A/N: Happy New Year to you all! Here is the long awaited chapter you've all been waiting for! This chapter is more informational and situational…surprises await! The next chapter is already halfway complete…I just never had a chance to upload this one until now. Enjoy! Leave feedback, thoughts, concerns! My absence over the holidays were due to real life issues!
Chapter 7: Arrival
Trembling faintly, Law let his glassy eyes rest on the colorful food before him. Despite the fact that he was incredibly tired and terribly irritated, the dark-haired surgeon shifted about in his chair and managed to reach for some of the fruits. Even if there were a black hole manifesting within the middle of his heart, he would still persevere for better health and freedom. He ate, dark thoughts burning through his mind like a blue wildfire. He would escape; for there was no way that the pair would remain in the same room on the same boat for eternity. Wherever the hell they were headed…Law would escape. He bit into an apple, the sweet & sour fruit the only shard of heaven he was gifted with in a long while. It was time to devour as much as possible…It was the only thing that he could do in terms of precaution, since he didn't know when they would reach their destination, and what that terrain would offer.
After some time had passed and both men had sated their appetites to a pleasant degree, the larger male began to clothe himself once more. Doflamingo was well built, his muscular body emanating a powerful aura—his contours adding further definition. Law looked away from the fully nude male, shivering gently to himself. He wouldn't be able to shake himself of what had transpired…the sensations that he still felt. There was no doubt that he was uncomfortable with his body at this time…and sitting around just aching was not helping him in the slightest. Pressing his hand on the edge of the table, the younger male stood up and governed himself towards the bathroom. He needed to clean himself again, and rid himself of Doflamingo's "decorations" that consisted of blood and semen. It was frustrating, knowing full well that the blond was capable of causing Law to nearly limp in his walk…
This was no doubt attractive to Doflamingo—seeing Law as he was. The blond did not stop the other from heading towards the bath, the view compensated. "Clean yourself as much as you want, but it will never wash away what I made you feel…" Doflamingo grinned to himself as Law slammed the door shut behind him with whatever dormant strength he had left.
After exerting that strength, Law felt his legs buckle—his hands clumsily gripping onto the sink's counter. This pain wasn't from just being fucked, it was from…Law's knees kissed the ground, his arms clasping over his stomach. He felt like he was being electrocuted from the inside out…a burning sensation sifting beneath his muscles. Different levels of pain continued to shift about unnaturally within him...there was no doubt that this was the work of amber lead. It was acting up strangely, but why? Law's eyes widened briefly, his breath staggering in realization….
Doflamingo had returned to the ship's main deck. He was informed that they had come across another ship sailing in the opposite direction of them. Apparently the ship was merely transporting goods for an overseas trade based off of the ship's model & flag emblem. The blackjack pirates made no move against them, and chose to remain distanced. Eventually, the clear skies they traveled beneath became clouded. The ship's navigator began to predict rain, and even a possible storm. It would all take place within the span of a couple days based on the changing tides and winds. In terms of reaching their destination…they were a little over halfway there. "Captain Doflamingo…uhh sir!" A puny pirate saluted and stood before the powerful figure, "what should we do with the men on the mast? I-I think they're nearly dead up there!" The grubby no-name pirate now fumbled with his fingers timidly.
"Are birds picking at their corpses yet?" Came a stern, sadistic response from the blonde.
"Uh, I…maybe saw one of 'em earlier, but I'm not too sure sir!"
"Wait for the birds to come…and perhaps their bodies will fall off of the mast themselves. Now get out of my sight...unless you'd like me to string you up there beside your friends?" Doflamingo grinned momentarily, the pearly whites of his teeth in clear view for the puny pirate. The pirate nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear as he turned away immediately. The pink-feathered male headed towards the bow of the ship, his hands tucked into his pockets. In one of them, he gripped his handy transponder snail…
In truth, Doflamingo had heard no news from his executives directly. At this point, it was clear that they had met their end, and that the birdcage had either been destroyed or destroyed everything within the city. This meant that the navy definitely had Doflamingo on their hit list…and so did Straw Hat Luffy. Soon enough, one of the delivery birds would arrive and deliver a newspaper filled with top tier conspiracies in regards to the truth behind Dressrosa, and the legitimacy of the rule therein. This is what Doflamingo awaited…he gripped the railing of the bow of the ship—anger veins clearly displayed on his forehead like thunderbolts. Everything that had happened was facilitated by Law…Doflamingo grinned towards the sea, a rush of wind fondling his clothes as it gusted on by. Oh how he would punish him…until he took his dying breath. In time, Doflamingo would rebuild what he had, and rise to the power he was created for once more. However, this time…he would do it with Law bound, poisoned, and gagged at his side. There would be no interferences.
