Doflamingo Donquixote x OC

Death makes the heart fonder

So far, it had been a year since Anastasia, or Anne as she preferred to be called, came to live with the Donquixote family. She and Doflamingo had been on several trips to the market for food and other living items. Anna had even shown him some her best spots to find something actually edible, which was greatly appreciated.

Ever since she had been welcomed into their house, Anne had been without a word added as of the family. Doflamingo's little brother, whose name she had learned to be Rocinante, had also warmed up to her. In fact the other day when Rocinante had accompanied them on a scheduled trip for more food, he had called her 'big sis', and for the rest of the day she would go on how she had a cute little brother. Emotions had run extremely high that day for everyone.

However, the skies today seemed to reflect another kind of emotion: sadness.

For today, during this moment, Doflamingo's mother had died.

She had been ill for some weeks, but she had foolishly believed that they could help treat her. Even at the cost of severe beatings from the townspeople. She had foolishly believed that she wouldn't lose her second mother. Not to disease like her real mother had when she was only five years old.

But now she was dead. Her body slowly cooling. And Doflamingo and his family was undoubtedly shocked. Rocinante threw himself on his mother's body, crying for her to come back. Doflamingo and his father only stood there in disbelief. The only thing she could thing to do was lend a shoulder should either need a kind of support to cry on.

And Doflamingo eventually allowed himself to cry. About a week after they had buried his mother.

He was a wreck.

Not strong.

Not confident.

No longer was there that cocky smile she had become so used to.

Now, he was only a child.

Her shoulder was wet from his tears.

Putting her arms around him, she held him and let him cry. Let him mourn.

All the while, she began to think about what this meant for her.

Normally, if anyone had tried to do this, she would kick them in the balls.

Make them regret it.

But here she was, a boy crying on her shoulder. Holding him. Comforting him.

What did this mean for them? For her feelings for him?

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This is my second chapter in one day. For some reason it looks different on my phone, So I am doing this on my computer. Like it? Hate it? Please leave a comment.