【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Shanks sighed helplessly when he saw Mihawk standing at the bow of the boat with his arms folded and looking at the sunset.

This is the third day since Mihawk woke up.Shanks didn't stay in Mihawk's cabin all the time, and he didn't visit much.He followed the ship's doctor's instructions and tried to leave Hawkeye as clean as possible, so as not to overwork the patient.On the other hand, Shanks was suddenly a little confused. In the past ten days, how did he manage to stay by Mihawk's side every day? He and Hawkeye didn't have that much in common. The topic can be said.

After the members of the red-haired pirates experienced their boss staying in the cabin for three or four consecutive days, they finally saw the captain who stayed on the deck basking in the sun and drinking as usual, but his smile was less than usual Not a lot.

"What is the boss worrying about?" Jesus said with a puzzled expression, "Didn't it mean that Hawkeye is all right?"

"What do you care about those?" Lackey shoved the fleshy bones into his friend's mouth, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask!"

However, he could control Jesus Bu, but he didn't dare to hint to Beckman, who had always been keen, and could only watch him walk to the captain's side.For that person, the boss can only deal with it by himself.The fat man spread his hands out benevolently.

Beckman sat down beside Shanks, smoking a cigarette, "It's time for the boss to shave."

Shanks immediately lifted his distracted state, he still remembered what he said to Hawkeye, so he touched his chin and made a random decision based on the previous excuse, "I'm going to keep it from now on. "

"There's nothing wrong with the roughness of the pirates." Beckman didn't pay much attention to Shanks' new look, and suddenly changed the topic, "Is there something on your mind?"

Shanks immediately found someone to confide in, and replied very excitedly, "It's all because of Hawkeye!"

"I saw that he was in good condition when I delivered the newspaper in the morning." Beckman picked up the wine jar and poured himself a glass of wine.

"He is very good, but the ship's doctor is a headache." The captain of the Reid waved his hand angrily, "You also know that our ship's doctor is always meticulous in his work. He told me to watch Hawkeye lie in bed, but that guy just died. I stood up and walked around in two days! I listened to the ship doctor's reprimand, but I couldn't persuade Hawkeye on the other side, this is too embarrassing!"

The wise Beckman said that he could not help, so he took the initiative to withdraw and retreated unhappily, leaving Shanks alone in a daze.

"Hey! Hawkeye." At this time, Shanks looked at Mihawk's back for a long time, and finally walked over bravely, "Even if I can understand that you are bored in the house, you want to come out to bask in the sun." Mood, but why do you carry such a big knife on your back?"

Shanks looked wistfully at the half-arm-high hilt above Mihawk's hat, "This guy is not light, is it? Although I also think it looks good and suits you, but you just swaggered around on the deck. If I show it off, the ship doctor will scold me to death!"

Mihawk raised his eyebrows, and Shanks looked at the slightly changed corner of his lips, suspecting that his friend was gloating in his heart.

"I want to get used to the weight of this knife as soon as possible, but I didn't expect to cause you trouble." Mihawk's tone was relaxed and flat, "But I plan to leave this boat tomorrow, so let me show up for the last time Bar?"

"You mean... you're going to disembark tomorrow?" Shanks froze in place for a moment, "Are you kidding me, Hawkeye?!"

"If you count the days that you haven't woken up, I've been here for a week, right?" Mihawk took a deep breath against the setting sun, "Your ship has been away from Rigg White for so long, I won't leave again, To be taken to the Chambord Islands."

"What does that matter?" Shanks frowned rarely, "You are seriously hurt, how could I allow you to leave just like that?!"

"If I don't have the assurance that I can act alone, I won't force myself." Mihawk patiently persuaded the other party, "Before I came to Rigwhite, I encountered worse situations more than once. Don't underestimate it. Me, the redhead."

"Worse situation?" Shanks frowned upon hearing this. He took a step forward and stretched his arms to stop him, "At least not now! I won't allow you to disembark until your injury is completely healed!"

"Your captain's order is invalid for me, I'm not from the Reid." Mihawk raised his jaw slightly, confronting Shanks, "The only way you can stop me is to fight with me, now your The odds are better.”

"...But even if I knock you down, when you can stand up again, you will still leave, right?" Shanks stared helplessly at the other party's expressionless face.

Finally, he shrugged his shoulders in a disinterested manner, and muttered in a low voice, "I really think this is a good way, so that you will stay on Red all the time."

Naturally, Mihawk didn't take these crazy words seriously, he walked past Shanks, "Thank you so much for your fulfillment, I'll go back to the cabin first."

No need to worry about being blamed by the ship doctor anymore. Shanks didn't look at Mihawk's back. He stood by the bow, smiled lowly in the sunset sea breeze, and took another big gulp of wine.