If only Vergo were still around…he would have certainly enjoyed torturing Law. Shrugging off these old and sorrowful thoughts, Doflamingo removed the transponder snail from his pocket, and dialed for one of his agents placed at their destination. He informed the man of their approximate arrival time, and talked of the preparations required for their ship's proper integration. Their arrival had to be well planned out, and information in regards to docking, personnel, and underground routes were necessary to discuss. Under the radar operations were certainly his specialty, after all. Of course, Doflamingo was intelligent with his own endeavors…especially since he was an unstoppable force that governed a city through deception for several years. His actions were made out of necessity for his own personal gain, because he would always believe that he was above all mankind.
Approximately two hours later, Doflamingo returned to his chambers to see Law. As predicted, the room was vacant and the bathroom door was still closed. Doflamingo bore a calm expression on his face as he opened the bathroom door. As expected, Law was laying flat on the floor with his cheek resting on one of his biceps, his arms basically folded beneath his face. He was heaving gently, tremoring slightly—sweat embroidering his worn body. Doflamingo didn't flash his usual brilliant grin at Law when he noticed the surgeon's ill gaze was seated upon him. Instead, the blond merely kneeled over the sick male and stroked some of his dark, damp locks off to the side. The silence was eerie, Law's shaky breaths the only exception. With slightly glassy, pink tinted eyes, Law blinked hotly, his lower lip trembling from his feverish haze.
"You ate quite a bit. I'm sure you've regurgitated a handsome amount by now…" The blond spoke quietly, amusement laced in his voice. Law was a smart man, and it was clear that he had already put two and two together. The blond had injected most of the food on Law's side of the table with the same liquefied amber lead he had used on Law previously. Doffy had more of it, Law just wasn't sure how much. It was certain however, that one vial wasn't enough to sate the man's sadistic tastes. Law was getting better today, but it was time for him to get worse—again. As soon as Doffy finished speaking, Law gripped the blond's wrist with a shaky, defiant hand.
"You're a…coward," came a raspy murmur, Law letting go of the wrist shortly after his next exhale. It was clear that Doflamingo had no intention of ever letting Law recover—most likely because he didn't want to risk letting the other escape by any means. Why couldn't Doflamingo just man up and fight the other, just end him instead of drawing this out? Of course, Law already knew the answer to this—it was because simply put, it was just in Doflamingo's nature to make people suffer. While Doflamingo was gone for hours, Law had been vomiting—inducing a majority of it himself by fingering his uvula. It had to be done; he wanted nothing in his body that was tied to that lead. It was a traumatic reminder of the familiar face of death he had once met in his childhood. Doflamingo became fond of Law's eyes, especially since the realization of betrayal within them was written loud and clear. Yes, Doflamingo had promised Law all the food he could eat, but lacing them with an exotic poison such as this was beyond fathomable.
The next few days that passed by were equivalent to an eternity in hell for the shrewd pirate. Almost every day consisted of Law getting beaten, fucked, and poisoned. Doflamingo's word was God's word; there was no doubt about this. As the ship was finally nearing their destination, the blond decided to gift Law with some clothing. It was nothing too special, basic black jeans and a dark grey shirt. As much as Doffy enjoyed resting his eyes on Law's tattoos, it was time to cover up the rest of the art he'd been working on over the course of the week. After fastening the heavy sea-prism shackles over Law's wrists, he slid his hands up and along Law's arms, gripping them firmly in order to shake him gently. "Excited to leave this room, Law?"
