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Doflamingo kills his brother for betraying him, and moments later learns that he is an uncle.…This was not a good day, indeed.
Do you know the feeling when you get so furious, frantic, even, that, at some point, the heat you feel burning in your chest leaves you with a cold, numb pit in your stomach?
That's what Doflamingo felt at the moment.
Suffocated, tense, and shaking, even.
He wanted to rip something, maybe even scream like a wild animal until his throat was sore. Perhaps if he did that, then this unbearable feeling would go away, too.
No, he wouldn't act so foolishly in front of his crew. They deserved better than that.
He looked up, "Where are they?"
Baby 5 hung down from Buffalo's back as they flew over him and pointed at the nearby hill. "Diamante went to the building over there after Vergo gave him a call, Young Master!" She said gleefully. It was almost infuriating, too, but she was just a child and did not understand the heftiness of the situation. "They already caught Corazón, too!"
"And Law?"
That made her smile fade. She hated to disappoint him, even if it was something out of her control. "...I'm not sure. No one said anything about that."
"And we didn't see anything yet either-dasuyan!" Buffalo added.
Doflamingo sighed, "Go around the island until you do. Make sure he doesn't get away."
"Yes, sir!"
"Got it, Young Master!"
He couldn't believe that Rosinante had done this, that his own flesh and blood, his own little brother, had betrayed him. And, for what? For a group of Government dogs that would have no problem leaving him to rot? For a boy he hadn't even liked?
He put his hand out and watched as his beautiful, lethal strings covered the whole island. Now, one could get in or out.
Doflamingo had always been protective of what was his. His things, his plans, his people, his ambitions... He would do anything for them, even if it meant covering himself in blood, even if it meant burning everything in their way, even if it meant hurting innocent people who didn't even know who he was before he struck them down, if that was what they wanted.
That was the only capacity in which he knew how to love, after all, and his Family knew that.
But what was he supposed to do now when it was one of them who had turned against him?
It was cold. The snow kept coming down, and the harsh wind was cutting into his skin like little blades.
He hated snow.
It reminded him of only bad times.
He wondered, then, does he love his little brother, his Corazón, his heart more than his ambitions? Did he love him enough to forgive this and give up everything? His plans for the future, his immortality? His desire to burn down this world that had forsaken him?
...He didn't know.
"Doffy!" Pica screeched, then, with that ridiculous voice of his, and halted his thoughts for a moment. "They cornered Corazón near the west entrance of the building!"
He didn't say anything, just kept walking. And, when he finally arrived at the scene, he saw his brother on the ground, a bloody mess with the others hovering over him.
He felt his chest twist again, then.
What an ugly feeling, that was.
It reminded him of those days when the angry humans kept hunting them down, their legs too little, too weak to run away from them. He remembered how he used to throw himself over Rosinante in an attempt to protect him from the worst of it, and the way he shook under him, whining, as he got every blow.
What the hell was he supposed to do with this?
"You can talk?!" Gladius screamed, then, shaking in rage and disbelief. "Why the hell were you acting like a mute, then? What the hell was that for?"
That made him halt.
He felt like wailing also.
His brother, whose voice he had not heard since the day he had left him, chuckled and reached for a smoke, "Because I've got nothing to say to the lot of you."
That earned Corazón a kick, and right between his ribs, too.
For a moment, he thought about slicing Gladius for it, into paper-thin slices, even, despite knowing he did it for his sake, for his honor.
"You piece of shit!"
After all, they say blood is thicker than water for a reason, didn't they?
Despite that, Doflamingo did nothing to stop his crew and watched as they came together to beat him a bit more. It was ironic, at least to some degree, how these people who had nothing to do with him were more loyal to him than his own flesh and blood. Painful, too. Rosinante deserved every bit of that beating, he had to say to himself.
That didn't stop that ugly thing gnawing into his innards, however.
He stopped them then and got in front of his traitor of a brother before they actually killed him, however. "This is enough, everyone."
They cleared the way for him when they heard him. Rosinante took the cigarette between his red-tinted lips and took a deep breath before getting into a coughing fit.
He must have a broken rib or two, at the very least.
Doflamingo felt his Family's gaze burning against his back. This was one of the rare moments when he had no idea what to say or how to start the conversation.
He hated it.
It made him feel smile, as if he were a mere child.
"So this is who you really are," he decided to say, then, and noticed the black, reddish spot between his brother's teeth. He must have lost a tooth, then. It looked horrible. "...Corazón."
The other didn't say anything, and despite knowing very well that the smoke would do nothing but hurt his already hurt lungs, he took another mouthful of it.
Say something, Doflamingo thought through gritted teeth, Anything, damn it! Let him hear that voice that he had been prohibited from hearing for so long.
How had he kept this act for so long, he wondered, then, without slipping once? How could he live without saying a single thing, especially to his older brother, for years like this?
