Marked

Title: Marked
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: Doflamingo finds his younger brother in a worse condition than when they were kids. In his arms was a baby. What had happened to him?

They had only stopped at the island to quickly restock, a Marine ship having been spotted not too far away. Though the Marine ship had been sighted leaving the island, there was still a chance they could've gotten a glimpse of the El Flamenco. If a Vice-Admiral were to be on that ship, they would've been in big trouble.

There was no time to buy personal items like dresses and toys for the kids. They were just supposed to gather all of the supplies and once everything was in the ship, they'd leave.

But for some reason, seventeen year old Doflamingo found himself taking a stroll through town. As he passed by an alley, he heard the sound of a trashcan being knocked over. Curiosity took over and he entered the alleyway.

A young teenager dressed in tattered clothing had accidentally bumped into one of the trashcans. Blood stains could be seen on his clothing. His blonde locks were messed up and wild. The fifteen year old clutched the bundle he held to his chest.

Blue eyes met red ones.

Doflamingo took a step towards him. "Roci?"

The fifteen year old took a step backwards, away from him.

"Rocinante, is that you?" Doflamingo asked, taking another step closer.

The teen backed away even more. However, he ended up losing balance and tripped. Before his back could make contact with the ground, Doflamingo grabbed his shoulders and steadied him. The boy stared at Doflamingo but didn't say a word.

It had been seven years since they had last seen each other, but Doflamingo knew that the boy was his brother. "Roci, come with me to my ship. We'll take a look at your injuries. Judging by your appearance, you haven't had anything to eat,"

A small yawn drew Doflamingo's attention to the bundle Rocinante held. Rocinante turned the bundle and showed it to his older brother, revealing a two year old baby boy. "Ah?" The boy looked up to Rocinante.

Rocinante gently cradled the boy. He looked back to Doflamingo, afraid of how his brother would react.

"Rocinante," Doflamingo said. "The baby can come too,"

XXX

"Young Master," Senor Pink asked. "Who are they?"

"He's my brother," Doflamingo informed. "I'm not sure about his relationship to the child though,"

"Daddy is Daddy," The two year old said.

"What was that?" Doflamingo thought he had heard wrong. His brother was only fifteen years old; his brother couldn't be a father!

"Daddy is Daddy," The two year old repeated.

Rocinante didn't make eye contact with any of the pirates. He just stared down at the floor in shame.

"Mommy mean," The two year old claimed. "Mommy hurt Daddy. Law no like Mommy. Daddy take Law and go away from Mommy,"

"Rocinante," Doflamingo asked slowly. "Who is Law's mother?"

"Daddy no talk,"

That's when Doflamingo noticed the scar along his younger brother's throat.

"Hey Doffy," Diamante passed the newspaper to his captain. "Take a look at the front page,"

Slave Kidnaps Celestial Dragon Baby!

Doflamingo's eyes widened as he read the headline. The image accompanying it looked exactly like Law. "Rocinante, show me your back,"

Rocinante shook his head.

"I'm not asking you," Doflamingo told him. "I'm ordering you,"

Rocinante shook his head once more and attempted to leave. Doflamingo used his strings to keep him in place. He lifted the back of his younger brother's shirt up.

In the center of the younger blonde's back was the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon.

I'm most likely not going to continue this idea and leave it as a one shot. However, if anyone wants to adopt the idea and continue it, feel free to do so.

I am currently working on Hybrids II since some people wanted a continuation.