Tristan lay on his back, as he did most of the time; his ankles were captured in his master's hands. He had thought of the hundred ways of getting sex done tonight, but Tristan would never ever understand why his master thought it was necessary to do tie him up these times. His own hands had been chained to the bed. And he had been there for hours. His master had been coming in and going out for a long time, but most of the times he didn't even do anything... he just came in there and talked for a short time then left.

A few days earlier he had been branded. His master had watched with pride in his eyes as his flesh burned and his whole being screamed. His master had chosen the small of his back to brand. A place he knew and would be able to see during all hours of the night.

His master had been so proud of him when he stood up after wards, with his head held as high as a king. Tears in his eyes and his body burned. He had then proceeded to kiss and hug and hold him for the rest of the day. Doflamingo had snapped out of it eventually and as the wound was healing and formed a nice looking scar.

Even if it was only a few days ago. Now the captain would just stare at him, touch him for a bit then leave.

Tristan could say a few words, but he never said anything against his master. Afraid to voice his own opinion. Of course he should be afraid but it didn't feel good to be suppressed like that... aah the life a slave. He didn't have the right to speak, move or even blink without his master's consent and well thought out opinion. Though sometimes then he could spot a little spark of humanity in Doflamingo; Tristan would get the courage to speak freely. It happened rarely but he hadn't been killed yet.

However his master was acting different this time.

This time had been different. His master had entered their room and didn't say anything. But what was even stranger; He didn't even smile. He just came up to him and sat down in the bed. He discarded his feathered coat and put it over him. Tristan just stared at him in question.

He never behaved like that. Never.

Tristan could sit up. If he stretched. "What's wrong?" he asked. Not really bothering to ask himself why he asked. Doflamingo smiled softly. And padded his head,

"Oh don't tell me… you're having a bad day?" Tristan asked as a joke. His master smiled, clearly not approving of a joke. He just came over to him and pushed him back down.

"Shut up boy. Know your place."

"I am in my place." Tristan said. "But if you untie me I will tell you where I'd like to be."

"I don't think I will be falling for that anytime soon."

"Come now, where would I run?" 'What do I have to lose?' he thought and tried to smile.

Doflamingo smiled, nodded and slipped over him. Looming over him while smirking. He released his hands and waited.

He was waiting for Tristan to run. The blond watched as the boy rubbed his wrists and sighed.

"Thank you." then Tristan softly pushed on his shoulders and slipped behind him. Rubbing the broad shoulders as hard as he could. He tried to move as slowly and push as hard as he could. His master smiled and liked his lips.

"Are going to be good today?" asked the blond and chuckled when he leaned his head back to meet with the boy.

"I might be…" Tristan let his hands travel over his shoulders and over his chest. Pressing his chest against the large back. 'My god he's big…' Tristan thought and tried to hug him closer. It felt strange to be the 'big spoon' this time. It never happened to him. He had to say it felt nice.

"Then don't stop."

Tristan cradled his master's head, running his fingers through his short cropped hair. Doflamingo smirked and leaned back, he knew very well that when a servant was obedient like that then they were searching for a reward.

Well if he was asking for it.

"may I ask you something?" Tristan asked carefully. Still running his fingers threw the bond stubble of hair.

"of course."

Tristan took a small pause then. Like had been thinking it over whether or not he should say anything. Docent matter, this would be great. Doflamingo was getting excited already.

"How are you feeling?"

A short pause. Tristan held his masters head lovingly, massaging and scratching the skin. Doflamingo was on the verge of moaning, it felt so good. Well he wasn't going to throw away an opportunity like this, it was almost golden.

He turned his head and held the boys head in place. Pressing his lips against the ear and letting out a deep hot breath. "horny." He breathed out and pushed Tristan down. The lad cried out as he was thrown on the mattress, hands pinned above his head.

"Wait! Please, I'm still sore from-mrfn!" he was silenced by his master's tongue. As the massive size shoved into the tight caverns. Doflamingo started prying the boy's legs apart. But for some reason then he had shut them tight. "It won't do you any good fighting it, Tristan."

"I will break." He whined. His heart was beating out of his chest.

"That can be fixed."

Please no…

And here we were. Two alone. Legs in the air and hands stuck. Doflamingo hadn't entered him yet but he was grinding against him roughly. Tristan felt tears well up in his eyes and he bit his lip. His body was sore and nearly everything hurt since last night. Doflamingo had not let him go until he had gotten his fill two times.

"Tristan…" Doflamingo breathed out, breathe misting his skin. "…you are so pretty" it was all he said while he continued to lick down his body. Tristan did ignore that little comment and prepared for what was to come.

"Captain! It's all go, the town is cleared."

