"Go on," Doflamingo prompted her, "eat it."
Monet hesitated. She didn't know what it was. Nor did she know if it would be beneficial to her. In the Grand Line, Devil Fruit users swarmed the seas. Monet had heard countless stories of magnificent and powerful beings, and just as many of poor souls that sold their ability to swim for a useless ability. She did not want to take the chance. But Doflamingo insisted.
"It's Logia. How bad could it be?"
Monet snorted. Says the Puppet Master, who had the ability to control the masses with a flick of his wrist. What if she ended up with something horrid? How awful would it be to trail around slime for the rest of her life, or something like that? No, she'd rather die.
Doflamingo slammed his hand on the table.
"I said. Eat It."
Monet winced. She really didn't have a choice, did she? She picked up the fruit, which ressembled a large, mutated lychee nut. She cracked open the shell, and gave Doflamingo a glance. He was looking at her harshly, with a raised eyebrow. She shied away and looked at the fruit. It was an unnaturally pale blue. Monet felt sick. She raised the fruit to her mouth, and bit off a piece tentatively. The texture was actually quite pleasant. Soft, fleshy and juicy. But the taste. Monet gagged. To put it simply, it tasted like shit. Which, Monet had never tasted before, but she imagined it tasted like this fruit. She was very, very tempted to spit it out on the spot. But Doflamingo was watching her.
So she swallowed, and immediately felt faint. She dropped to the ground, holding herself.
"It worked," she gurgled, "I hope you're happy."
Doflamingo chuckled.
"We'll see what happens soon enough. I'll leave you be, then?"
He exited the room leaving Monet to writhe uncomfortably on her bed. She felt as if every cell in her body was being rearranged. It burned, and burned, and burned until it all came to a complete stop. The opposite of burning, she felt cold. Had she always been so cold? She couldn't remember. The tips of her fingers were the same blue as the fruit, and was spreading up her hand. She got up quickly, and looked in the mirror. Her lips were blue as well, and she herself was pale as…
"Snow," she gasped, dissolving into icy crystals. It was a bizarre thing to be snow. She felt airy, and light. She had no eyes, nor a mouth, nor any distinguishable features. But she could still sense everything in the room.
She gusted the pile of snow that was herslef towards the window. She materialized suddenly, and heard the couch creak suddenly under her weight. Looking at her body, she could see that only patches of her were there. Thick, packed layers of snow replaced spanses of skin and muscle. She poked at the skin around the spots, and poked at the snow itself. The layers crumbled, and left a hole in her thigh. She panicked, and jumped backwards off the couch. She landed in a pile, and dissolved once more into snow. This was getting frustrating. She had no way of controlling this power. But, she was thankful. It wasn't too troublesome, other than the fact that she may never be able to go to the beach again. But she wasn't too fond of the sand anyways…
'Get a grip' she thought to herself. She sensed Trebol sliming into the room. 'Gross,' she moaned inaudibly.
"Hey, hey, Monet?" he whined, looking around and noticing the snow. "Hey, hey is that you?"
Monet forced herself to move around, trying to indicate that yes, the random pile of snow was sentient. Trebol laughed at her antics, and Monet subsequently stopped, figuring that the officer had worked it out.
"Right then, Doffy told me that I have to teach you how to control your new power."
'And who exactly made you the expert on Logia Devil Fruits?!' Monet thought. The man could be mistaken for Logia, but he had certain limitations. In any case, he certainly wasn't qualified for this job.
"Hey, hey, how about you get out of your elemental state?"
'I would if I knew how,' Monet thought, disgruntled.
"Hey, hey you probably don't know how, huh?" Trebol mused, dripping all over the floor.
'Right, and you do? Oh for Kami's sake, not the carpet!' Monet thought frantically, 'Please don't drip on the—' Her thoughts were cut off by a large glob of slime, landing directly on her treasured Alabastian Rug. Monet wisped around Trebol angrily, fluttering in his eyes to annoy him. That disgusting stuff would take her forever to get out!
"Hey, hey, stop that!" Trebol whined, swatting at her. "I'll tell you how to get back to your solid form, so just stop that already!"
Monet retreated to her bed, clumping herself together in a pile. So the Paramecia did know that much. Well, she'd listen. For now.
"Right then, imagine your physical body. Hey, hey are you doing it yet?"
Monet could not wait to kick the annoying bastard's ass as soon as she was out of this form. She shook the snow pile up and down, indicating that yes, she was picturing herself.
"Now focus on your eyes. Look into them until your vision goes black. When you see light, you should be back in your original form."
Trebol was surprisingly helpful. Monet stared into her own amber eyes, losing herself dizzily. When white light shined through, she awoke, and noticed all her senses had returned. She looked at her hands, twisting them about. She got up and walked towards her mirror. As far as she could see, there were no patches…
"Hey, hey did it work?" Trebol asked. Monet bit back a sarcastic reply.
"Yes, it did. Thank you for your assistance."
"Hey, you're welcome! Anytime!"
Monet smiled. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as she—Plop!
She stared at her carpet. Another glob had seeped into the rug. Trebol looked down hastily, and slimed out of the room as quickly as he could.
"GET OVER HERE, SLIMEBALL" she screeched, "I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU!"
A.N.: I'm kind of in love with this one. I've always wondered what it would be like to eat a Devil Fruit. Would you guys do it if you had the chance? Monet's fun to work with it. She's deeply analytical and intellectual. I can imagine her having a hard time deciding if she wanted to take a chance with a Devil Fruit or not. Well, I hope you enjoyed! Reviews, Favourites, Subscriptions, Reader Birthdays, and Requests are welcomed and much appreciated! I'll see you tomorrow for Hannayabal!