanna—” he takes another breath, hands gripping the side of his slacks. “I wanna go to another island.” It's out and the flood gates open. “Not a far one but ya know, I wanna explore ‘n obviously not alone.” He laughs. “Oh course not alone but ya know we've been on Arabasta forever, all the books you bring me have all these cool places ‘n I wanna go there!” His anxiety is somehow under control, excitement even bubbling into his words. “I'm old enough now and—and I think it'd be fun. Sailing looks fun and all of it looks fun!” The food, the people, the wildlife, all of it's outside those doors. A life of adventure, glory, treasure … friends.

“Again, not a far one.” Throws his hands up to emphasize his point as he pats the air. “And not alone.” As many guards as it'd take, even if it's a buzzkill he's willing to compromise. “If you don't say yes well…” The anxiety is back, dark eyes quickly darting away from the man to look at the wall then the floor. When he speaks again it's mumbled, words barely moving his lips. “I'll do it anyway.”

She was going crazy.

That was the only answer, something had happened and now she was seeing things. Because there was no way she was staring at a child version of Mihawk. Even as her mind tried to rationalize what she was seeing her mouth worked faster.

"Whhhhhaaaat?!" The yell left her, louder than she had gotten in a long while. It did help her focus though, and she started to see the major differences between her Mihawk and this person. He was younger, tanner, his eyes were wrong. "I.....who are you?! Why do you look like Mihawk?!" He wasn't the right size to be Mihawk's child, he wasn't the right size to be anyone's child.