Law watched as the man with slicked spiky blond hair exited the hospital building. He was just chatting with the receptionist. That was all. Of course he wasn't waiting for that man to leave and check on his patient.

Of course not.

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Law was good at lying, especially to himself. However, that wasn't the matter at hand now. As soon as Law saw the man, Donquixote Doflamingo, hopped onto his car and the chauffeur drove away the car away into the distance, he walked casually to Donquixote Rocinante's room.

The hallway was vacant. Good. That was one thing of his hand.

Doflamingo seemed to have forgotten to close the blinds. Law watched through the glass window. It had been a month since Rocinante was hospitalised and not once did he wake up.

When did he begin to be curious about Rocinante? Law did not know but one thing he was sure of was after seeing the numerous scars on Rocinante's body, Law started to have questions. Those scars of his patient were in the same positions as his. Also the sudden and unusual attack he had last month was arousing questions from him.

A coincidence? He thought so but the theory of the receptionist kept stepping in while he tried to think logically. Law really shouldn't have listened carefully to that theory. Now his mind was foggy with ridiculous assumptions.

He stopped pondering and resumed his watching.

And to his surprise, Law noticed the limp body in the room twitching and moving. He couldn't believe his eyes and for a moment, a long moment, he acted impulsively.

He ran as if a devil was hot on his heels to get the doctor that was assigned to take care of Rocinante. The hallway echoed the thumping sounds of his rushed movements.

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The doctor thanked Law for the sudden notice. Rocinante was getting better. In fact, he had woken up after the doctor arrived, confused with his surroundings.

A nurse checked the numbers on the screens of the machines to make sure they were normal as the doctor sat down and check Rocinante's conditions. Then he proceeded to ask Rocinante about how he was feeling. The patient was silent. The doctor asked again and still no answers. That was when they realised Rocinante could not speak, something that Doflamingo forgot to mention while he was filling in the patient's form.

The doctor sighed and advised Rocinante should take a rest and sleep. After that, he told him that he no longer needed assistance with breathing. Rocinante's face was still expressionless; he gave small nods to assure the doctor that he was listening.

The doctor turned around and noticed Law so he introduced him as the surgeon who performed the surgery that saved his life.

The nurse left to call Doflamingo about Rocinante waking up. Law could see that the doctor was expecting him to leave so Rocinante could rest. And so Law reluctantly made his leave.


Rocinante was surprised to put it simply. He woke up painlessly as if it was just a dream, that those days he spent unconscious on a hospital bed weren't real. He felt numb. The doctor's words went in one ear and got out the other. He was so confused that he didn't say anything when the doctor asked him questions.

Everything was a haze to him.


In the middle of his way home, Doflamingo received a call. It was from the hospital. He answered the call and almost dropped his phone. He lunged forward to grab onto the driver's seat and tell his chauffeur to turn around, thus scaring the man in the process, making him lose control of the wheel momentarily. The car suddenly made a U-turn and caught the attention of a nearby police officer.


Rocinante was ushered to sleep and he followed because he had nothing better to do after he woke up. The nurse helped him lay down and tucked him in to help him feel comfortable before absconding. He stared at the door for a long while before averting his eyes to the ceiling, trying to contemplate everything that had just happened. He was determined to not fall asleep and fall asleep he did. He wasn't in the best shape after all.


At 22:00, Law trudged home. His long day was finally over. Pedestrians gave him odd looks and small grunts here and then but nothing of the unusual sorts. His backpack was heavy with nicked goods from the hospital: toilet papers, food. He wasn't wealthy to begin with. Since his parents and sister died in the fire of the family's hospital when he was 10, he had been living with little money but he managed to live by and he was still working relentlessly to pay back his loans.

Law shook his head, shrugging off the bad memories. Before he knew, he was at the doorstep of his flat block, hands digging into his bag for the keys.

His mind chanted "Rocinante, Rocinante…" as he ascended the stairs until it hit him.

He was the brother of one of the most benevolent donors of the scholarship program he signed up for. When he was a college student, Law did his homework on every donor and found this name. He dashed toward his flat, hoping to find his old documents from his time at med school. On his way down the corridor, he almost knocked over Penguin who just got back from the dry cleaner.

Law spent two hours looking for the document, throwing papers everywhere. Only when Penguin came by at 00:05 to check on him did he stop. But at last, he had found what he was looking for. Creasy and unceremoniously tucked inside a binder of irrelevant things was the paper he had tried to retrieve all night.

After dealing with Penguin, which the latter just came by to trade some food, he began reading his newest achievement on his beloved settee after emptying a mug of coffee.

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Donquixote Corporation

An empire in the service industry. Most famous for their line of luxurious hotels.

The current Chairman, Donquixote Doflamingo, also successfully expanded his corporation's reach to the entertaining industry and had a merchandising branch.

In 1875 Spain, a small inn was founded by a Donquixote family member and that was the start of the involvement of the Donquixote family with the service industry.

Through time, the inn expanded and grew into a huge company in 1901. They moved their headquarters to England. The company had a hard time staying in the black during the two world wars and the Depression. However, they survived.

When the Margaret Thatcher became the Minister of England, Donquixote Homing took over the company. The company fell during this time of economic crisis. But Donquixote Homing, a kind and generous man he was, continued his charity work. The company was deeply in the red when the government closed numerous coal mines. Nothing could be done. The family went into hiding, leaving behind mountains of debts.

Twenty years later, Donquixote Homing's oldest son, Donquixote Doflamingo reappeared after their disappearance and started to rebuild the company from the mountains of debts his father had left as his legacy. After a decade, the company was back into business.

His younger brother, Donquixote Rocinante resurfaced two years later as a result of his consistent searching for him. Rocinante was working as a teacher for an English-teaching organization from Britain in one of its few branches in Russia. By the time they found him, he was preparing to be transferred from Moscow to a Vietnamese branch.

Donquixote Doflamingo ruled over his empire with an iron fist. Everything reached his ears. He had four representatives; all were nicknamed after the four card suits' names in Spanish.

The-

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That was all the paper had said, the last bit was splattered with coffee. Law cursed his younger self for being a careless twat. However, he could not blame his younger self for long. This paper didn't provide much information about Donquixote Rocinante. Letting out a long and exaggerated sigh, Law went to find his computer to fulfil his need for information. He had forgotten the damned thing was inside his backpack and only recalled that after digging through his flat.

It was 01:34.

"This is going to be a long night." Law thought.