That night, the pirates on the Reid were still singing and laughing on the deck.The soft moonlight shone through the windows of the cabin, and Mihawk half-lyed on the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling for a long time, but still didn't feel sleepy.This has nothing to do with the noise outside. The red-haired pirates are as happy as a festival every day, and he is used to it.

Mihawk thinks that he is excited about the new journey that is about to start. He has just solved the doubts that have plagued him for too long, and the endless thoughts in his mind are hindered by living here and cannot be implemented.

Of course, Mihawk would not slander the red-haired pirates because of this. Shanks unselfishly extended a helping hand in his most critical moment, and generously blessed him in his weakest time. He is very grateful for this, but But he didn't say thank you.This level of help can no longer be exchanged equally with a few beautiful words.

But Mihawk, who has never been used to being favored by others, can't imagine that Red Hair has something to bear by himself.That person has excellent assistants and partners, and his world is very appropriate, and it is not his turn to care about it.

The swordsman, who was a little worried about this, finally thought that maybe he could only keep the red-haired guy in his heart for the time being. If he paid more attention to his news, then one day, he would find an opportunity to pay him back. Great favor.

Mihawk, who was getting less and less sleepy, finally sat up. He lit the oil lamp, and found the only one he skipped from the newspapers delivered by Beckman in the early morning-SailorBuddyShow involving his own gossip.

Mihawk hung the oil lamp on the head of the bed, and planned to forget the clueless future imagination just now by reading, and planned to turn off the light and go to sleep when he got bored.

Just as he was reading the third page of the newspaper—about the revelation of the unknown level 6 to level 18 of Imperton, the great undersea prison, there was a light knock on the door of the cabin.

Mihawk accidentally put down the boring newspaper describing the prison as hell, and said "come in".

The door was pushed open a crack, and a wine jar and a half head of red hair came in first, and then Shanks showed a big smile, "I saw the lights are on here, if you haven't slept, Do you mind if I come and sit down?"

Mihawk's painstaking efforts in reading the newspaper were wasted because of the appearance of red hair. He lifted the quilt and was about to put on his shoes and get up, but Shanks who had already entered the room held his shoulders.

"You are still sick, just sit on the bed." Shanks pressed the wine jar on the soft quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed unceremoniously, "I sneaked in behind the ship's doctor's back, since you have been I haven't heard much from him, so why don't you drink less with me tonight? It will be a year before we meet again."

Mihawk didn't hesitate, and happily took the cup handed by the other party.

Shanks stared at Mihawk, who was sipping his spirits, and he should probably use the word "miracle" to describe his behavior of running to disturb the other party.

This is definitely an unplanned action. Shanks was sitting on the deck listening to the crew talking nonsense and drinking wine. He just occasionally cast his eyes on the window of the cabin where Hawkeye was.That person's intent to go was too determined, and he wasn't willing to listen to other people's arrangements, so the only thing he could do was send him a quiet night, so that he would feel refreshed when he left the next day.

Just when Shanks thought that Hawkeye was probably asleep, a light suddenly appeared in the window.Shanks was a little surprised, he watched the light for a long time, but still didn't see it go out.

If Hawkeye hasn't rested yet... the red-haired pirate suddenly wanted to see his friend again, and he regretted that he deliberately avoided Mihawk's behavior during the past few days when Mihawk was sober. I thought early on how precious this kind of time together is, and once you miss it, it will not be easy to get together again.

However, at this moment, facing the calm Mihawk with such a mood, he couldn't say anything.He and Hawkeye had spent so much quiet time together in that little coffin ship, but the same silence now made Shanks uncomfortable, and he didn't know why.

He bumped glasses with Mihawk, and after taking a big sip of wine, he decided to find something to say.

"Hawkeye, I still remember the first time I saw you."

"That happened not long ago, right?" Mihawk looked at Shanks calmly, "It's strange not to remember."

"Huh? That's right." Shanks scratched his head, "But why do I always feel that it's been a long time..."

"Too boring this time? No adventures you're interested in?"

"Maybe?" Shanks murmured uncertainly, but in the next second he patted his leg unwillingly, "Speaking of which, you took all the adventures! I didn't even have time to experience any decent battles." !"

"Then as a compensation, I can fight with you now." Mihawk proposed a solution immediately, and added kindly, "I can already control the power, and I won't let the sword energy overwhelm you." The Reid is completely wrecked."

Shanks decided to put this unsuccessful conversation to the back of his mind, he suddenly laughed cheerfully, and returned to the original topic, "I still remember when you were sitting on the coffin and cooking soup without wearing a coat. "

"...I didn't expect someone to come." Mihawk secretly completed the second half of the sentence in his heart—and he was such a troublesome person.

Next, with a feeling of helplessness, the swordsman heard the red-haired pirate's argument that a half-naked guy should be bold, and the other party still insists on this view even today, which made Mihawk in the beard incident Afterwards, I once again appreciated Shanks' tough-talking features.

