AN- These one shots will be set within the same universe as my other short story, and gift fic to Fowo, "Gold." You do not read "Gold" in order to enjoy this story, but it is recommended.

Trebol held a gun to the store manager's head, while Diamante leaned an elbow on the counter, attempting to flirt with a teary-eyedstore clerk, choosing to remain completely ignorant of the situation. Pica stood in front of a row of dark, tight fitting slacks, pondering over whether he might look adequate in them. Somewhere in the sea of apparels, Vergo and Doflamingo snickered, tossing feminine undergarments in the air.

The boutique had only been open for a few weeks before getting ransacked by the small group of delinquents. Aisles of relatively expensive clothes adorned with silk, top of the notch leather, or hand stitched with decorative designs were now victims to filthy fingers, sniffing noses, and the scent of developing adolescence.

"It shouldn't take too long." Trebol gestured a large hand over in the direction of the already deteriorating store. The manager sniffed, shaking her head. She did not understand why this was happening, to her most of all. "The boys just need a few things," he reassured. "You know how kids are? Always growing out of things."

Diamante continued to sweet talk the frightened brunette; tipping his hat down and making sure his voice retained a smooth tempo, despite the increasing sounds of laughter and hysterical cries.

The final sales clerk stood in the middle of it all, picking up bras that Vergo handed to his companion. Doflamingo felt them and imagined up the typical thoughts of an eleven-year-old boy, before throwing it over a shoulder.

She kept her distance, detecting the danger in the form of the long, blood stained pipe held by Vergo, along with the maniacal movement of his blond friend.

"What do you think?" Vergo yanked a red top from its hanger, and shoved it into Doflamingo's hands. The clerk watched as the boy remained staring out, his head not lowering to survey the gaudy top he had been offered, instead letting fingers trace across the buttons, rubbing the fabric between thumb and fingers, pressing it up to the side of his face.

"Not soft enough," Doffy answered, letting it fall to the floor.

Vergo grabbed another top. "How about this one?"

Diamante reached out and let his bony hand take the frightened brunette's. "Girl, you must be related to the sun or something," he sang, a sly grin spreading across his face as she sniffed, "cause you're brightening up my day!"

"Pica, not those," Trebol muttered whilst picking through the contents of his nose. The boy, holding on to a pair of tight jeans, looked up at Trebol, pouting indignantly. Said person shook his head, the action causing the gun in his hand to press against the manager's head, earning a sharp yelp. "You'll grow out of those in a month, and we'll have to do this all over again!"

"I like this!" Doflamingo smiled, hand clinging to a top that he had brushed against. He turned his over, other hand outstretched, fingers curling and sending out an array of invisible strings over to Vergo. They latched on to the boy's shoulder, the sensation notifying Doflamingo it was ok to give a tug. "Vergo, come here!"

The sale's clerk put a few more discarded garments away, when she saw the two boys interact in the girl's section. The one with the bowl-cut spread the shirt out, checking the size, smiling and telling his friend that it would certainly fit him. The boy cheered, clapping his hands as he took it, rubbing the cloth against his face, cooing at the sensation.

"It feels so nice." The comment threw the clerk off.

"The tag said Alabastan cotton." She watched Vergo look around the area, very much aware that they were in the section intended for young girls, not boys. "Want me to see if there are any more?"

The blond grinned, alerting the young woman of the situation. "Yes!"

Vergo surveyed a few more clothes in the immediate area, stopping and pulling out a pastel-pink shirt with long sleeves and many ruffles. The clerk shook her head at the gaudy choice. She frowned when he checked the tag, smiling at his choice. Her lips curled inward when he offered it to his friend.

"This is the same material," Vergo said to Doflamingo.

"Oh, I like it." The boy squeezed it in his hands. "It's so light and soft. I want it."

Vergo shrugged. "Cool."

"You can't wear that."

Both boys turned and faced the clerk. Doflamingo clung to his selection of clothes, and Vergo lowered his shades, staring her down while lifting his hand up and reminding her of the weapon he held in his hand.

She shuddered at Vergo. "You're his friend, right? Why would you offer him that?"

Doflamingo's face hardened, head tilting as he continued facing in the direction of employee's voice. He gathered his clothes in one arm, lifted a free hand up at the clerk, and spread his fingers out.

"You know what section you're in right?" she asked, sounding more offended with every word. "You're offering your friend clothes–"

"-That are waaaay tooooo big!"

A large hand grabbed the clerk by the shoulder, pulling her to the side and placing her out of Doflamingo's range.

She looked up and stared at Diamante, who now bore a threatening glare.

"Did you check the size of that blouse, Vergo?" Diamante asked, still leering down at the young woman, "that shit's gonna pour down Doffy's shoulder. I mean, sure, a size larger is one thing, but that might as well be a dress!" He squeezed her shoulder, to the point where it created a dull ache. "And Doffy, winter's around the corner…you gotta think layers, man. Layers!"

She winced, struggling to hold in a cry as Diamante continued to squeeze her shoulder in front of the two boys. When tears started to run down her face, Vergo smiled and lowered his weapon.

"It is a little big," he stated.

Doflamingo dropped his hand, and then brought his head down at the clothes in his arms. "I really like the way it feels though."

"Well," Diamante said. He slapped a hand across the woman's mouth. "You can go ahead and take it with you, and once you're big enough, can wear it when you please."

The last thing the clerk saw before being dragged off was the blond smiling, cradling his selection as though it were a treasure of sorts. Diamante continued holding on to her shoulder as he guided her to front of the store, back with Trebol and the other two frightened associates.

Trebol scoffed, making a face at Diamante. The younger man shrugged, and shoved the clerk over to her friend.

She shivered, grabbing and rubbing her sore shoulder. "Those are woman's clothes," she muttered.

"Our captain prefers comfort, above everything else," Trebol muttered, waving the gun around. "Best not to make a big deal out of it. Really, you're lucky Diamante has a thing for pretty faces, otherwise he'd have tied you down and let Vergo play pitching-practice with ya!"

All three employees of the boutique stared helplessly as Trebol and Diamante broke into a fit of laughter. Diamante quickly went back to flirting with the two girls, ignoring their tears and doing what he could to earn a few numbers without the use of force.

Pica managed to find three pairs of pants that fit his unique frame.

Vergo and Doflamingo offered each other different variations of clothes. Once they had a decent pile between the two of them, they headed over to the main counter, to meet with the remaining executives. Doflamingo raised a finger, anchoring a string to Vergo, and used it to bring himself closer to his friend.

"Vergo," the boy whispered.

"Hmm?"

"It fits, doesn't it?" the boy asked. Vergo hesitated, but then gave a nod of his head, the vibrations causing Doflamingo to frown. "I knew it," he said, voice filling with rage.

"She's just a dumb woman." Vergo shrugged, the movement running up the string and causing Doflamingo to pout.

"I know."

"You can wear whatever you like," Vergo insisted, placing a hand on his friend. He brought his face up close to Doflamingo's. "Personally, I think the pink top looks nice on you…"

Doflamingo blinked, feeling his heart race at the sound of the fond word. "It's pink?"

"Yeah."

Somehow, his fingers managed to fish thought the massive collection in his hands, finding the right top, with it's many ruffles. An old, familiar feeling arose inside as he gripped it tightly in his hands. "I knew it."