【Eagle Red】Lifetime

Mihawk lay on the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling in a daze, and gradually calmed down his rapid breathing.He really wanted to turn his head and say something to Shanks who was also tired beside him, but he didn't know what to say.

Shanks' breath passed over his bare right shoulder regularly, and after the instant warmth, he would feel the coolness in the air, then warm again, then cold again.

"Are you asleep?" he finally asked softly.

"Huh?" The red-haired man snorted lazily, "If you didn't ask me just now, it's almost time now."

"I am so sorry……"

Shanks raised his arms suddenly, and hung his head above Mihawk's gaze, "What are you apologizing for? Woke me up? Or something we did?"

Mihawk was speechless for a moment, he looked at the face of Shanks occupying his field of vision, and tried hard to read a little bit of the other party's real thoughts from that smiling expression, but failed in the end.

"I was wondering... are you drunk?" The swordsman decided to be blunt.

The smile on Shanks' face seemed to grow a little bigger, "Who knows, you expect it to be like this?"

This relaxed and vague answer aroused a little anger for no reason. He reached out and wrapped his arms around the back of Shanks' neck, lowered Shanks' head a little towards him, and stared at Shanks from a very close distance. Those eyes, "No, it's the opposite. If you're just drunk...I'll be very unhappy."

Shanks seemed a little surprised by this answer. Mihawk saw that he restrained his smile, and lay back to his original position silently: "...Go to sleep, you are going to set sail tomorrow, you have to keep your spirits up."

Mihawk's heart trembled, and some kind of emotion mixed with relief and apology suddenly overflowed in his chest, making him a little out of breath - he had been thinking about how he should react after this unexpected accident , things came too hastily, and he didn't have enough time to figure out Shanks' position and intentions.

Just break up after one night?Mihawk couldn't say goodbye like this, but he really needed to be alone.He felt that he seemed to understand something, and he seemed to be even more confused, which was actually more at a loss than losing the direction to go.Mihawk, who was full of confusion, quietly stretched out his right hand and shook the ten fingers of the opponent's left hand.Shanks' warm breath still brushed over his body unhurriedly, truly reminding that this sudden event was not a dream.

It was the other party's calm words that paved the way for him to retreat. Mihawk felt a little guilty, but he had nothing to say after all.

Mihawk woke up in the morning sun, and there was no trace of Shanks in the cabin.He's a little surprised that he fell asleep so quickly when he was in bed with someone and upset, and didn't even know when Shanks left when he woke up.

When Mihawk finished washing and walked onto the deck, he saw the silhouette of Shanks looking at the horizon.The red-haired pirate didn't put on his black cape, and the open neckline of the white shirt and the straw hat behind him were flapped by the breeze.

Before he could get to the side of the boat, Shanks looked away, turned around and gave him a big smile, "Did you sleep well, Hawkeye?"

"……not bad."

Shanks snapped his fingers, "I know you are a good cook, but there is no rule on Reid that guests leave hungry! Last time Beckman let you go by mistake, today you have to finish your breakfast no matter what. go again!"

Mihawk looked at Shanks in high spirits in silence, the attitude of the red-haired pirate towards himself did not seem to have changed due to what happened last night, which made him slightly disappointed and relieved, "Then thank you very much .”

Shanks put his arms on Mihawk's shoulders logically, and whispered in the swordsman's ear with a little joke, "I'm really weak... But this time, you still have an obligation Can you lend me a shoulder?"

Mihawk's mood improved inexplicably, and he replied casually with some pride that he hadn't noticed, "I don't think you are so weak."

"Say something like that at a time like this?" Shanks couldn't laugh or cry, "It's really too much."

Mihawk couldn't help thinking about the situation last night. In this special situation, it was the first time for him to personally practice it, and Shanks was also far from being as well-informed as he advertised.That vigorous body seemed tense and stiff at the beginning, and their process was naturally not perfect. Even though Mihawk had exhausted his patience and gentleness, he was trying to comfort each other clumsily, but he could still see that The pain and unnaturalness in Shanks' expression.

That's why he became more and more puzzled by the other party's smile that was always hanging on his lips, and it also seemed to be a sincere and happy smile. Even at the moment when he and he were about to reach a critical moment, Shanks still refused to leave his eyes eyebrows.

Mihawk thought that he should be embarrassed and lost his composure at that time. He stretched out his hand to cover Shanks' eyes, but he was caught by the wrist, and the smile on Shanks' face became more presumptuous as he approached. And flying.

Mihawk stopped recalling, and lowered his voice slightly: "Don't make fun of this kind of thing."

"Yo, shy boy?" Shanks teased, patting him on the back, "I thought you wouldn't be coy."

"I really don't twitch..." Mihawk stretched out his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, "I just don't want you to have more energy."

"!!!"

Shanks suddenly felt that Hawkeye was really a pirate in some strange ways.

The breakfast time on the Reid was still lively and cheerful. Mihawk sat quietly in the corner drinking porridge, his eyes followed Shanks who was being pulled around by the crew.The red-haired man still had an optimistic look, happily chatting with his partners.

