IV-Sweetly Venomous

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※I had difficulty struggling with my boring self but now, it seems I'm back on the right course again! I made major changes. Doffy isn't just sweet, he is venomously sweet! Enjoy!※

Location: Study room

A loud thud catches your attention, neck bones snap to the stir. The memory of it rings in your ears. Senses automatically search for the source.

A single candle lights the center of the room, the one melting beside your hand. It offered no aid for your eyes currently. No matter, your eyes only require seconds to adjust to the dark.

You were just finishing an important blueprint when another disturbance appears. Hopefully, not so many a nuisance like a group of skilled bandits or assassins. Dragging their unconscious bodies without the knowledge of Doflamingo is rather difficult. Once he finds out about them, like the boyfriends, they MUST cross the great divide. It's all according to his annoying philosophy to keep his loved ones safe.

You swivel your chair and narrow your eyes to the direction of the intruder, sharp eyes instantly adjusting to the darkness. Past a table with a pile of tomes, a weapon stand and another table of towering books, stands a figure near the artifacts displayed on the wall by silver hooks.

Vigilantly, gaze never leaving, you put down the pen slowly to avoid creating sound. Fingers inch for the incomplete Buster Sword to your right. It will have to do since its completely solid now, you think.

"Relax," a familiar voice speaks just as you notice who it really was. The tall and lean figure wasn't so hard to figure out.

Your heart leaps in joy, your hand pulls back from the reach of the weapon "Doflamingo?" Lips curve to a crescent smile, pearly teeth showing.

Doflamingo only deserves your best of smiles.

He saunters over, exposing his sinister grin into warm sunset glow. His godly presence wraps around you like an invisible blanket.

Hands on his pockets and the coat arms pulled back and hanging on sharp shoulders, he looks the same as ever.

He chuckles "Fufufu. (Translation: Hehehe)."

Suddenly and almost unconsciously, you're already hugging his neck, heels raised and your body supported by raised toes. You're lucky to be tall enough to reach his upper torso, since you were almost as tall as Law. But it seems like you're hanging on him like a monkey on a trunk. (He's just so freagin' tall!)

This time, no memory of his childhood invaded the privacy of your mind upon contact. It means he's in a good mood and in high spirits, placing your concerned mind into ease. You were hoping his traumatizing nightmares haven't terrorized him lately without your presence and your music to ensure a peaceful sleep. A relieved sigh escapes your lips as you inhale his scent.

One arm circles your waist, he was hugging you in return.

You shot him a friendly smile and you realize all you can do is friendly, your smiles and your actions. And even if you flirt and push onward your advances, people interpret it into friendly teasing. Those people includes this man here. It frustrates you to no end.

You glue your cheek into his chest again. You want to say another line of romantic poetry but decided against it.

Oh...what the hell!

"My heart withers, without your heavenly presence."

You can't help it! You are a sucker for charm. In other words...

"Doffy! I missed you!" You exclaim, snuggling closer (if that were possible) like a puppy desperate for warmth. Eyes close, focusing on the warmth like a cat curling next to a fireplace in a cold winter night.

He speaks, laughter in his voice, "Do I have to break in to get your attention nowadays?"

You respond with a short laugh "Yeah. You're more honest that way."

You sigh, "I like you honest."

All of a sudden, restless mind feels conscious of appearance and smell. Good thing you took a bath twenty minutes ago and you changed your inventor jump suit. Another wave of relief for you but the crazy short hair of yours (dear reader, is it okay if your hair is short for now?)...it's like you walked through a thunderstorm.

Unexpectedly, a vice grips claims your left wrist and you flinch. The sudden contact causes one of his memories to slip in. In a fraction of a second, the memory of the mere motions of fingers manipulates a man, tears streaming down his anguished face. His weapon is raised overhead, ready to strike down anyone in his way. It was so brief that it might have been your imagination as well.

It was a sign, a warning, reminding you of Doffy's wide scope of imagination.

When you came to, he stoops to the level of your ear, pulling your arm chained by his steel grip over his broad shoulder. However, his grip didn't hurt you and you have the power to wave it off.

He peels his hand off your waist and you see strings extend past your head.. A freezing gale sweeps in as you hear the shutters windows slam open from the strings of his behind you.

His lips whisper, a hint of venom poisoning the words "You forgot to send me the flowers you promised."

You are drowned in his voice. You could only hear and think of his voice, no gears grinding with each other, no potions in beakers bubbling, and no humming and ticking of inventions.

When said so sweetly, was it indeed poison?

The thought felt like a made-up memory when unexpectedly or expectedly, he cutely pokes your nose with a long finger. Your other hand covers it as your face flushes a deep red.

"Doffy!"

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