[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The cannonballs rode the heat wave and struck into the distance. The explosions and the sound of breaking through the air drew a path on the sea. The sunken seawater froze instantly, and the pirate ship that was hit by the cannonballs was finalized at this moment.

This is already the eighth pirate ship that was sunk by escort warships in an attempt to hijack the Dionysus Troupe. Even if it is about to reach the naval area, there are still bold pirate groups who want to get involved and make a fortune.

After casually freezing the pirate with a bounty of 70 million into an ice sculpture, the tall man standing on the warship with a telescope looked into the distance and complained lazily to the phone bug.

"Ah la la la, why are there so many guys who are not afraid of death chasing you? My hands are almost sore."

The voice of the woman who had just recovered from a serious illness was weak, but still clear and clear. She chuckled and joked with him.

"Mr. Couzin, only incompetent men would blame women for their misfortune."

Kuzan, who had never won a fight with her, choked. He put down the telescope and continued dryly: "Now I am sure that you are fine, little Vienna."

The way she spoke without mercy was much better than the way she looked sick and pitiful. Kuzan silently accepted the stigma of being an "incompetent man" and thought that for the sake of cheering her up, he would just let it go.

However, he vaguely remembered the night a few days ago when she had a high fever. The woman with burgundy curly hair looked at him with hazy eyes, as if he only existed in her eyes. Her hands and face were incredibly warm, and when her eyelashes lowered, there was a dark night hinting at the starry sky between her eyebrows.

She said not to call her Wienna, but she didn't tell him what the real answer was. After she woke up, Kuzan plucked up the courage to ask her several times, but the moment he looked at her, what he wanted to say was stuck. It's stuck in my throat and I can't spit it out.

"what--"

Without any warning, Kuzan pursed his lips and sighed bitterly. He rubbed the curly hair on his head. He took off the sunglasses on his head and put them back on his ears. He turned his head and looked at the large sailboat that was driving alongside the warships.

It's just nonsense that people talk when they're not sober. If you're in a hurry to do something serious, you're no longer a young boy.

He cursed himself in his heart because he didn't find the red-haired woman on the deck, so he moved his eyes back from the "Laurel".

Dini was lying on the bed in the medical room, listening to a distressed sigh from the other side. She raised her eyebrows and asked him what could make him so sad. He hesitantly changed the subject and hung up the phone. insect.

She vaguely guessed that there had been some misunderstanding that night when she had a high fever and lost consciousness. Recently, the dark circles under Kuzan's eyes that could not be covered by his sunglasses and his coy attitude showed that she had done something subtle.

Kuzan hesitated several times, which made Dini feel interesting and a little guilty at the same time. She didn't like that she owed anything to others.

Therefore, Dini, who never allowed others to call her by other nicknames, set a precedent for Kuzan, the great hero of her treatment, and did not correct his nickname of "Little Vienna".

"You, you, you are in the mood to care about why others are sad, why not think about what to do with Tao Dou. Why do you care about such a heartless man when you can lose such important things? I advised you not to put too much thought into human beings from the beginning, but you just didn’t listen, so it’s okay now!”

There was a doctor-looking woman with blond hair and blue eyes sitting on the high stool next to the hospital bed. She kept chattering to Dini. She peeled the apple very fast with her hands, throwing back a complete piece of apple peel. Throw it in the trash can at the door.

She was like the mermaid sister who saw her sister cut off her tail and gave up her singing voice for the prince, and how she sadly taught Dini who was nibbling on apples.

"I didn't tell him what the pottery doll was for. That was an oversight on my part."

The woman who stood up with a fruit knife became even more angry. She had a loud voice. Her voice was so loud in anger that Dini's ears started to ring for a moment. The red-haired woman leaning on the bed took the Darjeeling black tea from her. , and continued to listen to this arrogant female doctor talking about her aggressively.

"Still pleading for mercy on his behalf? That pottery doll has nearly one-fifth of your effort, right? I made it for you to use as a refuge, not for you to defend yourself against wild men."

Scolding Dini for not living up to expectations, the blond woman became more and more intense and said viciously: "He hasn't even called you a phone bug so far, and you're still protecting him? Okay, I'll draw a curse right now." Let him sink into the sea with his pirates and let him go to hell!"

She took a sip of black tea, and the fragrant and fragrant hot drink flowed into her internal organs with warmth. The sunlight shone in from the window, fell on her wine-like red hair, and also reflected in her cyanotic emerald eyes. .