Did he really grow to hate Doflamingo that much?
...Why?
He wanted to kick that skull open and dig his fingers into that brain he did not understand anymore. Maybe then he would find a reason behind all of this madness.
Then, Rosinante threw the rest of his smoke to the side and grabbed his pistol from his back pocket.
Where was the coat Doflamingo had gotten for him so they would match? Had he abandoned it somewhere?
Machvise attempted to step in front of him, but Doflamingo stopped the big man and watched as his brother pulled out a pistol, pointing at him.
Was this person in front of him the same brother he had dreamed about, missed to hell and back for all these years?
No, no, he was not.
"Marine Code: 01746." Rosinante stuttered, finally, and smiled. Oh, his voice sounded so rough from all that smoking. He had not realized it while he was spitting with Gladius. Not at all like how he talked when he was a little boy. "Captain of the Donquixote Pirates, I'm an undercover spy from the Marines."
Those eyes, same as his, so red, almost like crimson. They looked at him with determination, with resonance, with the resolve of a man who was willing to die for the cause he truly believed in, as if he actually believed that Doflamingo was the demon everyone preached into his ear, as if, until now, he would ever dare to hurt him.
He hated them, too, he found out.
They reminded him of their Father, for some reason, even though they neither matched by spirit nor shape.
It had never bothered him before, until now.
Maybe they looked too human for him, unlike his own.
He wanted to pluck them out so that the man couldn't look at him through them anymore, as if he was actually his enemy, and not his family.
Maybe they had stopped being that after he had left him there to find his way back to the Holy Land.
...Did this mean this was his fault, then?
Rosinante sighed, then, and banged his head against the wooden chest he was lying in front of like a madman, "I'm sorry I lied to you," he confessed. "I...I didn't want you to hate me, you know?"
Doflamingo felt his hand twitch.
Liar, he thought, you damn, foolish liar.
...Why did he have to do this?
"Go screw yourself, you traitor!" Lao G cried out from somewhere behind him, though he couldn't tell from where. Not that it mattered.
"Do you actually think you can just apologize and get away with all of this?!" Giolla agreed.
There were so many questions he wanted to ask.
He decided to ask none of them, however.
It wouldn't change anything, after all.
Not at this point.
"Answer me, Corazón!" He roared with this newfound conviction, even though it did not sit quite well with him. "Where is the Op Op fruit? Where did Law go?"
For a moment, there was silence again until Rosinante beamed up, looking intrepidly happy with what he had done, his eyes shining bright.
He didn't smile like that even once through all the time they had been reunited, now that he thought about it.
He looked so lovely with it, Doflamingo couldn't help but think. It really suited him.
"I made Law eat it! Now the power of Op Op is his!" He declared with a cheerful voice, as if he weren't in a world of pain. "Now there's nothing you can do about it, Doflamingo!"
Everyone gasped, and Doflamingo felt another wave of nausea crash into him.
Now, how the hell was he supposed to become a true God without the Perennial Youth Operation?! He was a Marine, for fuck's sake! Why would he give it to a boy who was destined to die in a year or two rather than bring it back to the World Government?!
That damn—
Then, as if wanting to put salt into his wound, his brother declared, "And he's already outside the cage, too! I'm sure that he's already on one of our ships, sailing away! You can't use him anymore, so you might as well give up!"
Doflamingo called that bullshit. Even if the brat managed to learn how to use his fruit this quickly, he would still be far too sick to be able to run away this fast.
But then—
"Young Master! Young Master!" Baby 5 cried out, sounding agitated. "We heard a call! The Marines got a woman and a little boy in their custody!"
"Yeah!" Buffalo said, just as stressed out. "They said they'll bring them to the Headquarters, wherever that is!"
Doflamigo gritted his teeth so hard his jaw hurt.
God, was there anything more undoing than a brother?
"I'll get rid of the strings!" He informed the crew. "Go bring Law back to me! Quick!"
It was okay, he told himself. He could fix this. All he had to do was get the little shit back and educate him. Then, he would sacrifice himself for Doflamingo of his own free will.
Everyone ran to obey the Captain's orders, leaving the two brothers finally alone.
"You won't find him," Rosinante said, through his wheezing breaths. He looked so sure of himself, too. "Just leave him alone."
That got him to chuckle, "You know I can't do that, little brother~ If he really ate the fruit, then there's no way I'm letting him go."
"He won't die for you, you know."
"I will kill him and search for the fruit again, then."
It had been a long time since he had felt this much rage in him.
The last time was when they had been crucified, dangling over the fire. He could still remember as clear as day the way the flames had licked his feet.
He wondered if Rosinante remembered that, or if it slipped his mind as he grew up.
"Heh, I would not put that past you, to be honest." His brother chuckled before getting into a coughing fit.
