Simply-Scarlet

Rocinante observes his brother's 'Family,' all while reflecting on being trapped in the silent role of "Corazon." That is until one of the Family's new recruits tries to give Corazon a voice. --- If Donquixote Rocinante was anything, he was observant. A little clumsy, perhaps. Alright, very clumsy. But observant. He had to be. Corazon was the absent-minded fool who tripped over himself and set himself on fire lighting a cigarette. Corazon had nothing to say. Nobody looked to Corazon for an opinion, nobody asked Corazon questions, and nobody expected Corazon to voice his thoughts. Corazon was more of a presence, nothing but a pair of

The Grand Line – three weeks after the death of Donquixote “Corazon” Rocinante.   “If the shipments continue as planned from Pecunia and Shibbola, we’ll have plenty of resources for our advancement into the New World,” said Doflamingo, indicating the shipping routes on the large maps spread before the family. He took a sip from his glass of wine. “Neh neh, we could expand to Golpe as well,” said Trebol. He extended a slimy finger to jab at another island.   “Indeed,” added Senor Pink, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Their political situation has been rocky since the rece

After the fall of Donquixote Doflamingo and the near simultaneous resignation of Trafalgar Law, the World Government had suddenly found itself down not one, but two warlords. A council had to be called; something the World Government never particularly cared to do. It was a pretty poor turnout, but that was to be expected. Dracule Mihawk was largely intent on not acknowledging anyone. One of Bartholomew Kuma’s Pacifista clones had been parked mutely in a chair and was staring straight ahead, as if there as a token representation. The supposed son of Whitebeard and his asinine mother apparently had not arrived yet. Boa Hancock was, as

 Epilogue The New World – A Marine Battleship. Three days after the fall of the Donquixote Family --- "The Reverie is approaching," says Tsuru, casually, reading aloud from the newspaper. "Riku Dold has formally announced his intention to attend, as well as Lady Viola. And Strawhat and Law have not been found yet." "Fufufufu, I didn't expect them to be," Doflamingo chuckles from his position chained and spread-eagled across the floor of the ship's brig. "Just think, you could have them behind bars now, if you had only –" "I have heard your "ifs" quite enough, Doflamingo," says Tsuru, folding up the newspaper. "We are a few da

The Yonta Maria – Three days after the fall of the Donquixote Family --- Baby 5 is drinking the third glass of mead that has been pressed into her hands by her fiancé Sai. She is smiling and beaming and cheering at all the toasts and excitement, just like everyone else. Finally! She is free to get married with no nasty strings attached, no nasty strings of Doflamingo's to get in her way or hold her back. What a wedding it shall be! Buffalo will help her – She stops. She realizes she doesn't have a best man anymore. Or bridesmaids. Or someone to give her away. Or anyone. She knows none of Sai's friends or crew. Whom wi

Dressrosa – Present Day. The great Statue of Pica - Level 2 --- "Are you nervous, Dellinger?" Dellinger looks at Machvise, incredulous. "Kyahaha! Why would I be nervous, Vise? I love executions!" "Because there is more at stake here than a few lives in the Coliseum ring. Our country, our home, our family is being threatened. I don't want to see you playing games. Take this seriously." "Be useful," says Lao G, wobbling slightly on the uneven rocks, and Baby 5 looks on at the incoming fighters through her binoculars. Gladius rolls his eyes. "Asking Dell to take something seriously is like telling Baby 5 to say no." "It's true," si

Dressrosa - Present day. Two months before the fall of the Donquixote Family --- When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. - “A Warning” (abridged) by Jenny Joseph --- Jora looks in the mirror, despondent. No, the dress does not make her look fat. She is fat. This is nothing new. Machvise and the elite executives had given her an exquisite purple dre

Dressrosa – Present Day. Six months before the fall of the Donquixote Family. Dellinger clutches his heels in one hand, the other hand stifling a giggle. Barefoot, he creeps past the rooms of his sleeping family members - his heels cause far too much noise in the long, echoing palace hallways. Dell always takes great care that he is not followed. Jora, dear Jora, is not exactly as young as she used to be. She and Lao G had lately been taking bets on who was going to kick the bucket first. Dell is worried that if she knew he was sneaking out at night, it could very well trigger her untimely death. It is quite a distance from the palac

Dressrosa – Present Day. Eight months before the fall of the Donquixote Family. Dellinger can hear the screaming from all the way down the hallway. He sighs and doesn't even pause as he approaches Doflamingo's study and pushes the heavy oak door open. Baby 5 is tied up on the floor, screaming. "HOW COULD YOU!" she sobs hysterically. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEE?! I'M A WIDOW YET AGAIN! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, JOOOOKERRR!" Dellinger regards her upside down on the floor. "This again, Baby 5?" he says, perturbed. "SHUT UP!" she screams, her face streaked with mascara tracks. "YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!" Dellinger had watched his

Dressrosa – present day. The Corrida Coliseum. Ten months before the fall of the Donquixote Family. "Hey Dell, get over here. There's someone I want you to meet," Diamante calls from across the preparation hall. "Let me change first, Diamante!" Dellinger yells back. "Get over here, Dellinger." "No! I'm covered in blood! I'm going to lick it off and when I look nice again I'll go meet whoever." "GET OVER HERE. DON'T BE A BRAT." Dellinger grumbles and walks over, acutely aware that his bloodstained legs will be making a first impression on whoever he's supposed to be meeting…instead of a nice dress or top. Diamante is standin