"Theria."

She turned her head with a smile, a pool of cyan purple ripples appeared in her eyes, her red hair fell from her ears, and she kissed her chin greedily.

The woman with warm golden shoulder-length straight hair paused on the spot, her red ears were akimbo and she began to talk nonsense, all of which were like "No matter how sweet you smile, I won't help you put the clay doll back on him." "If I say no, I won't. You know my temper!" and other harsh words.

But Dini’s smile was so moving. She was like a glass of bubbly champagne by the terrace. Just looking at her from a distance would make you enchanted. The female doctor could only lose her battle under her gaze. She stomped her feet on the ground as if to vent her anger. She took out a bone pen from the pocket of her white coat and began to write and draw in the air.

"The last time! If he dares to lose the thing you gave me again, I will go over and break his legs. If I don't want that pretty boy"

Halfway through drawing the magic circle, the image of a cursing man suddenly appeared in her mind.

Thinking of his face, she gave up calling him pretty boy.

"If you don't want anything to happen to that wild man, just tell him exactly how precious this thing that cost you half your life is, and stop being so childish."

After drinking a cup of tea, Dini, who was feeling warm all over, squinted her eyes to bask in the sun. Her voice gradually weakened and she responded to her old friend like a sigh.

"It was not my intention to restrain him. Tao Dou was just a precautionary measure."

She raised her right hand to cover the sun, and the little sunlight that filtered through her fingers was enough. She looked at her slender white hands, which looked like they could be easily broken, a pair of fragile handicrafts.

"Kid, yes, why am I the only one docked in the harbor in the past, like this all the time?"

Only then did she realize that she had said the wrong thing, and Theria's last stroke almost fell to the ground. She pinned the pen made from the bones of some kind of creature to her clothes, and helplessly comforted Di who was covering his eyes on the bed and didn't know what he was thinking. Ni.

"Don't be sad. You are also on the edge of the growth period. This high fever is the best proof. In less than a month, you will officially enter our 'adult' world."

At this point, she cursed angrily: "If it weren't for this damn contact rule, I would definitely be able to accompany you through this growth period. How can I let you suffer the anger of a group of humans in vain!"

Dini took her hand off and put it on her chest, feeling the beating of her heart.

"That's enough, Theria."

The blond woman walked over, bent down and took her into her arms, saying goodbye to her solemnly.

"Not a hair is missing until I see you next time, you hear me?"

The so-called contact rules are rules established by world consciousness to restrict the interactions between upper-level beings. After all, the energy fluctuations generated by two upper-level beings appearing at the same time for a long time are enough to tear a continent apart. Under the control of world consciousness, they can take advantage of the energy deficit in the space to meet each other. Although the time is uncertain, there is still a chance.

No matter how good they are as [Dionysus] and [Asteria], they can only meet occasionally under the control of contact rules, pretending to be human beings to talk to each other and resolve their worries. .

Dini rested her head on her shoulder and asked her with a smile: "Didn't you hate the 'shameless' body movements of humans the most before?"

The woman who had gradually dissipated from the waist down snorted coldly, "Humph, you are always so rude."

As a warning, she then said to Dini: "I'm not kidding, once something happens to you, I will not let these humans go, including the one who enjoys your authority."

"Ah, if I can get you to break the precept, I will be considered a worthy death."

Dini, who was teasing her, was pinched by Teriya and pulled to both sides, "You guy, when will you be more serious, you great performer?"

Dini's face was pulled and she said vaguely: "I have always been serious about everything."

Originally, she wanted to tell Dini something else, but Theria felt that she had been perfunctory by her, so she felt angry and simply left without saying anything.

Without the loud and chattering woman, the medical room was as silent as a waveless stagnant water. Dini's shadow shone on the bed, stretching out a long black whirlpool. Her eyes dimmed, and no matter how dazzling the sun was, it could not reach her eyes.

Her head still hurts terribly, but Dini has learned to live with this unbearable torture, treating it as an ascetic exercise to strengthen her will.

[Dionysus] walks in the world by imitating human activities. She does not like to put on the skin of the character on the stage. The longer time goes by, the mask will cling to her flesh and blood, and she will become more and more Unable to see the true self.

After performing "Fourth Night of Roses", she will be like Luna, unconsciously carrying the pity and tenderness of a girl; she seems to have escaped from "Shackles and Wine", but her character still remains in the cold knight. On the body.