Having a brother was a fatal little thing, he decided then. Letting someone this close to you, letting them have a place in your heart, giving them the power to break your heart, was not worth the pain.
But what else was he supposed to do when he was biologically wired to love this person with all he had? When there was a voice in him that screamed not to be rash, while the other part of him wanted nothing more than to rip him open and make some place for himself?
This opposition in him, those two sides screaming at each other, was maddening, really.
He knew that there would be no one to love him the way a brother would, yet if he were gone, then there would be no one to hurt him as he did as well, even if he lived the rest of his life with a hole shaped like that brother.
He can't think of a way of making this right. If he keeps him by his side, it'll just be a matter of time until he wakes up with a knife held against his throat. Yet, if he lets his brother go away, he knows this will not be the end of it, and he will come after him again one way or the other.
Rocinante came to this world knowing him. Their Mother had gifted his little brother to him so that he would always have someone by his side, after all.
This will only end with either one of them dead, there was no other way.
He was supposed to love and protect him. He was the older brother, after all, it was his duty.
Why should he die, when it was Rosinante who was forcing them into this situation in the first place?
Then, with shaky hands, he pulled out his own pistol. "Why do you force me to kill another member of my family?!" He hopelessly asked the other man. "Why do you have to get in my way, ha?!"
Why did he even bother coming here if this was how things were going to end?!
Instead of answering him, Rosinante got on shaky legs and raised his own weapon at him again, holding his stance.
"Please!" He scoffed. "We both know you are not going to shoot me, you fool. You are far too much like him to do that!"
He wondered if he would have forgiven this traitor if he had opened up to him at any point before here, or if he would have just shot him, just like how he was going to do now.
"Law will not be your pawn, Doffy..." Rosinante spouted nonsense. "He managed to overcome all the possibilities, everything that was trying to kill him, and survived. He is free now! He will never be like you!"
Like...him?
That was the real problem?
That was it. That was what pushed him over the edge, and before he knew it, Doflamingo pulled the trigger again and again, until the cylinder was empty.
He watched as his brother fell to the ground, covered in holes, bleeding into the snow like the bleeding heart that he was.
He did not cry, scream, or even beg.
Doflamingo was glad for that because he didn't know what he would have done if his brother had done that.
He was taking deep breaths, holding onto life as long as he could. For what reason, Doflamingo couldn't tell. After all, even if the nearest Marine ship came as fast as they could, they would still not arrive until Rosinante was long dead, and he knew just as well that he was also aware of this.
He glanced at his pistol and the way the hot smoke curled in the air.
He decided that he didn't want to watch his brother die, then, and turned around to leave.
The snow felt far colder for some reason. He looked up. A storm might be coming soon. They would have to leave if they didn't want to get stuck here.
For a while, all he heard was his own footsteps until Diamante appeared in front of him.
"Doffy..." he said, sounding unsure. He was holding a den den. "Vergo is calling. He said he had to tell you somethin'."
Doflamingo sighed. He was not at all in the mood to have a conversation. "What is it?"
"I, I'm not sure," The man gulped, looking away. "Here, take it. He can explain it better."
He cut to the chase. "Talk."
"Doffy, you know how I got the files on Corazón from the Fleet Admiral," the man started. "I've told you most of it, but...there was a part I've had left out."
He frowned. "What are you getting at, Vergo?"
Really, he was at his wits' end. What was with everyone keeping secrets from him these days?
"The file had a lot of information about various things, Doffy," Vergo said. "Trainings, certificates, medical check-ups, deployments, and...family."
Doflamingo didn't say anything.
"The family paper was kept short, as if someone had redacted it on purpose," He continued. "I think the Fleet Admiral I mentioned before had a hand in this. He was the one who had found Corazón back then, too."
"...So?"
"He has a child," Vergo said. "I wasn't 100% for sure, at first, this is why I didn't mention it, Doffy. But I think I found the kid."
Doflamingo felt his stomach churn again. A kid? His brother had a kid? When? How old were you? Doflamingo was an uncle? Were you a girl or a boy? That idiot had decided to get himself killed when he had a child to take care of?
"Where is this kid, Vergo?"
"There is a shack near the port, a little into the forest. It's an old thing. Abandoned, I think. Corazón hid them there. Want me to send you the coordinates?"
"No, I think I know where you mean," he said, and without further ado, shot half a dozen of strings to the clouds. Once he was sure they were secure, he leaped into the sky and flew off, leaving the rest of his crew behind.
His coat fluttered behind him as he glided through the air, hopping from cloud to cloud with ease.
His mind wandered to his brother, who was dying right now. Probably only had minutes left, if not less—
You would be an orphan, then, and you would—
No, he was not going to think that. He was not going to regret anything. This was Rosinante's fault, not his. He could have chosen literally anything else, and he would have been by your side.
