A/N : This is an AU fanfic where Dragon is an adult and Doffy is a teen and of coz is yaoi theme. If you don't like, don't read it.
This is my 3rd OP fanfic.
English isn't my 1st language, so if there's any mistakes, i apology.
ps. This fanfic is for Julyan ^^ Thanks for drawing nice fanarts.
Last Carnival
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Sounds that came from a big white instrument that stood in the living room with a tall kind-looking-guy sat in front of it, hands moving on its keyboard and that created a beautiful melody.
A pair of crimson eyes was watching the piano playing guy as well as enjoying the song.
He loved this song and he admired the guy who played it, his father.
Once the song ended, he applauded happily.
"Play it again, father," he said in a bright tone of voice.
His father turned to his son and stood up, "now, it's your turn to play."
The boy shook his head, no, "I prefer you playing it more than me."
"Why? You too, can play this song."
The boy shook his head again, "not as good as you."
His father sighed and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, "then practice, my son."
"But-"
"If you want things to be good and perfect, you must practice hard and achieve it by yourself. Then you don't need to wait for other to do it for you."
The boy blinked at first, then, slowly nodded, "I could try that."
His father smiled as he watched his son sat down in front of the piano, ready to played the song.
"!" the pair of crimson eyes shot opened, the same time as its owner jolted awake. Panting, the boy ran his hand through his short blond hair in frustration before slowly sat up.
It's just a dream.
He sighed, tried to calm himself as he leaned against a dirty alley wall behind him. The night air was cold and he only got one thin blanket to cover his skinny form. Being a homeless kid, alone, in the night of winter was never easy. You had hard chances to fill your stomach full as well as to sleep peacefully without any dangers or nightmares.
He tightened the blanket in his hands, thought back on the past. The past that he, Donquixote Doflamingo, once had everything he wanted and needed; big house, money, warm bed, good food and lovable family. But now he got nothing left.
Thanks to that old man's stupidity! He blamed it all on his father for ruining his life and he hated him so much.
He closed his eyes as he tried to go back to sleep. It was no use to think of his father anyway now since it would change nothing.
He was about to fall asleep when he heard a sound, a music sound, about 2 blocks away from where his spot was. It would not catch his attention at all if it was not that song. Despite a different instrument that used, it was exactly the same song. The song that his father used to played, the one he loved most and yearned to hear for, The Last Carnival.
With great curious, he slowly stood up and made his way out of this small alley, followed the melody. He wanted to find out where and who was playing it at this hour.
TBC...