You know that feeling of finally getting a chapter done cause it has given you so much trouble? Yea that's this chapter right here :P

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Note: Due to discussions with NaCl over on AO3, this chapter was updated to fix some of the mistakes. Just a note for those who have already read it before. There are a few changes nothing major. And for that thank you NaCl for your reviews on this chapter! I always take any criticism into consideration, so if there's anything you find, please do tell! Enjoy the chapter!

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Creating a Heart

Restitution

At the initial shock, he pulled away, staring at the android. Law blinked, looking at Kid just as shock as when Kid pulled away. His mind was trying to fight with the emotions that had fueled him. Want, need, both were blurring the clear distinction as his heart was reasoning with his brain.

This is Trafalgar Law. He built and created him with his own two hands, yet Law has developed his own personality and peculiarity. The android has a smart mouth and enjoys teasing and annoying him out of pure amusement. He loves to read and observe and finds great interest in various areas especially the medical field. He's quick to point out anything and everything without a worry of consequence which could be problematic. Yet. He likes all the android's quirks. He enjoys being in Law's company. Hell, he could even say, he loves every moment spent with the man.

He wasn't sure when his body decided to move on his own, but he allowed his instinct to take over. He conceded to the heart. To his emotions. His hand ran through Law's tussle of dark hair before pulling him forward, covering his lips over Law's thin ones. An immediate taste of steel hit him, but he hadn't minded. He worked with the material long enough to find comfort in it. His entire mind and body focused on Law. The hard latex skin that he gave him had felt smooth under his touch as his other hand traveled along Law's arm.

Law's cold hands roamed his torso before clutching onto the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. He could sense a similar want from him. Kid pulled away, giving light kisses along the android's jawline. And as if Law could read his thoughts, he stretched out his neck allowing the redhead access. He trailed down that beautiful, tanned skin towards the base.

Pulling away again, he locked lips with Law gently guiding him down onto the bed. But something felt off. He pulled away slowly, hovering above him. His brain always chose lousy times to start to reason with him. But the nagging was growing. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling his stomach drop when he looked into Law's eyes. Clear as day. There wasn't a sign of any type of attraction or lust from the other. If anything, the android just looked slightly confused.

Then it clicked in his mind. It's one-sided. Immediately, he retreated only worsening Law's confused expression.

"Eustass-ya?"

Kid's mind jumbled as he thought up an excuse while his eyes looked for his phone. "I forgot I've gotta call Killer about something, go to sleep first." He jumped out of bed.

"Eustass-ya, I don't sleep." Kid hadn't listened as he grabbed his phone and left the room in a hurry.

He barreled down the stairs running into the living room. His mind was in disarray as his thumb dialed a very familiar number into his cell. Killer. It was almost second nature to call his best friend for anything that went wrong. He was the go-to man for any situation. As the other line rang, he paced back and forth. How he wished he could work on something right now to give him time to think. Killer was a good alternative.

"Hey Eustass. Sorry, Killer's in the shower right now." Kid cursed when Penguin picked up. "Glad to talk to you too." He could hear the sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Sorry, I just need to talk to Killer right now. Did he just get in?" That man had a habit of spending longer than needed because of his hair needs.

"Yea, do you want me to leave a message?"

He was tempted, but he then considered Penguin. He's only known the man for a few years. The man was deeply in love with Killer and vice versa. And though Eustass and Penguin had a rough beginning, he had considered Penguin as a good friend of his. Law seemed to like talking to him too. Penguin hadn't cared much about the two of us. At least in the way Killer would. If anything, Penguin seemed to support them.

"Actually, maybe you can help me." Kid started.

"Is it about Law?"

Penguin was sharp. He had to give him that. "…Is it obvious?"

Penguin chuckled. "Well I can't imagine you talking to me about your work and you don't sound in pain."

"You're one sassy bastard you know that?"

"I'm just glad to hear Doflamingo hasn't effect you. We were worried after you left with Chief Smoker."

Kid scowled at the name. The whole event had felt so far away despite only being a few hours ago. He figured Penguin would tell Killer the moment he got home. Killer's going to have a field day tomorrow at work, hounding him down. "I'm fine." Well it wasn't completely true. It was more like someone else was occupying his mind right now. "Killer's probably going to interrogate me tomorrow."

