My Little Pink Germa Kingdom

(even that none of the songs is really dedicated to Christmas)

“Heirs of the royal family Vinsmoke finally meet after many years away and decide to form a duet to strengthen their fraternal relationship. Reiju (24) describes that after her brother’s exile, the family fell in a period of sentimental emptiness, where only she worried about the well-being of her other brothers. On the other hand, Sanji (21) tells that after running away from home and finding refuge in a retired old pirate’s restaurant, his life completely transforms and his career as a junior cook takes off. Now together (under the tutelage of East Blue’s biggest manager, Nami), the duo releases their newest CD in a Christmas special inspired by the power of love.”

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Singers: Vinsmoke siblings Sanji & Reiju

Manager: Nami

The Vinsmokes have never been a normal family. Like many others, Reiju was aware of this fact. Being a royal family who lived by appearances would never change that.

Since her birth, her deceased mother has always been at her side, giving her all the love she could. Her father, however, has always been a serious man, and to the eyes of a child, scary.

Vinsmoke Judge was never an exemplary father. He did not teach her to walk or talk, or simply banished the bogeyman in her closet. But Reiju owed him respect. The princess felt shame, anguish, remorse, and yet she called him father. Not in a bitter or tender way, but a neutral way.

Judge was never the kind father a little girl would like to have, but it was the father who gave her life. And today, in a way, longing for her family to be more, Reiju understood what her father yearned for. Although never agree with the way that the King decided to follow to achieve his goal. Owning too much power seemed to mean sacrificing much of one’s life.

Reiju is only the oldest daughter and knew that her three little brothers were infinitely more promising in her father’s mind, she knew that she would be nothing more than a prototype, and even so, feeling in the edge of the Vinsmoke family, she loved him. 

It hurt her heart to know that she loved him and, at the same time, hated him.

That man who, at the cost of nothing, destroyed his own family. Or part of it, perhaps. After all, Sanji was still their blood and he was free in the world, distributing all the love and solidarity that a Vinsmoke was able to give.

This was her family. Surrounded by an unshakable wall, the icy facade was supported by a tiny base of love, a limited inheritance left by the Vinsmoke’s maternal figure. A small light that had been strong enough not to be swallowed by the dense darkness surrounding them.

Judge: Sanji.

Sanji:

!!!Happy Birthday Reiju!!!

The Vinsmokes have never been a normal family. Like many others, Reiju was aware of this fact. Being a royal family who lived by appearances would never change that.

Since her birth, her deceased mother has always been at her side, giving her all the love she could. Her father, however, has always been a serious man, and to the eyes of a child, scary.

Vinsmoke Judge was never an exemplary father. He did not teach her to walk or talk, or simply banished the bogeyman in her closet. But Reiju owed him respect. The princess felt shame, anguish, remorse, and yet she called him father. Not in a bitter or tender way, but a neutral way.

Judge was never the kind father a little girl would like to have, but it was the father who gave her life. And today, in a way, longing for her family to be more, Reiju understood what her father yearned for. Although never agree with the way that the King decided to follow to achieve his goal. Owning too much power seemed to mean sacrificing much of one’s life.

Reiju is only the oldest daughter and knew that her three little brothers were infinitely more promising in her father’s mind, she knew that she would be nothing more than a prototype, and even so, feeling in the edge of the Vinsmoke family, she loved him. 

It hurt her heart to know that she loved him and, at the same time, hated him.

That man who, at the cost of nothing, destroyed his own family. Or part of it, perhaps. After all, Sanji was still their blood and he was free in the world, distributing all the love and solidarity that a Vinsmoke was able to give.

This was her family. Surrounded by an unshakable wall, the icy facade was supported by a tiny base of love, a limited inheritance left by the Vinsmoke’s maternal figure. A small light that had been strong enough not to be swallowed by the dense darkness surrounding them.

▪ Nico Robin

▪ Vinsmoke Reiju ( @veneno-rosa​​ )

▪ Mun