[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

Before Doflamingo's anger was exaggerated by [Carnival] and got out of control, Dini had no choice but to lean forward and try to wrap her arms around his neck while trying to smooth things over with Kuzan outside the door.

"I can't give you an unimpressive answer, Mr. Kuzan, and I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you when I lost consciousness due to high fever."

Her voice was filled with guilt, and it was indeed genuine, but she spoke not with her head towards the door, but towards Doflamingo, who was grabbing her wrist.

It seemed that these words were explaining to Kuzan and clarifying to Doflamingo.

Although Kuzan had expected her answer, he still felt very uncomfortable when he heard it. But if he continued to ask further, it would be too disrespectful, so he had to give up.

"Ah la la la, I just want to see if I have any option of not paying back the money, but I don't mean to start an investigation."

He was afraid that his disappointment would be revealed inadvertently, so he added a sentence to cover it up.

"Just pretend I didn't ask about it."

No one answered, only the sound of waves crashing against the side of the ship.

"Little Vienna?"

With the lesson that she developed a high fever for no reason, Kuzan, who was wondering if she had collapsed in the infirmary again, had already put his feet up against the hatch.

He was still talking lazily, but his movements were not sloppy at all.

"Can you hear me, little Vienna?"

The biting coldness spread along the ice to the door frame, instantly enveloping the hatch of the infirmary.

"It's okay Kuzan, I'm just a little tired."

Her breathless voice made Kuzan believe this statement, and finally settled a matter on his mind. Although the result was not satisfactory, he still relaxed a little.

"Uh-huh - I won't bother you for now, just take a good rest and cheer up."

Thinking that she might have fallen asleep, Kuzan yawned and turned away without thinking deeply.

Doflamingo sensed that the person who disturbed the situation was no longer there. He was bending one leg and pressing it on the table. He raised his other hand high in the air and used the parasitic thread to confront Dini under him. Seeing this, he slowly put it down. The expression on his hands was not as fierce as before.

Dini, whose lips were red and congested due to some unknown reasons, had a rare expression on her face. She only wore a bias-cut silk suspender skirt today, and the pure white cashmere short jacket was just hanging on her body. Except for her power, nothing could stop this man from leaving a kiss in the crook of her neck.

Besides, she already had two left on the side of her neck.

"I said enough is enough, faker."

Dini's voice was terrifyingly cold. If it were the members of the troupe who had been with her all year round, they would have been so frightened that they dared not even breathe.

But Doflamingo, or rather the doll cloned by Doflamingo using the Thread Fruit, adhered to his original bastard character and didn't care about Dini's warning at all.

"Fufufufufu, what a scary look. Could it be because I disturbed your tryst, right? Little Wienna."

Dini had completely woken up from the show. She relied on her authority to realize that Doflamingo in front of her was just a puppet. Although she didn't expect him to come all the way, the feeling of failed wishes kept her emotions. Not very good.

Doflamingo would hardly fool her with puppets. No matter how busy he was in the past, he would always find time to come to the theater to see her in person. For Dini, even if he could only call her and care about her in a gentle way, it would be better than dealing with her with a doll.

Tightening her loose coat, Dini smiled nonchalantly to deal with him.

"That's right, if I were a step too late, you wouldn't be the one pressing on me."

Knowing in his heart that this sentence was a lie to provoke him, Doflamingo still frowned as if he had eaten a fly. He put his hand behind him with a strange expression, and bent his fingers to activate his ability.

The red-haired woman lying on the table disappeared.

Dini moved ahead of him and set her own coordinates in front of the bathroom mirror. She turned her face to the mirror and touched the conspicuous red marks on her neck. She thought that these were not left by the real Doflamingo, and her face became cold. A few points.

Doflamingo, who was chasing after him, leaned against the wooden door of the bathroom. Being tall and strong, he could only hunched over and lowered his head as much as possible. Of course this man knew that Dini was angry with him for using a puppet to come and see her, but he was still upset and panicked because of Dini's answer, and he looked sullen and didn't say much.

Until he saw a pair of scissors appear out of thin air behind Dini and stab her unsuspecting back of the head.

"Five-color line."

