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Story Extra Number Two - Period Problems

Story Extra Summary: Mihawk tries to console the reader during her period. Features Mihawk and Jinbe. Oh yeah, and Garp and Sengoku at the end.

Small Spoiler: Reader's period is going to come up again in a future chapter because everyone thinks she's a baby and needs to be reminded.

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You hissed in pain, clutching your stomach, abruptly dropping the bokken in your hand. Mihawk raises a brow at your pained state, making his way towards you.

"What is wrong, Y/n? Your performance today was also poorer than usual." It's been a couple of weeks since you started training with the shichibukai, and this week was your period. You were hoping that it wasn't going to be so bad like it usually was so that it wouldn't stop you from training, but you guessed you assumed wrong.

Face a little flushed from embarrassment, you answered honestly. "Umm... Master, I-I might be on my period this week."

He scrutinized you with those golden orbs of his, before lifting up your bokken from the ground. "I hope you realize that just because you're on your menstrual cycle this week, doesn't mean I'm going to go any easier on you. Nobody would in a real battle."

You nodded quickly, attempting to ignore the pain and grab onto the bokken. The pain that you were experiencing was nothing. You could handle it. Gripping the bokken tightly in both of your hands, you repelled yourself forwards, attempting to get a good swing at Mihawk. You watched as he swung his bokken up to block your attack, and you quickly changed your handling on the bokken so that you could hit Mihawk where he was open. He noted your tactics with a small smile, moving quickly to intercept the attack that was bound to hit him.

Except he was confused when you didn't make contact with him. Instead, he could only turn to look at you who was on the floor in agony at the cramp you were currently having.

You looked like you were dying.

Were menstrual cycles really that much of a struggle?

Sighing, he decided that maybe you deserved a little break for working so hard, and definitely not because he felt that you deserved the week off because of your struggles. Gently scooping you up, he marched up the stairs and to his bedroom, tucking you safely underneath the blankets. He learned the hard way of your phobia, and that was certainly something he didn't want the both of you to experience again. Moving towards the window, he unlatched it, sticking his head out, looking for your little phoenix friend.

Mihawk needed Phoenix to keep you company while he does some chores around the house. When he couldn't see the blasted bird in sight, he immediately radiated his 'you're not going to eat anything if you don't get your ass over here' aura until Phoenix immediately crashed into his room through the wall.

Yes. The wall.

He sighed at the fact that Phoenix was so dramatic, and the fact that he needed to get his wall fixed. Again.

"Stay here." He pointed at the bed and you with a stern face, to which Phoenix nodded slowly. He rubbed his temple. Why exactly was it so difficult to care for a bird and a fifteen year-old girl? It hasn't even been a month yet.

Why the hell did he make such an impulse decision to take you in as his student?

Walking downstairs, he headed straight for the closet for the cleaning supplies, only to remember that he also cleaned the castle up yesterday because of stress. He could have face palmed, except Mihawk didn't do such a thing. That was Shanks' thing. And he didn't want to be seen acting like that buffoon he called a rival.

Some how Mihawk found himself in the library, sifting through books about menstruation, totally not desperately looking for a way to save you from the pain.

He skimmed through each of the pages, chilling on his throne, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. It wasn't working. In the end, he slammed the book shut, and moved towards the kitchen to make you a herbal tea like the book suggested. He was already at the kitchen when he realized that he didn't have any tea leaves. And the fact that he didn't exactly know how to make tea.

How humiliating... He thought to himself, slightly sulking. Until the doorbell rang (lol yes, there is a doorbell). Already developing a bad mood, he didn't exactly want unwanted guests over, especially not Doflamingo.

However, outside the door was not in fact Doflamingo, but an unexpected visitor that Mihawk would never expect to see at his door. It was Jinbe, holding a small bag of-

TEA LEAVES.

Okay, he was trying super hard not to overreact right about now, but he couldn't exactly keep his eyes off of the bag in the fishmen's hand. Was it just super convenient that Jinbe brought tea leaves over just when he needed them to make you something for your period? Actually, now that Mihawk thought about it, that was a strange coincidence. Maybe the fishmen knew that you were on your period.

"What do I owe the pleasure for, Jinbe?" Jinbe, taking notice of Mihawk's somewhat glare on the bag of tea leaves in his hand, sighed.

"I think you know what I'm here for, Mihawk-san." The use of san left a bitter taste in Jinbe's mouth, but he didn't exactly want to die yet (better safe than sorry). He held up the bag of tea leaves. "This is from Garp-san and Sengoku-san." Mihawk took the bag of tea leaves from him, sighing at the fact that Garp and Sengoku was using the shichibukai as their little errand boys (and girl) and babysitters. Not that Mihawk really minded though.