The sudden voice from the door snapped Doflamingo away from him; he stood and went to talk to his subordinate. Tristan didn't try to listen, even if he was curious. He knew it didn't concern him; so why should he bother. He was just glad his master left him before doing severe damage to him.

"Aah good news Tristan!" his master jumped up on the bed as the unknown voice exited the room.

"Oh? I have such pleasures?"

"Good news is not pleasures Tristan… but you can have it that way." His master reached out and unlocked his chains. Tristan blinked a couple of times, frozen in place. "We are going out"

Tristan found his voice. "Like last time?"

His master smiled like he was remembering something of a fond memory. "No not like last time. Last time was dead boring, this time we will have fun."

"I'm not sure I can survive any more of your idea of… fun."

"Not your decision." He answered and picked his little slave up. "Get dressed. Meet me out side." he let him slip down right as he planted a soft kiss on his lips. Tristan accepted it without flinching.

And with that his master was gone out the door. Leaving behind a very confused Tristan.

This would be his chance. He could get away now. If he could just slip out the window. He ran over and snatched pants of the floor. While fumbling to get his pants on the door opened and someone stepped inside. Thankful he had gotten his pants on right he turned around and brushed his hair out of his face.

"Whoa…" the foreign voice spoke with surprise. "That's a lot of hair…" Tristan didn't answer that as the man walked inside with something that could only be described as arrogance. He was tall, not nearly as tall as Doflamingo, but he was quite similar to him. With blond shortly cropped hair and a scar on one side of his face. A grin that painted arrogance and self appreciation he stomped his way inside.

"Who-"

"Your baby sitter"

"I don't under-"

"Well you're not supposed to. Now shut the fuck up and put a shirt on. You look horrible."

Tristan honestly didn't dare but so as he said. He was too huge and by the look on his face; he was sure he could kill Tristan in a heart beat. Could and would, if he didn't hurry up.

Tristan dumped the white blouse over his head and pulled his now lower back long hair into a pony tail with a long ribbon. The blouse was clean and white and made his skin look creamy pale. They had cuts on the back for the wings should he want them to come out. Tristan did still feared the wings a little bit. He was still a little too inexperienced with the world to know the full extent of any devil fruit, not even his masters.

He followed his… babysitter outside into the sunlight. Limping a little as he walked he could still keep up with the large man.

"Where-"

"Shut up"

Right… slave…

Head down and shoulders lumping as he walked behind his baby sitter. He didn't dare to look up. Don't look anyone in the eyes. Never again.

This was a large building, owned by Doflamingo and his 'company' Tristan want sure how he felt about this entire thing being ether blood money or slave money. Either way it was disgusting.

Tristan followed the new blond all the way to the front door. The he came to a stop.

"Okay so here's the thing, shrimp. While you are with me. I'm in charge. The Captain appointed me and my men to look out for you while he gave you some space. But let me just tell you right now…" the blond hooked into his collar and lifted him up. Slamming him against the wall in the middle of the lobby, Tristan glanced around to see if anyone would try to help him. Though he wasn't surprised when no one did. "You won't have a long time to live if you make me work for it." Slowly he backed away. Eyeing the little slave. He grinned like Doflamingo would when he did something horrible to people.

"Seriously. What are you? A fucking elf or something?" he spat and turned to the door. If Tristan had any pride left to speak of then he would love to defend it right now. But as of now he would let this pass… he felt something stir inside as he walked after him. Whatever they guys name was then he already hated him.

The outside was beautiful and brisk, and if it hadn't been filled with sweaty fat and muscle bound sailor men enjoying the sunlight then it would be perfect. As soon as he stepped outside and a shockwave of howls and whistles came his way. Cheering on like he had done something spectacular. Scarred and permanently bruised faces came over to him and slammed their hands on his shoulders and pinched him in places he didn't want it. They all laughed and spanked him and grappled and pushed. Tristan only blushed in anger and embarrassment, he didn't know why the hell they were so happy to see him but this was a hell of a way of showing it, he didn't care of this kind of attention.

Quickly he sprinted to the side, pushed out of the way. Spreading his wings into their full stretch. It felt good: better than he had thought it would. Apparently the sailors liked it too, since they howled like wolfs in the sun, and watched with glee as he hovered into the air. Landing with a lot more elegance then he had expected on the roof next to them.

He didn't understand why they supposedly liked him so much.

"Hey now you useless fucks get away from him" it wasn't his masters voice but he saw him inside the crowd standing big and tall. He stood out everywhere. He was accompanied by someone he didn't know, but that was an understatement because he didn't know anyone in this crowd besides for his master.

