The cage of hatred and love

Revenge and Hate and Love

The sun shone more brightly and powerfully than ever before that day in Alabastia. The self-proclaimed ruler also found this day to be oppressive and tiring.
This and another reason was why he had withdrawn to his private residence on the lowest floor in his private study room. It was more pleasant down here, and the sun didint burn him. The logia user actually liked the light and the warmth associated with it. Maybe it was due to the fact that he had settled in Alabsta. He sighed and ran his hand through his black hair.

,,I can't work like this," he muttered, cursing, and stood up from his large chair.
His footsteps echoed in the large, high-ceilinged room until he stopped in front of a cupboard with various types of wine. A short memory of his father came up when he thought of how he himself had always talked about his wine. But he quickly shook off this thought, the last thing he needed now were memories of what he had already experienced. He felt the pain on his scar that went over his nose. ,,Damn it!" he cursed again and the big man's hand gripped the wine bottle a little too tightly. He thought he heard a small crack on the glass, but he was grateful that it held. A shower under wine was the last thing he needed and his nerves were already strained.

With the bottle in his right hand he had to go back to his desk. He no longer had his left. He had not felt the weight of the golden hook for years. It had become a part of him but a short satisfied expression appeared on his face when he thought of the revenge he had received. Yes, he had taken something from him that even he would not get back. " Nasty bastard" he thought as he picked up a golden chalice from the shelf on the wall. After sitting down with it, he sighed again as he finally tasted the sweet taste on his lips and tongue.
His eyes briefly ran over the label of the bottle. Insignificant information, but the name made him stop and read it again. ,,Pink Flamingo,, was written there in squiggly letters and for a fraction of a second he thought that the bastard had really done it.

But after admonishing himself, he realized how ridiculous it all was.
But just when he had put down the cup and was about to turn to his papers for the company, he paused. On his face, for a brief moment, was the expression of disbelief and fear before something more sentimental came in. It was nostalgia and yearning.

He paused in his movement and was about to move his hand to the cup when the door opened. "That miserable bastard is actually coming back here," he said angrily to himself. But his look for the taller man who came into his office reflected only contempt. ,,Fufufu long time no see Sir Crocodile" came a chuckling from the slightly over three meter tall man with pink feather coat.

The older man felt the tug on his non-existent hand and his right hand almost went to the metal to run over it. Instead he took the cup and emptied it in one gulp. ,,What do you want?" he asked sternly and immediately. He had no time for games and especially not with someone like the blond. ,,And I always thought crocodiles were patient, but what the hell. I am here my dear because I wanted to tell you something personally. Before the navy contacts you and you get scared or something," he gave out gradually before he came to a stop in front of the older man's desk.

The eyes behind the purple sunglasses seemed to fixate on the sand user.
Without waiting, the Flamingo approached and grabbed the bottle of wine. ,,What do you think you're doing?" came a hissing but rather a rhetorical question from the one-armed man. However, he watched as Doflamingo stroked the bottle, almost lost in thought.After the pink coat wearer had simply emptied the bottle, he gave the older one a dirty grin. ,,I think I'm allowed to taste my own wine, aren't I?" He asked the same rhetorical question and Crocodile leaned back in his chair, annoyed. 

His dark eyes did not leave his former lover for a moment. He followed the movement as the younger man jumped onto the table and sat down in front of him so that he was practically sitting between Mr. Zero's legs but could look at him. A brief memory from two decades ago flared up of a night together below deck on a desk. A short shiver went through him and the stump of his hand began to hurt again. ,,What is so urgent that you flew all the way from your beautiful island here to my kingdom?" he asked him and he felt his impatience to take the whole situation he did not like at all. But Doflamingo chuckled again before he leaned forward and looked down at the crocodile.