My good girl (One Piece Fanfic)

Prettier

A/N: I do not own One Piece.

A/N: English is not my first language.

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Even in her half asleep state, she already knew laughter had woken her up. 

Female laughter was what almost shook her fully awake, having her eyes getting used to the mostly dark room and her mind to the idea of being up before breakfast was set on the small table or even before they lights were lit for the day. It was unknown female laughter what had her frowning the second she realized those weren't the maids' voices, nor of someone she knew, and that list was strictly limited to the few he decided to let near her room. It was fiercely guarded, equally fiercely followed, almost as intensely as the rule he had always repeated to her in between studying time and lunches, the only rule she had known.

"Don't open the window, and if I'm not with you, you don't get open the door"

It wasn't something she had understood, barely after she somehow grasped the concept of 'rules' once reading became a must and an everyday affair. And to be quite honest, she had not asked about it either.

By the time laughter could be heard once more, this time louder than previously, mixed with the voice of a man that she did know very well, she was already gripping on the grey, old and close to rusty knob of the door. It was the confirmation of his presence what made her blink more than once and turn the thing around without as much as pausing to confirm she had done it properly, pulling the door open with silent steps, revealing the cold and empty hallway that separated her door from the few others on that last floor. It was automatic, really, to listen to his voice and just walk towards the sound- If she concentrated enough, it always reminded her of a figure stretching its arms in her direction, but before she could determinate whenever it was someone she knew or not, it quickly changed to his image and crunched figure.

The floor always was big enough to had her freeze on the spot for a second or two, highly unfamiliar although it was just at the other side of the door she always watched with curious eyes, and the stairs at the end of hte hallway always were distant enough to not tempt her into walking them down and away from her room. It was easy to concentrate on the sound that, if possible, grew louder and louder until she stood in front of another wooden door she had maybe seen open once or twice, right before being gathered in someone's arms and placed behind her room's door. Once again, it was her turn to get up on tip toes to reach the ever so high knob, smiling despite her confusion when she was able to turn it successfully.

When the door was half open and she could take a peek inside, the smile disappeared completely, already bothered by how loud the noise was.

He was sitting in a chair that looked a lot like the ones in the corner of her room dedicated to toys and picture books, holding a glass that was full of some red liquid she wasn't particularly interested in, a large grin on his face. Around him were many women wearing dresses that did not look like the ones she was told to wear, although some looked like the ones the maids did use, all of them shorter than anything she had seen before. It looked even shorter on the woman sitting on his lap, the same place she was to sit when he stroke her hair, but even knowing it was the same place and the same person and the same sunglasses, the girl somehow understood what she was seeing was completely different from her own little world.

A small but already important part of her mind, five years old or not,  knew those short dresses and loud laughter and large earrings were the reason the maids weren't to leave her alone after lunch. It was an instinct thing, also found in the way her stomach twisted uncomfortably, to the point of being upsetting.

Doflamingo looked away from the great sight in front of him once he pulled the glass of wine away from his lips, licking the trail of alcohol left by the drink, catching the brownish highlights of short hair by the door once it caught the light of the candles lit inside the room, and he frowned. When he realized he was found in a situation that could maybe not very well be understood by a kid –or maybe perfectly comprehended- he leaned forward while pushing away with one hand the body sitting on his lap, mouth opening to call out her name, but before he could say a thing that same door was slammed shut.