Duval was quite happy with his face. It had never bothered him. It was a good face! It wasn't particularly attractive, but that didn't matter too much. A mafia member didn't need to be good-looking. The money alone would've be enough to attract women from all over. Well, that is, if Duval had made any money. Terrorising little villages had been amusing, but they rarely made enough money as a whole for Duval to even bother holding its well-being at ransom. Duval made a living though. And would've been content to just be a small town gangster for the rest of his life. If not for him. Black-Leg Sanji. The most elusive member of the Straw Hat Pirates. So elusive in fact, that he'd evaded marine cameras well enough to the point where the Navy had to draw him a bounty photo. And just so happens, Duval's face quite resembled the photo. From then on, his nice little life was ruined. Bounty hunters, pirates, and marines alike would chase after him day and night. He'd had to get an iron mask for heaven's sake! Just so he could cover his face and have a few moment's respite before running to a new village in search for shelter. So, of course, he did the natural thing and swore revenge on this 'Black-Leg Sanji'. When he finally met the man who'd ruined his life, he was shocked to find that the Straw Hat was just as distraught over the photo as he was. The man became infuriated, and had attacked Duval. But, when he recovered, he didn't discover horrid injuries, oh no. He discovered… Beauty. Unlike he'd ever seen before. He was a vision of symmetry. He was… Magnificent in every way. He spent hours looking in the mirror, contemplating his good looks. As a child, he had always despised the vain Narcissus from folk tales. He'd thought the man was a fool, and deeply shallow. But now… Now he understood. He understood how beauty could affect someone so greatly. He'd been given a great gift. And so the Black-Leg became his idol, whom he swore he would do anything for. Some might call him crazy, but Duval repayed his debts. When Black-Leg went missing, Duval had protected his boat with all his might. It had been a rough two years, but nothing compared to how Rosy the rest of his life would be thanks to the Black-Leg.
A.N.: I know, I know. I usually write situational for my solo birthdays, but I felt like treating myself. I hadn't written a reflectional in so long, and I really missed it. It's usually not too well-received, which is why I keep it to a minimum, but I felt like writing for myself this time. So, I hope you enjoyed, and even if you didn't, don't worry. The next one will be a situational featuring our favourite magma bastard. Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, Reader Birthdays, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated! I'll see you guys on the the 16th for Sakazuki A.K.A. Akainu!