"Bellamy! Get your ass over here!" this time Doflamingo himself shouted. The blond one who had made himself his baby sitter jumped over to his captain. So his name was Bellamy…

"Yes captain!"

"Do you think you can just get away with leaving him to the dogs like that?"

"wha-"

"I didn't ask you to keep an eye on him, I asked you to protect him from those little shits…" Doflamingo's voice was hard as stone. Tristan blinked several times. So he was to protect him… Tristan smiled.

"I was just gonna-"

"Oh were you…?" Doflamingo raised his hand and grinned wide. Like he was about to do something horrible.

Tristan saw the glint in his master's eyes and thought he should do something. If he got Bellamy in trouble it woulint help his position or situation. If Bellamy got hurt then he might get some even worse than him to protect him.

He stretched his wings out to get his masters attention. After a few seconds it was hooked and Doflamingo gasped at the sighed before him. Letting his invisible grip on Bellamy go he strutted over to his pet.

"It's alright… if it's me you're worried over…" Tristan said carefully and gave shy smile. Though he did want Bellamy to suffer a little then what ever his master did woulint only make him suffer but likely kill him.

"It's not you I'm worried over birdie, I never worry." he said, glaring down the blond with a look so vicious it could kill "But I do wonder if this imbecile is fit for the job…"

It wasn't a question more than it was a friendly advice. Bellamy stuttered and grinned. His captains threatening smile didn't go away and it made even Tristan nervous.

"Can you handle it?"

"Yes captain! I can handle it." Bellamy sputtered out with a little nervous smile. He was sure with himself and was clearly eager to please his captain. That was understandable for the man of his level.

"good." The captain said and released his subordinate. "So be nice. I want him in working 100% when he comes back." he grabbed Bellamy's shoulders roughly and hissed with a smile. "And he will come back"

"Yes captain!" he quickly spat out. 'Reassuringly' looking up at Tristan and glaring with a smile. Thankfully for him Doflamingo was focusing on Tristan.

"Come down here and let me see you…"

Tristan swallowed nothing and jumped down. He couldn't fly yet but he could glide with the wind and hover a little bit. Doflamingo had been so generous to take time out of his day to train him at the art of flying.

When he landed in his masters arms he was welcomed with one hand wrapped around his thighs, supporting his weight, the other found his way to his head; stroking almost softly caressing his face.

"I'm sorry… I didn't know I was-"

"Shut up." Doflamingo ordered and told him to kiss him. He did and kissed him softly. The sailors behind him laughed and some whistled. Doflamingo saw the boy and how he flinched away from the noise and tried to hide away from them. Looking away and trying to hide from the hungry wolf like sailors. Tristan glanced over his master's shoulder and looked at them nervously. He didn't know that the reason why they were behaving like this was that he had been their special masturbating material while he spent the nights with his master. There were no secrets on board a ship during a long voyage and his voice was the one thing that made this voyage special. Of course Doflamingo noticed and smiled darkly. Nothing ever escaped him.

Doflamingo walked with the boy over to the edge of the small town. Away from his crew.

"How old are you?"

Tristan waited for a moment to answer this because no one had ever realy told him his age. Everyone seemed to forget that he had amnesia and didn't even remember his home… he knew his name nothing more. Some had said 20… other 19… some thought 25…

"I'm starting to think I'm 20…"

"Hu? You think?"

I thought for a second if he should answer. "Yeah, none of the doctors knew my real age and so they guessed… they guessed 20" he said and smiled a crooked smile. This made Doflamingo laugh loudly.

When at the edge of town he stopped and smiled. "Now since you've been a good boy then I've decided to give you a reward…" Tristan saw as the blond reached into his pocket and brought up his leash. It had been decorated a little so it wasn't so plain. All to make Tristan look prettier. "I'm going to let you wonder around for a while. Let you be free around the island while were here. I've fixed the leash so it won't go of unless you leave the island."

Tristan didn't know how to react to this. This was almost like he was mocking him. But with a straight face. He would give freedom but no freedom at all. He was still bound to leash like a dog to go out and play in the garden. This was his idea of fun. And what if the sailors that creep the living shit out of him would decide they wanted to have 'fun' with him. They had the right to, he was just a slave.

"Are you serious?" Tristan whispered.

"Of course. You are still interesting as fuck and I want to keep it that way." Doflamingo said and grinned wide "and you look like you need some fresh air. You're pale as death."

Tristan manidged a half smile. It was all he could do.

"So Bellamy is here to…" Tristan started

"Make sure you don't go jumping off a cliff"

"Aah… there goes that plan…" his master laughed. Even if to Tristan it wasn't much of a joke.

"Now then, where would you like to go first?"

Tristan thought about it for a short while. This wasn't too hard of a question; something had been on his mind lately.

