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　this had to be some sick joke. 

the day rosinante arrived back to spider miles after an extensive away mission, doflamingo did something he never did: greeted him at the docks. he was more manic than usual that day, pushing him down the road and hinting at some ‘present’ back at base.

it was surprising; the two had a fight shortly before rosinante left–a disagreement over something he no longer remembered, but what he did remember was the way his brother’s teeth gnashed & veins flared on his forehead. getting him that angry generally never led to anything good, so he was relieved to have left when he did. surely he calmed down by now? 

he had not calmed down. walking into the base, rosinante was met with a sight worse than yet another runaway child on their doorstep: a slave presented with a flourish, reminiscent of sengoku bringing home yet another animal in need. thankfully, the universe decided at that moment for his ankle to give out and send him on his back, because otherwise he would have choked his brother out right there.   

doflamingo knew very well how much rosinante detested keeping slaves. even as a child back in the holy land, he knew there was something wrong with how they were treated. it didn’t quite register as ‘guilt’ yet, but it was uncomfortable–even more so when he was reprimanded by his aunts & uncles for showing them basic kindness.

ah, that was doflamingo’s game, then. he already had his ‘family’ that were at his every beck & call–what else did he need a slave girl for other than to antagonize him specifically?

doflamingo did extend his brother one kindness, though: he essentially made the woman his problem, tasking him with ensuring she was fed and bathed. it meant he had to start limiting the time away from base since he couldn’t trust half of the men to be alone with her–but it was a better outcome than the woman being at doflamingo’s mercy, at least. at least he got some control over how she was treated.

on today’s tray of food he prepared–some leftover rice & greens–he pre-wrote out a message on a slip of loose paper, compensating for his occupied hands:

     　【 i can’t speak. sorry for the inconvenience. 】

@code01746 ~plotted starter~

It was a cruel twist of fate that the blonde was at the wrong place at the wrong time. She had come across the Donquixote pirates when they were attacking a town she was staying in. The female tried to get away, but she got caught up in the crowd. Somehow, the boss of the family was a former Celestial Dragon, so when he learned about her being a former slave due to the Hoof of the Flying Dragon on her back, he was delighted with glee to own her.

Stella was sitting outside with a collar around her neck as she was waiting for someone to bring her some food. The blonde had been here for a little over a week and did her best to endure everything. The children would come to look at her in her cage or she would be allowed outside at times chained up like a pet. Currently, she felt as if she was being forgotten which was fine with her. The woman was trying to bide her time until the chance to escape came. Noticing a new face coming with a tray of food, the female gave him a warm smile happy to be getting a meal even if it was stale bread and watered-down soup.

"Thank you very much, Sir." Stella was learning about all the different members of this crew and knowing what she could say about them. The head boss was named Doflamingo who had a god complex due to him being a fallen Celestial Dragon, but in the end, he was just the same as them. Still, it would take time. She endured a hellish nightmare for two years until she was left for dead, but in the end, she survived which she was going to do again.

　　the sight of a message being scrawled in dirt filled him with a strange relief. it immediately confirmed two things for him: one, she could read and, two, she could write. that was the ideal, considering his (currently) limited ways of communicating.

he wondered if doflamingo knew that she knew? not because it would necessarily make him angry that she could read & write (knowing his brother, he would honestly prefer someone who could read instructions or write notes for him) but because the idea of pairing his assumedly mute brother who communicates via writing with someone who couldn't readーand therefore couldn't understand himーsounds like something just screwed up enough for him to do. a perfect monkey's paw scenario.

he nodded enthusiastically in response to her question, deciding to sit level on the floor with her out of fear that his gangling, nine-foot-seven frame would be intimidating. though, he supposed suddenly being eye level with one of the men who were keeping you captive was probably also intimidating, but he was going to have to sit there and wait until she was done so he could collect the tray anyway. might as well sit down. it also allowed him to reach for his notebook again, using his knee as a surface to hold it in place while he wrote:

　【 i'm not deaf, if you're worried i can't understand you. speaking is okay. if you want. no pressure. 】

The blonde watched the taller male as she sat on the ground and noticed that this meal looked different than previous meals that were brought by the kids. Blinking as the food smelled warm and fresh, blue hues located the note on the tray. Stella was lucky to have been taught to read by the doctor who had come across her body. Even if she was a slave, she was tossed aside and left to die which the old doctor could not leave her to die. So the older female took the young lady in to heal her which took years. The wounds on her body took about a year, but the mental and emotional wounds took even longer. During that time she was even taught how to read and write.

