This is the second installment of my trilogy, The First Dream. If you have not read part one, Dream, then I recommend you do so first.
Hey, here I am, half a year later… yeah… The reason it took so long before I published the second part was because I decided to rewrite the whole thing. I was not satisfied with my earlier work at all and I still feel that it's lacking compared to the first part so this is just a check to see if you like it. Also, this story consists of short chapters mostly. This is purely a sibling related fanfic and updates will not have a set date, unfortunately.
One Piece and its characters belong to Eiichiro Oda. Dominica belongs to me.
Their mother loved them, she told them so every day, from the moment she woke them up in the morning until she put them to bed in the evening. Her beautiful blonde hair, long and wavy, was the first thing Doflamingo grasped in the morning before he truly woke up. Her gentle teal eyes, narrow and bright, seemed to overflow with happiness whenever she looked their way. This made him firmly believe that she loved them, him and his baby sister, Dominica. Their mother would often take them outside for a picnic, just the three of them, and even if Doflamingo did not like the thought of the books in their mother's bag, he always looked forward to being outside with his family.
Dominica would always play with their mother's hair, teaching herself how to braid hair. Their mother looked very pretty with a braid, even if Dominica's chubby fingers made it look sloppy. Doflamingo especially loved how Dominica's eyes lit up whenever their mother would mention medicinal herbs. Whenever Doflamingo hurt himself, their mother would kiss his bruise after treating the wound. Dominica would always watch carefully whenever their kind and loving mother ever treated him.
He knew he loved his mother, because she always made Dominica smile, she always made him feel needed and cared for. That was love. That was his love. The love he and Dominica shared for this one individual. And she and Dominica both belonged with him. She brought light into their life, brought them an endless amount of happiness and a desire to share that feeling with her. Because they knew their mother would always be there, the two never stopped smiling, they never stopped enjoying their childhood, they knew that as long as they had her by their side they would never be alone, and they were satisfied with that.
Their father was another story. He never even graced them with a glance, he would always ignore them. Doflamingo could not recall the man ever speaking a word to him, except for one time, and that was one of his earliest memories of him.
"Do not talk to me, do not look at me, cur." But Doflamingo was not hurt by those words. Their mother loved them, she gave them enough happiness, he did not need his father and neither did Dominica. Their world revolved around this woman, and they would always be with her, that was their naïve belief. They were children, and like any other child they clung to that childish notion.
But then, one day, Doflamingo and Dominica were all alone in the mansion, which suddenly seemed so much bigger than it had before. Their mother could no longer wake them up in the morning, she could never continue their education, she could never fill them with happiness again.
For how could a corpse embrace them, fill them with safety and love and happiness?