It wasn't often he did something out of kindness or obligation to his fellow man. Not to mention whenever somebody asked him for a helping hand there had to be a justifiable reward in the end. Truth be told, he couldn't even remember the last time he preformed a deed from the goodness of his heart. He felt it was a waste of time and a sign of weakness or defeat to do anything without profiting more than anyone else in a situation. If the world is so cruel, why should he be any different?
So why did he allow this brat to stay on his ship? Sure, the boy was useful when it came to medical needs and something to jeer at for entertainment, but beyond that the kid contributed nothing to him.
In fact, his latest stunt proved just how much of a financial disaster he was.
Doflamingo stared down at his object of interest, watching the steady rise and fall of the young doctor's chest while the kid slept peacefully through the chilling night.
A heavy breath curled out of Trafalgar Law's mouth as he shifted positions slightly.
With the light of the moon shining through the boy's window Doflamingo could see the peacefulness of a night's rest on the kid's features, relaxing his face as if there wasn't a care in the world.
Doflamingo continued to stare, trying to internally understand why he chose to put up with this cheeky brat. For the longest time the only crew member he felt was interesting enough to keep around permanently was Vergo. Everyone else could be brutally slaughtered in front of his eyes and the only regret he'd have would be taking some time out of his schedule to stop by some port town and recruit a few new mindless workers who could do whatever he told them without a fuss. And it was strange; usually he found it entertaining to watch Vergo work and to hear the screams of pain mixed with fear as the man beat the living daylights out of his victims, but with this kid he found it rather unsettling.
The very thought of "caring" for the boy made his stomach churn. After all, the pirate captain could count the number of living people he felt emotion for on one hand no matter how fleetingly small he considered the feeling and whether it was hatred or otherwise. Everyone else was just dust in the wind, serving only to move him foreword in his aspirations.
Doflamingo suddenly noticed that a lock of hair had shifted over one of the kid's eyes. He considered it for a moment before reaching out an index finger and repositioning the few pieces back to their original place. The boy didn't move as the pirate's digit trailed across his forehead and ran along the length of the strands until they slipped from his finger.
The pirate captain scoffed quietly, returning his hand to his side. He really was getting old if he was treating the little punk in front of him as if his own son.
No, more like a little brother.
The thought made him want to laugh even harder but he felt it would be better if the kid didn't wake up. Doflamingo just settled for grinning wickedly before turning on his heal and heading for the exit.
He took one last lingering glance at the kid before departing the room as quietly as he had entered and pretending nothing more than a breeze had passed under the door.
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i know, i know, short chapter. BUT i will have to say this was probably more difficult to write than chapter 11 (which says a lot for 590 words)
opinions? is it too frilly for our demon-captain? the man who's hellbent on killing everyone who even slightly displeases him?
and don't worry, the -piece de resistance- will be up soon, this was pretty much just drabble