The former slave did not attempt to reach out and grab the food even when the tray was placed down within her reach. A trick she learned from her first master if the woman tried to take the food without permission she either got punished or the food was wasted. Biting her lower lip, Stella could feel the saliva coming up as her stomach growled at the scent of the hot food. Everything was exposed from the fresh bruises she received from the kids this morning to the wounds that were healing over a week ago she got from a male covered in pink.

The blonde slowly extended her hand to write on the dirt 'Is it okay for me to eat? Do I have your permission?' Most slaves didn't know how to write or read as their masters believed them to be lesser than animals. So her writing was not good, but she did hope that the other blonde might be able to understand her questions even with some spelling mistakes. Slowly, she curled her hands back underneath her legs were brought up to her chest as she sat in a ball.

Stella was just hoping the other would not be upset that she wrote and had not spoken to him because she wasn't sure if he could read lips or not. So she was trying her best to communicate with each other before the two kids would come again to play with her again as they came at the same time every day without fail.

　【 they won't. those two know better than to bother me. 】

　 most of the time, anyway. when other 'family' members were around, baby 5 and buffalo were usually emboldened enough to approach or pester rosinante. not because the other members offered them protection (no one could harm or question doflamingo's 'dearest little brother', after all), but because the others found their antics funny enough to encourage. trebol and diamante especially. assholes.

however, when he was the only executive in their vicinity, the kids tended to steer clear of him unless reporting on official business. he didn't know if he preferred it that way or not just yet; it made it harder to keep an eye on the kids to ensure they didn't get into too much trouble, but at the same time, he caused them a fair bit of trouble himself with the way he tried scaring them off at every opportunity.

at least it was nice to have a couple less people around trying to cause him to slip or putting things into his drinks they know will trigger his hypersensitive gag reflex.

　　　　　【 did they do something to you? 】

The female slowly nodded as she watched his head before slowly reaching to grab the silverware to eat her food. As the flavors hit her tongue a soft moan escaped her lips as she was happy to have a hot meal. However, the blonde was careful not to eat too much at once, or else she would be sick to her stomach a lesson she learned years ago. Licking her lips, Stella glanced over at the male as he got even closer to her and sat down nearby. He was very tall compared to her 5'5 height. Still, she assumed he might be a kind person as he had not hit her or spilled the food on her, but she needed to be careful as he could be faking it.

As he wrote in a notebook about not being deaf a soft sigh escaped her lips as she could easily just speak without having to write a lot. The former slave did not mind writing, but the ground was very hard and there was only so much soft dirt that could be moved around without hurting herself. Smiling at him as she quickly finished her meal she nodded her head with gratitude as it had been days since she was given anything. "Thank you, but you might want to leave soon before the kids come."

The woman had no clue if the male was even supposed to be there, especially with the good meal he had provided. She knew the young girl and a tubby boy would be coming soon like they had every day so far this week and she did not want him to get caught.

　　　【 i'll take care of them. 】

　rosinante cracked his knuckles, as if to emphasize the point.

the way he had been treating the children who had come knocking on doflamingo's door up to this point had been well-intentioned, but unfairーhe realized that. they were simply in the wrong place in the wrong time, and rosinante wanted them gone by any means necessary. but they really didn't deserve most of the shit he gave them.

oh, but this? this was deserved. he'd kick their ass, and the ass of whatever family member put this idea of a 'game' in their head. he supposed that was the one good thing about being in doflamingo's gangーhe had more authority to do as he liked and really only had to answer to doflamingo himself rather than the other executives. plus, he was mostly immune to retaliation.