"You know Killer. He's just worried about you. So what's up with Law? It must be terrible if you're asking me for advice."

"He kissed me." There was silent on the other line. Kid stared at his phone to make sure it wasn't disconnected. "Penguin?"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard correctly. You're saying Law kissed you?"

"Yea."

There were a few more moments of silence and Kid could only imagine what was going on in the other's mind. "And that's… a bad thing?"

"Yes! Wait… no! No, it's not a bad thing." Cause honestly Kid had wanted it as well. He wanted so much more with Law. He would've done the exact same thing if it had occurred again. But that feeling kept pestering him. "He's just mimicking what he already saw." It wasn't as much of a problem before. He had honestly encouraged the android to research and understood human activity to be able to fit in more.

"Again, and that's a bad thing?" He could hear the exasperation in Penguin's voice. "I don't know about you, but if my crush were to kiss me, I'd probably be on cloud nine."

"Yes it's a bad thing! The entire thing was one-sided!" He allowed his frustration to surface. "An android can't physically feel love, can they? I can't program that. I don't even know if that's even possible." And he was completely and utterly frustrated. That nagging reality that gnawed at him. As much as he would love to believe it. Law isn't human. The possibility of them being together could just end up being one-sided.

And yet. Within those few minutes, he wanted to give Law everything. In that moment, the android in front of him was someone he love, human or not. In his mind, yes, he was obsessed as Killer had mentioned many times. No matter how much he denied it, even he knew of his obsession. But he had believed it was his workaholic tendencies of never leaving anything unfinished. And Law, really was his greatest creation. He wanted to make him as human as possible. He wanted Law to be his own entity.

But even he knew Law's limits. A machine can only go so much before it hits it's limits. An android shouldn't be any different. But all those gestures and the time the two spent. He honestly forgotten at times that Law wasn't human. There were still some weird quirks, like Law analyzing anything within his sights and his unlimited wealth of knowledge that didn't appear all too human. He loved it all regardless of what he was.

"You know Eustass." Penguin caught his attention. "You and Law may be the smartest people I've met, but you two are so slow on a simple, basic human thing."

Kid glared through the phone. "What?"

"We know you can't program love. Even humans can't force themselves to love someone they don't like. But Law can't feel it? I doubt that."

"He's just mimicking what he saw and researched."

"Kids do the exact same thing too. They observe things they like or are unsure of. They retain that knowledge, and they mimic until they can make it their own. Law's just mimicking something he wants to do. Maybe at that moment, he actually wanted to kiss you, ever thought of that?"

And that made Kid stop. He felt a bit sheepish for not coming to that conclusion. If Law's mimicry was his way of expressing himself; was it actually possible for an android to love? Would something completely impossible become reality? The speculation was endless if that was the case. The proud achievement that he had created an android that was as close to a human as possible. But even more so. If that was the case, did that mean that Law loves him?

Penguin sighed when he heard no response. "I know you love Law. Hell, I'm sure anyone who saw you two today holding hands, practically inseparable, probably thought that. And I can't say for Law himself, but I'm positive he feels the same way. Stop cutting him so short."

Kid nodded slightly as his mind and heart felt lighter than a few minutes ago. Just one simple statement had cleared the heavy fog within his mind. With his mind clearer, there was still one thing he had to figure out. "Wait… How did you know we were holding hands?"

There was silence before a the creaking of a door was heard. "Hey Killer, done with the shower?"

He could hear Penguin conversing with Killer in the background, completely avoiding the question. "Oi! Penguin answer me, damn it!"

Penguin had yelled 'goodbye' in the background before Killer's deep voice came to the phone. "Hey Kid, did you need something?"

"I'm going to punch that boyfriend of yours."

"I'm going to punch you first." Another voice appeared in the room.

Kid turned around, seeing a rather pissed off Law stand at the door frame. Those arms folded, eyebrows furrowed. He found the expression cute on the man as the android rarely appeared mad. It was a nice change. The redhead said a quick goodbye to Killer before hanging up and approaching the android.