Every time she plays a role, Dini will be affected by her innate power and cannot completely take off her costume.

Therefore, Dini would rather give up the dividends brought to her by the performance than go on stage to pick up those fictional chapters that are eating away at her bit by bit.

She is a hollow pen that cannot write words without filling it with ink of other colors in the world. Those are not her original colors, but if she stops absorbing them, they will slowly fade and rust.

I always meant it, and I meant it when I said that. The me you see who does everything carelessly, in which play is that me?

"Go to rehearsal, we will arrive at Red Harbor tomorrow."

Dini lifted up the quilt, put on the pure white cashmere jacket that was placed on the bedside, tied her hair into a loose ponytail, and pushed open the door of the infirmary slowly.

There was nothing blocking her when she opened the door, but she bumped into a hard but hot chest. The pink color that shocked her vision was the only color she was willing to be exposed to.

Free, unrestrained, and free to live on the earth as you please.

The door was closed by the person who squeezed in, and outsiders heard a strange laughter. Dini's head pressed against his suit was forced to resonate with his chest. This wonderful frequency made her heart beat. There was a "buzzing" sound, and the splitting headache was relieved a lot.

He bent over and hugged Dini tightly, laughing endlessly, and rested his chin on her head. The smell of potion and alcohol only lingered in his nasal cavity for a moment. The sweetness and spiciness of lemon and petitgrain blended with the main body of rose scent, like a girl wrapped only in gauze who came into his mind.

Only by being close to her skin can you smell this warm yet restless body fragrance. To Doflamingo, this is what she smells like.

"You kidnapped me in broad daylight. Didn't you see those pirate ships frozen on the sea?"

His voice came from above Dini's head.

"I'm different from that kind of trash fish. If you want to catch me, the navy admiral must come personally."

Doflamingo let go of his embrace, pinched Dini's chin and forced her to look up, laughing maliciously: "Fufufufufufu, it's you, why are you suddenly so sick that you're going to die? This is worse than a navy admiral leading a It would be much scarier to attack from a warship."

The focus was obviously on worrying about her physical condition, but Dini's attention was sensitively focused on the second half. She frowned and asked, "Am I troublesome?"

She rarely lost her temper over such trivial matters, and even Doflamingo was briefly stunned.

"Are you angry because of this kind of thing? Dini, you are becoming less and less like you."

This sentence hit her minefield. Dini pushed Doflamingo's hand away and took a few steps back.

"I know what I am like better than anyone else. If you are here to quarrel with me, you can go back now."

No matter Dover or Theria, no one can judge her by pretending to know everything.

In fact, the person who least knows what she is like is indeed Dini herself.

Dini's words were like swallowing gunpowder. Doflamingo, who felt a strange sense of familiarity in these words, immediately understood something.

He took a big step forward and held Dini's hand, pulled her in front of him, and regardless of her struggle, he picked her up with one arm and turned her around and placed her on the consultation table in the infirmary.

At least I didn't use my power to fight him this time, so the situation wasn't too bad. Doflamingo mentally assessed her current situation, put his arms on the table and looked at her almost face to face.

"Fufufufufufu, no one would be willing to quarrel with you, our 'White Night Rose'."

Seeing that Dini had no sign of resistance, he whispered next to her ear: "Of course I came all the way here for that matter. If I can't get the principal, it's natural to charge some interest."

Because of the hot breath he sprayed on the side of her face, and because of the incident he mentioned, Dini, who was not in a good mood, still blushed and hugged his neck.

She said, stop talking nonsense.

Doflamingo quickly stretched out a hand to hold her head and kissed her, rubbing Dini's tongue against her upper teeth. After she let out a whimper, he premeditatedly held her with his other hand. He held her slumped waist close to his waist and abdomen.

He hooked the piece of soft flesh and gently bit down on it with his teeth, sucking it while exchanging proof of the kiss with her.

The kiss was not fierce, but it was lingering enough. Doflamingo made sure that every corner of her mouth was comforting her and comforting himself.

Dini poured all her heart into the kiss. She avoided Doflamingo's teasing tongue, and when he failed, she took the initiative to lead him to dance.

She heard his breathing becoming heavier and faster, and the pressure and scorching temperature of his neck arteries came from her wrist. Dini relied on him holding her waist and freed up one hand to twitch in between kisses. His tie.

