I would like to point out this was an earlier piece, and my writing quality isn't the main focus of this one; I wrote it completely for fun, and that's probably why it got so long and stretched to three parts. One last thing, this short, the phoenix estate is a crack story if anything. This type of story is very different from what I usually write I guess.
Characters : Law, Robin, Do flamingo, Crocodile
DISCLAIMER: THIS GOES FOR ALL CHAPTERS OF THIS FANFICTION STORY, ONE PIECE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IT BELONGS TO EIICHIRO ODA. I SIMPLY ENJOY WRITING WITH HIS CHARACTERS SOMETIMES.
THE PHEONIX ESTATE- part 1
The Phoenix Estate. A castle purely made of money and perhaps gold. Mr. Edward, otherwise known in his line of business as Whitebeard, was a man at the top of the Underworld. So when he threw a party inviting other higher ups you could be sure everyone showed up in their best with smirks and plans of trouble. This estate in particular was under ownership of his right hand man Marco. Outside various shades of blue brick made up the walls but indoors the house lit up in a golden sheen. The wall it seemed was lined with a reflective glossy substance that was almost mirror like. That or the mansion was truly made of gold, nobody could tell when it came to whitebeard and his men. That man was unpredictable. Sitting at some tables near the winding stair case in the center of the room were the two most feared men in the room beside Marco himself. On one end, dressed in a dark green dress shirt, deep purple tie and various stone rings sat Sir Crocodile. A black fedora was perched atop his slicked back purple hair, and two large cigars hung loosely between his teeth. His glare was fixated on the man a bir across from him. Jeering back at the man with a painful looking smirk was a man in a black suit and a bright pink tie. Purple glasses of an odd shape covered his eyes and his legs were crossed over each other as he reclined back in his seat, laughing to himself before speaking.
"Fufufu….Sir Crocodile, you look DASHING. Where's your cute little subordinate?" He titled his head while his grin gained an inch as he waited for the man to bite back a retort.
With a low growl crocodile answered." Robin in elsewhere at the moment. Perhaps she's hunting down that useless punk of yours somewhere here." Crocodile grinned a bit himself, glad to have anything to say that would anger Do flamingo in even the slightest, although he knew this would just taunt the man to speak more.
Do flamingo's grin turned sinister and he laughed again as if enjoying the threat. " Your little kitten is no match for a full grown leopard." His glasses caught a glint and he leaned forward the slightest bit. This action was mimicked by crocodile who sat at least two tables away, ready to answer before he was interrupted.
Atop the steps Marco watched the guest mingle below, however catching sight of the two sitting nearby he decided to watch them for trouble. They were known to for crashing parties and causing habit whenever in the same room together and Marco being the host couldn't let their shenanigans fly. He appeared beside crocodile and politely greeted the man, handing him a glass he grudgingly took while do flamingo smirked through two rows of teeth triumphantly at them. Engaging in small talk for a minute with crocodile do flamingo seemed to grow bored and walked away for the time in search of new entertainment.
Atop the steps two pairs of eyes watched the entre exchange in amusement, each from separate sides of the stairs so as to not raise suspicion. Robin raised a white gloved hand to cover her snickering. Her hair was high in a ponytail and she wore a fading purple dress and white heels. On the other side of the grand staircase stood a smirking Law, watching from the shadows of his small black fedora as he stood in his black suit with a yellow tie. Beside him and out of view was a small mouth emerged from the woodwork on the stairs. " I don't think they had a very long chat at all. Perhaps we should encourage some more words." Law smiled and his eyes lit up, never breaking eye contact on the two below he spoke back to the ear placed beside the mouth. "Excellent idea Ms. Robin." Lifting his hand he made a room and took some of the gems lining a vase nearby clean off. Being fairly empty upstairs not many even took interest of the blue light. Law teleported the gems except a few over to robin. She then grew a pair of arms down below and tossed a few gems to them. Law had silently dropped a few gems onto the table down by crocodile whom hadn't noticed, busy admiring the details of the room. Robin used the arms to send three gems painfully at Doflamingos neck. All but one hit the man as he dodged successfully, turning around in irritation at who had the gall to do such a childish act to the Underworlds King. His eyes roamed the room and landed on the pile of jewels, then on crocodile. His grin stretched and took on an evil air as he stalked back, grabbing a couple if strawberries off a nearby waiter's tray as they sped by him, not stopping to listen to their protest. Crocodile took two direct hits to the face, much to Doflamingos pleasure. He looked up at the broker and his face turned a scarlet in irritation to match the strawberries juice, making Doflamingos cackle loudly as law burst out laughing above as well while robin chuckled.
"I think you dropped something." Do flamingo placed the jewel onto the table into the stack next to crocodile. Croc followed his hand to the pile before they narrowed in annoyance, thinking this a game or a trick the other broker had played on him to rise to his childish bait.
" You fool, I didn't throw that. Those aren't mine."
Doflamingos hand flee palm down onto the table and rattled it as his other went to his hip. He leaned down with a grin and questioned the man.
"Oh?"
Marco dove in once again apologizing and bringing over a maid to help clean and giving him a wet towel, making a swift lie on the spot saying the man responsible was somebody he'd been keeping his eye on and would punish the fool later. Crocodile just scowled and wiped his face, while Doflamingos simply looked slightly irritated. This time crocodile got up and left, leaving the man to Marco and an empty table.