　　【 i can't control what the other executives do, but anyone below them has to listen to what i say. 】

so long as his brother doesn't overrule him, that is. though, he rarely had a reason to.

The female waited to see what his response would be and she sighed softly with relief that he would not get in trouble for being here or being so nice to her. Still, his next statement took her by surprise and she reread the words a couple more times to make sure she was not dreaming. It was rare to find someone kind, but she still wanted to be careful not to get too hopeful as she did not know him. Slowly standing up, the female revealed her body in full view to him.

Her arms and legs were covered in bruises and small cuts from the items that Baby 5 and Bluffo had thrown at her previously from rocks and glass to sharp metal. She assumed they thought it was a game to see who could cause the most bruises on her skin or get her to bleed first. At first, the former slave did her best hiding and trying to dodge, but they were even more determined and ruthless if she just took everything with a smile. Throughout the week the time they spent harassing her had lessened, but they had not gotten bored yet.

"They just like to play a little rough with me." Stella's voice was soft as she was trying to make it appear not as bad as it truly was. However, if he actually took a moment to look at their surroundings he would see everything that had accumulated from the week as the ground was covered in broken glass and sharp objects that were shattered.

@onepiecc said: ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ / [𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒]

　　　【 i wasn't planning on leaving. 】

　rosinante had left briefly to go check the perimeter of their baseーan essential daily routine for an organization like the donquixote pirates, who always had to be up & ready to move at the first sign of trouble.

though, the spy did always find it strange it was a task he was assigned at all; with his 'muteness', it wasn't as if he could warn the other family members of encroaching danger if he was father away from themーneeding to write and, on occasion, use the short list of hand signs he knew to communicate nearly everythingーand if someone was accompanying him on patrol, then there really was no need for him to be there at all. he supposed doflamingo just wanted him busy with something, no matter how small.

he returned ten minutes later after another uneventful sweep of the area, sitting across from her and doing his best to drop the 'scary & aloof' act he put up with other family members, smiling more warmly now.

　　　　　【 i'll stay as long as you want me to. 】

　faced with such genuine protesting, rosinante started to backtrack so quickly, he surprised even himself. giolla, in particular, had been furious with him in the past for shot putting children off the deck of the numancia and into the ocean (with the knowledge they were decent swimmers, of course) yet all she got in return with an indifference stare & shrug.

rosinante didn't blame giolla for yelling; he recognized his behavior was awful and was prepared he'd have to reckon with whatever deity was out there for it someday. but, the way rosinante saw it, it was either force them out of the gang now, or they'd meet an even more gruesome fate in the future once doflamingo had fully molded their minds to his liking.

(though, there was something ironic about a criminal like her caring about the safety of young lives when she has certainly taken more than a handful herself, but that was beside the point.)

but this was someone who was in no position to be concerned, being concerned. the gesture twisted his stomach & amplified his feelings of guilt that he often tried to tamper down by thinking of 'the greater good'.

　【 okay. okay. i understand. i'll season their favorite candies with pepper. how's that sound? they need to be reprimanded somehow, it's unacceptable to do this. 】

Watching the male write that he would take care of the kids, her heart skipped a beat in fear of what he could have meant by that. Finally the other cracked his knuckles to indicate what he meant by that statement panic and fear kicked in. Even though the kids were brats, Stella held no ill will towards them nor wished for them to be beaten. Her mind did not even register what he wrote down next as she was in a full panic attack.

The female's whole body was trembling badly as tears streamed down her cheeks as memories from her time with a Celestial Dragon came rushing back. She remembered how the children slaves were treated and it broke her heart as no child deserved to be beaten. Her body moved forward on its own closer to the other. Her feet knocked over the tray of food and the collar around her neck pulled her backwards from the sudden movement.

Falling to her knees, she quickly bowed on the ground to beg and plead with the male to take everything out on her instead. "P-please do-don't hurt the children!" Her whole body sobbed as she continued to beg him. "P-please no child deserves to be hurt. If you have to hit someone please just take it out on me instead. Just don't ha-harm them!" Whimpers left her throat as her vision was cloudy from her tears as the memories were engraved in her mind.