Law, weary in mind and body both, slowly turned his head and eyes away from Doflamingo's face. He had no interest in anything the man said to him. The sea prism stones were now in direct contact with the surgeon's skin. It caused Law to feel the lead sickness churn within him far more painfully, his devil fruit no longer working as a defense mechanism. The devil fruit was now forced into a docile state. If anything, yes, Law was relieved to know that it was time to leave the room they were currently in... He hadn't been out to see the light of day or enjoy the fresh seawater breeze for quite some time. He was confined to this sole cabin room, the room in which he was defiled in precarious positions and forced to do things never in a million years he'd do. In the end he mentally determined that for his own health—going through with this all was for the greater good. There were things he still had to do with his life. Of course the number one thing would be to get the justice he deserved by destroying every fiber of Doflamingo's being. Cold stone soon pressed against Law's neck—Doflamingo was now fastening the sea prism collar onto Law…just for kicks most likely. The blond hooked a chain leash onto the front of the collar and then playfully tugged it forward—Law's neck and face jolting towards the other briefly in the process. Merely a centimeter away from Law's lips, Doffy pecked them slowly, gently. "Time to go."
By the east end of the island, the blackjack pirate ship had finally docked. Large, jagged rocks and reefs crowded the area, which was actually perfect for shrouding their arrival from the public eye. Nearly half the crew had already left the ship in order to secure their docking location. When all was readied, Doflamingo opened the cabin door and shoved Law out in front of him. The dark haired male's hands were fastened before him hanging limp, the collar twisting about his neck as the chain leash Doffy governed was now behind him. Law stumbled momentarily as he was being pushed along, a few crewmembers shouting commands at one another to further secure the ship from the relentless rain. The blond flicked open his pink umbrella, covering himself as he let Law lead the way. It was so cold…Law shuddered to himself as he felt the icy rain begin to drench his clothing. It wasn't exactly easy to finally get off the ship in such a worn state. Law found himself being urged forward and onto the mounted walkway connecting the ship to the island. Not too far off, Doffy spotted one of his agent's men. The wet sand on the shore crunching beneath his feet actually comforted Law. Eventually, the pair was greeted by the mysterious agent. Law was clearly discomforted with his lack of freedom and power due to his sea stone restraints…being like this was also humiliating to a degree, despite the fact that it was the least of his concerns. Who exactly was this man anyway? He was wearing black shades, a dark cloak, and a bandana was covering the ridge of his nose down to hang beneath his chin.
"So you're the famous Doflamingo Donquixote. I've heard a great deal about you, Mr. Joker." The male gripped his umbrella's handle a little tighter. "And who is this young man? A prisoner?" It was clear as day to him that Law appeared sick, malnourished, and weary. He tilted his head out of curiosity. Something about this male…was oh so very familiar.
"I'm not in the mood for any small talk at this particular moment." Doflamingo flashed the man a carnivorous grin and yanked the chain slightly, causing Law to stumble backwards slightly so that he was now positioned beneath Doffy's umbrella. "Don't keep us waiting in the rain for so long, or I'll get angry."
Understanding the message loud and clear, the dark cloaked agent turned his back to the pair and began leading them towards an underpass alongside the hillside area of the island. Eventually, the underpass would lead them into a lush green forest that would take them to an underground passage. The tunnel was an old escape route built for emergencies decades prior. Nowadays, passages such as these were long forgotten due to the usual snowy terrain the island provided. It was extremely cold underground; so many areas were sealed off. Much was forgotten on this island, hence the alias "Ghost Town." This town was located further into the island off of a larger hillside. There was a low population on the island due to the weather conditions, but even so Doffy wanted to take a safe route for the time being. Currently, the snow had all melted away…one of his many connections had informed him of it weeks prior for a excavation project for material. Having Law at his side only made him want to come back here…
This was it. Minion Island. The very island in which Doflamingo murdered Rosinante, his younger brother. How long would it take Law to notice? The snowy terrain was absent at the moment…perhaps if they paid a visit to Ghost Town? Or perhaps the very spot in which the murder occurred? Of course those irresistible events were bound to happen, but that was not the sole reason for Doflamingo's choice to come to the North Blue of all places. There was more work for him here—it also proved to be quite the promising place to lay low for awhile as he waited for the situation at Dressrosa to blow over. Many people now had Doflamingo on their hit list—he was probably on the front page of every newspaper article by now. Angered by these thoughts, the blond eyed Law viciously beneath his shades.
