Marked
Title: Marked
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: Doflamingo finds his younger brother in a worse condition than when they were kids. In his arms was a baby. What had happened to him?
Chains. They was a pile of them in the room. He had a bomb collar around his neck and shackles around his arms and wrists. A group of people grinned evilly down at him, each holding a weapon. A chain had been one of those weapons and was used as a whip, slashing against his unclothed back.
He screamed. He begged them to stop, that he'll do anything. They only howled in laughter at his pain. He screamed even louder as the glowing hot brand was slammed against his back. He was pinned to the ground and they applied even more pressure. The Hoof of the Soaring Dragon would be a permanent mark.
"Rocinante!"
He heard a faint voice calling his name over his screams.
"Rocinante, wake up!"
Rocinante's eyes flew open, sweat coating his palms and forehead. Doflamingo had his arm on his shoulder with a concerned expression. "Ro—"
"No!" Rocinante cried out, pushing him away and crawling off the bed and towards the corner of the room. "Stop! Please! I-I'll be good! Please stop!"
"Roci," Doflamingo called softly, picking up Law who had also been woken up by the screams.
"P-Please…s-stop hurting me…" He curled up into a tight ball, eyes clenched closed as if he were bracing for an attack. "Stop…please…I g-give up…I-I'll…do whatever…you say…Please…stop…"
"Shh," Doflamingo knelt down beside his brother. "It's okay Roci. You're not in Mariejois anymore. You're on the El Flamenco. Open your eyes,"
Rocinante hesitantly did so. "D-Doffy?"
"Mommy go bye-bye," Law assured his father, having most likely dealt with the situation during previous nights.
"S-Safe?" Rocinante asked through the pain from his throat.
"You're safe," Doflamingo said. "Law's safe. You're both safe,"
Rocinante put a hand to his face, trying to block his tears from their view. "Safe….safe…safe…"
Doflamingo carefully handed Law to Rocinante who hugged him tightly. Placing an arm beneath his brother's knees and the other to support his back, he picked him up and set him on the bed. Doflamingo noted how light Rocinante was, even when holding Law. They both needed to eat more.
"S…Stay…" Rocinante pleaded, grabbing his older brother's wrist. "P…" He hissed as his throat began to hurt even more. "P…lease…"
Doflamingo sat down on the edge of the bed and gently cradled his little brother's upper body, the latter still holding the baby. "Shh, I'm not going anywhere Rocinante. I'll stay with you both. When you wake up, let my presence will remind you that you're safe now. You're free,"
I'm thinking of somehow having a final battle between pirates and the World Government to end the Celestial Dragons' rule, but the idea is still tentative. I'll have to somehow incorporate strong pirate crews into the story.
For me, school starts on Monday and I have French class this semester. If I'm struggling with French, I might not be able to work much on my stories but I'll still do my best to work on them from time to time.