Viola was nineteen when everything went to shit.
At nineteen, she wore pink headbands, her legs were too long, and she avoided confrontation like the plague. Not like Scarlett, having none of her elegance, her kindness, or her drive.
All things considered - yes, everything had gone to shit, and literally any other nineteen-year-old would have been better off.
No wonder Doflamingo had accepted her into the ranks as compensation. As if some little girl could do anything, her father's life under his thumb or not. Doflamingo could make her an executive, make her head operations and missions and whatever other important stuff an executive is supposed to take care of, he could trust her with his life, and it still wouldn't make a difference because Viola was just some little girl.
Her devil fruit power meant nothing. She can't help but think this is a twisted, alternative way to make her father squirm, watch his little girl be beaten into a killer and whored out. Let him live, alright, let him live listening to whisperings of his youngest daughter becoming a pirate.
She laughs now, but it rings empty and hollow, because she doesn't think she's capable of crying anymore. She's had this power for over half her life, and the one time it matters, the one time she should have been watching, and she completely and utterly fails.
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Well. Here we go again.
Drabble series about Viola in the ten-year gap. I don't know why. Will contain a lot of angst, horror, and maybe romance? I don't know. Let's see where this goes?