"We've made it through. You know how to contact me if you need anything else sir." The agent who merely acted as a guide turned to face Doflamingo, motioning him towards the new uphill path before them. It was a hill that was fairly steep. At the top there seemed to be an extremely old and worn down mansion. Just beyond this mountain was the view of the entirety of Ghost Town, which was not yet visible to them. "I'll be on my way back to supervising our operations."
"Be sure to notify the Black Jack pirates of our location. I expect to see men posted around the area within an hour."
Law, trembling slightly with the chills from the cold rain merely listened quietly to the conversation the two men were having. What operation was Doflamingo working on? Whatever it was, he wanted nothing more than to foil it as well. After thirteen years of figuring out every single thing about the flamingo bastard…how could he not know what else was planned? Just…where in the hell were they even? This island…just felt so familiar, but Law couldn't exactly put his finger on it just yet, especially with the cold, ill, distractions. Huffing to himself as he tilted his head downwards to protect his face from the rain, Law balled his cuffed hands into fists. He bit his lip in anticipation whilst tasting the rain in the process, just what in the hell was going to happen next? If he could just get loose somehow…these chains were perhaps the biggest burden of his life.
After they parted ways with the agent, Doflamingo found it amusing that Law was struggling up the steep hill they were walking up. Clearly amber lead and sea stone prism combined produced the best results when it came to stifling the other. "You're almost as pale as you were thirteen years ago, Law." Chuckling at the recollection and resemblance, Doflamingo entered the old abandoned mansion, shutting the door behind him and Law. Propping his now folded umbrella against the wall, he started up the fireplace in the main hall downstairs. As he did so, he heard a faint thud behind him—Law had landed on his knees and let his hands rest idly before him. His head felt heavy, his breathing unsteady. Eyes on the floor, the surgeon of death pressed his lips together tiredly. When was he finally going to die? There was literally no escape…yet. Those seemed to be the majority of Law's thoughts lately, irrelevant as it was to think about at this point. After he finished feeding the fires, Doflamingo turned to face Law who was sitting on the old wooden floorboards. "You're in the perfect position to pleasure me, Law. How thoughtful of you." Inching towards the other, he ran a hand through the top of Law's hair and pressed his face forward, against his thigh and then groin. Law turned his face away out of protest, "Not in the mood are we?" Doflamingo questioned teasingly, sliding his hand from Law's hair down to his upper arm. He yanked the other up to stand and began undoing the collar on the pirate's neck. The cuffs followed shortly after—landing on the floor with a clank in the process. After ridding Law of sea prism, the blonde pulled the damp male into a warm embrace. Law's stone cold body was greatly pleasured by the questionable gesture…
Gestures such as these made Doflamingo's character enigmatic at times, even if it were for a mere second. The man was just so talented at creating beautiful illusions of paradise, prosperity, and love. Law was literally listening to what his body needed, however, and he wrapped his arms around Doflamingo, hugging the other tightly out of sheer need. Doflamingo was just so warm…Law buried his face against the blonde's chest, his eyes closing tiredly. If anything, Law visualized warm blankets and pillows to huddle against…his disillusioned mind concocting the best coping mechanisms to stay sane. Doflamingo enjoyed the needy Law he created, and rubbed the other's back gently, the damp shirt shifting along his hand leisurely.