He was proud to know that you could become such a promising young swordswoman. Not so much on the 'I can't handle sharp things or I'll die' but the two of you were making some progress. At least you could tolerate a knife from a distance.

"Thank... you." It felt weird coming out of his mouth. Usually other people were doing the thanking, or begging for their lives.

"...How...." Mihawk switched his gaze from the bag to Jinbe. "How is Y/n-chan?"

"She's fi-"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jinbe sweatdropped slightly as he watched the swordsman rush back into the castle, racing up the stairs. After a couple minutes of standing outside, Jinbe decided to let himself in the castle. Especially after smelling something terrible. His amazing sense of smell brought him to the kitchen, and that was where Mihawk was. Trying to make some tea. Except...

"You're not supposed to dump the tea leaves in like that." Mihawk shot Jinbe a glare.

"I don't remember inviting you inside."

"You're doing it wrong. Do you want her to start choking on tea leaves?" Mihawk made a face. How the fuck do you manage to choke on tea leaves? Jinbe knowing exactly what was going through his mind because he had the same thought when Sengoku and Garp were drilling things into his head earlier, immediately added, "She choked on the tea because the tea leaves tickled her mouth."

Yes. L/n D. Y/n was a complete idiot.

Jinbe sighed. So this was the infamous shichibukai behind doors?

The fishman grabbed the tea leaves off the counter. "I'll show you how to make the tea. That's also why I'm here." His eyes briefly glazed over to the delicious looking food on the counter.

So he can cook, but he can't make tea? How do you burn tea? Was that even possible to burn something so easy to make? What kind of cliched shit was this?

Nevertheless, the fishman showed his fellow shichibukai how to make Golden Tips Imperial Tea, the man tentively listening to each word, even if his face said otherwise. After making sure there was absolutely no tea leaves inside of the cup, and that the tea had cooled down a bit, the two of them walked up the stairs. They were about to make it successfully to the second floor when a bright red blur shot down from the hallway, smacking right into Jinbe, sending him tumbling down the stairs.

Luckily, Mihawk was the one holding the cup.

"What the-?" He felt a nip on his shoulder, and he looked down to see a familiar bird. "Get off me." Phoenix tilted his head innocently, digging his beak into his skin more. If Jinbe didn't have a high pain tolerance, he would have skinned the bird alive. Actually, he probably would have either way.

"I said get off." Phoenix tilted his head again.

Why?

"You know why, I'm not your food." Jinbe was about to say something before the the two men tensed up. If Phoenix was out here then-

A cry from up the stairs caused them to realize that you were up there alone. On your period. Didn't periods make women emotional? Jinbe thought. It was PNS or PMS or something like that, wasn't it?

Rushing upstairs, Mihawk slammed his bedroom door open, immediately heading straight for the bed. Turning on the lights, he placed the cup on the nightstand, and gently placed a hand on your back. He furrowed his brows at your flushed cheeks, and how uncomfortably hot you were. Taking his hand, he placed it on your forehead, determining that you had a fever.

As he did all those things, Jinbe stood there in surprised at how gentle he was being towards you. When the shichibukai first met you, Mihawk didn't seem to regard you in the slightest. What made this change?

"She has a fever." Those words snapped Jinbe out of his thoughts. So you had a fever? Now that he thought about it, Sengoku and Garp did mention that your immune system was weaker during your period. He probably should have brought some fever medicine now that he thought about it.

"I want you to stay here," Mihawk told Jinbe, before turning towards Phoenix who was sprawled out, chilling on the bed. "And you. You should be grateful I'm not going to skin you alive for all the trouble your causing me." Phoenix lifted his head up, squawking angrily at him.

"And you aren't receiving any dinner."

"SQQUUUUAAAAWWWKKK!" Mihawk shut the door, leaving to prepare some chicken noodle soup.

Jinbe awkwardly stood at the door, turning to face a very upset Phoenix, before fixing his gaze on you. You were probably thirsty, and drinking the tea that he prepared for you should help soothe you a little. Approaching the bed, he stiffened when he caught the scent of your blood. And he could smell a lot of it.

Gently reminding himself that this was natural, and that you weren't going to die (or else Mihawk would probably have his head), he nudged you slightly.

"Y/n-chan, I made you some tea." You weakly opened your eyes, pushing your arms to help you sit up.