"Can I go to… the grave yard…?"

Xxx

He stood at the edge of the yard. It was a tattered old flat of land with crosses poking up here and there; occasional tombstones stood out on norm… somehow then he felt the sense of horror as he walked into the yard. Part of the reason was for Bellamy and his buddy were right on his heels.

As he walked through the yard then he started breathing erratically and fast. He practically glided through the flat. The grass was brown and dead after the winter killed it. No flowers on the graves and some of the crosses were broken. He chose a grave that had a large tombstone he couldn't see what it read for it was all covered with moss and mold. Maybe that was fungus… he took a stick of the ground and scraped the moss and mold away. The plates were simple and even a little cute. Metal plates that had little carvings on the sides and a few kind words printed below the name.

Reginald R. Dreamway.

May your spirit rest soundly, and travel the seas beyond.

This was nice. He thought. Reginald felt like a nice person.

He moved on to the next grave, that didn't have a tombstone.

Margareta Imris.

And daughter Silja Imris

We will always remember you.

Again this was fine. This visit wasn't like the last one to the grave yard. But the weather was nice and no matter how much he missed hearing voices and seeing things he was glad he wasn't realy losing his mind. There was the slight tug of disappointment when no one came. Somehow the 'ghosts' from the graveyard at HQ made him feel less lonely, sad as it might sound.

All of a sudden he spotted something that caught his interest.

It was a large boulder with a silver plate on it. With a lot of words carved on it, not printed like the rest craved with a knife and not printed like the rest.

The body of the murderess Margret McArthur

Killing 23 people in her life time she was believed to still roam the island.

Do not remove the bolder, it will let her out.

Never again.

And that was it. The plate looked as if it had been carved in a hurry and it didn't really care to make it pretty… that was strange. He wanted to know what was on the bottom of the hole; it couldn't be that this Margret's spirit was coming back all the time. Did she really kill all those people? And if she did what was her story? what beast could this be?

Suddenly a tweet from above got his attention fully. A large bird stared right at him and tweeted a pretty song. As stupid as he thought it was then he decided to forget the graveyard that didn't do anything for him then and follow the bird. He thought it was beautiful and decided that if he would get the chance he would document it. Like he did in his old home, on his island far away…

He did see the islands flora was amazing, with flowers and trees that he didn't even know existed. In colors that only existed in the story books from his old home. He felt the cool wind and the warm sun mix together into the perfect weather for him. Up to the middle of the island there was mountain that stretched up into the clouds, with the top hidden within the clouds. Tristan jogged after the bird and stopped when he landed in his nest. Where a flock of baby birds were tweeting hungrily. He did notice one on the ground. He most likely had jumped out of the nest and fallen with his first attempt to fly. Tristan looked up at the nest and thought it strange that the bird hadn't died with the fall. And he would also die if he would be left alone on the ground like that. With the baby bird in the palm of his hand he lifted him up to the rest of his siblings and mother. All with gaping beaks and tweeting like their life depended on it. They were awfully cute…

He didn't see Bellamy anywhere and he didn't really care to wait for him, even if he was on his way. This was his time, and he had all this space for himself. He finally got away from his master, and he would make the most of it.

He jumped forth and sprinted to run. Running like the devil was on his heels. If Bellamy could be considered a devil that was appropriate. Feeling the wind in his hair as he ran through the woods, jumping and flying over the stumps of the trees. Freeing his hair from the ribbon as he ran out of the forest and on to another field. Stretching out to the end of the island. The sun lit up the grass with an inviting glow. How could Tristan resist? Smiling, he slid down the hill and landed in the tall moist grass. It so tall it reached up to his chest. Further on the grass was short cropped and a little torn, it indicated that animals had been here to feed.

Looking around he spotted a cluster of dark spots in the distance. He decided to make his way over to the group, carefully.

Xxx

The day passed. And Doflamingo could not stop thinking about his little pet out in the woods… alone.

Even if Bellamy was with him then there was no certain that he wouldn't get hurt. That would only mean no sex for a long time, which would not due. It was sunset and he waited for his underling to return with his pet. This had seemed like a good idea in the beginning when he wanted to see his pet smile. Wanted to see him laugh. What other way to do that then letting it run free for a while and have fun.

Tristan had very pretty lips and he liked to kiss them; however that was the only thing he had ever done to his lips. Out of a long list of things to do with them after he would get what's his.

Doflamingo got lost in his thoughts for a while when he dreamed the things he would do, and the noises Tristan would make. Shuddering slightly as he saw vivid images of Tristan's body; shivering and shaking, spread wide before him appeared in his mind as he waited for him to come back. When he would comeback he would fuck him so hard the boy woulint be able to walk for weeks to come.

