saturday one piece posting
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Mihawk raised an eyebrow — and his glass — at his fellow Guild leader. "Care for a drink?"
"Depends, am I gonna have to catch up with you?"
That gave Mihawk pause. He thought about it. "Would be a boring evening otherwise."
"Fair point."
So, they drank.
They drank a lot.
In which Mihawk succumbs to alcoholism in Crocodile's greedy, hedonistic company.
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- Part 1 of saturday one piece posting
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The nightly habits of his Cross Guild-mates were, uh, concerning to say the least.
Buggy took it in stride. Sure, sometimes there would be bloody-murderous screaming coming from Croc's tent, and Hawkeyes had been seen more than once prowling the meeting halls, with that oversized bedazzle-stabber clenched in his fist. They were quirky like that. He could get used to weirdness, pretty fucking quickly.
But sometimes his crew got scared.
In which Mihawk sleepwalks, Crocodile has nightmares, and it's up to the Guild's Chairman to figure something out.
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- Part 2 of saturday one piece posting
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"The great Mihawk Hawkeyes, defeated by a fungus."
Sat at the Guild's private dinner table seat, was the former warlord. He stared from under hooded eyelashes. He could only breathe, and hum his disapproval at the jab.
Crocodile's meal lay half-prepared in front of him.
In which Mihawk eats toxic mushrooms. Crocodile gets high. They each have a little fun at the expense of the other.
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- Part 3 of saturday one piece posting
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Once the marines landed ashore, the base became a field of orders. Specks and dust billowed from their stomping around. Mihawk traced the current of sand. Too thick, and too neat to be natural. Then a captain, or vice-admiral, all the same to him, thanked and dismissed them.
"What will you do with your free time, Hawkeyes?"
"Not sure yet. I will miss the challenges to my title…"
Crocodile chuckled. Then turned around. He showed Mihawk his back, confidently, proudly. And climbed aboard their small marine-flagged ship. Sengoku's courtesy. Over his shoulder he said, "I'm sure you are capable of finding something to entertain youself with."
In which Mihawk passes the years studying one of his oldest acquaintances, Sir Crocodile.
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- Part 4 of saturday one piece posting
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"Crocodile, step inside—"
He had been about to, take the fucking clue from the heavens and slip beneath the deck into dry cover. When the cracked mast of the ship broke in two, and then threes. His squinted eyes caught Mihawk side step the first break. Not the second. The coat flap of his shoulder got caught in the flash-quick splintering.
Mihawk's head smashed into the railing, broke through it.
He fell into the sea.
In which Mihawk gets hurt and Crocodile gets sick. They take care of each other's insufferable asses.
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- Part 5 of saturday one piece posting
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Buggy shared a look with his second Second-Officer. "One of us should check on him later," he declared with more confidence than he had intended. "If he doesn't show up by dinner, I'll do it."
Slowly, Mihawk turned to him. "Are you sure you'd rather not allow me to be the one to check on him?"
"Please, it's my responsibility! Clause thirty-one," in reference to if the Chairman directly and-or indirectly brought harm to the island, that it would rest on him to fix it before calling on the aid of the Second Officers. This entire situation definitely constituted within the clause's binding word. As his suggestion. His vacation plan to Nameless Mushroom Island. His sad, sad mess to fix. "I've got this handled."
In which Buggy accepts responsibility for Crocodile's bad spore reaction.
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- Part 6 of saturday one piece posting
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"Sir Crocodile. Whoever you next lock those pretty eyes with will become your true obsession. The object of your desires. You won't be able to keep your mind off of them until it kills you!"
Then dove-mask stood back. Wait. Wait what the fuck. Buggy struggled in his chains. Now, fight as he might to get Crocodile's attention, with a screeching, "You just had to piss the loverboy off, didn't you!!" it didn't quite snap him out. "I swear on all the seas if you're losing your mind over there and leaving me the sole braincell owner in this building—"
And then the worst possible scenario happened.
Mihawk crashed through the roof.
In which Crocodile gets Fruit-cursed to lust after Mihawk.
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- Part 7 of saturday one piece posting
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He was watching Crocodile masturbate.
I should leave, came to his mind like an empty command. Because his silent shadow-steps did not, in fact, take him away down his original path, but closer to the gap in the door. The world inside widened. He narrowed his focus to Crocodile's hand working leisurely at its target. Still, didn't leave.
In which Mihawk develops a voyeuring kink.
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- Part 8 of saturday one piece posting
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It has been five days since leaving the quiet life of habit he built for himself behind. His home in Kuraigana would be repossessed by marine scouts now. The island itself, with his decade-old garden and the humandrills, would be left alone, one might hope. He must move on and settle for the noise and rumble of Karai Bari.
It has been five days since he last slept.
In which life in Karai Bari takes adjusting, Mihawk suffers sleep deprivation, and Crocodile lends a bed.
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- Part 9 of saturday one piece posting
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The lizard stood itself taller. Its full body, no longer than Mihawk's forearm and hand together, tensed up. Its hissed squeal was squarely directed at his face. The sound came off angry, indignant, and most strange of all, entitled to his attention. It had one missing left limb.
"…Sir Crocodile?"
"Meep." A nod.
Well.
Undeniably, Mihawk must be going mad.
In which Mihawk must go through lizard-pet handling training, Buggy becomes an accountant, and they race after a certain Devil Fruit to get Crocodile back on two legs.
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- Part 10 of saturday one piece posting
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He could tell Crocodile had five different muscle knots making his walk meaner. It was obvious, once you noticed that he was sieving into sand every time he moved, in the guise of taking steps. Whatever he'd done had locked either in his neck, or his ribs.
Buggy, kindly of course, pointed it out to him. And he'd be downright courteous about it, like a concerned leader and chairman of the Guild should be.
"You're gonna grind your teeth into sand, unless that's the point?"
In which Buggy employs his handy skills on a too-agonized-to-complain Crocodile.
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- Part 11 of saturday one piece posting