Living with Hawkeye

elder brother....

I had a super powerful dream, a very real dream...

I saw Hawkeye, Luffy, Ace, and my most admired white beard uncle, but I was so afraid that they would die, just like you.

elder brother....

If they die, I will cry like last time, so hurt and sad, and shed a lot of tears.

******

In my dream, I frowned, because there was so much noise around me, the sound of collapse, the sound of waves, the sound of panic shouting, and the sound of low crying, it was so noisy that people could not sleep, I slowly opened the door Sleepy eyes, hazy vision, I rubbed my eyes and muttered.

"very noisy."

"Quiet, you slept like a dead pig for a long time, Xiaobai, furfurfur."

Needless to say, it must have been said by Don Quixote Duflamingo, I opened my eyes suddenly, reached out and grabbed his feather coat, pulled it towards me, and said to him with gritted teeth.

"I'm a pig and you're a super dumb, dumb flamingo!"

"Really..." Don Quixote Duflamingo pushed the sunglasses with his slender hands, looked at me with an inscrutable smile on his face, and at the same time let go of his coat, Because I found that at this moment, I was being hugged by Hawkeye, the kind of princess hug!

I froze instantly, covered half of my face with my fists and revealed my eyes and said to him, I'm fine, you can let me down now.Hawkeye heard this and looked at me with deep eyes, as if he had no intention of sending me down. I frowned in confusion, when Don Quixote Duflamingo suddenly said.

"Xiaobai was really guessed right by you..."

"Guess what?" I turned my head and looked at Don Quixote Duflamingo. Before he could explain clearly, my eyes inadvertently swept across a person. My eyes passed Don Quixote Duflamingo, and the smoke It gradually dispersed, and when I saw the young man lying in a pool of blood from a distance, my heart trembled suddenly.

"Is Ace dead..." Ace's serene smile gradually blurred in my eyes, and my tears fell on the blood-stained ground, I asked knowingly.

"Yes, Xiaobai."

The voice was cheerful, and it really made people angry when they heard it. I grabbed his cloak again, pulled him over, and shouted angrily with a crying voice; "You are so happy when you die!! Let you Happiness makes you happy makes you happy."

I shook him emotionally, saying I shook him rather than saying I shook myself, he never moved at all, instead I shook myself, I let go angrily, glared at him fiercely, turned my face away, He buried his face in Hawkeye's arms, not wanting to see all this again.

Sure enough, this is not enough, not enough...

"Hawkeye I...I'm so uncomfortable." I curled up in his arms and choked up, so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe, my hands were tightly clutching his clothes, and suddenly a hand patted me because I was crying And the trembling back made me feel even more uncomfortable.

"What do you mean by justice?"

When I saw Ace's death at that time, I kept thinking about this question, and I kept thinking and asking. Don Quixote Duflamingo answered my question.

"Fufurfur, of course the winner is justice, Xiaobai!"

Hearing this, I suddenly turned my head to look at Don Quixote Duflamingo, pointed at him and said angrily, "Just right, Hawkeye, beat him up for me, we are just!"

"Hey, Xiaobai, do you think that I will definitely lose to Hawkeye?

Don Quixote Duflamingo raised and frowned dissatisfiedly. I bit my lower lip and looked at him with wide eyes. Seeing his face becoming more and more distorted and blurred in my eyes, I still couldn't help it. Howled.

I cried like a child, crying unscrupulously, just purely, sadly crying for the person I like and admire.I haven't cried like this for a long time. I hate crying like this, but I can't help it.

I buried my face on the back of my hands. I didn't know that there were many people looking at me at this moment, with all kinds of eyes watching and watching.I didn't notice or care, I just knew my sadness, my sadness.

"Where are you going, Hawkeye?" The unknown navy asked Hawkeye who was about to leave. Hawkeye stopped and turned his head.

"Although I promised to fight Whitebeard, but Redhead is not within the scope of the agreement, so I stopped."

I stopped crying when I heard this, raised my head and sniffed my nose and asked, "Is the eagle eye red?"

"Ah."

"Then look, look." I sat up straight in his arms, resting my chin on his shoulder, and saw a man wearing a black cloak with red hair from a distance, with a Western-style jacket hanging from his waist. The man with the sword on his side, just looking at him like this can feel his aura is shocking.

Because of the arrival of the red hair, Marlene Fando fought on top, and the curtain came to an end. The marines ran around among the wounded, and the pirates stood there crying, and my eyes darkened.

I was thinking, if the redhead could come earlier, earlier, perhaps Ace and the white beard uncle would not have died. Every time I think this way, I blame him a little bit, but in fact, I seem...shouldn't be like this .

"What's Xiaobai's dissatisfaction with the red hair?"

Don Quixote Duflamingo noticed the change in my mood, and the unflattering smiling face magnified infinitely in front of me. I glanced at him indifferently, and then buried my face on Hawkeye's shoulder in frustration. He said dully; "Hawkeye, let's go."

Hawkeye hummed softly, carried me a few steps away, and a voice sounded behind us, Hawkeye's neck was hooked back, and then I heard...

"Who is this lovely girl Hawkeye??"

I looked at the red hair hanging on Hawkeye's shoulders, lowered my head and looked at me ambiguously, Hawkeye looked indifferently at the uneasy red hair, broke free from the red hair's shackles without leaving any traces, and continued to move forward. The voice said calmly; "You should have more important things to do now."

"That's what I said." The redhead stood there and stroked his stubble.

I was silent for a while, tugged at Hawkeye's clothes, Hawkeye stopped and looked down at me, I lowered my eyes tiredly and asked, "Can you pick me up some clothes?"

My body was covered with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, which made my heart unbearable. It reminded me of what happened the night my brother passed away.

The bloody arm, and the ceiling billowing with smoke.

******

Redhead on board.

I let the hot water splash on my face, and there were bursts of stinging pain from my knees that were worn out on the battlefield. I ignored it, picked up a towel to dry my body, and put on the clothes that the redhead wanted, There is no women's clothing on his boat, and the clothes I wear are his.

I walked out of the bathroom cautiously with my trousers in hand, sat on the red-haired bed, bent down and rolled up the trousers a few times, and looked around the red-haired room with my hands. It was very clean, and I didn’t miss him at all. Suddenly, My eyes were drawn to a jug of wine on the bedside cabinet.

After staring at it for a long time, I moved my body, held it in my hand, weighed it, opened the cork, and smelled it with my nose close to the mouth of the bottle. A strange smell came to my nostrils. Head poured into mouth.

I was choked by the wine and coughed violently for a while, hot tears flowed out, and I started to feel dizzy after taking a sip. Even so, I kept pouring wine into my mouth until I finished drinking.Dizzy, I heard the door creak open, and then I heard someone exclaim.

The author has something to say: I thought it would not be updated this week (booger digging)

It was finally written by me (looks up and sighs)