Brothers: RocinantexReaderxDoflamingo: PT2

“Stupid old hag,” you said under your breath.

You passed the back of your hand across your forehead and wiped the sweat onto your apron. It was tiring work. Sitting on the floor and washing the random rooms you were sent to clean up was, anyway. You dipped the dirty rag in your hands into the pail of bubbly water at your side and started humming a tune which eventually turned into a song.

“Oh, sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale, high. Oh, sing sweet nightingale, sing-,” you stopped yourself as soon as you realized exactly what you were singing.

You had a fit and just sat there, laughing like an idiot. You had accidentally sung a song from Cinderella, one of the movies you had watched as a child. You calmed down after a while and started cleaning again, chuckling to yourself from time to time. You didn’t notice that someone had sneaked into the room through a window by the garden.

“I heard singing,” someone mused as he poked you in the shoulder.

“AH! DON’T RAPE ME!” you yelled, slapping the intruder with your rag as you tried to get away. “DAFUQ!? DOFFY, you scared the LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of me!” You stopped scooting away from him as soon as you realized it was him.

“Ouch, girlie-chan,” he laughed as he rubbed his sore cheek. “We came here to save you~”

“We?” you questioned, tilting your head to one side.

As if to answer your question, Rocinante’s head popped out from the window. “Is it clear?”

“All clear, brother!” Doflamingo stood up and waved at him.

“Shh, be quiet,” Rocinante admonished as he pulled himself up, swung one leg over the window sill and..… majestically fell down unto a pile of wooden crates which cracked underneath him.

You facepalmed and Doflamingo laughed.

The door started creaking slowly and Rocinante’s eyeballs popped out of their sockets in a panic. Doflamingo grabbed you and pulled you over to the wreckage. He dived into the wood pile and you covered the two of them in wood scraps. Just as the door fully opened you grabbed a broom and started sweeping.

“I heard something what’s going on in there?” the maid-in-charge, or old hag as you liked to call her, poked her head into the room. It was the same lady from two days ago, the one who mistook you for one of the maids and insisted you work in the palace.

You innocently looked up from your cleaning and said, “I was practicing my martial arts. I broke the crates when I did the flying kick of awesomeness.”

She stared at you for what seemed like an eternity until she slowly backed away from the room in slow creepy mode. Once she finally closed the door, you breathed a sigh of relief and started to dig them out of the wood pile.

“And you said to be quiet,” Doflamingo teased, elbowing his brother as soon as they had gotten themselves out.

“It was an accident,” Rocinante defended as he looked down at the floor.

“Clumsy, admit it,” you said, dusting off the dirt from his shoulders. “You’re such an idiot sometimes.”

“Mangoes-niisan!” a young girl called out from beyond the window Rocinante had used earlier, possibly from the garden. “Is ______-oneesama there?”

Your eyes widened upon hearing the voice. Those two couldn’t have but if Rocinante hadn’t bent his head lower or if Doflamingo’s smile hadn’t grown wider then maybe but, of course, the world decided to trip you up. Just like it always did.

“Baby!” you scrambled up the pile of wood shards, not bothering even if one of them stabbed into your leg. You looked out the window and realized it was kind of high, Rocinante and Doflamingo must’ve had a running start to get here. “Baby, what are you doing here!? Get back in the house!”

“But you’ve been gone for two days! I missed you!” she cried holding out her arms to you.

You considered it for a moment as her words went to your heart. “Baby! Sister’s gonna get you okay?” you said as you rested your stomach on the window sill.

She jumped up and down in agreement and stood on her tiptoes, reaching out for you.

You bent forward, your feet leaving the shifty pile of wood underneath you. You stretched your arms out trying to grab Baby’s small hands. You gritted your teeth and pushed your arms against the window sill, putting your body more than halfway through the window. You were now on a very dangerous angle, your body tipping dangerously forward, hips resting on the window sill. Almost there, you thought to yourself. Just a little more.

“Gotcha!” you smiled at her as you grabbed one of her hands.

Baby responded with a laugh, gripping your hand with both of hers.

You heard a chuckle from your backside. “What is it Doflamingo?”

