There have been many things you have seen on Baby5’s face, but only rarely have you ever seen her looking glum. Most times you’ve seen her, she’s either exuberant, furious, or comically crying, depending on her “boyfriend” situation. Other than that, she was always relatively calm, with a slight smile.
“Little Miss, what has you feeling so down?” You walk up to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“(name), I wasn’t expecting to see you.” She sighed, and then chuckled a little. “How many times have I told you to call me by my name? I don’t need to be called ‘Little Miss’.”
“I will continue calling you ‘Little Miss’ as long as I am a servant working here at the castle and you are considered Family by the Young Master. Also, I suggest you refrain from smoking, Little Miss. The habit is not healthy.” Baby5 just shook her head, smiling at your response. You continue talking. “What had you feeling glum, Little Miss?”
“I was just walking around Dressrosa, and I noticed the number of happy families around. It reminded me about how my mom treated me…”
“Little Miss, don’t think about them anymore. You’re in a Family who cares for you more than they ever would. Why Sir Buffalo, Sir Gladius, and Little Sir Dellinger would be your brothers and Miss Sugar and Miss Monet would be your sisters.”
Baby5 hummed a bit, then asked, “Do you remember when we used to play House when I was younger?”
“Yes Little Miss. You would always drag in Sir Buffalo and Little Sir into our games. Sir Buffalo would complain, yet he put up with being the older brother, while Little Sir would just gurgle and laugh.”
“Yeah. And we had gone and figured out who everyone else would be in our games of house. Gladius was the oldest, followed by Monet and Buffalo. Then there’s me, Sugar, and Dellinger, who’s the youngest.”
You hummed a bit as well. “And every time Sir Trebol, Sir Vergo, Sir Diamante, Sir Pica, or Sir Senor Pink came by, you would call them your uncles, while you called Miss Jora, Sir Lao G and Sir Machvise your grandparents.”
Baby5 was full out smiling now. “And Young Master was the father!” You chuckled at her enthusiasm, glad that bringing up the times you’ve played House has cheered her up. “… You know (name), we’ve never decided who you were.”
“Ah, Little Miss, that was never important at the time.”
“But we should! You would always play the game with me, yet we never decided what you were in our games.”
You chuckled nervously. “I was the servant, just as I am now.”
Baby5 shook her head. “I don’t think you should be, though. I think… you’d be… the mom!” You sputtered, choking on nothing at all. “(name)?! Are you all right?”
“Just fine, Little Miss,” you wheezed. “Besides, I don’t see myself as being the mother in our games.”
“I would not be proper for a servant to pretend to be in a station higher than what they are.”
“But it’s just a game! It’s just pretend!”
“But as I said, a servant should not pretend to be a higher station. Besides, if I was the mother, then that would mean I would have an intimate relationship with the Young Master. Such a thought brings me more horror than I can imagine! A love relationship between a master and their servant! Preposterous!”
Baby5 frowned, then she shifted into a sneaky grin. “You love the Young Master, don’t you?”
You sputtered again. “N-no.”
“Yes you do~ You can try to deny it as much as you want, but your blushing will prove you wrong anyway~”
“R-regardless, even if I were to have an interest with the Young Master, as you suggest, there would be no guarantee that he would return my feelings. I’m not even one of the Family, so why should he care for a servant like me?”
“He trusts you quite a bit.”
“Only as the head servant. He expects me to make sure the daily chores are taken care of, that meals are served on time just as he orders, that the rest of the Family is taken care of-“
“Isn’t that something a mother would do?~” Baby5 teased.
You just pressed your lips into a thin line, blush profusely traversing your face. You mumbled an excuse to Baby5, saying you had to prepare that night’s banquet. Baby5 laughed as you left, while neither of you realized a grinning Doflamingo had listened in to your entire conversation.
You were in the middle of coming back from the market with a basket of grapes. The kitchen had been lacking in Miss Sugar’s favorite snack, and you couldn’t think of letting someone a part of the Family suffering in discomfort. Ah, if only I was a part of the Family… You sighed. You remembered how the Young Master had picked you up from the streets. You were the village scapegoat, always facing their wrath for something your family had done wrong. Yet you didn’t have anyone to protect you from them. You never thought a man like him would come along and pick you up. Granted, you weren’t asked to join as one of his Family members, but you were still grateful he took you away from that vile town.
You thought again about your talk with Little Miss, only to blush and slap your cheeks. As you walked past an alley, something reached out and snagged you. You gasped, only to find a chloroform soaked cloth brought to your mouth. The last thing you remembered before blacking out was the basket of grapes on the ground, with a couple of grapes rolling into the street to get mushed underfoot.
You woke up bound to a chair in an unnamed warehouse next to the docks. Your head was splitting, causing you to groan as you came into consciousness. In front of you was a small band of people you assumed were pirates.
One pirate walked up to you and roughly pulled your head up by your hair. “Alright you. Tell me what Joker has been up to of late.”
Your eyes stare blankly at the leader’s face. “I know nothing of who this ‘Joker’ person is.”
“You know ‘im. Tall, pompous man who wears frilly pink coats?”
“I am still not aware of whom you speak. The Young Master is tall, but he is not pompous nor does he wear ‘frilly pink coats’.”
