Everything was...hazy...the shouts of men rung in his head, the clacking of their boots penetrating his skull like a drill. The pulsing wound on his stomach did nothing to help, adding onto the pain and fatigue coating his body. He felt weak, vulnerable, powerless. The once tyrant king tried to clench his hand, but all it responded with was a few twitches. Tch…
"Get her!"
Doflamingo frowned with disdain, could these men be any more louder? He grunted softly, the incessant shouting continued to increase in volume. How annoying.
But the men fell eerily silent, and all that could be heard was the soft clicks of a woman's high heels. They stopped right next to the bloodied tyrant, bending down to wrap her arms tenderly around Doflamingo's shoulders. Doflamingo caught the darkish brown locks of her hair and the determined pools of amber in her eyes.
"...Viole...t." He mumbled. But then he grinned widely, "Fufufu...came to...kill me, huh?" Doflamingo said, grunting in pain.
The woman did not reply, but stood up, her arms still tightly enclosed around the man's shoulders. Doflamingo groaned, he felt knives dig into his skin at every move. "Ah...taking your time, aren't you?" Blood dribbled down his chin as he closed his eyes, "...That's my girl…"
With all the commotion from the now-known pirate alliance between Straw Hat and Trafalgar, and the apology from the marines, Viola managed to slip by rather easily. And here they are, one woman and one man, sailing across the sea on a small, stolen ship.
Who knows why Viola wanted to save this king, even she was not so sure herself. As she guided the ship towards one of the less occupied docks, Viola could not help but wonder why she made this decision. Maybe it was because she still believed that Doflamingo had a sliver of warmth in his heart. And maybe it was because she wanted to see that small, hidden side of him. The wind blew along her hair, whispering gently into her ears. Well, what's done is done. There's no going back now.