The people would not harm them in this town and in turn the pirates would not harm the people would not be hurt. But they were avoiding them like the devil. The pirates had made it damn clear that they didn't want anyone to disturb them while they were doing business here. He had also made it perfectly clear that if anyone touched Tristan while he was here then he would personally twist his neck two circles around. He didn't usually feel so protective over his pets but Tristan was the one pet he wanted to decorate and show off to everyone, having such a pretty pet. He wanted to put him into expensive kinky silk clothing and decorate every corner of him with gold and silver, put a diamond incrusted collar on him and take him with everywhere. No matter how expensive it was he would be better than anyone ells. He always got the best products. Tristan included.

Though, as sweet as his thoughts were, he was torn out of it. A rumbling sound in the distance snapped him out of it. The sound of drums? It sounded like the drumming of ten or twenty drums or more. Coming from a distance and seemed like it was coming closer. Then, just like thunder in the desert, a horse came running around the corner. A large brown stallion with black hooves and mane, sweat coated flex as it ran with extreme ferocity. Running from something fierce. It was a male stallion who clearly led team; it was running fast away or to something.

Doflamingo blinked as the horse galloped from side to side and searched for a place to run to. Going up on his hind legs threateningly as it ran forth. Doflamingo stood up and was about to teach the damn horse not to act like that, Raising his hand. Only seconds before he should have the grip on the horse that should probably kill it; a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Wait! Don't!" grinning he turned to see another horse. This one a creamy brown, with very light skin around his mouth. A female this time. "Don't hurt him!" on her back sat Tristan, fingers tangled in her light brown mane.

"Tristan. What the hell?! Do I need to give you specific instructions not to get into trouble?" Doflamingo laughed as he came to welcome his pet. There was grass in his hair and his pants were torn on the knees.

"Not this time." Tristan said and stopped. "You better get out of the way." He said and slid of the horse. Doflamingo glanced back to the horse and saw the aggression dripping of it. It was the female. He was between a stallion and his mate. Jumping out of the way he joined Tristan at the side.

"Tristan you idiot, what did you do?" he said as they watched them come together and nudge their heads. Doflamingo half expected him to get on top of her right away.

"Oh come now. He has a lot of other fillies waiting for him; why he chased after us I will never know."

"Maybe he just prefers this one."

"Sounds more like you honestly." Tristan said and smiled. Doflamingo plucked a strand of grass out of his hair. His skin was sun baked and his cheeks were red, perfect.

Grasping at his now messy hair, Doflamingo shoved down for a rude kiss. Tristan let out a noise that might be something of a cry but something better. The larger blond slipped down and scooped the boy up into his arms. To his surprise then Tristan hooked his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

After they broke apart Tristan held his hands on each side of his master's face. "I had a good time today" he whispered smiling softly. "Thank you" this time Tristan kissed him on the lips sweetly. "I have so much to show you"

"You wanna have a good time with me?" he said and grinned. Tristan smiled wide and let out a sigh,

"I just wanna show you something's that I found on the island. It's so very beautiful…"

Doflamingo twisted his head to see if Bellamy was coming this way, it had been his job to follow him to make sure he woulint get hurt. When he didn't see him then his nerves got on edge.

"Where is that good-for-nothing Bellamy?"

"I think that I might've run away from him this morning." He stopped and turned a little pale. Then snapped over to look at his master with an apologetic face. "But I didn't realize at the time. I just started running and he was behind me, I didn't notice that he was gone until late."

Doflamingo made a low rumbling sound in his neck and nodded. "And when did the horses come into the game?"

"Oh I fell down on the field where they were. They seemed friendly. Then when she offered me a ride then the stallion became sour and went after us. It became a bit of a race." Tristan stared with a melancholic gaze at the beautiful brown couple galloping away from them. "She took me to so many places."

Doflamingo just looked at his pet. He was filthy. With mud on his face and grass in his hair. His clothes were torn and his knees were scraped.

"You need a bath… and did you wear shoes?"

"I might have left them in the field with the horses."

The blond just stared and silently approved on how pretty he was in such a natural environment. But he was filthy and that would not due.

Still holding his pet he walked back to the hotel at a fast pace. He was eager to take a bath with him.

Xxx

Tristan sighed and let the calm wash over him. In his master's arms once more he felt calmer than he ever had been. He had such a wonderful time exploring everything this island had to offer. It wasn't big but it wasn't small ether. The mountain had been particularly fun to climb. The steep hills and many types of birds that nested there. Most of them had been suspicions of his activity, but he had been able to knack an egg from one of them. It was delicious. The birds got very angry over that and chased him back down the hill. At the top of the mountain he had seen the entire island. It didn't feel too high up for him but it shielded the island from northern winds that blew form the island. On the very top it was hard to keep balance. He had tripped on his way down and torn his pants. It even bled a little but he didn't think anything of it. It didn't feel bad. Or rather, he had felt worse before.