That's not a world I can participate in.

Mihawk stretched out his hand to support the huge black knife behind his back, and suddenly felt that Shanks might be much smarter than him—no matter what happened between them, he would still leave, and that guy would continue his adventure .There was no room for each other around them—the redhead might have understood and accepted this fact a long time ago.

So when Mihawk propped up the black sail on his small boat and left, he heard Shanks' words "Don't forget the agreement on Mount Vernon one year later", and he just looked at the blue ocean in the distance, with his back The other party waved his hand and didn't look back.

He didn't need to look at Shanks' expression anymore, and he didn't want to guess what kind of mood and thoughts that person was having.

...That's it, Mihawk thought with relief.

However, it will not be until a long time later when Mihawk sits on a boulder in the mountains, facing the stack of newspapers in hand, and looks at Shanks' vigorous smiling faces captured from various angles, that he will understand that he was wrong. How powerful it is.

Mihawk thought of Shanks and him countless times when they met and separated, especially the smiling face that was still eye-catching at a certain night, a certain person, and at a certain moment.He didn't know if such a self would make the other party laugh, and he couldn't think about whether Shanks, who was far away in the sky, would occasionally think of himself.

He still chooses to live in the uninhabited mountains, and occasionally goes to the towns below the mountains to buy some necessities, and by the way, replenish the newspapers from the past period of time.He will seriously turn over everything, not even skipping the most disdainful SBS.Even just seeing redhead's name mentioned in reports about other pirates would put him in a daze for a long time.

And in a certain issue of SBS, the scandal that Shanks’ real identity is actually the long-lost Oro Jackson, the illegitimate son of Hades Shirbaz Reilly’s illegitimate son was turned over several times by him. Every time he put down the newspaper, he realized that there was still an involuntary smile on his lips.

He thought helplessly that he was really sick.

Sometimes he would go out to sea to find one or two more decent warships and cut them off. He knew that his actions would be caught by the media. Gradually, there were more and more news about him, and he was commented as "Hawkeye loves more and more Cut the boat."

In fact, Mihawk also knew that the guy in his heart would always fall asleep after reading three lines of newspapers. He shouldn't expect the other party to care about his actions.But sometimes he felt that, every time the news of him chopping up the boat came out, the news of the redhead causing a big mess would follow soon after.At this time, the number of times the swordsman would turn over the newspaper and smile would be much more.

When he was recuperating on the Reid, he could see the red hair at any time, but all he pretended was his new understanding of sword skills. He was so eager to try those ideas, and he didn't want to stay on that big ship any longer. moment.

But when he finally finds a suitable environment and settles down, he holds a knife at all times, but his heart is full of some lively red-haired pirate.

For a whole year, the only improvement in Mihawk's swordsmanship may be that he has gotten used to his supreme sword.He hoped so desperately that this year would end soon, he couldn't calm down and think about his sword skills at all.

Things in this world are such a trick to people, so that Mihawk didn't understand his own heart until he left Shanks.

The red-haired man put the straw hat behind his head on his head, covering the glare of the sun, "...So Mount Vernon is only this big?!"

Beckman next to him looked up at the mountain that looked like it was only the length of a warship, "... fighting is enough, but it's not easy to watch."

Shanks waved his hand, "Even if the mountain is ten times bigger than it is, I don't want people to watch it. Judging from the news in the newspaper, Hawkeye seems to have become more irritable this year."

"The newspaper is not credible," Beckman asked the crew beside him for binoculars disapprovingly, "but the boss insisted on reading the newspaper for a whole year, which is really rare."

Shanks smiled silently, without further explanation.He put his hand on his chin, and the slight pricking of his fingers by the beard stubble reminded him of some old things for no reason.

"We arrived half a month early, Hawkeye hasn't come yet?" Shanks shrugged a little distressed, "Do you want the brothers to live on such a small island for half a month?"

Beckman put down the binoculars in his hand, "This island looks bigger than expected, it is surrounded by several hills, and if I am not dazzled, there seems to be smoke rising from the mountains."

Shanks took the binoculars, and after looking around for a while, he looked back at his deputy with some uncertainty, "I suspect it's cooking smoke?"

"I agree." Beckman blew a smoke ring.

Shanks suddenly took a deep breath unnaturally, "...he won't be here so early?! I haven't figured out what to say when we meet."

Beckman looked at his captain coldly and turned away silently.

"Hey! Beckman!" Shanks looked at his deputy unexpectedly, "What are you going to do?"

"Tell the navigator to drive the ship more slowly." The vice-captain of the Reid turned his head, "Hurry up and think of a few words for meeting! Didn't you learn a lot of beautiful words from the newspaper?"

Shanks gratefully watched his considerate first officer, and after the figure of the other party was covered by the cabin, he lowered his head and supported the straw hat and said to himself: "Hawkeye may not like any beautiful words..."

