Corazon Week 2016

Title: Snow
Rating: T
Fandom: One Piece
Summary: Corazon hated snow.
Warnings: Possible OOCness

The time playing with snow that he remembered furthest back was when he was three years old. His family were still Celestial Dragons at that time, living in Mariejois. His older brother had been five years old. The two had been playing in the snow happily together, tossing them around, making snow angels, and rolling them into large spheres.

Rocinante was constantly slipping on the ice and snow, but his brother always helped him up. By the end of the day, Rocinante had a cold. It was horrible! He had to stay in bed for a few days, only getting up to use the bathroom. He had a pounding headache, a fever of 101 degrees Fahrenheit, and one nostril with a stuffy nose while the other nostril was a runny nose! His throat was hurting and his voice was hoarse!

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Rocinante was only six years old. People were after them, even in the current snowstorm. The villagers hated Celestial Dragons that much. They wanted revenge. All four family members were huddled together in a corner of the small shack. Rocinante's and Doflamingo's mother was already sick enough in her current condition. The weather decided to make it worse.

Through the cracks of the walls, snow made its way in accompanied by loud howling gusts of wind. Rocinante shivered and the family tried to huddle closer together to preserve body heat. But did this little to nothing at all. It was still freezing cold. It would be like that for at least the next couple days, maybe a few weeks.

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Rocinante was eight years old and had been adopted by a Marine admiral, Sengoku the Buddha. Rocinante was sitting on a chair in his adopted father's office while Sengoku finished up some paperwork. The boy had been given a cup of hot chocolate to warm him up. Unfortunately, he didn't let it cool down and ended up spitting the drink out.

A few seconds later, one of the walls were destroyed and a vice admiral stood there with a grin. "Garp!" Sengoku roared. "Can't you just enter through the door like a normal person!?"

"No way, that's too boring!" Garp laughed. He then noticed Rocinante. "Didn't know you had a son. Who'd you knock up?"

Sengoku was now bright red. "I didn't get anyone pregnant!"

"It's time for training, brat!" Garp grabbed hold of Rocinante.

"Uh—" Rocinante was tossed through the hole in the wall and into the snowing outdoors. "SENGOKU-SAN!"

"DAMN IT GARP!" Sengoku snapped. "HE'S ONLY EIGHT!"

"Bwahaha!" Garp grinned. "This'll make him a strong Marine! When I was eight I was already the ruler of the animals on Dawn Island!"

Garp had thrown the poor boy so far that it took a while for Sengoku to find the half-frozen child. Rocinante had to be hospitalized for severe hypothermia but he luckily kept all of his limbs. During the time Rocinante was in the med bay, Sengoku wouldn't let Garp eat any donuts. Garp whined and pouted for weeks.

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When he joined his brother's crew, they had met on a winter island. Rocinante had to pretend to be part of a shipwreck and the only survivor. His clothes were thin, ragged, and torn, worsening how he felt against the snow. He was pretty sure he would've froze to death if Doffy hadn't accepted him into his crew.

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Now here he lay, in the snow. The white beneath him was slowly turning from pink to a deep crimson. He just wanted to let go and fall into forever slumber. But he couldn't, not yet. He withstood as snow piled up on top of him. 'You are now free, Law!' With that last thought, his eyes closed.

By the time the Marines found him, his body had been mostly buried in the snow. He had died in a weather he hated, but still he died with a smile.