She awoke to the bright morning sun glittering through the cracks in the curtains. Her body felt like it had been hit by a bus. Everything ached, even her sense of reality. She crawled out of the bed and went to the wardrobe. Finding one of his oversized shirts, she slipped it on to cover her bare skin. She heard the sound of quiet breathing. She glanced over to the corner of the room which was still immersed in darkness and could make out the silhouette of Doflamingo sleeping in the chair, his head being held up by a fist, his elbow resting on the chairs arm. She tip-toed over to him. She stood there directly in front of him, staring. She wanted to kill him, but he looked so peaceful. His sleeping face was relaxed, no creepy smile and no sign of anger. She thought to herself, 'I wish he could be like this all the time'. She walked over to the door and picked up his feathery pink coat from where it fell last night. Taking it in her hands, she draped it over the sleeping mans figure.

"How am I supposed to hate you when you look like this?" She wandered out of the room to find her own. When she did, she slipped on a light blue dress which matched her eyes perfectly, and complemented her white hair. She left her room and found the library. It was 5:15 am and the light that woke her up was the first light of the day. She decided she'd do some reading to pass the time before breakfast was served.

˜THREE HOURS LATER˜

The bird outside were singing cheerfully, their sound was enough to wake Doflamingo from his deep sleep. He got out of the chair without realising his coat was covering him and looked over to the bed. It was empty.

"Ha, should have figured she'd leave after that." He dragged himself into the bathroom and showered, slipped on some fresh cloths and waddled into the hallway. He was greeted by one of the maids.

"Ah, Young Master, I was just coming to find you… Breakfast is served." He glanced down at her and nodded his head in reply. He went to head for the dining room when the maid again caught his attention.

"Young Master. Would you like me to collect the young lady that has been staying with you, and bring her to the dining room for breakfast as well?"

He looked at her in sheer disbelief. "The young lady?" H questioned assuming that she meant someone else.

"Ah yes, I believe her name is Kaiyan." He walked up to her and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

"She's still here?" She looked at him inquisitively, obviously oblivious as to what happened the night before.

"Yes, of course. She's been tucked away in the library all morning reading history books."

That evil grin of his cracked across his face as he realised his grand adventure wasn't over yet!

"That's fine. I'll go get her myself." With those last words he strode off, regaining all of his enthusiasm and back to his usual self.

He pushed open the door to the library and pranced inside. Yes, pranced. His childish joy was overflowing. He spotted her on the window couch, her nose tucked into some book, three times thicker than the bible. He skipped over to her, his black shoes quietly tapping against the floor as he went. It wasn't until he was towering next to her, with his head peeping down to see what she was reading, that she noticed him. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of him. She could have sworn two seconds ago the library was empty.

"Sooooo. Still here ha." With two fingers he took the book from her hands and threw it to the floor to make sure, he was the only thing she could focus on. "I knew you had a thing for me. Only a masochist or a woman in love would stay after that… And I don't see you as a masochist."

She looked up at him; clearly pissed that he nicked her book. "Well your wrong. As it turns out I am a masochist." She curled her legs up, giving him a place to sit on the window couch, which he gladly took.

"Oh? I think you like me and you just don't want to admit it." He ruffled the feathers of his pink coat, bringing it up to cover the end of his nose where he proceeded to shoot her coy looks. It was adorable.

"Of course you'd think that. According to you there's no one in this world who can resist your charms." She stood and flattened out the wrinkles in her dress.

"And it seems I'm right. Ah, but I didn't come here to gloat about my victory. Breakfast is served. I'm here to ask if you'd care to join me?" He stood up with an outstretched arm, offering it to her like a gentleman would.

She scoffed and walked off, heading for the door, "I'd love some brekkie."

"Fufufufu." He quietly followed behind her, all the way to the dining hall.