When he came down then the light brown filly had been there and he sort of befriended her. She had let him ride on her back for a while and he let took a fast tour on the island until the stallion had joined in and felt jealous. Then it had turned into a race.

Now with his master carrying him; he snuggled up to the large chest, feeling very tired. He had been going on the whole day and hadn't stopped once to wait for Bellamy and his friend. He had no idea where they were and to say the least he didn't miss them one little bit. He didn't even wonder where they were once.

When he came into the hotel room, Doflamingo dumped him on the bed

"Undress…"

"Yeah yeah" he sighed out and stripped down to his skin. There was a very faint tan line on his hands and feet. It was change and he really liked it. Tristan never really liked that he was so pale and had often dreamed of golden skin and broad shoulders with him. Something he could admire and ravish every day. And though his master fit the profile he was no one to admire and love like he wanted to. He never wanted to fall for a man who didn't love him back, or even cared to have him for any other reason than a good fuck in the middle of the night. Doflamingo wasn't his type of man, even under normal circumstances then he wouldn't like to date him. Even if he was into a lot of the things that Tristan had thought about doing with a lover. In any other case then he would like to have the option to say yes or no. and his master had none of the chest hair he adored so much in a man. Doflamingo's chest was as naked as his own. Although Doflamingo made it an activity of his to shave off all his hair. Everywhere save his head, his hair could grow as long as it could and he had made it perfectly clear that he didn't care for that. It also didn't seem that he couldn't grow any facial hairs. He was so not like a man that it almost shamed him. He didn't normally care for his own looks but there were times when he was made fun of or looked down upon by other men because of his body and how he looked. Even mocked and made a fool of occasionally.

The fact that Doflamingo liked him was flattering in its own… but it was still disgusting and despicable.

"Hey kid. Are you going to take all day?"

Tristan hadn't noticed that he was staring into the mirror, naked. He took a breath before he joined his master in the bathroom.

A bath had been prepared and his master's large body was already filling up most of the space. There would be no room for curling up away from him; Doflamingo had a smirk on his face while he was spinning a bottle in his hands. There was a new basket in the corner of the tub, filled with pink paper confetti and various bottles filled with things he really didn't want to know about.

"Come here…" he said and held out his hand.

Tristan's feet were cold and he knew the water was hot so he looked forward to that. Not his master.

Doflamingo positioned him in his lap, pressing him close. Chest to chest.

"Your face is cut" he claimed and brushed a thumb over the faint but visible scrape on his chin.

"yeah I was riding and a tree branch did it." he smiled trying to not seem nervous. "It doesn't hurt."

"Good…"

There was a short moment before Tristan curled himself up against his master's chest. Doflamingo wrapped his large hands around his hips. "You need to get clean."

Tristan had a feeling that wasn't really what he had in mind.

He leaned forward and captured his lips, shoving his tongue inside. His hands rubbed his butt, kneading his cheeks in circles slowly and leisurely. He could feel his master's hard-on on his thigh. How he would slightly thrust up into him at a slow pace.

He could tell his master was smiling; Tristan leaned forward and rested his chin on his master's shoulder. Then he saw something that shocked him nearly into oblivion. He jerked back and shouted hitting the back of the tub and submerging himself in the bathwater. Doflamingo blinked and nearly felt worried. He pulled the boy out of the water and shook him lightly.

"What's gotten into you boy?" he asked, he did his best not to change his voice at all. He would not seem worried or angry.

He didn't answer. Breathing harshly and erratically, he was scared out of his mind. Doflamingo couldn't tell tears from water but he knew he was scared shitless.

"Damn it boy what is the matter?!" he nearly shouted and then Tristan's eyes shot over to stare at him intensely. There were tears unmistakably. The boy shifted his eyes from his face to the wall behind him. There was honestly something wrong with the boy.

Doflamingo turned his head to see what the fuzz was about. Then turned again to the terrified boy in his arms. Suddenly the realization came over him with full force and he scooped up Tristan in his arms and jumped to the other end of the room.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted.

On the wall was the upper half of a thing that once was a man. Hands spread far apart and tied with rope. His lower half was nowhere to be found. Empty hollow eye sockets stared at them with agony and anguish. Mouth, open gaping wide, was filled with something red and velvety. Below it on the floor was a small circle made with some red paint; the markings on the circle were familiar to Tristan. It was one of the reasons why he was shaking so much. Could something so horrid be a part of his memories? Although this was kind of trance parent, like it was a vision

"Is this some kind of trick?" the blind mumbled.

