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Daniel wondered around the mansion, bored. Today was a free-day, in which everyone can do whatever they wanted to, but Daniel here was simply bored. He had no one to talk to, and he wasn't in the mood to gamble. It was also night, around 8PM or so, he didn't keep track of time. His velvet-rose shaded eyes dully gazed here and there, trying to find anything that will pique his interest but, sadly, there was nothing. He just wanted to do something, his precious beautiful grey coloured feline tailing behind. He softly grazed his fingers against the rough surface of the antique walls of the mansion. A soft sigh escaped his lips, his pace sluggish and lazy, hands shoved in his pants' pockets.

Not really paying attention to where he was heading, he turned to some room with huge doors and gently pushed it open. He looked around, the place completely almost dark, except for one place. He realized soon where he was ㅡ The Library. His eyes instinctively darted towards the very faint source of light from not so far, humming quietly as he noticed a familiar face. The lit candle gave out the man's face from the surrounding darkness, as Daniel walked over to approached. He looked over to the book they read, hands gently grazing over the small bumps imprinted on the pages, and then he eyed the quiet man.

" N'doul. " He called out in a rather hushed tone as the man stopped on his reading, turning his head to face the gambler. " Daniel. " He spoke and the gambler smiled. " I see you're busying yourself with reading. " He stated, shifting his way around N'doul before taking down a seat beside him. N'doul felt something brush up against his leg, something soft and.. something purring. He soon realized what it was a chuckled, picking it up with care. " I see you've brought company. " Daniel returned the laugh, " Why yes. Do you mind her? " N'doul shook his head. " Not really. In fact, I think she'd be happy to stay. " He kindly smiled at Daniel, and the gambler felt his heart skip a beat.

N'doul hummed shortly with a subtle smile before continuing to read again. " What is it about? " Daniel curiously asked and rested his cheek on a palm, lazily gazing at the silent blind man. It was quiet for a few seconds before N'doul offered, " Would you like me to read the part where I am now? " " Feel free to do so. " And so the blind man read as he began to read, his voice would sometimes dip or rise for the characters' speeches. He watched with a gentle gaze upon him, a goofy smile subconsciously spread across his face, as he listened with intent. N'doul gentle combed the feline's fur who had rested on his lap and purred against his warm touch. He felt Daniel's intent gaze on him, pausing and asking, " Is there something on my face? " Daniel's face quickly grew red. " N- no.. keep going. "

This continued for about an hour or two, there were moments Daniel would offer to get water for the man's throat if he wanted to keep going. N'doul would decline his offer but Daniel was somewhat a step ahead, smiling fondly at the gambler's kindness and taking his drink before reading once again. In the midst of it, he had let out a quiet yawn, but he kept reading. Daniel's brows furrowed in concern. Again, N'doul had opened his mouth and another yawn had escaped, immediately apologizing, " Sorry, Daniel.. " " It's alright, " the gambler was quick to reassure him, closing the book after sliding in a bookmark. It was silent again, not until Daniel broke the ice, " N'doul.. " He called out and shook the man's shoulders who was startled and jumped a little from where he sat. " Yes..? "

The gambler pursed him lips as he stared at the other, sighing before he pulled the man close to him, letting his head rest on his shoulder as the feline hopped off the man's lap. " It's nothing. Rest if you like, " N'doul's lips curved into a smile, chuckling as he made himself comfortable. " Thank you, Daniel.. " his voice was a mere whisper and it silenced soon. Daniel gazed upon him warmly, can't helping to smile like some lovestruck idiot a the sight of him looking so peaceful. It took a while, until he heard the man softly snore. " Oh. Has he fallen asleep..? " he whispered to himself, gently shaking N'doul to wake him up, but he didn't want to. Not knowing what to do, he carefully slid an arm by N'doul's back of his shoulders, the other beneath his legs. He picked up his cane with his stand, sliding it under his arm, and put out the fire.

He made his way to the exit with the help of the full moon's shining moonlight, down the halls, to N'doul's room. He had the man softly held in his arms and Daniel couldn't help but glance everytime. The feline followed after them, meowing weakly in worry as Daniel reassured her, There were times N'doul would shift a little, and now he's facing his chest, his body huddled up as Daniel just wanted to hug him so badly. He soon got to his room, guiding N'doul to his bed and carefully put him down there. He tucked him in just like how a mother takes care of their child, despite him being younger. The cat hopped onto the mattress and curled herself at the man's foot, as Daniel stared dumbstuck. " Kitty! We have to go! " he whisper-yelled but the cat ignored him, making his groan and roll his eyes. He forced her as well but she wouldn't budge and just return to where his legs were.