Morning came, and Law awoke to a pink-feathered coat lying atop of him. He was on a king sized bed on the second floor of the mansion. Not too far off from the bed was a large window—the entire town below them at the bottom of the hilly area was viewable from it. Was this place an image from a postcard or something? What was so familiar about it? Not able to put it together, Law sat up slowly, wondering why Doffy cared to cover Law with the pink coat. Law knew he was shivering for the entirety of the night, sickness and fever rendering him incapable of having sound sleep—but why would Doflamingo care? It was because of him he was like this at all. Pressing his palm to his forehead, Law felt lingering aches from last night's terrors. Where was Doflamingo anyway? What time was it? It was hard to tell with those large masses of grey clouds covering up the skies and sun out the window. Law was definitely feeling a lot better than the day prior, due to the absence of cuffs. Leaving the pink-feathered coat on the bed, Law eased himself up and off. His clothes had dried…however, he needed to rummage around for a jacket of some sort. This place…he had to go out and find out where he was. Going through an old armoire and a dresser, he eventually came across an old brown coat. It was larger than his size, but it would have to do for now. He put it on slowly, the cold air making him feel far stiffer than usual. He buttoned what he could, and exited the room quietly. If he could just enter that town below and get some food, anything…
He was so starved; he could literally eat a mountain at this point. Law observed the hallway and looked over the railing to see if there was any movement downstairs. Nothing. Why was it so empty? Weren't men supposed to be posted outside as well? Perhaps they were…Law wouldn't be able to confirm until he was outside himself. If only he could make a Room and just transport out without a trace…Doing his best to focus all of his energy into his ability, he came to an understanding that he could only create a medium sized Room. It would be enough to perhaps get him outside without a trace…but not to the city in one shot. Hearing a door open from somewhere downstairs, Law quickly returned to the room he had slept in. He overheard one of the blackjack pirates start a conversation with a second pirate. According to the pair downstairs, Doflamingo was supposed to be out for another ten to fifteen minutes. That wasn't enough time…what if Law ran into him in the process of leaving? Sighing to himself, Law came to the conclusion that it might as well be now or never. Shutting the door completely now, Law approached the large window he had observed earlier. Focusing all of his energy into what seemed to be his only chance to getting out, Law created a Room that was big enough to transport him outside the front gate of the mansion. He knew that Doffy and his men were most likely going to be using the back entrance of the mansion like they had the night prior in order to lay low. Hiding behind the dark wooden fence, Law panted from the exertion, and wiped just beneath his nose. There was definitely a nosebleed coming on—blood smeared onto his hand. Currently, it was drizzling very faintly, but eventually rain would begin pouring again—that much was apparent with these terribly ferocious clouds. There were a few men scattered about the entire front yard of the mansion, two men by the main gate that wasn't too far off from Law. Any wrong move, and he'd be spotted. At this point, he only had a matter of minutes to get out of the general area before Doflamingo would return. Just what kind of "operations" were going on, and where? If he had to make a guess, it would also have to do with Project SMILE.
Taking an extremely observational look around him, Law began making a few decisions—he would line of sight the current men out on the field by rolling into a nearby shrubbery. Hopefully it would be enough to cover him as he bee lined down the slope and into the town. Going for it without another thought, Law moved quickly and as quietly as possible. Briefly glancing over his shoulder he let out a sigh of relief—no one noticed a thing just yet. A little further and he could slide down a small slope in which he would be completely out of view. After doing this, Law was able to continue the rest of the way down the hill without worry of being caught. He walked around the perimeter of the town in order to avoid any pirates that knew him. One place he knew he wouldn't dare enter was a pub…if this place even had one. Continuing along, Law made his way into a small coffee shop. He quickly scanned the inside and determined it was devoid of pirates.
"Heyya there! What can I get for ya tod—whoa. When was the last time you had somethin' to eat boy?"
A little startled at first, Law rested his stormy gaze on a rather round, gruffy old male. Well, middle-aged to be more precise. He appeared to be the shop owner. "It's been a long time…I have no money, so if you have some spare…anything, that'd help me out." Law took a seat on one of the stools by the main counter of the small shop, realizing his voice came out raspier than usual. Law was a man of few words, and talking to Doflamingo was something he rarely wanted to do.
"I can tell liars apart from honest men in a matter of seconds, boy. Looks like yer' tellin' the truth no doubt about it…Breakfast is on the house for ya today." The male set about his work and within a matter of minutes a nice breakfast was placed before Law. The plate consisted of eggs, toast, hash browns, and orange juice with a side of jam and butter. Unable to contain his usual cool and composed self, Law dug right in, ravenous due to his deprived nature. "Damn, you'd better slow the hell down before you choke on yer' goddamn fork. I'm not very good at the ol' Heimlich mc-doohickey, son."
