One Piece One Shot Book *discontinued*

Who Am I?: Doflamingo x OC

[Doflamingo's POV]

I walked through the halls yawning. Here, lately, I haven't been myself thanks to that Bluenette girl stuck in my mind. It was getting out of control. I couldn't sleep without dreaming of her. I could relax without thinking of her. Even when I have my harem girls around, they just don't give me what I want that I know she can give me. I rubbed a hand over my face groaning softly.

"Young Master, you don't look so well." Speak of the literal devil. I am supposed to be the devil here, but here I am, a little schoolboy. I groaned again.

"I am fine, Emma."

"Uhm, are you sure. You look pale." She said worriedly. I looked at her wanting to snap, but my eyes softened. I didn't even have the energy to be my usual self and become cocky.

"Do I look that bad?"

"Do you want me to lie or tell the truth?" I cracked a smirk at her.

"Either way, I am gonna know the truth now."

"I know that's why I am giving you the option."

"Truth."

"You look horrible. I honestly don't have the heart to let you out to let your harem girls see you. You should rest." She said, and I looked at her. She didn't even care I had side chicks. How am I even supposed to know if she likes me back?

"Please tell them I am not feeling well."

"Of course, Young Master, I will also have the cooks make you some soup to help you sleep."

"How did you~?"

"I have my ways, Young Master. Please can you get some rest? I fear you may pass out."

"Emma... alright, thank you," I mumbled, walking back to my room. That girl has complete control over me.

"Young Master, we have an issue." Baby 5 knocked on my door. I sighed and walked out of my room.

"Can it not wait?"

"Well.... your side chicks didn't appreciate you turning them away through Emma. And she.... is being attacked." Baby 5 said, getting ready by grabbing her gun. My eye twitched, and I walked past her.

"Emma said to not get out of bed."

"I don't care." I walked to the garden to see Emma surrounded. Her black and white French maid dress is covered in blood. I grit my teeth, and I pushed him away from Emma. Emma panted slightly, and I looked at her, my anger boiling.

"You sluts. Who gave you the right to hurt one of my maids."

"But she..."

"I don't care to get out of my sight before I kill you myself." They scattered, getting away, and I looked at Emma helping her up, but she seemed to be in a slight daze.

"I told you to rest," Emma said, flashing a soft smile before passing out in my arms. I picked her up and carried her to my room, ignoring the looks.

"Baby 5, can you clean her up? She passed out." I said.

"Whoa, who are you, Young Master." Baby 5 said.

"I have been asking myself that since I met her." I referred to Emma.

"Oh... you are in love."

"No, I am not."

"Can you sleep without her in your dreams?"

"No."

"Can you keep your mind off of her?"

"No."

"When she smiles, does your heart pound?"