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Donquixote Doflamingo—the most venerated photographer of the new era. With his towering height, trademark colorful style, and iconic pink feathered jacket, one can imagine
that his photos are just as spectacular. The man also dons a pair of sunglasses that make his eyes completely hidden. No one has ever seen them. Many speculations have
been made about what he could be hiding behind those dark shades. What makes the man stand out even more is his ridiculous smile. A smile that sends shivers down
anyone's spine—a cold smile that covers up his true identity. While some people just think he's a freak of nature, others believe there's more behind his cheery façade.
"Mr. Doflamingo, preparations are ready for you to take your leave, sir." A servant announced as he walked into the office where Doflamingo and another man were sitting.
Doflamingo wore a bright orange shirt with navy blue dress pants with orange vertical stripes along with his favorite jacket. Although he looked chic, this was beyond what
anyone else would dare to put on. He managed to make it look just right, though. "Doflamingo, we're not talking done yet!" the other man said. He was Sir Crocodile—one of
the most successful business man in all of Grandline. He was a well-dressed man with sleeked-back hair and a scar running across his face. His most outstanding feature was
the golden hook he wore on his right arm. "Ahh, Croc-chan, let's continue this another time." Doflamingo said as he stood up from his chair. "I keep telling you not to address
me in such a way! Where are you going?!" Crocodile yelled as he too stood up from his chair behind his desk. "Crocodile…-chan~ I have other business to attend to, you
know how busy of a photographer I am. I have a model who awaits me at my studio. You know once I catch my prey, I can't lose 'em." Doflamingo said as he leaned down
closer to Crocodile's face. Although Crocodile was a fairly tall man, even he looked small compared to Doflamingo. "You damn flamingo! I don't care about your busy schedule,
you know what happens if you don't keep your end of the deal!" Crocodile was not intimidated; he knew very well that if Doflamingo dared to do anything to him his hook would
be lunged in his throat. "I would never betray you, Crocodile…after all; you're my very important business partner." Doflamingo wrapped his large arms around Crocodile and
whispered in his ears. Crocodile blushed at the sudden contact. "Get off of me, Donquixote Doflamingo." He said in a serious tone. "Now, now, Don't get so serious, Croco-
chan~ I'll be going now, darling~" Doflamingo released the shorter man and walked away. He looked back to see an annoyed Crocodile with reddened cheeks and an expression
that would suggest he wanted to kill him. He smirked at the sight and walked out of the office. Crocodile slumped back into his chair and took out a cigar. He didn't understand
that man and his odd obsession with him. He's known Doflamingo for a long time and has yet to figure out what goes on in his head. He suddenly felt a certain heat gather up
in his groin and slowly went to touch it. He had a growing situation. He cursed himself under his breath for letting himself become this way after the slightest touch from
Doflamingo. He lighted the cigar and released his erection. While relieving his carnal desires he drowned himself in the darkness of his office. Only the faint sound of him calling
Doflamingo's name could be heard in the office.
Doflamingo walked out of the building to find his limousine waiting for him. It had been custom-made. A big man such as Doflamingo could never fit in an average car. His
chauffeur came out of the driver's seat and opened the door for him, "Sir." He said with a slight bow. Doflamingo went inside and the door was shut behind him. The limo had
tinted windows as dark as his shades. Inside the limo was leather seats covered in pink. The ceiling had an elegant light which could be brightened or dimmed by a switch near
one of the car doors. There was also a secret compartment which held ice and drinks. Doflamingo was a man who liked to enjoy alcoholic beverages at just about any time of
the day—and night. The driver started the car and was driving him to his studio. Along the way he noticed a scuffle between seven street hoodlums. It was six against one
poor young man. Doflamingo looked to see whether the young man was cowering in fear or was badly beaten up, but what he saw instead was the group of hoodlums falling
one by one. Who was this young man? "Stop the car." He ordered. The chauffeur stopped at the nearest curve and Doflamingo briskly walked out of the limo and headed
towards the scene before he could be questioned. As he got closer he saw all the guys had been beaten except, but one. He assumed it was the guy they were all trying to