Doflamingo raised one leg and knelt down on the table, taking advantage of the situation to put Dini down. The hand that was originally pressing on the back of her head moved to his chest, and he eagerly pulled open the shirt that made his chest tight, letting those few An innocent button hit the ground.

The peach-faced Dini opened her eyes and looked at the man who took the initiative to pull away from her. She couldn't see his eyes under his sunglasses, but she knew that he was also looking at her.

The pink tie that was tied around his neck a few seconds ago is now wrapped around her jade-white arms. Her long hair tied into a ponytail falls on the stone gray high table. Red and gray, pure white and pink, the ultimate color contrast. irritating the only person in the room watching her.

Chang Daochun Shui was affectionate and asked him to tell him that if those self-righteous poets knew her emotional appearance, they would be so ashamed that they would hit their heads on the paper and die on the spot.

But he would never let others see her like this.

The veins popping out between his eyebrows made Doflamingo look completely less at ease than usual. He tried his best to restrain himself, and gritted his teeth and said to Dini: "You must have come to your senses now."

Dini lowered her eyes and touched his fluffy feather coat. She gently reached out and completely sunk it in. She smiled, grabbed the pendant hanging from his chest, and raised her eyes provocatively to look at him.

Her eyes were astonishingly bright, and the movement of slowly raising her eyes was like the morning stars appearing on the dome at dawn. Dini's voice was deliberately lowered and slowed down. This voice with the texture of liquid gold made people feel nervous just listening to it.

"What if I say no?"

He heard that the string called reason was completely broken.

The man with the wide open shirt shook off the coat on his body, wrapped his left hand around the jade hand holding his pendant, and propped his right hand on the table, avoiding the spread red hair, and placed it next to her ear.

He smiled openly and proudly, his deep voice full of uncontrollable joy, and his strong chest muscles rose and fell rapidly, exuding hormones that made people blush.

"Fufufufufufu, then we can only continue until you return to reality."

Only Doflamingo understood that Dini was influenced by a certain person or character, and was still immersed in the habit of imitating her. Doflamingo, who had been deeply affected by it, had already developed a set of tricks. A unique trick that works well every time.

Dini's ability to realize that she was stuck in a role proved that she was awake, but she was still seeking benefits from Doflamingo out of some motives.

For this man, this was something he could only dream of. With [Carnival], he likes to follow his heart more than ordinary people. At this moment, he chose to follow his instinct without hesitation. It is not his Doflamingo style to wrong himself.

If it's just interest, it doesn't matter if it's more.

He slowly unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on his waist and abdomen with one hand, and wanted to continue kissing her.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

The unpleasant knock on the door disturbed the beautiful room. Dini, who had her eyes closed waiting for the kiss to fall, noticed something and slowly opened her eyes. Like her, Doflamingo, who was very good at seeing, hearing, and dominating, also understood who was outside the door.

The next second the voice confirmed both of their expectations.

"Little Vienna, if it's convenient, how about we talk about it now?"

Small (ちゃん)? Doflamingo's exaggerated smile looked a bit ferocious, and he questioned Dini with this expression that added a lot of gloom.

She straightened up and stood up, kissing the corner of his mouth gently, and sat on the table to answer the people outside: "My time is very precious, Mr. Kuzan."

"Just ask me one thing. Don't charge me with another account." His distressed voice came over, making the short-haired man in front of Dini suspicious. matter? What could there be to talk about between these two men?

An alarm bell rang in Dini's heart. She understood what Kuzan was going to talk about. Only the unresolved matter was worthy of him running over to ask her.

Now that I can't see her face, I should be able to say it in one breath. Kuzan, who was scratching his head outside the door, shouted to Dini like he was breaking a jar: "That night you said not to call you Wienna, but you haven't given me a clear answer yet."

Before she could stop him from speaking, Dini watched Doflamingo break a corner of the auscultation table with a livid face, and stared at her without saying a word. She immediately had the idea of ​​a noblewoman in a knight's lyric who was caught having an affair and was discovered by her husband. human experience.

I really don’t know whether “having a romantic relationship with a pirate across the sea from the navy” is more absurd, or whether “suspecting to have an affair with the navy and being discovered by the pirates” is more dramatic.

Dini, who was in the center of the whirlpool, didn't know where to start. She rubbed her sore temples, feeling the headache coming back.

Men are the most troublesome existence in the world.