The Swordsman's Cat ( Zoro X Reader)

Chapter 27 : Mi Amor

Chapter 27 : Mi Amor 

On an uncharted island, Dracula Mihawk found himself ashore, waiting to meet his acquaintance, Monkey D. Grap. The marine seemed lost in a wave of melancholy, deep in thought while snacking away. Mihawk, a man of few words but deep convictions, couldn't help but be blunt in his approach.

"Why did you want to see me, Mihawk? Like me, I thought you would be going feral at the loss of your daughter," Grap voiced his expectation of grief.

"Enough sulking, old man. I came to tell you that your granddaughter is alive," Mihawk declared, standing firm, waiting for Grap to shake off his despondence.

Grap, stirred from his seat, reacted impulsively, his emotions overpowering his reason. "You... you did the ritual?!" he exclaimed, gripping Mihawk's collar in a surge of anger.

"How could you? It was Hasumi's only request from us! How could you have forsaken her wish and tormented her daughter's soul!"

Mihawk's stoic demeanor remained unshaken, his composure a testament to years of discipline. "Umi's wish was for us to never use it on her. Not on OUR daughter. She never wanted to use it on herself for a few reasons. One being, I was not her soulmate. I would not have been able to bear half of her pain, and she knew this," he explained calmly.

"Stop trying to bring your daughter into this. Let her rest in peace. She wouldn't have wanted to see you this miserable either."

In this somber confrontation, the clash of emotions and philosophies reverberated like the waves crashing against the island's shore. Grap struggled to grapple with his grief, tangled in his desire to honor his daughter's memory while confronting the reality of her revival.

Mihawk, ever the pragmatist, believed in following the spirit of Umi's wish rather than clinging to its literal interpretation.

Amidst the weight of their shared past and their differing interpretations of Umi's desires, the two men stood, facing the turbulent sea, each grappling with their inner demons and the responsibility that came with choices made. The saga of family, loss, and the blurry lines between love and preservation continued to unfold on this isolated island.

"D-did Y/N suffer?" Grap's gaze shifted towards the vast expanse of the ocean.

Standing firm, Mihawk closed his eyes briefly before responding, "Yes, but not entirely. Her soulmate bore half of her pain."

Weeks after the war, Grap found the strength to laugh, a mixture of relief and bitter understanding.

A tear glistened at the corner of his eye as he chuckled, "I see! HAHAHAHAHAHA. So that's why you performed the ritual! The little kitten has gotten herself a boyfriend, hasn't she? Who is it?"

"Roronoa Zoro."

"Ah, someone from Luffy's crew," Grap grinned broadly.

Mihawk nodded, confirming Grap's assumption, "But that is not the reason I sought you out."

"I doubt you came all this way just to reminisce..." Grap closed his eyes, his smile still present, the air charged with tension.

"I heard the Marines know about Y/N being a Nekomata ," Mihawk stated in his characteristically composed tone.

" No they don't' but after Akainu's attack, it was hard to keep her existence a secret ," Grap shot a piercing glare at Mihawk, the weight of their history and diverging paths palpable, " When she had sacrificed herself, her ears and tails were not shown but because i was pinned down by Sengoku, he figured out that she was my grandaughter. But other than that, they do not know she is a Nekomata, her name or that she is still alive."