The scissors were cut off by silk threads that suddenly appeared. These seemingly insignificant threads were actually as hard as steel wires. This caused the scissors to be in pieces when they fell to the ground, not even a pile of parts.

"I'm just using a puppet to check on you. Don't get so angry."

He walked up behind Dini and kicked away the iron fragments. The mirror in the bathroom was obviously not prepared for this tall man. Dini could only see his open chest through the mirror.

The pink tie wrapped around her forearm was put back on his shoulders by Dini.

"It's just for performance, don't be too pretentious."

Dini turned her head towards the mirror, looked at her long curly hair, and said in a calm tone.

"I originally thought I would leave it to Dover to cut it, but in the end I had to do it myself."

Anyone who is a little familiar with Dini knows how much she treasures her hair, but having said that, anyone with red hair as thick as strong wine and as bright as roses will cherish it as if it were their entire fortune.

In addition to the appearance factors of color and luster, Dini's red hair has an indescribable symbolic meaning to her. [Dionysus] throughout the ages had such red hair that was comparable to the scorching sun. For them, this was the simplest and most direct source of their sense of identity.

There are even a few [Dionysus] who have never repaired their red hair, allowing it to grow to the length of a river, truly forming a river of life.

Dini is not the overly traditional [Dionysus], but she still does not allow others to touch her hair too much, just like her name, she regards these two things as part of her soul, which is simply better than life.

If anyone in the world has the qualifications to cut off Dini's long hair, that person would only be Doflamingo himself. Other than that, not even the dolls he made with his own hands using the Thread Fruit could do it.

Another pair of toothed scissors appeared in Dini's hand. As soon as she raised her hand to the top of her head and tried to cut it off, Doflamingo grabbed her arm behind her.

"What's the difference between me and that guy? Dini, I'm just me."

Doflamingo refused to bend down, so Dini couldn't see his expression.

She frowned and stared at herself in the mirror, making eye contact with him this way.

"Then in your heart, all I am is me?"

This was the most serious issue on which the two of them differed.

Dini is paranoid about getting the only affirmation. Just like she stubbornly separates Doflamingo from his puppet, she clearly distinguishes herself from other existences. Even her character is affected by the show. Those who changed were also rejected by her as "others".

Doflamingo, however, carelessly grouped "him" and "her" together. For this man who was informal most of the time, the one who was following Dini right now was him. He was there just now. The Dini in the play is undoubtedly herself.

After all, everything in the world is changing all the time. The pursuit of "the one" is like the pursuit of unchanging eternity, like standing in the river and claiming to catch the flowing water. This is not only meaningless, but also a fool's errand.

Don't expect his commitment. For him, living in the present is the philosophical truth.

Don't think about whether the other you are real. At least you are the only one standing in front of me at this moment. Isn't that enough?

Her pulse beats so vividly, she still smells of roses mixed with petitgrain leaves, and her red hair is still bright and dazzling. What is the difference between this and those other girls?

Doflamingo took the scissors from her, bent down so that he appeared in the mirror, and answered her with a playful smile.

"Fufufufu, all I know is that you are the most wonderful woman in the world, Deanie."

Cunningly, he changed his words to avoid this topic that would most likely cause endless debate between the two of them.

Dini was very impressed by this sentence. She looked at Doflamingo in the mirror and snorted coldly. Her tense expression relaxed a lot. Without taking back the scissors in his hand, she untied her ponytail. It was considered as tacit consent for him to cut his hair.

A woman with a hickey on her neck and a man with a roughly masculine upper body were nestled in such a small space, and they were really just doing their hair. This scene was filled with a hint of indescribable ambiguity in the warmth.

Doflamingo threw the scissors on the sink. He had a more useful tool than this rigid iron tool.

He twirled a strand of Dini's red hair, and swung his right hand to the left in the air, and the strand of hair fell in his hand.

"How about this length?"

She shook her head to the left, and the woman in the mirror also turned her head. A traitorous streak of hair reaching her ears appeared in her waist-length red hair. Dini turned her head back and continued.

"Barely make sense."

He laughed again behind him, taking this sentence as a duplicitous compliment. Invisible threads formed a tightly structured network in the air. Doflamingo waved his hand easily, and Dini's long hair was like a red rain. They fell to the ground one after another.