Should he kill you, too? Should he cut the bud before it could grow into something that would anger him? Should he just—
No. Your father's sins were not yours.
He would make sure everything would be fine now. He would make sure you grew up without fear or hunger, protecting you. Then, naturally, you would also start to—
Something blinded him, despite his glasses.
Doflamingo stopped and looked down. There, at the ground, was Vergo, shining something towards him to get his attention before he flew away without noticing.
With the same ease as he ascended to the sky, he got down and stepped into the snow one more time.
"Young Master," the other hurried towards him. "They are there."
"You really sure?"
He nodded, "Corazón's coat is in there, too. He probably left them here before leaving to get the fruit."
Doflamingo absentmindedly nodded and turned his head to the shack. Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat rise again.
"Go find the others," he said to Vergo. "Law must still be hiding here somewhere. Don't let him get away."
"Doffy...are you sure you want to go there alone—"
His grin stretched, then, all sharp and wide. "Are you questioning me, Vergo?"
The man took a step back and shook his head, "Of course, not, Doffy! I would never disrespect you like that, you know—"
He chuckled and raised a hand to stop him from rambling even more, "Fufufu~ I know, Vergo, I'm just messing with you. Go along now, will you? This is a family matter. Well...at least the blood one."
Vergo did not look at all like he wanted to leave, but still nodded. Such a loyal subject, wasn't he? "Okay, then. I'll see you back on the ship, Young Master."
Doflamingo didn't answer and just watched as the man walked away towards the docks.
Once he was totally out of his line of sight, was when Doflamingo started to reach the shack himself.
For a moment, he stood in front of the old, rundown door. One kick, and it would be broken.
He wasn't sure what to expect in there. Did you look like his brother, or did you look more like your mother? Where was she, anyway? Was she dead, too? Did you know what your father was doing on this island? Did you have any idea about Law?
How would you react once he revealed to you that Doflamingo had—
Maybe it wasn't even you, maybe the brat inside was just some random brat, and Vergo had misjudged the situation.
What was the possibility, after all, that he would be—
He pushed open the door. It did not resist against his hand at all. Then, he crouched down to get in, and the first thing he noticed was the bundle of black feathers sitting on the ground.
His breath hitched.
This was Rosinante's coat, he was sure of it.
Then, this meant—
"Papa?" An excited, little voice said. Then, the feathers started to move around, and a head popped out. "Papa! You're back!"
You looked exactly like him. No, like his childhood. You shared the same dirty blond hair, shaggy, coming to your shoulders. And, oh, he couldn't forget about those bangs. You looked so cute with them as you smiled. How did you even see in front of you when they covered your eyes like that? Doflamingo could even see the little gap between your front teeth, too.
He took a step forward.
It was as if he were looking at Rosinante again, from fourteen years ago. The only difference was your eyes. You must have gotten them from your mother, then.
Gosh, he just knew he was enamored with you, then and there. How could he not, honestly? You could ask him the world, and he would do anything in his power to give it to you—
"Papa, where were you—!" Your eyes landed on him, and just like that, your smile was cut, and you shrank away, unsure if this strange man was a danger to you or if he was okay. "...Who are you?"
Doflamingo took a deep breath, smiled, and got closer to crouch down in front of you.
He chuckled as you quickly retreated and wrapped the coat around you, as if it would be of any help if he actually wanted to hurt you.
"Nice to meet you, kiddo." He said, trying not to look intimidating. Which was hard, mind you, when he was this big and tall. But you must have been used to it, considering who your father was. "I'm Doflamingo. Do you know me?"
You peeked through the feathers, tilted your head a bit, and lared at him as you tried to remember if he was someone that your father had mentioned before. Then, still hesitant, you shook your head. "No...?"
That got a huff from Doflamingo.
That damned bastard—
He couldn't even—
What, he wanted to act like his brother didn't exist—
"Well, I'm your father's, Rosinante's, brother," he explained, using what he thought was a calming, soothing voice. Kids were easily scared, after all, and he wouldn't want you to try to run around the island running away from him. Not that you would have gone far when you barely reached his knee, but still. "This makes me your uncle, you know? We are family."
You did not look like you believed him, "Papa never said anything about that..." then, as if just noticing his absence, you added. "Where is he? Is he coming?"
You flinched for a second when Doflamingo touched you, but overall did not resist as he took you into his arms. Just as he had thought, you were as light as a feather. "Let's go to my ship and talk there, okay? Don't worry, everything is alright. Don't worry, I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you, mi pollito."
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I really love that you can 100% describe Cora-san as a celestial dragon marine, who was faking a disability, had thrown multiple children out of multiple windows, and physically assaulted a handful of doctors and nurses, plus set a few hospitals on fire.
AND he was one of the most wonderful, precious, and truly good people in the world. I loved him so much.