The Reid finally sailed to the edge of the island at a very slow speed, and the few mountains that were overlooked in the distance did not look particularly small in the near distance. Shanks checked his saber, and under the crew's joking farewell , stepping on the land of Mount Vernon in sandals, before leaving, he turned his head and shouted to the boat: "Everyone has a little confidence in me! Don't all bet on Hawkeye winning!"

"Why do I think this is a bit guilty?" Jesus Bu, who had not had time to preside over the game, muttered.

"I agree very much." Lackey showed a hearty smile, "The boss must not be cruel, right?"

Shanks stared intently at the gravel path under his feet, walking up very slowly step by step.This path up the mountain seems to have been split by a blade not long ago. The smooth rocks beside the road have not been polished by time, and there is a faint breath of sharpness.This is obviously Mihawk's masterpiece. That guy has always taken care of even the temporary habitat. The red-haired pirate looked up at the smoke from the kitchen not far away, and suddenly felt hesitant and anxious. .

I don't know how powerful Hawkeye's sword skills are.In this year, Shanks has been trying to figure out the tricks of domineering, although it is not completely fruitless, but it is not enough to control it well, and correspondingly, his time for practicing swords has been shortened a lot-drinking The time can never be saved, and the headache after hangover is not suitable for practice. Shanks is not as obsessed with improving his own force as Mihawk. He even suspects that he may not be as good as a year ago if he has not taken care of both sides.

However, facing Hawkeye, this is another duel that cannot be lost.Shanks didn't want the road under his feet to be abandoned forever after it played a role like the tableware in a certain cave a year ago.

He couldn't lose his reason to meet Hawkeye.

The red-haired man finally shook his head and put all his miscellaneous thoughts aside. No matter what, the day finally came!It's always a happy thing.

He turned around the top of the hill with a slightly hasty footsteps, and saw his long-lost friend condescendingly.

Hawkeye was sitting on a rock at the foot of the mountain, and at a not-so-close distance, his figure seemed a bit small to Shanks, and that person was still cooking like he did every time he appeared.

Shanks suddenly felt that this year was like a dream that just ended, only Mihawk's back was so real.They seem to have not seen each other for too long, and it seems that they have never been separated.He couldn't find words to describe the feeling in his heart, it seemed that no matter how far he walked, how long he walked, and how many adventures he experienced, when he climbed such a small hill, Hawkeye would be there doing it quietly The meal is waiting for him.

Shanks stepped forward in a daze - then he stepped on the ground and fell down from the steep mountain road, the cloak behind his back was entangled with his body, he couldn't stop, he only had time to protect it in a hurry straw hat.

When this whirling mess finally stopped, Shanks was still holding on to his hat, dazedly looking up at the blue sky that was no longer shaking, and then suddenly a face with no expression appeared in his sight above.

Shanks met Mihawk's golden eyes unpreparedly. He felt that there seemed to be a surging undercurrent under such calm and sharp eyes, as if the forbearance covered by the surface could be torn apart in the next second, and it erupted violently. ——There is no doubt that it was a mockery of myself.

Shanks sat up while supporting his arm that was sore from the rocks, and muttered, "I was planning to make an imposing debut..."

"It's already very imposing." Mihawk couldn't help raising the corners of his lips slightly.

He didn't expect Mihawk to arrive early, and Shanks, who had already had lunch, sat opposite the swordsman, watching him eat slowly.He gnawed on a roasted chicken leg that Mihawk kindly supported, regretting that he missed a whole set of delicacies that he hadn't tasted for a long time.

"Have you had a fulfilling year this year?" Shanks asked a little apprehensively, he was worried that he would quickly lose to the opponent who had been focusing on nothing else.

Mihawk raised his head, glanced at the smile on Shanks' face, and his tone seemed to be full of exclamation: "...Yeah, I've never been so full before."

These words made Shanks' heart sink. He patted his waist in frustration, and suddenly found something, so he said in frustration: "...Oops, I actually forgot to bring the wine."

After hearing this sentence, Mihawk conjured a kettle out of nowhere and threw it over.Shanks unscrewed the lid of the pot in surprise, took a deep breath close to his nose, and immediately knew that this was his favorite rum: "Why do you carry this with you?!"

"...I just want to drink once in a while."

Mihawk, who had packed up the tableware, sat quietly opposite Shanks, watching the other party's unchanging style of booze.He wanted to take a closer look at this guy who suddenly changed him—the red hair was still so informal, Mihawk couldn't figure out what was wrong with this guy.But he still enjoyed their time alone almost greedily, and some kind of intuition told him that once he asked those words hidden in his heart, he might never have such an opportunity again.

The small jug of rum was quickly wiped out, and Shanks tossed the jug aside, carelessly rubbing the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.He stood up, pulled out the western sword at his waist, and showed a hearty smile:

"Then you're full and I'm full, let's fight, Hawkeye!"

Mihawk also stood up straight, lowered his head, let the hat cover his expression, and put his hand on the handle of the knife behind him.

"it is good."