I got this new idea for a fanfic, that combines an AU idea of mine with bodyswap!
I planned a rough draft of it,and here is now the prologue.
It is not very long, but I hope it is a little interesting anyway!
It will later be based on an au that I uploaded on tumblt, which is based on the idea that Law stayed at Doflamingo's side and turned evil therefore.
Now in the beginning though it will focus on the bodyswap and on the consequences it brings for the brothers
I still have another fanfic going. I hope I can update both regular...If not,don't worry! I try my best!
One of the parings will be Vergo/Doflamingo
Later it might be Law(adult!)/Corazon
Prologue
This should have been easy.
However,like most things in life, this turned out to be a lot more difficult than either of them had anticipated.
Neither of them would have thought that this mission would change everything that was and would be between them.
That it would influence the life of one child so much that it would change the course of history.
If this hadn't happened many thing would have turned out different.
A life would have been saved,another would have been lost, but it would have been for the better.
Neither of them did now that.
Neither of them would ever know that.
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"Ugh!"
The blow was harsh, the barrel that was forcefully thrown at him effectively knocking him over. He was quickly back on his feet though, stumbling a little as he outstreched his hand in one swift movement, his fingers bending towards all the odd angles.
One,two ,three strings, all of them attached to the man before him who was cursing and trying to get out of the invisible prision that had been created to keep him in place.
"I did nothing wrong!" He yelled.
Of course he didn't, but he would die today.
His fault,for eating a devils fruit that was so powerful.
He should have known.
"Now!" Doflamingo snarled, giving his brother a quick glance.
Corazon stumbled forward, hastily raising the gun.
The wind was blowing harshly, throwing the long red tassels of Corazon's hat around his head,his golden hair glowing in the soft winter light.
There were black feathers flying through the air, like leaves during an autumn storm.
They flew higher and higher until they disappeared in the sky.
"Corazon!"
This was important, this was important, very important!
They couldn't let this man get away, couldn't let the fruit get out of their reach!
Law's life was depending on this!
Depending on them!
This was important, just one shot, one shot to the heart and the fruit would be theirs!
Doflamingo could almost feel the weight of the fruit in his hands, could almost see how relieved Law would be...
He wasn't sure if Corazon could even hear him over the howling of the wind.
"Pull the damn trigger!"
Just one little movement, the motion of a finger that would decide everything...
Why was he hesitating?!
Why didn't he pull the trigger?!
So many bodies around them on the floor already, unconscious or dead, what did it matter.
If Doflamingo still had his gun...
Looking away was probably the first of many mistakes that would be made in the future.
Not beheading the man with his strings was probably the second.
He wasn't looking at the man, wasn't noticing how the scrawny doctor whose name he didn't deem worhty enough to remember lifted his hand; no,instead he was looking at his brother, shouting at him to finally shoot the doctor...
There was a weird pull at his heart, as if someone tried to grab it, as if someone tried to rip it out of his chest.
Doflamingo choked, his head quickly turning towards the man, his eyes now wide with shock.
His hair was blowing in the wind, taking half of his sight as he tried to make out the mans movements.
How was he still moving?! Doflamingo's strings should stop all his movements, so why...
Another pull, everything was spinning.
Someone was shouting.
He felt dizzy.
The spinning stopped.
Weird, he couldn't remember falling down...
People were still shouting, his crew, his family, he could hear them.
A shot was ringing through the air, someone was screaming.
Was it the doctor?
Yes, he would recognize any pained scream from his family, this was no voice he knew.
His head was spinning again,and he felt a little sick.
Weird, he couldn't recall falling down, couldn't recall any blow to the head either...
His heart...
The pain was gone.
"Young Master,wait! Where are you going?!"
Weird, he wasn't going anywhere.
I am lying here, Jola.
That's what he wanted to say, but instead he found his throat felt oddly raw,as if he hadn't talked in a while.
Things got blurry again, and he gave up, and let the darkness pull him down.