Law frowned. "Eustass-ya. I don't require sleep. I am an android."

"Right… I know. It slipped my mind." And it honestly did. No matter how much his mind can distort it, he still has to remember that Law was an android first with human instincts second.

"Also because I am a machine. I learn by observation because someone didn't implant me with knowledge beforehand. According to Penguin and the various movies we had watched. You kiss someone special after a heartfelt moment, right? I had thought it was a good time." Though his expression still looked perplex at the situation.

Kid laughed a bit. Of course he would learn that from a movie. "Didn't I say that movies distort reality?"

"I'll research it online." He retorted quickly.

"Don't believe everything online either."

Law rolled his eyes. "I'll get a book then."

He gave another look towards the android. Well even if Law wasn't human. The android seemed to understand him and genuinely cared for him. The small, weird notions that Law made to take care of him had made him happy. Even if some were unconventional. And if what Penguin said was true. That was enough for him. He brushed his lips against Law's forehead. "Let's go to bed."

"I don't sleep."

"Then read by me while I sleep."


His morning routine was similar like any other day. Saying goodbye to his half awaken boyfriend as he downed his cup of coffee. He gave a kiss to the man's cheek, wishing him luck at the hospital before grabbing the keys and heading towards the car shop. A simple morning like this kept the calm man content before he dealt with the troubles of his best friend.

Donquixote Doflamingo. He had hoped to hear the last of him after his last visit. But the man was unpredictable. They all knew that much and he wasn't sure what the man's motive was this time. He wanted to get the entire story from Kid. Not that he didn't trust Penguin's words, but he needed to know what Kid knew. And if there were any potential danger that could occur, how he would help get Kid out of the mess.

Since they were young, the two had always been together, having met randomly at a playground one day. The small redhead had gotten into a fight with someone over the sandbox. Killer had watched from the swings like he had any other day. At the end of the long row of swings, he'd sit; watching over Kid drawing in the sand of a robot every day. The man had shown interest in robotics from an early age. As a kid, Killer had figured it was just a design of a robot from a show. A simple drawing of his favorite robot. It clearly wasn't the case when he thought about it now.

Kid was the new kid from the suburbs outside of the city and Killer was the outcast with a murderer as a father. The two acknowledge each other when Kid would walk by nodding at him before sitting in the sandbox to draw with his fingers. Killer figured he didn't know any better and nodded back. This went on for the first few months since Kid arrived. The two never bothered to talk to one another, not that Killer had much to say. He'd learn to keep his comments to himself. Besides, Kid looked like he had wanted to focus on his drawing and he would for an hour or so before what looked like his mother would pick him up.

It was a normal day, Killer was sitting on the swings, observing his surroundings. Kid had entered the playground giving him his usual nod before plopping down in the sand and started to draw. The silence stayed between the two as any other day. Until three kids a few grades above them walked in. Killer recognized them quickly by the way they yelled and laughed. They were loud, obnoxious and were considered the 'bad boys' in school. Killer rolled his eyes at that statement. If anything, the title only gave them more reason just to cause trouble for the sake of it.

He kept his eyes on them behind his bangs, but continued on with what he was doing. Swinging. Observing. One of the boys, snickered as he pointed towards the sandbox and the next minute, they were by it, kicking sand over Kid's drawing. Even when he was young, his temper were still present. He stood up quickly, glaring at them.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Nothing." One of them sneered. "What? We can't stand here? You don't own this spot. This is a public area."

"You kicked sand on my schematics."

"No I didn't. It's not my problem the sand decided to fall there." He kicked the sand again to prove his point. "See? It's called gravity, stupid. It's common knowledge."

Kid growled. "I'll show you gravity." He tackled the guy to the ground and within seconds, it turned into an unfair fight of three against one.

Killer wasn't one to bother with things like this. Getting into a stupid fights wasn't something he preferred to do. It was tedious and he could do something better with that time. That being said, he also wasn't one to approve of unfair play. He got off the swing and walked towards the fight.

One of the boys immediately saw him and backed off. "Oi, Killer's here." The other two boys stopped their assault to look at the blond.