Eyes glazing over in a thank you so severe and grateful, Law consumed everything on the plate in a matter of minutes. Minutes in which he didn't have. Doflamingo must've found out about his escape by now, who knew if he'd returned by now? "Thank you for the—"
Law was cut off, "You ready for round two, boy? It seems like you need it!" The shop owner laughed, his deep voice simply jolly in nature. It made Law feel so very welcomed and at home. The free food was something Law certainly wanted, but his time was running short and he needed information more than anything. Not letting his hunger get the best of him, Law responded remorsefully.
"I'd love another, but…there's somewhere I have to be. Can you direct me to the nearest docks? When does the next ship leave this island?" Law placed his fork down on the empty plate, sliding off of the stool and coming to a stand beside the counter. Normally he would observe and find out this information on his own rather than ask someone so casually…but under these circumstances he was pressed for time and needed any type of information he could get.
"That's a shame kid, I wish ya could stay a bit longer and fix yerself up. But like I said, I can tell you ain't no liar. Docks are about a mile away from here, due northwest of the island. There should be some signs throughout the city that can help ya out if ya read 'em. A ship leaves twice a week around noon. Next one is probably tomorrow. You got plenty o' time to get there, boy..." Law nodded in thank you to the man, taking one last sip to finish up the orange juice he was provided. Without another word he turned away, making his way towards the window by the front door. It seemed as if no one was outside…
"The way you're gazin'…" the man began speaking once more. To the sound of a cocked gun, Law turned his body slightly around to see the man pointed a shotgun at him in point blank range. "It's become clear that you ain't a liar…but someone is sure as hell after you. Where did ya run from son? Are you a pirate, a criminal, a stow away?" Law was silent for a moment, somewhat surprised by the fact the male was armed. The gun must've been stowed against the other side of the counter, out of the public's eye. Tip of the shotgun now dabbing at Law's chest, the surgeon was urged for a response—"Well boy? Speak up. A shot gun fired this close will kill ya no doubt about it."
Law shook his head, gripping the shotgun's end and managed a faint smile. "The less you know, the better. I wasn't here. Remember that for your own safety, old man…" The surgeon of death then lightly shoved the gun aside so that it was no longer poking at him. He huffed softly to himself, irritated by how much time he'd wasted.
The shop owner wasn't completely convinced, but he decided to back off for the time being. "Beat it, before I change my mind and shoot yer' sick self…" Rubbing the stubble beneath his chin, he leaned against the coffee counter and watched Law exit the building as silently as he had came. Something about Law…seemed dark as hell. The man wanted nothing to do with it—and he knew whatever Law said was the truth merely through his wise intuition.
Outside, the rain had picked up. Law was determined to immerse himself with his surroundings in such a way that he couldn't be tracked. He planned to check out the docks to confirm that there was a ship leaving tomorrow, and to also formulate the perfect escape route. After doing this, he intended to pick up any stray materials that could help him in terms of food and medicine. Later in the day he'd take off to a different hillside to stay the remainder of the night, and hopefully he would find some shelter from the rain in the process. The morning light…it would fade to a far cloudier darkness eventually. There was quite a bit of time to kill.
It had been 3 hours since Law had left undetected. Of course Doflamingo was upset. He gave those pirates one job…one holy, sacred job. It was certainly a gamble, oh but the game of cat and mouse could just be so interesting at times. Usually, Doflamingo always stood by his decisions—but the only thing he regretted now was not sea-prism cuffing Law to the bedframe before leaving early in the morning to attend his operations on the island. Of course…the sole night of mercy he gave Law resulted in the male escaping. That was how cunning and shrewd Law was himself. It was entertaining. To play further, the blonde sent out men to search for Law. He knew those buffoons would never locate the male… The real point was to let the male get deeper into the island. That would make finding him personally all the more rewarding.