"However," Shanks suddenly moved closer to Mihawk, "I'm curious, what did you think of me at that time?"

"Very strong." Mihawk immediately gave the answer.

"and then?!"

"No more." The swordsman's answer was extremely crisp.

Since then, Shanks has tried to find a lot of topics, but every time he died because of Mihawk's answer that made him speechless.Shanks didn't know how long he sat in Mihawk's room, and eventually the wine jar he brought was empty, and their intermittent conversation roughly recounted the time they spent together.

The red-haired man looked at the completely dark sky outside the window, and in the silence when they stopped talking, he could no longer hear the singing from the deck. He knew that the night was already deep.Hawkeye still waited patiently for him to speak, but Shanks knew it was time to say goodbye and leave.

With a bit of reluctance to part with him, he moved his body a little and was about to stand up, but that strange impulse suddenly seized his heart again.

Shanks wasn't even sure if he had had too much to drink, but he was pretty sure he had a sudden urge to test something, even though he might avoid Hawkeye from now on.

A certain sense of excitement that can only be felt when experiencing a big adventure rushed into his heart instantly, as if the pores of his whole body were tremblingly blasted, and a great joy slipped down his back.Shanks showed a flamboyant and presumptuous smile, and suddenly leaned his body towards Mihawk.

With a smile, he stared at the other person's golden eyes, and gently put his left hand on Mihawk's naked abdominal muscles, without moving a moment, without saying a word.

Mihawk, who was completely undefended, was stunned for a moment, he raised his head in surprise and looked at Shanks—that kind of smile!Mihawk's heart beat suddenly half a beat slower.

Shanks has many kinds of smiles, usually he will put on a gentle smile; when he is happy, he will open his eyes wide and smile showing his white teeth; when making fun of people, he will beat the things at hand, He leans forward and backward until he can see his gums; he smiles very guilty when he realizes that he is confused... Mihawk has seen all kinds of red-haired smiles, but he has never seen Shanks with such an aggressive smile.

But this smile is not unfamiliar to him at all, it is more deeply imprinted on the swordsman's heart than any kind of red-haired smile - Mihawk once thought that he would probably always remember his last moment under the [-]-meter water At the moment of crisis, that wanton and flying smiling face appeared in my mind out of thin air.

He once thought it was his own inexplicable hallucination, but at this moment, the red-haired smile coincided completely with the imprint deeply hidden in his heart for no reason.

Mihawk couldn't help avoiding this game of staring at each other, and then he found that it was even worse - Shanks' hand was still gently pressing on his abdomen, and the hot heat in his palm penetrated through him, which was slightly cool due to being naked His skin, as if the flames were burning fiercely, directly raised a feeling that he absolutely shouldn't have.

Mihawk couldn't take his attention away from being touched at all.Strictly speaking, this cannot be regarded as a tease, the position where Shanks' hand falls is not a sensitive zone, and there is no movement beyond the limit.Not even Mihawk himself knew why he was getting some kind of goddamn throbbing, but the not-so-young swordsman no doubt knew what it meant.

"Stop messing around, redhead." Mihawk finally straightened his face, trying to make his voice sound as calm as ever, while secretly praying that the other party didn't notice his embarrassing change.

"Nonsense?" Shanks' palm suddenly moved to Mihawk's chest, and the intense heartbeat there was responding to him quickly and powerfully, carrying some kind of overly strong and strange message.

"It's a pity then," the red-haired man moved his body closer, his eyes swept over the other's Adam's apple, and his smile added a little smugness, "I'm playing for real this time, Hawkeye!"

Mihawk fell back in shock, but the back of his head hit the head of the bed. He felt that he had no way out, "...do you know what you are doing?"

"Don't underestimate me." Shanks' lips were close to his ear when he was hesitating, "I grew up on a pirate ship, and I have read everything I should know..."

The red-haired man chuckled softly, "I'm afraid you don't know!"

"...Are you sure?" Mihawk used all his energy to retain his self-control that was flying away without hesitation, he hesitated, neither turned his head to look at Shanks at close range, nor could he say No outright refusal.

A strand of red hair that fell in his peripheral vision moved slightly, and Mihawk felt the other side's new stubble rubbing against his ear.

"Yo, Mihawk, are you still a pirate like a mother-in-law?"

The slightly drunken breath with the taste of rum brushed over the side of Mihawk's face.This provocative sentence was the last spark, using the swordsman's remaining struggle as a fuse, mercilessly let the scorching desire burn all over his body.

Mihawk suddenly exerted strength, turned over and pushed Shanks down.To his surprise, the other party obediently lay down on him, but there was still that flamboyant smile on his face.

Mihawk didn't want to delve into the meaning of it, he pressed Shanks' eyes with his hands, and raised his face forcefully, so that the overly smug smile drowned in each other's lips.