" Fine, be like that then. " He turned away but then something tugged his pants. He looked down and saw the cat pulling him back in. " A- are you saying me that I should stay!? " the cat meowed a rather happily, pressing her head on the space beside N'doul. She was suggesting he should sleep beside N'doul, and the idea made the gambler red-faced. " Are you nuts!? " The cat just stared at him and he sighed, shaking his head. It took a lot of convincing before Daniel gave up, the cat threatened to wake up N'doul, that's why. Cautiously, he slipped in under the sheets, on the empty space beside the sleeping man. He laid there still, nervous as the cat came up next to his face and purred her head againsts his, telling him to relax in which he attempted. He did relax a little after a while, smiling a little as he stared at the ceiling. He faced the other side, towards the edge, so he didn't have to face N'doul.

But then, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. Daniel mentally freaked out and froze again. He felt his face go hot again as the other scooted closer to him. N'doul buried his face on Daniel's back. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God, ohGod, ohGodohGodoHGODOHGODOHGOD.' Daniel wasn't mentally prepared for this. His lips were tightly pursed, eyes shut tight. The feline didn't help at all as she took N'doul's side now. Great, now they were stuck like this. Time went so slow for Daniel but he found himself slowly succumbing under N'doul's warm embrace. Soon, he relaxed as he had completely lost himself in his warmth. He smiled softly, and held the other's arms with his, and pressed his back closer to him. He had his eyes gently shut, his heart calm, and his breathing restful. He had to admit..

This wasn't too bad at all..

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Something was off. Narancia had no clue why, but he just knew there was something off. It was dark, midnight probably, and for some reason he woke up, as if there was something calling out to him. His heart began to race uncontrollably fast as he clutched his hand over his chest, beads of sweat trickled down on his face, and his eyes restlessly darted here and there. He had no clue why he felt like this ㅡ why he was so anxious despite nothing was happening towards him. He wasn't the brightest, he usually depended on his guts or his limited knowledge. Soon, it all stopped, just as abruptly as it came. The sense of unease was still there, like a phantom. Why? Where? What could be happening for such feeling to appear in the middle of the night? Shuffling from his mattress, he threw his legs off the bed and slipped on his house slippers before standing up. It felt right. He trusted in his guts. He walked out of his room and let the feeling guide him. It wasn't long till he had appeared in front of a particular man's room.

Fugo's Room.

His face twisted into a look of confusion. What brought him here? Was there something wrong with Fugo? Either way, the questions led into a single topic ㅡ Fugo's state. He reached for the knob but froze. Pursing his lips, he sharply sucked in air through his gritted teeth as his chest rose up high and held it there. Was this the right choice? Before he could do anything, the sounds of whimpers and whispers came from the room. They were weak, soft.. fragile, their voice trembling with each word they spoke, with each breath they took, they sounded broken. They repeated the same words over and over, begging for something that Narancia couldn't clearly hear. Nonetheless, it was enough to worry the young lad as he exhaled the air he has been holding in. He twisted the knob and opened the door rather suddenly as it scared whoever was inside. His lavender-coloured irises met a pair of rosy-red irises, shaken and disturbed as his sclera was rimmed red with tears welled up and rolling down his pale cheek. The sight shocked Narancia. He's never seen Fugo act like this before. Never. But what made him like this.

He simply took a step forward and immediately Fugo had his arms covering his face and his head turned away. His eyes shut tight, letting more tears stream down, his lower lip bitten to the point a corner of if had bled. His chest rose up and lowered down hastily, short, and ragged. He was curled up into one side of his bed, body pressed against the wooden bedhead, legs kept onto his chest. This was breaking Narancia's heart. He couldn't bear witnessing his dear friend like this, this man who had been the reason he had been enlightened as a child. He began to make his way closer to Fugo, who was shaking like a leaf. An eye would peek open to look, only to shut it tight once he meets something, or someone. Fugo felt his presence getting closer and closer, the tension intensifying as he was losing himself in his fear. Narancia stretched out his arm, his hand reaching towards Fugo's in attempt to console him. Out of self-defensive instinct, he slapped Narancia's away before it touched him first, growling rather aggressively at the man. He was seeing this as some sort of hostility towards him, and he wanted to protect his own self. He backed away with every distance closed between them, growls growing louder and louder with threatening snarls. Until he had back himself into a corner.