Doflamingo's craftsmanship is amazing. Thanks to his meticulous control of his abilities, Dini's short hair is cut just right and even has some layers.

Dini combed her new hairstyle with her hands and pushed back the part of her face that was blocking her eyes.

She seemed to have accidentally bumped into an old friend who had been away for many years. After completing this action, her hand stopped on her shoulder and she was slightly stunned.

After cutting her hair, Doflamingo, who had no idea what he was doing secretly next to her, finally turned his head around. Seeing her like this, he froze, and then grinned.

There was nostalgia in that laughter, and there was also a hint of deep meaning worth savoring.

"Fufufufufu, what a reunion worthy of admiration, 'Thoseus'."

Dini was no longer the unpopular iceberg face in his memory. She burst into laughter and then slowly covered her face and bent over, her body shaking with laughter.

Doflamingo seemed to be hurt by her laughter, and complained angrily: "What's so funny." He leaned over and picked up Dini, who was squatting on the ground laughing regardless of her image, and listened to her clearing up. The laughter echoed in the room, and the worries in his heart also disappeared.

Anyway, those days are in the past, and there is no chance that he will fall back again.

The woman in his arms hadn't smiled enough, so the evil man chose to pull away the hand covering her face and kiss her, sealing her lips with a kiss.

Dini sat on the sink and responded to his kiss with her eyes open, looking at Doflamingo carefully as if she wanted to imprint his appearance firmly in her mind.

Her eyes suddenly went dark, and a warm and broad hand blocked her eyes. Dini's curled eyelashes scratched his palm, like a soft and plump feather passing over his heart.

The kiss was interrupted early by Dini, and Doflamingo, who was not yet satisfied, still covered her eyes with his hands.

"Dover, let me look at you again."

Dini gently rubbed the back of his hand and lowered her voice in a seductive manner. Her deliberately lowered voice was like a glass of brandy on the rocks for drinking neat, cold but mellow.

There was only a slight itch in the palms and backs of his hands. After his brain captured who made the movement, the touch suddenly amplified to an extremely impactful level, making his entire arm numb.

Doflamingo's Adam's apple rolled. Dini, who covered her eyes, did not see his swallowing action, but heard a faint sound.

"Who said I was just a 'fake'."

Dini blinked and chuckled at his contradictory statement.

"It's enough that the face looks exactly like him."

He smacked his tongue, and with his free hand, he held Dini's troublesome hand and placed it against his left chest. He slid it past the tight chest muscles and slid down, along the middle seam of his abdominal muscles toward a dangerous area.

"Fufufufufu, not only the face, but also other parts are exactly the same."

"How about checking for yourself, Dini."

The warm skin, the body floating with the breath, and the bulging muscles on the smooth abdomen had a strange softness. Her deprived vision was added to the sense of touch, which allowed her to feel Doflamingo carefully like never before.

Her vision was filled with darkness, but Dini was able to draw scenes in her mind with her excellent memory and imagination. She didn't need her eyes to see what the man looked like now, and it was more intuitive than using visual experience.

The moment her fingertips touched his chest, she could even feel his strong heartbeat, and then the abdominal muscles swaying with her touch, extending towards the flat and strong lower abdomen.

There is also a blazing mass with a strong sense of presence.

"That's enough, I get it."

After realizing where this was, she wanted to pull back as if she had been burned, but Doflamingo held her hand firmly, saying that he would not give her a chance to leave, and continued to tease her.

"Don't say hello to it properly? Don't be so rude."

The situation did not get better, but got worse. Dini, whose brain was in chaos, could not move herself. She was also sensitively aware that the hardness and heat there were even worse than when she first touched them.

The black curtain in front of her eyes was suddenly lifted, and Dini was caught off guard and faced Doflamingo's face just a short distance away. His smile was so bright that it was dazzling, and his neat and white teeth almost dazzled her eyes.

"This hairstyle does have merit, fufufufu."

Dini was a little confused by Doflamingo's unprovoked question. She saw him using the hand that had just covered Dini's eyes to slowly rub her earlobe that was no longer covered by her long hair.