Currently, Doflamingo was seated in an armchair by the fireplace, darting another thick string at the body of one of the two pirates that were supposed to be guarding Law's room. Both men were dead already, the blonde was merely picking at the bodies out of boredom. They were strung up against the wall adjacent to his chair. Sipping a hot mug of tea, Doflamingo finally put his game of string darts to rest. Perhaps it was time to take a stroll down Ghost Town? He preferred not to be spotted by the public at this time, so perhaps he'd wait a bit longer for the sun to completely set? In a place such as this, no one dared to leave their homes at night due to the stormy ice dark weather. Within a few moments, his transponder snail began ringing. Quirking an eyebrow, the cozy male answered. "Who is speaking?" The snail bore an unknown called ID.
"Young Master…it's me."
Parting his lips in slight surprise yet maintaining his composure all the same, Doflamingo recognized the voice immediately. "Monet…"
"I'm alive, master…and I have a great deal of information to share with you."
"I imagine that you have quite a bit to share…you were presumed dead after Punk Hazard's exposure to the navy and straw-hats." Doflamingo was no doubt overjoyed by her survival, but where had she been all this time? He needed her. Especially in Dressrosa.
"After you gave me the command to destroy the entirety of our operations in Punk Hazard, my heart stopped beating. I dropped instantly. I woke some time later, my body in a different location of the lab. I'm not sure how, but I feel Law was involved. He is the one who stole my heart after all…he either chose to kill me or dropped it somewhere by mistake. I have no idea as to where my heart is now…but aside from all of that, I immediately searched the area for Vergo. He was…" She paused momentarily, reminiscing the horrific moments. "He was completely burnt, bloody, and separated in several different pieces. The factory had exploded into fire and ash. He was barely breathing, and about to die…but I managed to recover every part of him and fled. Shortly after, the navy completely infiltrated the remains of the lab and factory, and purged this island of anything related after collecting whatever data they could find. I've been stuck on Punk Hazard since due to the navy's research and Vergo on the edge of death. I managed to put his pieces together, but they won't hold. This was Law's work, and I fear he's the only one who can put him back together. Oddly enough, Vergo's body still functions. This is the power of Law's devil fruit. Over the course of the month I've nursed him back to health…despite the fact he's still in pieces…I apologize for our failure to contact you sooner, but we were only able to find a transponder snail that wasn't linked to the navy by this time." Emotion poured out of Monet's lips as she entertained Doflamingo with this tragic tale, her eyes tearing up in the process. She feared that her beautiful master would be furious for their late contact, perhaps even condemned to death. All in all, she loved Doflamingo dearly, and if that was the verdict, so be it. They had already accepted possible death the moment they joined Doflamingo's family. That's how close the Doflamingo Donquixote executives truly were.
As Doflamingo listened to Monet's story, the smile on his face grew wider and wider. Sometimes family members made mistakes, and the blonde felt that he could also be the most merciful especially in regards to his very loyal disciples. "Monet…you've done more than enough to compensate for the delayed call. I want you to return to me with these pieces of Vergo. I have Law captive…" Laughing excitedly at the revelations that had transpired, the blonde pressed his palm to his forehead, "hurry to Minion Island. I'll send a ship to you to ease your escape off of Punk Hazard…but after some time, you must fly the rest of the way with Vergo. You're faster than a ship with those wings, Monet. I expect you here in a few days, no less."
Monet smiled brightly to herself as she looked over her shoulder to lock eyes with Vergo. "We've missed you greatly, Doffy…we'll be there in three days, no later. Farewell, master."
Oh how thrilled Vergo would be, to hear the news of Law being held captive by Doflamingo. And Law's reaction to all of this would simply be priceless. Hearing of the surgeon's feats on Punk Hazard certainly ruffled the blonde's feathers further. To have someone so dark and lethal in the palms of his hands was…exciting. Law had dissected and blew Vergo up to bits and pieces, he had stolen Monet's heart and possibly punctured it, he had taken Caesar into custody and bound him into submission. His actions were so destructive; it still slightly amazed Doflamingo as to why the surgeon chose Rosinante over him. That was why he needed to be further punished. Perhaps the surgeon would come around and ask forgiveness. After all, Doflamingo did have a thing for family executives. In the end, the ultimate goal was that if Law were to die, it would be in the process of granting the blonde immortality through one final use of his operation devil fruit.
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