Doflamingo Donquixote x OC

The Pink Monstrosity

Author's Note: Before I start this chapter, I want to apologize for my last entry. I was so panicked because there were things going on in my life that I felt were getting out of hand, and that feeling reflected into my writing. That and I really was feeling sad  like no one liked my story since no one had posted a comment. I hope you just continue to be patient with me as I publish this wonderful story. 

Ok. Enough with talking about myself, here is the next chapter.

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What people chose as fashion around her was none of her concern. Really, it wasn't. If someone wanted to put an octopus on their head, that was alright. If they wanted to grow out their beard into a wild bush, it was fine. If they wanted to wear bright, obnoxious colors, good for them. If they liked skin-tight pants that left little to the imagination, give them a medal.

On a normal day, Anne could care less what a person decided to wear on their body. However, it did matter to her when her best friend was involved. Because, really, if she didn't look out for her friend, who would?

And for some unknown reason, after Doflamingo had gone out one day for an errand, he had brought back a horrendous brightly pink coat that seemed to be more feather that anything else.

Not to mention it was huge!! And Doflamingo was taller than most men she knew. 

On a normal day, Anne could distinguish what her male friend-- companion was up to. Sometimes she could even tell what was on his mind.

But this...

This was strange even for him. So, after a week of seeing him wearing the "thing", I finally decided to ask him a very important question.

"Doflamingo Donquixote! What in the name of Neptune were you thinking buying that awful thing?!"

He didn't respond as fast as I thought he usually would. And I never was one to beat around the bush, but maybe I took it a little too far?

However, instead of his usual reply (a cocky lift of the eyebrow and a snarky remark of some kind), the man had the gall to turn around to me and look hurt at my words.

"What do you mean? You don't like it?"

This is the last thing I remember before seeing red.

.....

The Donquixote house is, on a good day, fairly quiet. Sure, you can hear little noises belonging to its residents, but everything becomes background noise once you get used to it.

On a bad day, however, it tends to get noisy. Really noisy.

Like now for instance.

All everyone could hear was a silence before the worst noise you can imagine blasted their ears. And while running towards the center of it, they found what was going on.

It wasn't an attack. Something hadn't blown up.

Doflamingo and Anne were fighting again.

Well, one of them were. The other was trying to fend off the attacks of a woman who was pissed off.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'DON'T I LIKE IT?!' THAT THING IS THE MOST HIDEOUS THING I HAVE EVER SEEN! DID YOUR IQ DECIDE TO DROP EVEN LOWER THAN IT ALREADY IS, YOU STUPID BIRD-BRAINED BLONDIE?!"

For a man of Doflamingo's impressive height and size, he looked to be having a difficult time handling their most senior female member of their family. Which everyone found somewhat amusing since she was also very small compared to him.

After watching for a little bit (a whole hour), everyone pitched in to separate the maddened woman from their leader.

"Geez Doffy. What did you do to piss her off?" asked Diamante, trying to still his laughter still.

"You wanna know so badly? Look at that stupid jacket he's wearing!" Even within the confines of Pica's large arms holding Anne, she still looked livid and downright dangerous to all of them.

But, taking her advice, Diamante did take a look at Doflamingo's new addition to his appearance...

"You paid this much for a jacket?!"

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Author's Note: Haven't you ever wondered how Doflamingo got his signature coat? This is one way I think that could've gone down, but let me know what you think. Like it? Hate it? Is there something you would change about Anne's response to "The Coat"? Please let me know with your comments.