“Don’t deny not knowing who he is! We want you to tell us what he is doing.”
“Currently the Young Master is preparing for a banquet at his castle. If you wish to conduct business with him-“ You were slapped in the face, causing the beginning of a bruise on your left cheek.
“I don’t care about his dinner plans! I want to know what his business deal is with one of the Yonko’s, as well as how he smuggles weapons out to warring countries.”
“I know nothing about those kinds of things. The Young Master likes to keep his business to himself.”
“If you don’t know anything, then we’ll use you to extract information out of the man ‘imself…”
“That would be a fruitless endeavor. I am merely a servant in the Young Master’s household, and therefore not someone he would come to rescue.”
“Yet you’re the one who’s closest to ’im. I find it hard to believe you aren’t important in some way.”
“I am sorry to inform you, but I am as replaceable as a pair of worn shoes.”
The pirate who was questioning you growled, throwing your head back while going to one of his lackeys and muttering something to him. You saw the lackey start walking over to you. You sighed, closing your eyes. At least it wasn’t one of the Family members. I would be so worried if they were the ones who were kidnapped. I guess Young Master today is where we part…
You heard something crash, causing you to open your eyes. To your surprise the Young Master did indeed come to your rescue. No he didn’t. These men are competitors in his business. I just got caught in the middle of the Young Master taking care of business. You watched as he manipulated a number of lackeys to killing each other with a grin. The leader was in the middle of trying to get the rest of his lackey’s in formation to fight with the Young Master, while he laughed maniacally at their futile attempts. Once he was done slaughtering them all, the Young Master came over and untied you from the chair.
“Thank you Young Master for rescuing me,” you started. “I’m sorry that I was captured by your business rivals. It seems rather unfortunate that the banquet will probably be served later because of my absence-“ You weren’t expecting the Young Master to pick you up and start using his Sky Road skill. You squeaked a little, causing the Young Master to chuckle at your response. Once you were back at the castle, you tried to recover your previous professionalism.
“Thank you, Young Master, for bringing me back to the castle. You have been very gracious with this humble servant, and I will go ahead and begin the preparations for tonight-“
“You may take the rest of the day off (name).”
You were startled by what the Young Master said to you. “B-but Young Master, how can I ensure the meal is prepared correctly? Or making sure Miss Sugar has her favorite type of grapes? Or that Little Sir has the blood properly washed out of his clothes? Or-“
“Fuffuffu~ You would make an excellent mother.”
You shut up, blushing profusely. “Wh-wh-what would make you say that?” Your voice raised in pitch as you asked.
The Young Master laughed at your flushed, embarrassed state. “I overheard what you and Baby5 were talking about earlier.”
Your blush darkened. “How much did you hear?”
“I was around when you asked Baby5 what was wrong with her.”
You ended up getting very quiet. The Young Master looked down to see your head bowed, with hair covering over your face.
“I’m sorry that you overheard such a shameful conversation. I am fully aware that a mere servant even suggesting to want a relationship beyond that of a servant and master is a major embarrassment, and I would understand if-“
“You talk too much,” Doflamingo interrupted. He sighed, using his tall stature to rest his elbow on your head. “I remember when I picked you up. You were nothing more than a weakling bowing to the whims the town that used you like a stress ball. I thought you wouldn’t be of any use, other than being a servant I could wipe my feet on at the end of the day.”
You were well aware of these thoughts from Doflamingo. You initiated your service with these words, and you were expecting to continue your service with such words always echoing in the back of your mind.
“…Yet you’ve changed since then,” He continued. “You’ve always taken care of the younger Family members. It’s actually amazing you’re able to keep up with Dellinger, or even keep him in line. You’re the only person who has never scoffed or laughed at Pica, and whenever Vergo visits, you wipe off what is on his face.”
“Those are just little things, Young Master. It is expected of me to take care of everyone.”
The Young Master glanced down at you. “Not the way you do. I have never given you a reason to take care of everyone as well as you do. So why do you care so much?”
“At first, I did it to survive, as well as pay you back for taking me in. Yet, the other Family members began opening up to me. Being trusted, if only a little, caused me to want to take care of them more. One could even compare my drive to serve the Family similarly to Little Miss’s drive to try to always make herself useful.”
“Fuffuffuffuffu~ I think you have more control on your drive than she does.”
“Hehe. Perhaps I do.” Unspoken on you half though, you added, But not well enough.
“Just so you know, I’m firing you~”
You tried to look up towards the Young Master’s face. “But- Young Master-“
“I can’t invite a servant to be a member of the Donquixote Family.”
“But- but- but-“ you repeated, shock causing you to sound like a broken record.
The Young Master laughed at your reaction, enjoying seeing you squirm. “I believe the answer you mean to give me is ‘Yes Young Master!’”
“I- Yes, Young Master!” You were turning into a dark shade of pink.
“Now, since you’re a part of the Family, I think I’ll allow you to call me Doffy, instead of ‘Young Master’ all the time.”
“Yes Young- I mean, yes Doffy.” Doffy took his elbow off your head, and the two of you began walking into the castle. “By the way, Youn- Doffy, what position will I begin in?”
“How about…” he mused. “… ‘Momma’~!” He laughed while you broke down into a stuttering, blushing mess.