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 "...Y/n."

Whose voice is that? I tried to sharpen the meaning of the words that were sadly muffled in my mind. The colorful pictures in front of me blurred into a black stain of close memories, hardly able to deduct between reality and fiction.

"...saying goodbye."

Goodbye? Why does it sound so familiar? I struggled to obtain the control of me my hand, but it was like it wasn't mine at all and the resistance of it kept growing. The only thing, strangely really close to me, was the heat that wholly enveloped me.

Am I still dreaming? Am I awake?

"I'm sorry...For everything." A disparaging voice spoke, softly but without any hints of hesitation.

Wait...isn't that...Kid's voice?

Why am I dreaming about him? It can't be him...His voice is too distressing...so that means...I am still dreaming?

I...so confused...and tired.

My consciousness again began falling into the darkness. However a small part of me refused to surrender so quickly without putting up a decent fight. So I was floating between the line of sleepiness and reality. Before I could even detect, a light breeze had fanned my lips.

"Just this once...Y/n." The waiting dragged into infinity, my wild thought overpowering the rationality. Until a touch refocused me again...No... it was ... soft caress on the cheek?

Open your eyes, Y/n.

I can't.

But it feels so real...

What if it isn't?

Open your eyes!

Wait...

My heart fluttered when slender fingers easily swept over the skin, as well my brain lit on fire. The usually steady hear, that kept the exact same drumbeat, was failing in its rhythm, accelerating with the spreading warmness in the entire body.

Then something that resembled a knock retrieved the spreading warmth, as well the muteness, that in contrast from the temperature, remained. It was so long that I lost the ability to understand what really happened. Before comfortable, was now just a cold space of nothingness.

I deeply exhaled. And the hand stopped in its motion.

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[ No one's P.O.V. ]

The knock came quietly first and then there was silence, which was later on filled with a tranquil voice. Kid sighed. "Damn..." He unwillingly backed away from Y/n, his eyes searching for evidence of her still sleeping form. "What." He whispered-hissed when he forcefully opened the door.

Penguin, a bit detained, stepped into the emergency room, careful not to look the red directly in his eyes. "Law sent me. He told me to inform you of Bonney's condition. She is currently resting. And regarding Y/n..." Law's subordinate swallowed hard. "We found someone who can keep an eye on her for the time being...While we take care of the entire situation in the Hall."

A high woman stood beside the male, her steps heard from the clanging heels. "Hello, my name is Monet.

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[ Normal P.O.V ]

What is happening? Where are the voices coming from? I couldn't open my eyes, everything hurt.

"Shall we go, Eustass Kid?"

Kid? Wait he is really here? Then...

"K-Kid..." I whispered, my voice barely leaving the stiff throat.

I opened my eyes and then, just as fast, shut them. There is nothing for me to see. It was just a dream. I thought, disappointed.

"I 'll take good care of her. Don't you worry." A woman's voice? I didn't raise my head to see who was now occupying the room, just a loud click of locking came from the far end of the enormous white room.

A few rustling noises and the invading, overpowering sweetly disgusting perfume hit my nostrils.

"Wake up, princess~" A contemptuous voice uttered, prolonging the unnecessary nickname.

When my eyelids refused to open, she clicked quite loudly with her tongue. A sharp pain in the leg made me release a painful muffled groan.

"Wake up...Y/n~" She called again, this time coming closer. "You don't want to disappoint master Doflamingo, do you? " She hummed, a hint of hostility coloring her tone.

The greenette waitress from the party. It's her.

"W-what..." Shocked, wide-eyed and with pronounced lines on my forehead, I macabrely whispered.

"Surely, you don't want to make him upset?" The woman repeated, this time avoiding to mention the man's name in my presence.

"W-who are you?"

"I'm Monet, darling." She slurred in a sultry voice, showing me her bared teeth, while gazing at me behind her round glasses.

I gulped, trying to mentally prepare my question. "You work for him?" I concluded, wishing for a straight-forward answer without any additional explanations. Yes or no.

"Duh." She answered, rolling her eyes in annoyance, dismissing the previous sadistic grin.

"Ok...Then why the fuck are you here?!" I roared, hoping to appear stronger than I actually was.

"I wouldn't raise my voice so much if I were you." She spread her arms wide, again the broad smile stretching on her impeccable skin. "I really want to be friend s with you. But..." The woman pouted. "...if you disobey my conditions then I'll have to accordingly use some desperate measures."

