Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece or Doflamingo (*cries*) but Dominic was my made up character, and so was the scenario. Quote found from the One Piece Wikia. (Tee hee)
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"The time is almost here. Go and lay the groundwork. A world, where only true pirates can survive will soon be upon us. Those without power, flee while you can. The tide will bring those of unmatched power and the New Era will begin! "– Donquixote Doflamingo
He got out of bed, and ruffled his short-cut blonde hair. Stretching and still yawning, he grabbed a voluminous pink coat, and headed into the bathroom.
The bathroom was pristine and sparkling everywhere. There was a grand bathtub made of white marble that was intricately carved and decorated. Two shining silver faucets dipped into the basin, with a bar of light rose soap daintily placed on the rim on a glistening silver dish. The bath was enclosed in sheer shower curtains which draped luxuriously from the ceiling, patterned with cherry blossoms. Just the bath was fit for royalty.
The man reached over the rim of the bath, turning the faultless faucet handles, thus releasing translucent warm water. Resting in the tub, the man sighed contently, and stared at the dangling diamond chandelier light fixture above, the numerous draping tassels reflecting the light on the marble walls, creating dancing shimmers of light. All this plus the wafting aroma of rosebuds and vanilla would set a very pleasant mood, until a loud rapping on the door tore the man from his thoughts, and shattering the contented silence.
"Doflamingo-sama!" A young man called out from behind the door.
"Doflamingo-sama! You have received a letter from the marines; it's a highly important shichibukai meeting notice!"
Doflamingo grunted in annoyed acknowledgement, and hissed out, "This couldn't wait 15 minutes? Now I'll send you off with a warning, only because I'm in a good mood, but screw up once again, and I'll send you off without an arm, which you can gladly cut off yourself…willingly or not. Fufufufu." he chuckled.
"Oh!" stammered the messenger, obviously flustered and afraid. "Doflamingo-sama, deepest regrets! I'll… err… leave the letter on your bed." And the man scampered off, attempting to avoid Doflamingo's wrath.
Doflamingo chuckled to himself. He loved crushing others; it proved his power, and made sure no one questioned him or his views, not now…
and definitely not again…
-20 years previously-
A young eager boy of eight ran out of his modest home on a bright, sunny, Midsummer Day. Running outside down the walkway to the fence, he sat anxiously upon one of the fence poles cross-legged, leaning forward, as if awaiting someone. Soon enough, a tall, slender, slightly-tanned blonde man came walking up the road, grinning widely with his tongue cocked out of the side of his smile. The man had a light purple collared shirt on, with long sleeves despite the midday heat. He also wore tight white pants, adorned with sequins along the ankle cuffs and the pocket lining. Donquixote Dominic was Doflamingo's father, a blissful man with off-beat clothing styles.
"Fall will be right around the corner son!" He said as he approached the excited boy. "How about we get you a new warm jacket with my new paycheck?"
"Yes dad!" Doflamingo cried out, leaping off the edge of the fence and racing down the road into town.
They entered three various clothing stores, and had no luck in appealing the quirky child. Nothing seemed to pique his interest. Nothing, until they entered a smaller shop. It was a bit dingy and was filled with exotic fashions. It obviously wasn't entered often, and the shop keeper nonchalantly sat by the sales counter, absorbed in a hefty novella. It was in this odd store when Doflamingo saw his destined coat; ruffled and flaming pink with layers of tiered feathers that were ornamented all over the jacket. It was warm and a tad large width-wide and a bit small length wise for the lanky boy, yet he loved it. His father, an accepting man of odd tastes happily purchased the coat to appease his son's wishes. The sales man eyed the youth as Doflamingo proceeded to pull on the coat.
"Son, it's darn hot and bright out there; the sun is painful in this blazing heat! Don't put that on now!"
Doflamingo, a crafty youth did not wish to adhere to the advice presented to him, for the coat was just too spectacular to fret over the weather, so he replied,
"I'll just wear sunglasses then. Then, as long as I wear my sunglasses, I can wear my coat whenever I want!" He grinned widely, sticking out his tongue for this new-found loophole.
"Fufufufu…" Dominic chuckled as the shopkeeper sighed and returned to his book. Dominic placed his hand on Doflamingo's shoulder.
"Nice choice son! I have to run to the market and shop for something to eat tonight, but you can hang around town and have some fun. Just be back home by five."
"Okay dad!" Doflamingo replied as he bounced out of the store, in all of his childhood innocence.
Strutting down the street, weaving through shoppers, families returning home for dinner and children running around, he came across a group of boys around his own age. At the sight of his, well… characteristic clothing, they scoffed and laughed. Of course (as little boys do) they began to run at Doflamingo trying to damage his coat. They threw cobblestones from the street and scratched his skin with twigs, yelled things, then hit and kicked him. Doflamingo was tall for eight, but his skinniness made him vulnerable. Their beating hurt psychically and emotionally, and all he could do was cradle his coat in his arms, hoping they wouldn't get their evil claws upon it. He began to cry in his terror of what to do. He didn't understand why the boys were hurting him and laughing at him. Doflamingo was proud of his new coat, why were the other children not? One bigger child kicked Doflamingo quite forcefully behind the shins, almost breaking his legs. This kick caused the legs to actually bend, not to the breaking point, but to a point where his walk was altered; he walked almost bow-legged, legs extending sideways instead of forward. This physical affliction would affect him forever.
As Dominic was returning home from shopping, he saw the mob of children upon his son, and rushed over to help him. He grabbed a bawling, bleeding boy and carried him home, trying to be as verbally comforting as possible. Hours later, after cuts and scrapes had been washed and bandaged, and bruises were lightly kissed, Doflamingo came downstairs in pajamas and his coat for dinner. The meal was silent. Doflamingo sat there, buried in his thoughts. He was angry as never before and began to contemplate a plan of revenge.
As Doflamingo grew up, he never abandoned his coat. He never abandoned his distrust and hatred for others either. He devolved into a smart, scheming young man, much more powerful than before, physically and emotionally. He resolved to never let anyone see him weak again, no matter what he had to accomplish to get to that point.
That was twenty years ago. That resolve twenty years previously turned the quirky and defenseless child into a powerful, cunning shichibukai. He had attained a devil fruit power shortly after becoming a pirate, which eventually led to his promotion as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. He had accumulated an abundance of wealth and power, always keeping his resolve firmly in mind and heart. Even when his own subordinates and crewmates failed or showed weakness, he had no patience for such failure. He refused to return to that vulnerable state he was at age eight. Even if it meant crushing hopes and dreams, he would do anything to make sure no one would ever cause him to falter again.
Drying off from the previously-peaceful bath, Doflamingo placed on his feathery coat -- a much bigger one of course—and walked into his bedroom. Reading the letter of urgency from the marines, he realized he would in fact go to assist the World Government to defeat the Whitebeard Pirates. After all, he wasn't going to be fighting for the shichibukai or marines, he was fighting for himself. This personal fight would be to show the world that Donquixote Doflamingo is powerful, and able to take on whatever threatens or falters his strength. He assumed that much of course, only because he hadn't met her yet.
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1st OP fan fic! I LOVE Doflamingo despite his bad first impression… and his bad second impression… and third… XD. I just know he can't be that bad a person though… so I decided to make a little background on him. A bit of foreshadowing for possible future chapters… constructive criticism and reviews welcomed (and if people want more to come, I'll be happy to oblige, but if no one finds it that promising, I'll continue to work on other ideas)
Sorry if there are things that need editing; I'm ½ asleep here… ahaha. I tried though! Feel free to point anything out to me!
Thanks so much!
---Wikki