"No…"

It was but a faint whisper. So low key that Doflamingo could barely hear it. "…it's the remains of a sacrifice…"

Doflamingo was not convinced. "Oh really? Then how come this wasn't here before?"

"i-I don't know. Honest. This is the first time for me too you know" Tristan said in an as-a-matter-of-fact kind of way.

Doflamingo got up and walked to it. "An illusion?"

"Maybe…" tristan said quietly. "Don't touch it, it might be dangerous."

Doflamingo looked furious. Face finally rid of the arrogance he always decorated himself with. Tristan didn't feel afraid. He felt familiar with this feeling. He wasn't going mad… but this was worse than that. This was true.

Tristan saw the remains of a sacrifice that happened god knows how long ago… and the strange part was that Doflamingo could see it too.

Then after a few minutes of Doflamingo pacing from one end of the room to the other claiming he was 'thinking', then the form of the ghost slowly started to disappear. Was getting transparent and then after that he slowly started to disappear. The vision was going away but that made Doflamingo even angrier.

He shouted and cursed while his eyes shone with excitement and intrigue. Some genuine ways to make Tristan cover in a corner. His master looked much like a demon lurking in the shadows.

"Stay in here and don't even think about this. Someone will be up shortly." Doflamingo put some pants on and tugged his still half hard member inside. It did astonish Tristan that he could still hold a boner at a bizarre time like this. He went out to look for answers. He then halted in the door, looked back and stared at his pet. He was still naked, sitting on the foot of the bed. Staring into space. If anything he didn't want to leave him alone, something was wrong here and he clearly could not take care of himself for a long time. He had not trained him that way. The error in his plan made him cringe slightly. That mistake he should've made someone who could fight… even if the boy was thin as a scarecrow.

He left none the less. He would be back then he would teach him to fly…

As soon as the door closed then Tristan sprung up and rushed to the bathroom. It was just as it was when he had entered it first. Hot and steaming, but this room gave him an uneasy feeling now. He made his way over to the tub. On the wall behind the left end there the 'ghost' had decided to reveal he to him… the realization washed over him and he found that this was all much stranger then he had thought.

Tristan stared in aw at the spot where the ghost had been seen. He had really seen the dead at HQ back then, but the stange part, his master saw him too. So it wasnt a gift that proved he was mad. He knew about one warlord who could raise the dead, but he knew that if this was the works of Geko Moria then this could mean something worse than a little argument between tyrants.

Tristan swallowed softly. Touching the surface of the wall where the ghost had hung just a short while before he could feel the presence of death and misery lingering. He knew the feeling, he had lived it.

Doflamingo was out demanding answers, he was most likely screaming at some one to go find a way to contact geko moria. It was the one thing that would explain this none sense.

Tristan felt it was wrong to blame someone with such power as moria; the actions that happened a long time ago. He knew it wasn't him, he knew it was someone ells from a long time ago. He wanted to tell his master but he knew that he wouldn't listen to anything supernatural. He was a man of science, not magic.

This couldn't be magic could it? No, it couldn't be.

Cant it?

In this world magic didn't exist. It couldn't , the 'magic' was only in the devil fruits the people ate and became strong or extraordinary... There was nothing supernatural in this world.

He also didn't know how he knew that.

He thought about the voices that plagued him for the longest time. Maybe they knew answers. He quickly shook that thought away and left it alone, doing that would be admitting that he was going mad. He would do no such thing!

'Oh but why not?' Suddenly the voice said 'we are here to help you...'

"I never asked for you to help me"

'But that's why we are here dear child.' They sounded smooth and soft now. Calming 'our masters have brought us to you to help you remember your past and pursue your destiny'

"What destiny could possibly be awaiting me? I am no one, i am but a slave."

'You know in your heart that that's not true.'

'You may not be able to tell but the man who claims to own you cares a great deal about your child.'

"Don't call me a child. I am no child."

'Of course'

"And there is no way that monster cares about me." Tristan said bitterly " im nothing more then a toy to him"

'Never think that Tristan... You will know soon that he will look out for you'

He didn't answer that, why would he...he was going completely mad. He burred his head in his hands and sighed, leaning against the wall where the ghost was hung.

Soon his master would be back and it was unsure what would happen when he came back. What he would say, what he would do. He hoped he would be left alone for the most.

The ghosts had not left him alone after all. His mind was truly leaving him.

'Don't fear him prince tristan'

'He will not hurt you'

'You should not fear him.'

'Don't'

'Fear'

'Him'

"I do fear him!" Tristan screamed to silence the voices "I'm terrified of him, what he could do, what he will do when he hears me talking to myself!" He thrust away from the wall and turned to leave the room. He steered straight into the chest of Bellamy.