attack. He laid his eyes on tan skin, ripe muscles, and green hair! Doflamingo smirked; he wondered if it was natural. The young man turned around and Doflamingo saw that he
had three swords, one in each hand and one in his mouth. How was this possible? There was a ban on swords a few years ago to end the old era which people called
the barbaric pirate era. All over Grandline, pirates raided helpless towns and traveled the dangerous seas with their prized weapons. Now it was impossible to even have one
sword, but this boy had three! Doflamingo's interested had peaked at this new find. The young man sheathed his swords and looked at Doflamingo with an intense gaze. "Who
are you?" he asked. "Oh, but that's what I want to ask you~" Doflamingo responded as he smiled. "Tch, why would such a posh looking fellow as you want to know anything
about me? You looking for a fight, too?" The young man did not want to waste time with another fool; he already beat up six of them! "Oh no, on the contrary, I'd like to invite
you over to my studio." Doflamingo had never seen a young man such as him. His stoic, yet rough demeanor was so alluring. He wanted to know more about him—he was like a
new model, a new prey. "Studio? I'm guessing you're some photographer then, I'm not interested." Zoro denied him flatly. "Rest assured, I'm not asking you to model, I would
just like to treat you, you must have a rough life and you seem to have quite a target on your back." Doflamingo walked closer to the boy and gave him a piercing look through
his dark shades. He would not take "no" for an answer—he never has and never will. Zoro sensed Doflamingo's persistence. He sighed and decided to go with the man. "Fine.
You better treat me well; you look like you're rolling in dough. " Zoro's intense gaze changed to a more relaxed one. "Oh, trust me; you'll be taken care of. What is your name?"
Doflamingo had wanted to ask this question the moment he laid eyes on him. The young man looked up at the towering man and responded, "Roronoa Zoro." Doflamingo
would've swooned at the sound of the young man's voice if he was anyone else. "Roronoa Zoro…a name quite fitting for a man such as yourself." Doflamingo said. Zoro
smirked, "It's going to be the name of the best swordsman in all of Grandline." Now Doflamingo could not believe his ears. This brat had such an outrageous dream.
Outrageous…and he liked it. "My name is Donquixote Doflamingo, it's a pleasure to meet you." Doflamingo was all smiles. His new prey was certainly a catch. Doflamingo led
Zoro to his limo and opened the door for him. The chauffeur quickly got out, "S-Sir, you don't have to do th-" Doflamingo silenced the man as he raised a hand. "Enough, I
have decided to open the door for him, we will continue our route." The chauffeur hesitated. He saw Zoro and could not understand why his master was allowing such a…
tattered looking young man into the limo—not to mention he had three swords! Such a young man could be dangerous! "Now Zoro, get in. I have an important appointment to
get to." said Doflamingo. "Tch, you don't have to rush me, I'm getting in." Zoro said as he got in the limo. Doflamingo closed the door behind him and got in through the other
side.
Zoro was bewildered. He'd never seen the inside of a limo and was amazed at how comfortable and spacious it was. Well he forgot to take into account that it was
Doflamingo's limousine. He didn't like the pink seats though. He wondered why the man liked the color so much, he even wore a giant feathered jacket! He was about to ask
when Doflamingo interrupted him. "Would you like a drink, Zoro?" Doflamingo held a glass in his hand and a bottle in the other. He didn't bother to ask whether the boy was at
drinking age, things like that did not matter to him. "Ehh, you keep drinks in here?" Zoro smirked. "Do you have any sake?" he asked. Sake?! What a strong drinker! "Sake? Well
you sure are experience with alcohol. Only the strongest of old men dare ask for such a drink." Doflamingo smirked as he put down his glasses and bottle for an exchange of a
sake bottle and cup. "I'm no old man, I'm only 19. Besides, sake is nothing." Nothing? When had he started drinking? "Well here's your sake," Doflaming poured the sake in the
cup and handed it to Zoro. Zoro drank it with such vigor! Sake was really nothing to him! Doflamingo laughed as he saw Zoro down the drink as if it was merely water. It made
him think of Crocodile who could barely handle a few beers without becoming a stumbling drunkard. It was an adorable trait of the other man and often ended up creating quite
a situation between the two men, but that's for another time. The limo slowly came to a stop and the chauffeur got out to go open Doflamingo's door. "Sir, we have arrived at