Without bothering him to exert any force, her ears were already so red that they were bleeding.

"Let me go first, don't let me repeat it again."

The red-haired woman didn't know how pitiful she was now being picked by others. Her bright face turned red, and she was as passionate as a rose with dew in its mouth in the morning. Her eyes, misted with shame, widened helplessly, accusing him unblinkingly.

Being stared at by her with such a look, Doflamingo increased the strength of his hand in a happy mood. Not only did he hold her hand down a little, he also tried to hold her blushing ears in his mouth.

As he wished, Dini held down his eager desire honestly, but with a little more strength.

"Well."

Doflamingo raised his head slightly and groaned. His expression was hard to tell whether it was pain or joy. It was possible that the two emotions were mixed together. When he raised his head, the muscles in his neck were tense and straightened, full of tension of power and danger. He was as lazy as a cheetah waiting to enjoy its trophy.

Just for a moment when he relaxed his vigilance, the woman he was teasing on the sink immediately ran away, leaving only a scent of lemon mixed with roses.

After reacting from the brief absence, Doflamingo and his still excited lower body fell into silence at the same time.

After he briefly dealt with his physiological needs, he tied the few buttons with a "fufufufu" smile and walked back to the auscultation table in the medical room. He took out a strand of burgundy hair tied with thread from the pocket of his suit trousers, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his coat like a treasure, and stuck it together with a simple-looking little pottery doll.

Doflamingo ignored the door that was sealed by ice, consciously opened the window and left on the empty road with his pocket in his pocket.

The man in the pink feather coat stood out like the only pink heretic among the sheep, but no navy could spot him and shoot him down from the sky.

Even if Dini said that she didn't intervene, no one would believe it.

Until she arrived at the Red Port and was hit by the deafening cheers and shouts, Dini still subconsciously rubbed the fingers of her right hand through her gloves as if her right hand still retained the warmth of Doflamingo.

"Miss Wienna! Look at me, Miss Wienna! I'm your big fan!"

"Miss Wienna, I love you!"

"You are so beautiful in your suit today that I can't breathe, Miss Wienna!"

A woman with roses in her ears and a man holding a huge poster of hers squeezed in from behind the crowd, trying to get closer to her through the security team's obstruction.

"Ah la la la, what a terrible popularity, little Wienna."

Kuzan, who helped her stop many people, was able to find time to complain to her.

"I didn't expect that I would have so many followers here."

She smiled and nodded to the girl on the right front who was riding on her boyfriend's neck and saying hello to her. The girl was holding a large photo made up of several of her newspaper photos. It was difficult for Dini to pay attention to it. Not to her.

Fortunately, there were two tall bodyguards, Kuzan and Sera, on the left and right. Dini didn't see many fans who behaved unusually in order to attract her attention, and also avoided many fans who wanted to report her landing in Hong Kong immediately. reporter.

Except for the two crazy men who have her name tattooed all over their bodies, most fans insist on leaving a good impression in front of her and restrain their passionate love.

Unrestrained love will destroy a person, this is what their Miss Wienna told them in "The Rose of the Fourth Night", how can they not keep it in mind.

Walking all the way to the lift boat, fans along the way still blocked the square. Dini chose a few creative fans to interact with, and spent the rest of the time waiting for the members of the troupe to catch up and load supplies to the lift boat.

"On behalf of the Dionysus Troupe, I solemnly thank the Navy for its full assistance. I wish you all good military luck and everything goes well."

Kuzan still looked lazy. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and said to Dini: "You don't have to be so polite. I came here for selfish reasons."

The woman who had just cut her hair short yesterday wanted to play with the red hair on her chest, but her hands were empty. She smiled and answered Kuzan.

"I've forgiven a lot of your debts, Mr. Couzin."

"It's not just because of this, well, forget it."

He put his sunglasses back on and waved to Dini who was about to board the ship.

"See you later, little Vienna."

Wherever she stood, that was the center of the world. Dini smiled lightly at him, and dazzling light spread out from her body.

"Goodbye, Kuzan."

The twenty-one-day trip was just an insignificant appetizer, and the real highlight was still far behind.

At the time, Kuzan didn't know that it would be four years before he looked back.