It wasn't surprising to him; their reaction that is. He was like the black plague. Everyone just wanted him to disappear, but were too afraid that he would do something at the same time. So everyone just called him 'Killer' from a distance and avoided him. He was used to it by now. Truthfully, he was just relieved that the violence towards him had ceased. Most of the fights were pointless and meaningless. Did they honestly think he wouldn't fight back if he was left with no other choice? Of course, the fighting didn't help his reputation either. That only solidified his nickname.

He had suspected that he would end up in juvenile detention with the amount of fighting he had ended up in. None of which he caused. The adults seemed ready to toss him under the bus for their own kids 'safety'. But the young Officer Smoker at the time had said that from his perspective it was a case of self-defense.

The leader of the group frowned, kicking Kid one last time. "You got lucky this time." He spatted as they ran, commenting on how Killer was probably going to kill the redhead.

Killer only sighed at their accusation. He looked down at Kid. The child was curled up in a ball to lessen the impacts when one of them had pushed him down. There was a scowl on his face as he turned towards the three bullies, flipping them off angrily. Killer reached forward, helping him back on his feet. The redhead looked fine besides a few scraps here and there. It didn't seem like he was hurt badly so Killer returned back to siting on his swing.

Kid had stood there brushing the dirt off his shirt and shorts before staring at him. "Hey, thanks."

Killer only responded in a nod before looking forward again, moving his legs to create momentum for the swing to lightly move.

Kid gave another glance at his drawing before erasing the rest of it away. He stood in front of him watching with those red eyes of his. Killer return the stare. "What?"

"So why do they call you Killer?" It was an innocent question, but Killer kept his silence. Kid only shrugged at the lack of response. "I think the nickname's cool. Everyone would think you're probably the one to watch out and all. You know? Like a silent, yet deadly character."

He raised a brow at the child's comparison. He was about to open his mouth to correct him when a women's shriek stopped him. It's been a while since he heard that.

Eustass' mother showed up, pulling Kid towards her. Shielding him with her body. She had fussed over his scraps, but Killer could sense the dirty look that was sent his way. So he kept his mouth shut and watched.

The mother pulled him away, telling Kid to stay away from him. "He's a murderer."

But I wasn't.

The blonde had understood that being a constant broken record was useless to people who has already set their opinions of who he was. He figured, it was probably going to be the last time he'll see the redhead. The mother will tell him the story the community had conjured up and he, like everyone else, will stay as far away as they could. It was nice while it lasted.

What he hadn't expected was Kid showing up the following day, sitting in the swing next to him.

"So Mom told me that I had to stay away from you." Kid started.

"So why don't you?"

"Cause you didn't do anything to me and you helped me out the other day. Plus wasn't it like your dad's fault anyways? It's not your fault if your dad decided to be the bad guy." Kid said. "Besides, I still think Killer's a cool nickname. It's at least better than my name. Like who names someone Kid?"

Killer chuckled a little at the comment. When Kid had first arrived in his elementary school. He had heard gossips of a transfer student with the name 'Kid'. Killer hadn't actually thought it was real til he saw Kid fight someone for mocking his name.

"Besides, the word killer can also mean something different too. It's not always someone who kills. Used informally, it can mean a formidable or excellent person or thing."

Killer stared at him. The sudden usage of long words wasn't what he had expected from someone his age. "…what?"

Kid rolled his eyes. "Killer can be used as a good thing too. Like a killer robot."

Killer scoffed. "I'm just the villain to everyone. There's nothing good about being a killer."

"Whoever said the villain had to be bad?" He grinned. "Maybe they're just misunderstood."

Since then, Kid actively searched him down in school and outside of school. Killer was worried that Kid would get the exact same treatment as he would. But he soon realized, the child then was similar to the man now. He didn't care what others thought about him. He did as he pleases and gave zero fucks about anyone else. Even now, Killer's still grateful for Kid's stubbornness. The two became close like brothers. And since then, Killer had kept the nickname. It almost felt weird not to use the nickname now for the significance it held.