the studio." He said as Doflamingo stepped out. He turned around to tell Zoro to leave his swords behind. Zoro was unsure at first, but he figured if anything happened he
would just have to handle it then. Zoro handed the sake bottle and cup to the chauffeur and followed after him. The chauffeur gave an unpleasant look, but Zoro simply
ignored it."S-Sir, you can't p-possibly be taking HIM with you?" The sudden thought of someone like Zoro entering the establishment sent chills down his spine. Doflamingo
gave the man a look that would send daggers shooting straight at him if it were possible. "Chauffeur, do not question me, you are only to drive me and whoever I choose
wherever I like. If you'd like a change in your career I can make it so you are sent to the lowest graded slave house in all of Grandline." The chauffeur became pale and
trembled. He did not mean to question his master, but he could never accept someone like Zoro. Doflamingo reached out to Zoro and held him near himself with one hand on
his shoulder. "Any complaints about him are direct complaints to me, do not test me again…Mr. Chauffeur…" Doflamingo had an eerie tone to his voice. Zoro looked at the
frightened man and back at Doflamingo and sighed. "Just leave him alone, I understand why he wouldn't want me here. Anyway, he was just voice his opinion against me, don't
take it so personal." Zoro did not know the man, but he felt a little sorry for him—he'd hate to be the cause of someone's enslavement. Doflamingo looked down at the young
man and observed his expression. It seemed Zoro showed sympathy for the other man. "Well whatever," he thought. "Very well then, this is just a warning Mr. Chauffeur. Make
sure it stays that way." Doflamingo sent a last threatening look at the man and walked towards the doors with Zoro under his arm. "Geez, don't you think you took it too far?
You wouldn't really send him to a slave house right?" Zoro asked. Doflamingo looked down at him and smiled. "You don't have to show any concern for him, what I decide to do
to my servants in the end is only a matter that should trouble me. Besides, I can't possible allow anyone to disrespect you when I've started to take a liking to you." Zoro
blushed at the second part. He was a little confused by what kind of "liking" the man meant.
Once at the door, the two men were escorted inside by a servant. He led them to the studio where the model had waited. "Hey you damn GIANT FLAMINGO! I've been
waiting for nearly 45 minutes for your feathery ass to show up!" a woman yelled at him as soon as he entered. "And who's this?! You picked up trash from the streets?!"
Doflamingo simply ignored the ruckus she was making. He knew better than to argue with Boa Hancock. The woman owned a large corporation of cosmetics and various
products and was one of his business partners along with Crocodile and a few others. They were on equal footing and he knew he could not just do whatever he would
like with her as he would his servants. She was such troublesome woman really. Besides her world-renowned beauty she'd have no good traits. "This young man is no trash.
Accept my apologies Hancock; I was talking about important matters with Croc-chan. You know how he is, he can't let me go~" Doflamingo smirked. He knew he'd get an ear
full from Crocodile if he heard this. "Ugh! This is why I HATE men." Boa Hancock said is she stomped her foot. Doflamingo let go of Zoro and told a servant to lead him to the
sitting hall. Zoro sat down in a comfortable couch not too far from where Doflamingo was and watched the two. Doflamingo went over to his camera and other equipment and
started getting ready to shoot. "You sure like to talk about how much you hate men, but you seem to LOVE that one young man!" Boa Hancock glared at him as he was
talking. "What are you talking about?!" she yelled. "I belive he calls you… 'Hammock'" Doflamingo broke out into laughter. "DOFLAMINGO!" Boa Hancock yelled even louder than
before. "Don't talk about Luffy~ I'll turn you to stone." Boa Hancock said—the last part sounding more menacing. Boa Hancock was known for turning men to stone from one
glance at her impeccable beauty. Some men though, were immune to it. "You've tried to do that, but failed time and time again. Anyway let's get down to business." Boa
Hancock huffed, but said no more. She motioned for her model to come out of the dressing area. The woman was adorned in elegant and colorful clothes and jewels. "My,
what a beautiful creature you have presented me with Hancock. She'll make a fine addition to my portfolio." Doflamingo complimented. The model blushed and quickly walked
on the set. Zoro couldn't help but stare at the lavish outfit the model had. It was a far cry from what he wore. Doflamingo noticed Zoro's stare and decided to put on a show.