“Nothing,” he snickered. “I just got a nice view down here~ Nice clothes, by the way~”

You silently hoped that the maid outfit the stupid old had had given you wasn’t that short.

“Pervert,” you scoffed, you were already used to his antics so you didn’t let it get to your head. That much.

Rocinante gulped and adjusted the blue kerchief he tied around his neck, face reddening.

Slowly but carefully you pulled Baby up. You hugged her tightly as she hugged you back. Laughing, she pinched your cheek and began telling you of how worried she was.

“Aw, Baby, you’re still seven but you care about other people so much already,” you teased.

“But I thought you needed me,” she said, pouting.

“Of course I do! You’re my little sister. And I’d help you especially if those two creepers just left you all alone out there,” you directed your last sentence at the two brothers.

“You know, _____,” Rocinante began. “Doflamingo and I could’ve just gotten down to get her.”

Doflamingo whined and made a face. “But the view-”

“SHADDAP!” you jumped down the wood pile and slapped his face for the second time that day.

Caressing his sore cheek, he turned to look at you. “Owie, but you know, we were supposed to bust you out of here girlie-chan.”

“Bust me out?” you questioned as you set Baby down. “But I like this place.”

The three of them gave you weird looks.

“What, it’s not that bad in here,” you claimed. “I got pay too, this free maid outfit, an awesome bed and three meals a day. All for free! Well, except for the part that I have to clean the palace daily. But there’s other maids too. And they’re all really nice.”

They raised their eyebrows at you.

“Plus, I get to see Vivi-sama every day!” you squealed, bringing your hands up to your face.

Awkward silence.

“That’s it, oneesama’s cracked,” Baby stated in a flat tone.

“I haven’t cracked yet, young woman!” you said, slapping the air next to your face comically.

“Scary!” she whined as she ran around to hide behind Doflamingo who was sitting on the floor who smiled and patted her head. “Mangoes-niisan~”

“Siding with the flamingo bastard now, eh?” you questioned her. “I thought I raised you to be a better person!”

You lunged at her and Doflamingo put his hand out. He laughed as you tried pushing against his hand with your head. Rocinante sweat-dropped.

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“So cute!” you stepped backward from your work. “Give me a turn you guys.”

“Do we have to?” Rocinante groaned.

You crossed your arms and frowned at him.

He turned around stiffly, the tight pieces of clothes chafing against his skin. Doflamingo refused to do so, looking away from you. You grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you.

“What’s wrong Doffy, don’t like your maid outfit?” you joked.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t you have anything that’s pink?”

You dropped your hand and looked at him incredulously.

Don’t you have anything that’s pink? The question repeated itself in your mind in an endless loop. You started laughing, slapping your thigh. Baby giggled and wrapped her arms around your leg in an attempt to calm herself down. Rocinante looked down on the floor, depression lines forming at the back of his head.

You had brought them to maid’s dorm and gave the two of them a change of black and white maid uniforms (although these were for girls) in an attempt to let them into the palace unnoticed. The uniforms had fitted them quite perfectly actually, although you had to adjust the corset a dozen times. You also stuffed some paper into their chests to pass them off as girls. Yes, you were a master of disguise. Although they wouldn’t let you put a wig on them. Bummer.

A change of pink clothes later, Doflamingo was beaming at his reflection in your mirror. You could swear that you could see sparkles flying about him.

You approached Doflamingo with a razor in your hand. “Come one Doflamingo, let’s shave those hairy legs of yours.”

He gave you a look that screamed murder. “GIRLIE-CHAN! What are you suggesting. These are my pride and joy as a man!”

He didn’t usually get mad at you so he must be really protective of his….. uhm, leg hair..... ahem, accessories. You left him alone and he started posing in front of the mirror again. Pride and joy, huh? Then why was he liking the maid outfit?

As he admired his reflection in the mirror, his brother was sprawled on your bunk bed, muttering about something. Baby was on the bunk bed on top of Rocinante, jumping up and down as she enjoyed the bed’s softness.

“Come on guys, let’s go!” you started for the door. “I have to get my chore-list from the old hag.”

Rocinante looked up at you. “Don’t you know your schedule?”

“I know when dinnertime is.”

“…..”