Ghost. {Sabo x Reader}

Mr. Creepy and The Mansion.

Your brows furrow as you stare at the large wooden door before you, the air surrounding you had long since grown cold but it would seem all this build up leads to nothing, nobody seems to be home.

Naturally, the second you even begin to consider that possibility, you're proven wrong.

The handle twisting and the solid barrier soon opening slowly, emitting a loud creak but the person inside doesn't open up fully, in fact all you can see is a part of a pale cheek in the shadows and a single golden eye peeking out at you sternly.

"What do you want?" The person plainly asks, his voice is so cut and crisp that you forget for a moment what you wish to say, as your wide eyes adjust on the half-hidden man you begin notice more tiny details about his face - like his facial hair for example, his slight frown, oh and the fact that he literally has eyes like a fucking hawk.

So that's where his nickname comes from...

"Uh-huh..." Sabo nervously confirms from behind as he subtly shuffles closer to you, his cold hand trying to hold yours but it only drifts through your limb once again, causing the blonde to audibly huff and for you to snap out of your terrified stupor. 

We're here for a reason, damn it!

"Your wife said I'm welcome to come to her for advice." Finally, you've found your voice but the man doesn't seem to understand or care what you mean, he still stands with the door mostly closed, staring down at you as if you were but a mere peasant. "Or your girlfriend...? Housemate?" And now your tongue has run away with you and you can't seem to stop babbling. "Y-Y'know, pretty, gothic-looking, pink hair...? She said her name was Perona, I believe. I thought she--!" 

"Do you ever stop talking?"

Did he just say--? HOW RUDE!

"I thought it was well-mannered to explain why you're at somebody's doo--!" Your words thankfully get stuck in your throat when the man sighs and steps back a little, opening the door wider and allowing some sunlight into the mansion as he waits for you to enter. 

It's only as you pass him to enter the home that you can see him properly, he's very tall with dark somewhat-greying hair, sharp golden eyes with a slight ring around the irises - something you've certainly never seen before, he's also dressed slightly victorian...

Is this man a vampire or something? Come to think of it, his surname is Dracule...kinda like Dracula. 

"Heh, so you've noticed it too~?" Sabo chimes from behind as you begin to follow the imposing gentleman into his living room where you assume you'll find Perona. "We always said he looked like a vampire, though he's probably so pale because he never leaves his house unless it's to make kids cry." 

Much to your dismay, the boy's comment makes you snort, something that you immediately want to slap yourself for when Mihawk glances over his shoulder at you, a small frown still very much etched into his features.

Eeek! I'm sorry!

"Here." Mihawk coldly mumbles, seemingly taking no notice of your slight blunder as he stops at an open door, the room harbours an orange tint to it and sat just inside, you spot the pinkette with a cup of tea by the large lit fireplace, a content smile on her lips as you enter the room but she needs not to look at you to know who you are and why you're here. 

"Please take a seat." The lady politely chimes, setting down her warm drink and taking the small teapot from the table before her, filling up a spare cup as you follow her instruction, there is even a seat for Sabo too.