Maelstrom

Chapter 37

Ruse's POV

After getting to Mihawk's base, or home whatever he wanted to call it, you let out a sigh of relief.

Finally! You were exhausted, grimy, and hungry.

Your stomach growled at you angrily, and you glared down at your midsection. "Oi, don't go getting any ideas there ya bastard. I'll get you some food in a little bit."

You reprimand yourself, noticing Mihawk watching you amusedly.

Damn bastard thought it was funny huh? Of course he did. Shanks did the same thing, but it's not like you could help it! After all, your metabolism was abnormally high, seemingly to have a black hole of a void for your stomach instead of the normal eating habits as normal people.

Hmm...Speaking of food though...

"Oi Shishō, what's for dinner? I'm fucking starved." You ask your teacher, who simply answers with his weird facial expression.

Men.

You facepalm as he refuses to give you any verbal confirmation, deciding to take things in your own hands. If he wouldn't tell you, you'd find it yourself.

You sigh, before venturing towards a wide area in the hallways, looking for the kitchen or dining area. It had to be around here somewhere, just following your nose was usually good enough, but it took a bit more than just your keen sense of smell to pin down the location. You frown slightly as you continue to try and pick up the scent of a warm appetizing meal, finally able to pick up a faint trace of wheat and citrus. Aha! You strode into the kitchen area, a triumphant smile on your face as you let out a yell of victory. Mihawk was following behind you, seemingly enjoying your little quips and gestures.

But this man clearly didn't expect you to find his food source as fast as you had. He gave you a slightly shocked stare after you seemingly teleported into his dining area, a silver flash disappearing before his eyes, the outline of your frame seeming to leave a phantom afterimage behind. You still had the same huge grin on your face as you started to chow down on any available items lying around. Finders, keepers Mihawk. You shot him a smug smile as he walked in after you, his face still portraying a bit of shock and confusion at your antics, but he didn't let his expression stay that way for long. Now he had started to have a dark grin creeping on his face after a minute or two, Uh oh. What was that look for? You gulp nervously, still shoving food in your mouth as you start to sweat, his golden eyes narrowed on you in an analyzing stare. He continued to observe you as you kept auto-piloting your motor functions, shoveling a piece of toast in your mouth as you picked up a pre-made glass of orange juice with the other hand. Wheat and citrus, well, your nose never was wrong.

Finally after a moment of intense staring, he lets out a low chuckle. Yikes, that did not sound good, why was he laughing at you? You still continued to force more wheat down your throat, darting your eyes back over to him, was he closer than before? Nah, you were probably imaging that. You swallow thickly, clearing your throat once more after almost choking on some of the toast, lifting the glass back to our lips. Mihawk was definitely closer than before...you look up timidly. He was towering over you now, seemingly have moved at light speed, how the fuck did he get so close to you within mere seconds? You sweat drop slightly, setting down your now empty glass, and grin nervously at your teacher.

"Ahaha, yeah that was a good meal, huh Shishō?" You scratch your cheek, looking back at your teacher who still is grinning at you darkly. Scary! You chuckle lightly to try and break the tension, eyes darting frantically to find the nearest exit. As soon as you dart your eyes back to Mihawk though, you notice that he had leaned further into your personal space, his breath was tickling your face, a faint scent of cinnamon and roses.