Wildcard ( One Piece Fanfiction x Reader)

Chapter 6

It was good to be home, you thought, as you reached the shore and pulled your boat next to the coffin on the beach. You stretched your arms and took your stuff, before wandering off to your house. You did not see Mihawk, but you were not anxious. He was mature enough to take care of himself.

As soon as you were inside the house, you went to the secretary, an original piece of furniture of the shipwreck, and opened the left drawer. Inside, there were a whole lot of documents. Your contracts. Out of your bag, you took some more and put them with the others. Although you were extremely extrovert, a handful and a pain in the ass, you had also this... almost dark, calculating side of you. A side that let you keep a name in the underworld, as a great dealmaker. Making deals with dangerous individuals, it was all about smiling. And keeping promises. And you only did this to obtain a certain information. You divided the contracts in to two parts: Completed and on-going. Let's just say on-going was much smaller than completed. You had contracts with warlords, yonko's and dozens of pirates. And the most irritating AND useful : The Revolutionary Army. The only reason you still accepted jobs like babysitting the Straw Hats, which you failed miserably. (But hey! They are still alive!)

You went out again, and crossed the border. "What are you doing on my property?" Mihawk asked, his hat covering his face in shadows. "I got wine?" you said. "You may enter." He said. You always knew how to persuade your homebuddy. You said next to him in the sand, as you asked: "How long have you been here?" "A week." "When are you going back?" "Not so soon. I am waiting for a friend." You emptied your glass and went for a refill, and another, and another, as he suddenly held your arm back. "Don't drink too much. I can tell this is not your first bottle." You still reached for the bottle, and he held it only further from you away. "You can't tell me what to do!" "You will only regret it tomorrow." "Why does everyone keep telling me what to do? (Y/N), Babysit the Straw Hats! (Y/N), take a bath! Do not drink! Blah blah blah!" Mihawk didn't argue with you, to much of your anger. You reached once more for the bottle, as you lost your balance and fell into his lap. "Bedtime, young lady!" he said as he practically carried you to your own bed. "It is not fair! Everyone has fun, I need to some creepy, stupid stuff! All the time!" you cried. "It is okay. Tomorrow is another day." He said, almost like he put a toddler to bed.

He laid you on your bed, and did your shoes out, as you kept grumbling about stupid flamingos. He wanted to put your blanket over you, as you suddenly sat up and hugged him. You murmured "Good Night", as your eyes closed and slept in. You definitely caught him by surprise, as he sat for a full minute motionless at your bed, before he whispered "Good night" back.

You did not remember anything the next morning, and every time you tried to start up your brain again, it failed, due to a certain headache. And maybe it was better so. It would definitely not help with the next problem.

The day after your hangover, you went for a swim, several kilometers away from the island. You were for 3 hours straight in the water. As soon as you came back to Sparkle Island, another ship had reached the island. You cursed, and swam around the whole Island to not meet the crew. You didn't want Mihawk to see his guests. You didn't ask about his job, and he didn't ask about his. So simply is that. You climbed the cliffs, near your house and sneaked in, hoping your neighbor and his guests had not seen you. You put a towel around your waist, over your swimsuit (Yes, you actually had one). And went for the fridge.