His stomach took a dive down to his feet.

„Who were you talking to?" He asked, his eyes sure and angry. Filled with spite.

"I-I-I"

"Shut up" he said and snatched a fistful of his hair dragging him out of the bathroom. He threw him harshly onto the floor and stomped his foot on his head,

"Captain gave me quite an earful, because of you." He trust down his foot, crushing heavy on his head. "I think you owe me some thing to make up for that..." He growled and lifted his foot up from his head only to kick him harshly in the stomach; he spat blood out and clutched his gut, curling into a ball.

"Me and my friends here would like to spend some quality time with you." Bellamy grinned and held his hair again. Lifting his head to face the door. Where two of his Bellamys friends, one of which had been with him in the forest with him.

"This is the little bitch." All three men grinned crudly and the ones at the door came closer to the two of them.

"So you're the one that sounds so good in the night, your so eager on entertaining the captain how about you show us a good time too?"

"Oh god... No" he shivered out and tried to get away. tried to tearaway from him. But he held a Firm grip in his hair, not letting go no matter how hard he tried to tear away. The man just laughed and made fun of it. It was jothing to them. They were stronger then tristan and they knew it well. They would use it.

"You think you can just say no to us?"

"It is your fault that we are in trouble. I say you owe us a dept." the one on the right smiled and hooked his finger under tristans chin. Eyeing the pain on the boys face, the fear in his eyes and how tears welled up inthem, they were used to getting slave girls to choose from, so this didn't bother them at all.

"Remember if you use your teeth i will kick them out."

Tristan thrashed about for a bit. How dare they?! He was not for anyone else but the captain. Did that honestly think that some lowlife workers could touch him like that?! And just how much trouble was he in anyway, the captain would come back and find him in a crumbled bloody heap. He wouldn't wanna hear who or what did this to him. If he was alive then he was usable still.

Those assholes were only dirtying him up so the captain wouldn't want to ever touch him again!

Bellamy zipped himself down and showed himself into Tristan's face. While trying to pry his mouth open Tristan sunk his teeth as deep into his hand as he possibly could. Blood oozed out of his hand as Tristan managed to slip away from the three of them. He glanced at the window and knew exactly what he would do.

Since he wasn't worth the time to be saved he would just see if he himself could save himself. He thought to himself that the ground below would most likely welcome him as a friend. The three of them would panic and his master would blow a fuse. Blood will be spilt this day.

He ran with all his might to the window and prepared for the impact, but before he managed to get to it, his hand was grabbed and he was spun around and held in place. One of the conies held him against his chest while the other two lifted his legs and held them in place.

"Let go of me!" he hissed and the intruders just laughed.

"You can't even get this into your puny head?" Bellamy spat venomously. "You are nothing! You are an object to be used; the captain doesn't care about you! He doesn't care about anyone of his slaves. You are merchandise!" Tristan felt his eyes well up with tears as the three of them mocked his being. The two of them started undressing his pants. „The captain has had tons of personal slaves, though he may prefer you at the moment, you are nothing special! He couldn't give to shits about whether or not we rape you to death!"

Tristan screamed as the brand on his back ached. It burned as the reminder that all that Bellamy said was true!

He was nothing…

Rage and adrenalin fueling him, Tristan managed to rip his foot away from his captors. He spread his wings and showed two men away from himself.

"I am not nothing!" he hissed, with claws exposed he threw himself at Bellamy and scratched his face. With blood under his sharp claws he ran to the window, leaving a trail of black feathers.

He rammed himself into the window and soon felt himself falling. Shards of glass and droplets of blood surrounded him. He spread his wings and felt himself floating. He felt like he was in a trance as the wings carried him on the wind and onto the next roof. He crouched down and let himself feel the wind in his hair.

His veins still pumping blood like there was no tomorrow he looked back up to the window and saw the three men looking down. The streets were littered with people and if they would say anything it would be held against them. Every single person here knew just who was in charge. Tristan stood up on the rooftop and started walking. His wings cached the air underneath them and allowed him to glide away. And with a few jumps into the air he managed to bat the wings. And In a few more times, he was flying.

Tristan felt different. There was something about his being that he just knew was different but he didn't care anymore. He was flying.

For a moment, he was free.

And his wings would lead him to the grave yard.

Heeeyy!

Guess who emerged from the depths once again?

This guy!

Life and the universe got in the way of me being able to write at all. I had this one on my person for a long ass time and never did anything with it. but yeah… I think I know where I was going with this. Anyways.

Lets all groan in unison of the idiot who is two years late to the party. *jazzhands*