He unlocked the front of the shop, the smell of iron and car fumes still linger in the air when he walked in. He wasn't sure why Kid wanted to start up a car repair shop. It wasn't something Killer had expected Kid to suggest out of the blue especially after the hell he went through with Mariejois. But he wanted to move on with his life and thought this was the best path.

Cars weren't common in the South Blue especially outside of the city. They were too much of an expense for most citizens to have one. And the cost to fix one wasn't even worth the price with the known violence and vandalism around the region. But he believed in the man, Kid knew how to make things work even when the world was against him. With the help of Wire and Heat, friends they knew from school, because Kid refused to hire anyone that he didn't know. Kid taught them how to fix cars and the business started up in the city. And something Killer thought would fail, ended up succeeding. Despite the successful business, even he knew Kid was still missing something. The man worked diligently, but not with the same vigor and excitement he's seen before. Until he started creating Trafalgar.

Trafalgar Law. To be quite honest, Killer was extremely amazed by the fact, that the machine was practically human. From the outside, no one could tell the man was an android. It was an amazing feat. And Trafalgar has kept Kid happy and smiling albeit from the times he would annoy him. Everything would be fine and Killer would be thrilled to see his friend passionate about something again. The problem was everyone was sucked into that illusion of him being a human. But he never forgot. A machine was unable to provide everything that a human could. Even if Kid was able to programmed Trafalgar as close as human as he could. He would never be 100% human.

Emotionally, Law had checked off many things. He had the basic ability to emote as he see fit. The programming had allowed that. He remembered seeing the algorithm for it. He had followed and understood most of it, but even he knew how advanced the coding had gotten. Having a genius and an artificial genius work on the project had elevated and developed Trafalgar quicker than he had expected. But as advanced as it was. Everything down to the words, were artificial. A machine would not be able to return Kid's feeling to the fullest. And Law, at the end of the day, was nothing more than a machine.

The day began like any other day, Killer was the first to arrive and proceeded to get the shop ready for today's work. Heat and Wire were the next to arrive, Wire usually having that tired stare early in the morning. Then there was Heat who often made sure he stayed awake until later in the afternoon when the roles reversed. He found it more of a problem during the late afternoon as Heat liked to use the torch as often as possible. That lack of judgement had almost set a car on fire once. Wire kept a closer eye on him since then.

By the time Kid arrived, Heat and Wire were working on an oil leak while he was filing some paperwork. Kid, who decided to live the farthest from the shop usually showed up last. Not that anyone minded.

His best friend walked into the office almost exuding out his excitement. That had baffled Killer. He knew Kid was acting weirdly last night, but Penguin refused to say anything, only beaming at whatever the two had conversed about.

"Hey Killer. What's the damage today?"

Killer had stared at him for a few seconds before grabbing the clipboard. "Heat and Wire are taking care of the car that came in before closing yesterday. The engine came in today, so we're replacing that before the nine to eleven appointments. Lunch break then more appointments after two."

Kid grinned switching into a white t-shirt that had grease stains all over. "Sounds good. Let's go." Killer nodded tying back his long blonde hair.

The two worked well together like a well oiled machine. They have been together all of their lives after all. Through good times and bad, they stuck together. As Killer watched Kid tighten the last bolt, something inside of him kept saying this wasn't right. This feeling has always bothered him when the two worked.

Kid didn't belong here. He couldn't see his best friend being a mechanic for the rest of his life. He's always believed since he was young, that Kid's ambition would lead him somewhere great. It was just a question of where. He still wanted to discuss with Kid about the run in with Doflamingo.

"Alright, let's turn this sucker on and check if it's working." Kid said as he shut the lid.

Killer nodded as he ignited the engine and the car roared beautifully. "Looks good to me." He turned it off again. He figured he should ask. "Kid."

"What was next on the list?" Kid questioned.

"The nine o'clock appointment. We still have a while before that. I need to talk to you about Doflamingo."

He could see the energy Kid had held deflate out of him as he gave him a weak smile. "Penguin told you?"

"He came back freaking out about Doflamingo showing up at Gol Plaza. Of course I would ask. Just be glad I waited until today. You said he offered you a job?"

The redhead scratched behind his head. "Let's talk in the office then." He waved to Wire and Heat to keep an eye out for the customers while the two head into the office.

