Dressrosa (6)
-Rosi, this brat is impotent. Even so, do you still want to protect him and hope that he will fight and defeat me?-
Rosinante stayed where he was, his face pale and his palms slightly sweaty, but it was as if a high wall blocked Doflamingo's view of what was behind him. Rosinante looked at the familiar face looming in front of him, but it was tinged with bloodthirsty madness. He closed his eyes and sighed.
At this moment of life and death, he remembered that many years ago, when he was younger, Doflamingo was always patient and caring for him. He was the perfect older brother who always cares for him. It does not matter if it is about holding the little brother who fell accidentally or giving him the medicine with patience and delicacy when he is sick. Doflamingo will always be Doflamingo...
Rosinante approached Doflamingo with slow and sure steps. The taller blonde didn't move, he just kept his gaze fixed on the shorter blonde. Some threads approached Rosinante's neck threateningly and he was about to touch it when suddenly Doflamingo was surprised by arms surrounding his neck.
-Brother... I just want to go home with you...-
So many years have passed and this is the first time that Rosinante has personally called Doflamingo this title.
His voice was very soft, like a sigh, as long as the wind blew, it would dissipate into the air, he did not carry the uncomfortable sound waves, but carried another very strange magical power.
Doflamingo's hand that manipulated the five-colored thread stopped near Rosinante's throat. The thread harder than steel would cut his skin and arteries, spattering blood everywhere if he just move one millimeter.
But that's all.
Doflamingo's hand was firmly in the air and never moved forward.
He just stared at Rosinante so intently and his eyes under the sunglasses suddenly became distant and familiar. Slowly it began to fill with a transparent liquid and his heart burned.
Rosinante had always said that he wanted to stop all his plans after smashing his face in with him. This younger brother, who grew up under his protection, never said that he wanted to be with his older brother after that day.
After... He killed their father.
It is at that moment that Doflamigo realized why he never did...
He is a monster...
And Rosi is scared of him...
He is the brother who killed their father and left him alone.
Doflamingo, whose violent side was inspired by the so-called "family members", he always loved Rosinante. He is the younger brother he swore to protect from the first time he saw a wound on his body when the other Tenryubito children messed with him.
In this world, the only one who truly understands Doflamingo is Rosinante.
So he hesitated.
In just this brief second, Luffy, who was guarded by Rosinante, slowly opened his black eyes.
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Everyone hoped that Luffy would be able to defeat Doflamingo, but no one really thought that he would actually succeed. Everyone runs to the boy who was lying on the ground panting, and tossed him high, cheering their hearts out.
The gentle wind blew the white clouds over Dressrosa and golden sunlight poured down, fine dust permeating every light and shadow. Doflamingo's sunglasses had already shattered, his eyes were closed and there were faint blood stains on his face.
Rosinante stood near Doflamingo's head, using his own shadow to cover him from the sun. He thought about what he would say in this situation and nothing came to his mind. He always wanted to stop his brother's madness, but he never thought he would make it.
Rosinante sat on the ground and put his older brother's head on his lap. He picked up the sunglasses and placed them between Doflamingo's fingers.
He caresses Doflamingo's blond hair, which is so similar and yet so different from his own.
Everyone expected that this heinous man would be imprisoned in the deep sea prison and spend his life in the lowest cell in the city. In this world, the only person who still cares about him is this brother that Doflamingo loves from the bottom of his heart, but once wanted to kill and killed in so many parallel worlds.
Rosinante gently caressed the wrinkles that Doflamingo had at the corner of his eyes. He was no longer young and those wrinkles indicate his age.
How many years do they really have left?
Rosinante doesn't think they can ever have another 13 years to waste like this.
But still... Doflamingo has to pay for his sin.
As much as it hurts him to have to see Doflamingo behind bars.
It is the right thing to do.
This is fair, for what he put an entire country through.
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In his dream, he had everything he wanted. His gentle and kind mother, his younger brother who would always follows him everywhere, his status as Tenryubito. The beautiful baroque mansion is covered with exquisite murals and a small red clay stove burns in the study, which also makes the velvet carpet a unique golden-red color of the flames.
Doflamingo tried to reach out to touch the image in front of him, but the flame in the fireplace seemed frightened and suddenly coiled up, meandering like the most flexible snake and caught Doflamingo's eye.
In the void, he only grabbed a handful of the final sand that had burned into illusion, however, he found that the more he clenched his fingers, the more finely the sand flowed between his fingers like water.
He lost something.
He saw Rosinante standing in the distance with a sad look and blood staining his shirt with an extremely sad meaning.
He suddenly felt very cold, his heart ached terribly and he was so uncomfortable that he almost screamed, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound. He covered his head and slowly squatted down, curling into a ball and burying his face firmly on his knees.
When he opened his eyes, he could only see his warm smile.
-I am really sorry... Rosi... I'm a horrible brother...-
-It's okay... I forgive you.-
Doflamingo closed his eyes again, with a smile full of peace.