"Watch me carefully, Zoro." He said as he put his camera into focus. "What? Is he your new apprentice or something? I'd never think you'd have one." Boa Hancock questioned
as she looked at Zoro once more. "He's not my assistant, but I do plan on making him my next model." Doflamingo answered. Zoro's eyes nearly flew out of his head. "EHHH?! I
never agreed to….I'M NOT GOING TO MODEL!" Although he was very distraught he looked very silly. "Oh, but my dear Zoro, I plan to convince you to as well~" Doflamingo
responded. Zoro was so shocked he zoned out for a second. Boa Hancock rolled her eyes. "Good luck fixing him up, Doflamingo, he'll be a challenge." Doflamingo looked up from
his camera and looked at Zoro. "A challenge that I'll enjoy facing." He said with a smile and went back to his camera. "Okay, okay, enough distractions. Miss, give me your best
pose." Doflamingo ordered. "Eh? But s-sir, is there a specific look you want me to make, any angle, or-" the model was interrupted by Doflamingo. "Just show me your best
pose, we'll start from there." He instructed again. The model did as she was told and got in position. "Hmm, although look very beautiful, you have no idea how to transfer that
beauty to MY camera." Doflamingo stated. He then instructed the model to move and contort her body into a different shape. Zoro noticed that the model had difficulty and
that Doflamingo was not satisfied with her efforts. "Stop." Doflamingo ordered and the model stopped her movement. "Stay like that, I will show you how to convey your
beauty to my camera." And with that Doflamingo lifted a hand and started moving his fingers in a puppeteer-like motion. Suddenly the model's body moved along with his
ministrations. Zoro couldn't believe his eyes. He was controlling her! The model blushed as she lost control of all her movements. She had heard that Doflamingo was very
"hands-on" with his models, but never expected THIS! She looked over to Boa Hancock in distress, but Boa Hancock did not look worried. "Don't worry, he's an expert." She
reassured her. Soon enough the model was put into the perfect pose—a pose that Doflamingo approved of. Zoro noticed a grand difference in the model's original pose and her
new one. This was definitely not a normal pose. It was awkward, but yet elegant. It wasn't a conventional look. He'd expect nonetheless from someone like Doflamingo. "Wait,"
he thought. Doflamingo talked about wanting to make him a model, would he do that same to his body? Zoro had no idea how it felt, but did see a blush come across the
model's face. He was not interested in doing something so embarrassing. He wanted to be the best swordsman in all of Grandline, not some weird puppet-man's model! The
shoot continued smoothly and lasted about 15 minutes. When everything was over the model bowed in front of Doflamingo and thanked him. "Well, you're not a world-famous
photographer for nothing, good work, Doflamingo. I'll call you if anything else comes up." Boa Hancock said as she and her model left the studio. Doflamingo waved and went
to get drink from a nearby table that was full of food and beverages. He realized that Zoro had not moved from his spot since he started shooting. "Zoro? Is something wrong,
don't tell me that woman turned you to stone!" Doflamingo let out a haughty laugh. Zoro snapped back into reality at the sound of it. "N-No way, I don't care about her.