"I don't have a reason to obey you, you filthy traitor." I spitted, tightly clutching the cloak. At that point Monet hissed, all of the self-control invisible to the outer world. I could feel the long fingernails tracing down my veins, crawling around the neck and squeezing it with half of the real strength.

"Watch your mouth, girl. I'm not like your worthless lover." She pushed me back on the pillow, directly examining me from above. "Making a scene to make a distraction. What a moron..." Monet mocked.

Gasping for air, I stuttered. "L-lover?" Surly she didn't mean...?

"Omg, you are blushing! Don't tell me, you-?"

"Shut up!" I screamed, tightly gripping her hand. The lack of oxygen didn't bring any huge disabilities.

"Whatever...It doesn't concern me if you two are together or not. Either way, he'll be dead. But it was fun watching your friend in that weakened position Quite helpful, huh? And those people?" Monet pressed her fingers on her lips. "Who made such terrible beasts? My, my, they were so scary!"

Then a realization hit me. "You! You were the one who slipped them the drug!" my fist collided together. "And you! You gave Bonney that strange medicine!"

"Oh, such a cruel world! Bu-hu, don't make a monster out of me. I would never do that..." She grinned. "They volunteered themselves."

"Liar."

"What would I accomplish with unnecessary lies, Y/n-darling? Most of them despised Capone. Especially Enel. Gosh, that guy has no brains." Monet giggled, her curls bouncing from the erratic jolting. "O, so mean of me." The greentte lightly hit her forehead. "I meant to say... had. He won't live for too long. I bet on 1 hour...And you?"

"You are sickening me!"

"Watch your volume, darling!" She sang, while menacingly straightening.

"What are you going to do with me now?" I finally acquired.

"Now? Well obviously, take you to my master. Those bastards were so easily convinced. Seriously. Me? A pure, innocent maid? Gosh, I really must be a great actor!"

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I growled, managing to represent a deadpan expression.

"But I thought we were friends! I have even ordered a fancy car for you." She sighed. "Oh well, force it is then." Monet reached into her bag, unwrapping a packaging, which strangely reminded of a needle. Because it is. She then got ahold of a small eprouvette, containing an unknown liquid. "This should do the trick."

"Move away!" Fear was now talking instead of me. It commended my legs to go weak as well my coolness.

"I can't. I need you quiet, which sadly you can't be." With the tip of her perfectly shaped nails, she tapped the glass full of liquid, a tranquil sound consequently being produced. "It won't hurt...well at least it won't hurt me." My eyes widened at the sight of the needle. "Oh, you are scared of shoots? Poor baby! Then I'll just make this quick." Her eyes dazed of to the prepared object in her hands, admiring something that I didn't understand. "Only such a small doze can make you fall unconscious. Aren't you happy?"

"I said move away!" I fidgeted in my spot, restrained with wraps and pain.

"I'll give you a time to pick a side, either you're with us or against us."

"Fuck you!" I screamed, panting on the spot.

"Your choice, darling. Now sleep."

Shit I can't do a single thing. My eyes shut. And waited.

I jolted in my spot when a smash came from the entrance. Dust and parts of wooden door flying over the place. A man stood there, in the middle of the ruckus, his foot raised in a kick-position.

"You are not getting anyone, darling..." He slurred, mimicking Monet's extravagant naming.

"You!" The needle from before fell onto the floor, the glass cracking and making the content pour from the small container.

"It is a good thing I don't trust suspicious maids." He stretched ad yawned. "You are lucky that they told me to wait by the door." He frisked over the bewildered greenette's expression, eyeing her posture that was slowly backing away. "Oh, I almost forgot...How rude of me!" Bartolomeo grinned slightly bowing to the woman. "Why hello Monet."

"You son of a bastard." She hissed.

"Nice to see you too, Monet. Such a wonderful time for a friendly encounter, isn't it?"

The woman glanced towards me, silently calculating her possibilities. And as he knew what she was about to do, he immediately leaped into action, launching himself at Monet. The latter, avoiding few hits and direct attacks with a knife, successfully climbed onto the big marble windowsill, now smirking with amusement, but nevertheless, the feeling of failure still lingering on her face. "I would still chit-chat, but I have errands to do, bastard." She twirled around, sending me a brief wink. "Till next time, Y/n."

With the unaccepting defeat from Bartolomeo's side, she threw herself backwards.

The car engine was the only producer of sound, as it sung to the lone road ahead of it, driving the woman away from the mafia's gasp. 

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