Kid sat down in the desk that he rarely used. The man never cared much for paperwork. He has always preferred using his hands which left Killer using the desk more often. "I figured you were going to interrogate me eventually."

Killer folded his arms as he stood in front of the desk. "What happened yesterday?"

Kid explained from the moment he left the shop to when Chief Smoker brought him home. He watched Kid's expression through his thick bangs. His face harden as he talked about Doflamingo offering him to buy Trafalgar. His fists clenching together. Somehow, Killer wasn't surprised. With that type of technology, he could only imagine what Doflamingo could do. The question now is, what exactly would he do with a humanlike android?

"I shot him down. I wouldn't sell Law for that. So he came up with the next best thing and decided to offer me a job."

This made Killer's green eyes widen. "What?" Hearing the news a second time, had still shocked him. He had always imagine Kid eventually returning back to the field that he worked so hard for. The idea that Kid would end up working for Doflamingo wasn't a pleasant thought. It made his blood boil.

"I don't know if I should consider it or not." Kid leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. "He said it'll be in the robotics sector so at least it isn't anything bad. Yet…"

Killer wanted to tell him to forget about the offer. Forget the entire charade and just continue on with his life. But he held his tongue. The damage Doflamingo has left in South Blue has left a bitter taste in the citizens. This didn't past over them as they lost some of their friends from school because of his illegal activities.

The Smile Corporation was highly regarded for it's quality work. Even if it was just for a few years, Kid could use this just to get his foot back into the business. There was still the huge conflict that he knew Kid was feeling. This opportunity was a once in a lifetime way to get back to what he always wanted to do. He would finally be able to show the world his talents. But would he be willing to work under the man that ruined South Blue? No matter how badly South Blue's reputation, both of them still held much pride for their region. Would he suck up his pride and take the offer? Or continue living as a mechanic. Sure there could be another offer later on, but it wasn't definite. Killer rubbed the brink of his nose.

"Kid."

His best friend had stared at the desk. His hands had balled up into fists. Those red eyes looked up towards him. In that instant, Kid had fully understood what Killer wanted to say next. "…I know." He sunk his head into his arms, allowing both hands to grip at those red strands. "I'd be stupid to pass it up."

"Be careful. I don't think I can help you out of this mess if something goes wrong."


The business card laid on the desk with the Smile Corporation icon staring at him. Kid thought back on everyone's input. Both Killer and Law had essentially told him to go for the opportunity. They both knew enough about Doflamingo's background. They knew the dangers but they also the opportunity.

He knew what Doflamingo had done to South Blue. But he also knows that the kingdom that the man has created isn't something to look over either. Doflamingo's monopoly had made a statement and set a standard no other company had done. He successfully wiped out any competition within a few years and reigned as king in the toy and robotic industry. He hasn't seen much of his legal handiwork in South Blue, many of the toys kids played with were often hand made or older toys that was before the Donquixote take over. Every so often, someone would have a Smile toy. And even Kid found them fascinated.

Kid had gone to the capital once for a school trip. Grand Line City, a highly technologically advanced place. The Smile Corporation's icon was pasted on every screen and wall. Kid admits, Doflamingo was a highly skilled businessman. He understood the situation and conquered. The people demanded quality and so he gave it to them. If a trend started, he'd be on it quicker than anyone else.

Then his real masterpiece came in when he started his robotics branch. It had revolutionized the world. Toys for the first time moved. They spoke a set of sentences on repeat and kids loved them. Doflamingo took it further and created highly advanced animatronics used in movies and stores. Anything and everything the man sent out was gold with high quality. He set the high standard for himself and maintained it. Everyone in the Capital and beyond loved him for it.

Except for South Blue. Behind the man's industry was the underground of it all. It wasn't hard to connect the dots, the man was wealthy. Within a year of the start up of the factories, he had tripled in wealth placing him in the top ten wealthiest in the world. A fraction of his wealth was all drug trades. Though there was no proof, Kid was positive on that. But what he never understood was, what was the point? He had his power, why continue the illegal activities?

Kid didn't bother thinking any longer. By calling this number, the man he was thinking so ill about may potentially become his new employer. And he doubt the man preferred treason within his own company.