Anyway, I was just impressed by your work. You're not some cruddy photographer like I thought before." Zoro rubbed the back of his neck. He did admit that he thought
Doflamingo was just some crazy man who must've earned his money in an immoral way, but his opinion changed now. "Why thank you, Zoro~ Now, I do believe you only have
that sake you drank earlier in your stomach. Care to join me for dinner?" Doflamingo was happy that the swordsman was so lost in watching him work. "Ah…it's ok, I don't want
to have you owe me anything." Zoro hated debts. "Let me rephrase that then. You will join me for dinner." Doflamingo demanded as he gave Zoro a fixed look. Zoro went
silent. He had no reason to do as the man said, but he did not want to find out what would happen if he rejected him. He sighed and agreed to join the man. "There better be
a lot of booze at this dinner," he said with a smirk as he got up from his spot. "But of course," Doflamingo chuckled and forgot about his drink, he'd drink later anyway. He
escorted Zoro outside and Zoro noticed that there was a different chauffeur waiting for them with the limo door opened. "Hey, where's that other guy? You didn't do anything
to him, right?!" Zoro couldn't help but be worried. Doflamingo looked down at him and with one swift motion of his finger Zoro was sent flying into the limo. Doflamingo got on
top of him and licked his lips with that long tongue of his. Zoro rubbed his head in pain, he had a rough landing. "What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled. Doflamingo closed the
door behind him while never averting his eyes from his prey. "Mr. Chauffeur, drive us home immediately." He ordered the man. The chauffeur quickly got into the driver's seat
and started the engine. "Ah, roll up all the windows. I wouldn't want anyone else to hear the sweet melodies my dear company will reward me with." Zoro tried to separate
himself from the older man, but couldn't find an opening from his large body. "Get off me! What's your problem all the sudden?!" he was enraged; he had never been in such a
situation. "What's my problem? No, what's your problem? How could you still talk about that other man when you have me around! I should be your main focus." He lowered his
head and licked Zoro's neck. Zoro shivered, "H-Huh?! It's normal for me to be worried about the guy, you said you'd do such terrible things to him!" Doflamingo raised his head
once more and looked at Zoro. Zoro wondered what kind of look he had in his eyes, he felt terrified. "Oh, but you should worry more about yourself, Zoro…" he forced Zoro's
arms above his head and held them tightly. "…who knows what terrible things I'll do to you…" he let out his tongue at the side of his mouth and gave a menacing look through
his dark shades. "You're a sick freak, don't touch me!" Zoro yelled as he tried to pry his arms out of the man's large hand. "Ha! You're the first to ever dare call me that! Stop
talking with that sweet mouth of yours, if you want me to stop touching you. I can't resist a chase." Doflamingo looked pleased while Zoro was sent death glares up to him. "I
didn't agree to this…" Zoro turned his head away. He didn't want to look at him anymore. "You agreed to join me for dinner. I decide what I want for dinner." He whispered as
he started to undress him with his other hand. Zoro trembled under him and looked up at him. "You said you'd treat me well…" he said with teary eyes. "Don't fuck around with
me!" Zoro gave a hard kick to Doflamingo's leg and caused the man to retreat in pain. Doflamingo sucked his teeth. Never in his life had he ever been kicked! "You little brat!"
He launched himself at the young man and grabbed him by the neck. He wanted to squeeze the life out of him, but was stopped by the look in Zoro's eyes. Zoro didn't even
try to break free. Doflamingo was confused. Zoro had teary eyes and rosy cheeks, but a stern look on his face. "You are a sick freak…but I don't hate you. So…don't fuck with
me!" Doflamingo was taken aback and slowly released his grasp. He sat down, far away from Zoro and looked out the window. Zoro rubbed his neck and arms; they were
hurting from Doflamingo's grabbing. His eyes were concentrated on the older man. "You know if you just apologize, I'll forget this happened…" he said. He didn't want his host
to feel bad even though what he did wasn't right. Well nothing big happened. Doflamingo turned to look at him. He was relieved the other would not hold bad feelings, he didn't
want to , "Zoro… I'm sor-" "We have arrived, sir." Doflamingo turned his attention to the chauffeur who had rolled down the window that separated them. "Ah, I see…well then,
let's go to dinner, Zoro." Doflamingo smiled an uneasy smile. The chauffeur opened the door for them and Doflamingo left the car and realized that Zoro wasn't moving an inch.
"Zoro, come out now…" he was worried. Was Zoro holding a grudge? "You were about to say it." Zoro said, still looking at him. "Say what…?" Doflamingo asked, but somehow
knew what Zoro was talking about. "Your apology. C'mon, let me hear it." Doflamingo felt uneasy, this wasn't something he was used to saying. He would apologize often to
Crocodile, but that was for teasing him. This was different, he had done something truly wrong and now he had to show remorse for it. This was new to him….but Zoro
fascinated him so much. He'll have to swallow his pride a bit. He hunched down to look inside at Zoro. "I'm….Zoro, I'm…sorry." He finally said. Zoro smiled and got out of the car
to walk ahead. "Heh, who knew the master would apologize to a mere street rat. Apology accepted, now take me to your place." Zoro spoke softly and stopped to turn his
head to look at Doflamingo who was still hunched over the limo with the door open. He gave a playful look. Doflamingo cleared his throat and fixed his suit. "Y-Yes, follow me."
He quickly walked over to the young man and they were now heading towards the gate to his home.