You screamed angry, as you caught a more corpulent person raided your fridge. You jumped on him and you two rolled through your door, fighting. You could give him a good punch in his belly, and as his weight pressed on your chest, you could barely breathe. In this manner you both descend the hill. At some point, you both stopped rolling, and you triumphantly set a knife against his throat. "You don't raid MY fridge! Do you have a deathwish?" Sudden laughter surprised you. As you looked up, you saw a fire near you, and familiar faces. As you looked back down, you suddenly recognized the person under you, who was laughing in your face. You first turned white, and then dark red. "Lucky Roux!" you yelled in surprise. Then you looked at the knife you still held at his throat. You took the knife away and almost jumped from him away. You were ashamed you tried to kill one of the Redhaired Pirates, but the thought of your poor fridge filled you with anger. Again. "Still! What gives you the right to raid my fridge?" As you pointed your knife at him. His captain laughed. "Don't you dare to laugh, Shanks! Raiding my fridge is only my right!" Even Mihawk raised his eyebrows, what his way was of laughing. "Not you too, Mihawk! Your eyebrows will pop off, if you raise them any further!" That hit it. Everyone rolled with tears in his eyes over the ground, as you tried to make a point. After an eternity, Shanks finally got up and tried to make a straight face. "Mihawk said you had some good wines. Although we did not know that you turn into wild monster, when someone touches your food!" You turned around, a bit offended. "I do not turn into a wild monster. I am just a little bit...possessive about my food." This answer made them laugh even more. You turned around and went back to your house. "Hey, where are you going, (Y/N)?" yelled Shanks after you, a bit confused. "To guard my fridge!" was your answer.

Shanks ran after you, and put his only arm around your shoulders. "Come on, (Y/N), have a drink with us!" "That's my wine! You can't say: Have a drink with us! Blah Blah Blah!" He only laughed. "Don't forget this is part of our contract." You shook his arm off. "Those contracts will kill me one day! Screw it!" You said. " I already promised Moria my dead body! I already gave up everything! What do you want, Shanks!" His smile had disappeared. "Just one night of fun with us! Look, even Mihawk enjoys himself." He clearly did not, as he tried to get away from Yasopp, who talked about his son. Poor swordsman. You sighed. "Fine. Otherwise I won't see that wine again."

You quite enjoyed yourself, actually. You sat between Mihawk and Shanks. One a silent presence, the other a loud and singing one. Later at night spirits went high up, And it all started with the fact you wanted a refill. "You shouldn't drink anymore." Mihawk said. You sat there, your motion of pouring wine in your cup frozen. Shanks leaned over you, to Mihawk. "Don't tell her what to do, Hawkeyes." The group fell silent, as they felt the atmosphere change. You jumped up and said loudly: "No one tells me what to do! You two are...impossible!" as you walked angry off. "Hey! What are you doing?" Shanks said. "I am going to take a swim." You said as you untied your towel and let it fall on the sand. You climbed the cliffs rapidly, and dove off, with 3 somersaults., right into the unknown deep.

You were under for a long time, while you screamed your agony out in the water. As your lungs were empty, you surfaced only to see worried faces at the cliffs. You smiled and you raised a thumbs up, as you swam out into the reef, leaving some people astonished behind.

After that, let's just say, you swam on purpose into a Sea Kings Nest. Otherwise you had probably killed someone. Not on purpose. Surely not on purpose.

As you fought barehanded with the Sea King, you thought about those two. They were really strange. The Sea King was not so big, so you put your hands around his neck, and broke his spinal with a loud crack. Mihawk and Shanks, they really acted like an old married couple.

Note of the author: She is not really satisfied with what she wrote, so she will try to make it up in the next chapter. And she also tried to make it look that Whipslash is not a complete food-obsessed idiot.  The author hopes you get that she actually uses her brain. Sometimes.

*Author sits in her room and thinks about what she wrote*

Author: You sure it went that way? It is not very connected...

*Whipslash lies in Author's bed and eats icecream*

Whipslash: I told you it just the way I remembered it.

Author: You were drunk. Twice.

Whipslash: Even so. Mihawk and Shanks do not want to talk about it.

Author: ...

Whipslash: Yes. I was drunk. But even when you were there, no one truly understands what happened.

Author: I kinda got it.

Whipslash: By the way, where are your Smoker Wallpapers?

Author: I took them off.

Whipslash: Are you afraid that I will tell the world about your obsession?

Author: I am trying to create a... professional atmosfere.

Whipslash: You are still sitting in your pyjamas, with 3 day old chinese on your desk. And you want a professional atmosfere?

Author: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

*Whipslash eats her icecream again and ignores meltdown nr. 2206*

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