Rosinante
The darkness was like the tide of a great wave, overwhelming Rosinante. He slowly reached out his hand until he touched the wall, then stroked his other hand over his chest, trying to stay calm.
The thick thread isolates all light and sound from outside. He couldn't see his own hand and the sound he made was blocked and reverberated in this nothingness.
The sheer darkness reminded him of that miserable firelight night many years ago. As a kind and sweet child, he has never done anything bad to deserve all those hate of those angry people. He is a Tenrybito, but his family has been trying to redeem from all those sins that their family has been committing all those centuries.
So... Why do they have to go through this? Why are they taking out their hate and anger on innocent people who are just trying to try to make things the way they should be?
He couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear people's curses and feel their anger, just like the sea of fire under his feet, greedily pulling out the flames, trying to burn everything down.
A sharp arrow pierced the air and, with the sound of howling wind, stuck directly into the stone wall next to his ear. There was no scar on his body from the arrow, the slight crackling sound of the stone wall became extremely clear and slow in his ears. With a sound, he twisted his body desperately trying to get rid of the ropes that bound him.
For the first time, Rosinante experienced the sensation of being about to be killed. The cold iron tools, as well as the various bruises on his body that were struck to blows bruises and the sticky smell of blood intertwined.
The scariest scene from his childhood nightmare.
-Rosinante... Calm down... You have to focus on finding a way to get out of here...-
Donquixote Rosinante is a somewhat nostalgic person, but he is rarely willing to talk about his past. This led to the fact that even Sengoku, who knew his identity as Tenryubito, didn't know Rosinante had an older brother until he was twenty-two years old when he saw Doflamingo's wanted poster for the first time.
-Isn't he similar to your son Rosinante?- Garp finished eating, pinched his nostrils and commented calmly.
With just one look, Rosinante easily recognized his brother's face.
-Doflamingo, the young master of the Donquixote family, the pirates that have recently emerged in North Blue, already have a weak intention to dominate the North Sea.-
-I heard some of the things he did and they were actually too cruel.- Rosinante paused.- He's my biological brother.-
-He is such an extremely cruel person. We heard that he was selling weapons and ammunition in various places, but we haven't obtained any evidence.- Sengoku, who had already guessed the result, had a straight face.- You seem to care a lot about everything. Be careful, we tried to get people from the Marine Headquarter to sneak in once before, but there has been no news since then...-
-Leave this task to me.- Rosinante picked up the wanted poster.
-Are you serious? Even if you are his younger brother, so many years have passed. It's not easy to earn his trust. If you want to enter the Donquixote family as an undercover agent, all the Marine lists will erase all your information. Even if you die in the line of duty, your name will never appear as a Marine. Doesn't it matter if all you play is a vile and ugly pirate in the end?-
-It doesn't matter.- Rosinante looked through the window.- I know him well, so he's more suitable for me to go. If there is someone in this world who can stop him, it is probably the only one who is related to him by blood.-
He knew that Doflamingo seemed to come from the darkest abyss, conceived by the Holy Land Mary Geoise, stained with all the darkness in the world.
He is a monster.
Doflamingo stood on the second floor balcony and saw Rosinian in the drizzle who didn't open an umbrella and covered most of his face with a red hood. At that time, the blond young man who had cut off all contact with the world was alone in the empty garbage mountain, his soft bangs softly covering his eyes and his tall and slender figure looked thin in the alienated rain.
Doflamingo easily thought of the little boy who was once washed ashore alone many years ago.
He still protects Rosinante as before, he will be furious that others hurt Rosinante, so he will destroy the whole pirate group of the other party and he will also feel at peace because of the softness that Rosinante inadvertently reveals.
He appears to be the young master of the Donquixote family in Mary Geoise. Although he has always been a "god" who claims to be aloof, he still has a "human" side.
The same older brother who promised to protect him from everyone who dares to hurt him.
Rosinante suddenly remembered why he wanted to stop Doflamingo. He opened his eyes, left all emotions behind and began to hit the wall in front of him recklessly.
It wasn't entirely because he wanted to prevent Doflamingo from hurting more people. It's just because that's the brother he loved so much since childhood.
He doesn't want to see Doflamingo, who has been playing the role of a good brother, go into the abyss of crime and evil. Scenes from the past began to replay before his eyes.
Doflamingo patiently coaxing him to sleep as a child and protect him from those angry town people with his own little body to Doflamingo as an adult, pressuring his clumsy younger brother to personally apply the medicine on his wound. They have been apart much longer than they have been together, although a certain feeling in the depths of his heart has become indifferent, the chains of blood will never be broken.
If there is anyone in this world who can save Doflamingo, it will still be Donquixote Rosinante.