He called before he could have second thoughts. The phone ranged before it was picked up by a female voice who redirected him to Doflamingo himself.

"I've been expecting you, Eustass Kid. Have you reconsidered then?"

Kid could feel a vein pop at the sound of the man's voice. "I have… I want to hear the terms and conditions."

"Smart man." He could feel the smirk from the other side. "I don't care so much for your resume, your android himself is proof enough that you're highly skilled. We know you're efficient with your hands. So I'm assuming you're taking the offer?"

"Yea…" He spoke through his gritted teeth.

"I'm glad to hear. Let's talk business then."


Doflamingo felt almost giddy after hanging up the phone. He allowed himself to swirl in his chair once grinning from ear to ear. His bodyguard, Vergo, walked up to him.

"I suppose everything has gone according to plan, Doffy?"

"Of course Vergo." He couldn't stop his ever widening smirk. "To think that some punk brat that decided to vandalize one of my locations happened to own the very one car shop that I had been interested in." He stood up, ironically towering over his own bodyguard. "And that owner happen to be the very Eustass Kid that I have heard so much of. What are the odds?"

Vergo stood by him, handing him a manila folder labeled Eustass Kid. "You must be ecstatic." He spoke in his neutral tone.

"Well the first one was such a disappointment. I thought something was off when I hired him. But he didn't hold anything to the standard of the robot he supposedly built." Doflamingo grinned pulling out a sheet with the man's university information. "But now, I can have the real deal."

He always knew about Eustass Kid. He even kept his eyes on the little brat while he was in Mariejois University. The media proclaimed genius that came from the less fortunate region of South Blue. It was a literal fairytale of rags to riches. The media ate those types of stories right up. Of course, this was no fairytale. Life was the cruel reality of a fairytale. And when Eustass Kid went down the drains along with the rest of his future career for something as idiotic as a fight, Doflamingo knew the man's fairytale life has ended and the cruel reality of life has started.

He chuckled deeply at the thought. At that time, he should've swooped in to snatch Eustass if he had known any better. But he, like many other big named companies were after Saint Charlos. The man with the amazing robot display. He had remember sitting in the audience for that presentation. He, along with the other company representatives were already told ahead of time what each student would present. Doflamingo only found two that he was interested in. Saint Charlos and Eustass Kid, both had projects on robotics. Rumor has it, Eustass Kid was going to take up the offer to intern under Vegapunk, the renowned scientist for the World Government. Doflamingo figured, if he couldn't have both, he'll at least snatch one of them.

Then the fight broke out between the two, and media went wild. Eustass was everywhere and nowhere within forty-eight hours. Doflamingo had to give the university credit. They knew how to keep their reputation intact. After all, most of the media's CEOs are Mariejois alumnus. A few phone calls later, the entire story was buried and Eustass Kid became a nobody. Oh, how corrupt the world loves to be. A simple fight shouldn't be punishable to the amount of knowledge Eustass had, but Mariejois made sure it did.

Doflamingo could still feel a slight anger for the time he wasted on Saint Charlos. But he figured that the time Eustass had disappeared off the face of the world. The redhead had learned and figured out how to create an android. Oh well, that brat knew how to use his time wisely. And now a man with that knowledge was just within his grasp.

"We need to celebrate Vergo." Doflamingo proclaimed.

"You have a meeting in fifteen minutes." Vergo cut in. The blond frowned at the thought of meeting. Folding his arms. Vergo sighed a bit as he pulled out a party blower placing it between his lips and then pulled out a confetti popper. He blew on the blower while pulling the string to the popper letting out a small flow of confetti.

Doflamingo laughed highly amused by Vergo. The man knew him so well. "Excellent. Let's go. We have a lot to discuss about with the team."


*rubs hands together* Aww yea! Time to have some Smile corporation fun! Thank you for all the reviews! I adore each and everyone of you that take the time to write me a review.

Rayany Amor - Mwahahahaha! Actually I didn't even realized it was a cliffhanger until my beta-reader told me. I just thought this was a good place to end it. But hey, no cliffhanger this time :D Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad you're enjoying this story!

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