"T...Tea...? For me?" He picked up the cup, gently placing to your mouth. Jinbe didn't exactly know how to take care of a sick person, but he was sure this was the basics of it. Sick people are weaker, so they needed more help. He breathed in, smelling the scent of your blood again. Then again, you were also on your menstrual cycle, so extra help was indefinitely needed.

After you were done drinking tea (and not choking on it), Jinbe placed the cup back down on the nightstand, and you leaned against the headboard. You were silent, and Jinbe took the time to study the room he was in. It was big and dark, with stone brick walls, and thick velvet maroon curtains. In a corner was Mihawk's signature sword, Yoru, and a large wooden wardrobe in another. Beside the wardrobe was a large desk with papers stacked neatly on top of each other.

Overall, your room was nothing he thought would be in your room. It kind of looked like Mihawk's room... wait- 

Realization dawned upon him that this was definitely not your room. He was in the Great Hawk-Eye Mihawk's room. Holy shit. How and why the fuck are you in his room and not your own!?

"I don't feel so good (Mr. Stark lol)." You didn't notice the way Jinbe stared at you in absolute horror and wonder, to immersed in your own pain.

"Er... Why don't you lay down?" You nodded absentmindedly, feeling very hot and gross. Moving so that your head wasn't against the head board anymore, you plopped down, eyes closed. You had a really bad headache. You cracked your eyes open, staring at Jinbe who was also staring at you.

Jinbe.

When did Jinbe get here?

Before you could ask, the door swung open, revealing Mihawk holding a tray of steaming, delicious, chicken noodle soup. Jinbe moved to the side as to not obstruct his pathway, and the swordsmen placed down the tray over your legs (it's one of those foldable trays).

"Eat. I want you to be in perfect condition before we begin your training again." You stared at the food in front of you, tears pricking your eyes. Mihawk was really kind. You knew he didn't have to take care of you, but he did. Even Jinbe was here.

"Th..Thank you, Master. You're really kind." Even so, you didn't exactly have an appetite. "But I'm not very hungry right now. I'll eat it late-"

"Eat it now." Your head was swimming as you processed that he wanted you to eat it that very moment. But you didn't feel like eating.

"Er.. You should eat something Y/n-chan," Jinbe spoke up. "You're sick."

Oh, so you were sick while on your period. Great.

Deciding to comply, you lifted your hand up to grab the spoon. The spoon felt very heavy, and you barely lifted it up before you felt yourself pass out.

Oh dear, this was going to be a long week.

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Bonus:

Mihawk made his way back to the library. Jinbe had left a while ago to relay what happened to Sengoku and Garp probably, and Mihawk decided that reading more information concerning menstruation would be helpful for future happenings. Gripping the book, he placed it on his lap, attempting to get comfortable once again. Phoenix was currently watching you again (on the promise that he'll get dinner later), so he currently had time to spare before he had to check up on you once again.

"You're really kind."

Was he really kind? He didn't think of himself as such. Especially when he had made so many enemies, pirates and marines alike. Nobody really ever called him kind. Then again, there probably wasn't anybody in the world quite like you. You, who didn't have a clue as to who he was when you first met. Granted, you didn't know about the rest of the shichibukai or the yonko, but even so, he still found you interesting.

And when his long time rival mentioned you that was really what got him so interested. What exactly made you so likable to Shanks? What made Shanks talk about you all the time? Was it your power? You're intelligence?

No, Mihawk knew what it was. It was your compassion.

Mihawk looked down at his lap, seeing that his book had flipped to a random page. He was about to flip back to his page when he glimpsed a particular line. He shut the book.

How vulgar. An orgasm to help relieve cramps and stress? He didn't need to know such indecent method.

He sighed, feeling slightly hot. Looking to the side, he saw his reflection in the window, and he furrowed his brows. Pressing a hand on his face, he wondered as to why he was so red.

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"Mihawk-san is currently taking care of her." Garp and Sengoku stared at Jinbe in horror.

"He what?!" Jinbe sweat dropped at their reactions. Sure, he had a similar reaction, knowing that the cold shichibukai had compassion, but they didn't have to be like this, right?

"Erm, I mean. Good to know." Sengoku coughed, trying to pretend that he didn't just have an outburst.

"That man better not do anything or I'll kill him!!!" Garp shouted, throwing his fist into the air.

A crash from inside caused the three of them to stiffen.

"HE WHAAATTTT?!" Oh dear, Akainu heard them.

"Oh? Saka-chan are you on your period too~?"

"Shut up you shit."

"Ora ora, you're disrupting my sleep."

"Take you and your lazy justice somewhere else!"

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Author's Note:

I hate periods. Lol everyone's so oc. Especially Jinbe.

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