Doflamingo x [Marine] Reader-Friend Zone

Part One: I-Sweet Friendship

Location-Study room/????

You press your toes into the cold floor, jerking your weight to spin the chair again and again as you stare into the pale ceiling, the world rotating around you. Your eyes close to the blur. You lift your feet off the ground as you circle twice.

It's been a while since you had a friendly date (yes, friendly ^_^) with Doflamingo and you kind of miss him already but there is a ton of work to finish. And by that a TON.

Doflamingo's beacon of beauty has yet to light your dark room or the darkness dwelling inside your lonely heart for he hasn't appeared before you this week, or the week before.

Dozens of daring questions and the physical circulation you're experiencing pulls your nonmaterial self even deeper into the abyssal place where you constantly retreat to, your genius mind. This mind, unlike others is a myriad of spinning gears and clockwork following a single rotation. The appearance of Doflamingo disrupted the balance of clear thinking, now you find yourself always thinking hard and ending up all the more confused. Whenever you think about him, always, you are unable to enter a peaceful concordance state. This fact troubles you to an extent.

The conflicting thoughts currently, includes these disturbing questions:

Does he even care?

Did he go see someone else perhaps?

And by see, did something with someone else?

Maybe something 'intimate'?

No, you've learned that he can be cruel...er..sometimes...Actually, not sometimes. You just settled on the word (to comfort yourself probably) while you're persuading him to stop being a tyrannical king. So far, your progress is..er..satisfactory to say the least.

Even though he's ruthless and merciless, there's a reason you fell in love with him in the first place. You loved him for his originality, you loved all things original, especially your fashionable clothes. You also love him for his taste, there are so little fashionable men these days.

An overall conclusion comes about after five minutes:

He definitely isn't the type to cheat so he didn't go see someone else.

And I'm not jealous, I'm worried.

Well, better to think that instead of fuming about it.

You are currently residing in one of the spacious areas of his palace. The room you chose emphasizes the wealth the Donquixotes, a vast height and width. The first time you came here, it was magnificently decorated but it did not remain so. Thanks to your 'work', it has become a room stuffed with gears, weapons, blueprints, maps, designs of new weapons, your new inventions such as that siege engine in the corner of your room and other loads of stuff. They come in all sizes, from small nails to one's reaching to up ceiling. Honestly, you don't recognize some of the objects lying around, most of them are mechanical parts. If not an inventory, or an all-in-one room this place should be called an abstract jungle of knowledge and mechanics.

This is where objects of curiosity even without use or importance are washed up in. The fault is entirely yours. Yep, this is the glorious room of a genius. You can't help it if you have a lot of hobbies. Collecting is one of your favorites, usually, your hands take and your mind does not register this.

You rest your hand on your cheek, your fingertips, frigid.. You really miss him, he's your 'darling' after all! The only problem, you don't know if his romantic feelings point towards this beautiful chunk of goodness, you.

On the other hand, you have confirmed his intense caring for you. The first time you realized this, like a tidal wave of cool water, it drenched you. No, literally when you went to the beach.

You however, you mistake his affection on level as his love for his crew members. You dare not hope to think he will return those feelings when there are so many fishes swimming around him already. Many booby-fishes sadly, a complete list ranging from D-J cups, enough to discourage you.

But look to the bright side! I said look!

If you think he really does love you, then you two are trapped inside the sad place said to be the saddest and most torturous of all...the 'friendship zone'!

Look back to reality! You can dream all you want but you have stuff to do.

Your chair halts spinning, the dizziness getting to your head. You rest your palms into the hard arms and lean into the spine of the chair. You really should get back to work, the faster you're done with this, the faster your next date.

Three days later.

A loud knocking resounding from the door disrupts your focus. The sound like an explosion, floods your ears with unfavorable volume. The concentration slowly piling up for the last three hours is finally broken, resulting to a disfavorable throbbing of your brain.

While in the midst of engraving difficult designs into your new Buster sword, this person managed to annihilate the beautiful silence of clockwork and bubbling chemicals.

"Go away!" You shout immediately, your eyes never leaving the markings you make on half-molten gold.

"Darling!"

Immediately , your humped back snaps up, as straight as chopping board with your eyes gleaming in excitement. Sharp needle almost slides away from its route.