" L- leave me alone! " Fugo cried out, pained and hurt as he didn't want to deal with this. He'd shoved himself even more to the corner, despite it being futile, as Narancia was slowly extending his arm towards Fugo. He kept trying to avoid the other's contact, smacking his hand away as he choked on the sobs he held in. Narancia slowly but gently brushed his dainty fingertips on Fugo's arm. He flinched for a mere moment before keeping his arms to himself, his hand tightly graspin onto the spot where he was touched. His eyes were wild, open wide as they looked every where. Every where, except Narancia. His breathing was shallow, barely giving him any air to calm him down, to cool his senses, and it was fast which didn't make it any better. His entire body trembled from uncontrollable fear, panic, paranoia.. he didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He just wanted to be left alone somewhere safe and secure where no one will hurt him ever again, whether it may be physical and/or emotional. " No! D- don't-- don't touch me! "

Narancia was slowly getting fed up from this teen's bullshit, but he knew he had to be tender.. caring.. kind.. just like how Bruno was to every single member of Passioné. He parted his lips, words rolling out of his tongue smooth as silk and welcoming as someone's warmth. " I'm not going to hurt you.. " was all he could say to reassure his friend. In another attempt, he reached again for Fugo and tenderly took his hand in his. The same rose red-coloured eyes met with the same rich mauve purple ones that held immense of emotions, but mostly sincere and genuine concern. Narancia gingerly laced his fingers through the others, holding them together in a firm, yet gentle grasp. " Listen to me, Fu-chan.. You're safe.. You're not alone.. You're with me, with Bruno, with Mista, with Abbachio, with Giorno.. We're all here.. " With his free hand, he brought it over Fugo's pale face as his knuckles gently brush against his flowing tears. He tenderly caressed his cheek with compassion as his lips stretched out in a reassuring, loving smile.

He expected for Fugo to push him away, prepared to take any blow.. but it never came. He felt a weak squeeze his hand, and it was enough to widen his smile. Fugo relaxed slowly, bit by bit, to the touch as the tension on his shoulders, or on his entire well-being, began to slowly disappear. As soon as they relaxed, more tears travelled down his cold cheeks, gently wiping them away with gentle, soothing brushes of his thumb. He let out a long, heavy breath as they seemed to be holding it in the entire time, a sense of relief washing his senses. He parted his lips slightly to speak, Narancia advising him to not force himself. They sat there, on the cold ground, with intent eyes staring at one another, in complete silence. Take you time, Narancia advised around once or twice as they patiently waited for Fugo. Finally, he spoke up, his voice croaked, hoarse as it sounded so tired, so exhausted, so.. terrifed. " I.. " he paused, unsure of what to next. Narancia fondly smiled at his attempt and pulled him into a welcoming hug. Fugo wasted no time and he was quick to reciprocate the kind and loving action, arms clutching onto his shoulders while Narancia had his arms wrapped by his waist, pulling him closer as he rested his head lightly on Fugo's shoulders.

" It's okay, Fu-chan.. I'm here.. "

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Bruno had left home this morning, capo duties to take care of and keeping an eye on the citizens. The rest of the gang had went somewhere else since nothing was happening. So here he, Leone Abbacchio, stayed and watched some TV. His eyes were half-lidded, dull as he lazily switched one channel to another as he couldn't find anything interesting at all. Today was rather boring, he thought and he left the TV on for a background noise. He stood up from the sofa he sat on comfortably, and he began to just walk around the room aimlessly ㅡ a habit of his. He walked where his feet would lead him, whether it'd be in someone's room or the attic, heck, even the bathroom. He just wanted to get rid of his boredom. Grabbing a broom nearby, he randomly started to sweep the rooms, even Giorno's. He hummed a small, chippy tune of a song as he didn't have his headphones, Mista stole them this morning and he swore that gunman will have a beatdown later. As soon as he was finished, he put the broom back where he got it. He casually left but he paid no mind to his surroundings.. his hips hit a small stand as he walked by, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain he felt. He paid no mind to it.. not until he heard something shatter.

He quickly turned back and stared at the ground, immediately crouching down to fix it. The floor was a mess, shards of some vragile vase were scattered everywhere, the flowers were floating on the puddle of water spreading throughout the floor. Carelessly, he began to pick up the pieces and stacked them on one palm as the other collected them. He was frantic, panicking as he tried to keep a hold of himself. One of the shards had made a cut on his palm, but he didn't care, he kept going and he wanted to clean this up as the blood dripping from his hand mixed with the puddle of water beneath. He looked around his surroundings, if there was anyone who witnessed this, and, of course, someone did. He met a pair of blue eyes staring at him in shock. He knew damn well those weren't Giorno's, but.. those belonged to Bruno's. Abbacchio had no idea how to react, he was seen by his lover ㅡ out of all people, it had to be his lover. The entire world seemed to freeze, with only him to be the person moving. He fucked up. He fucked up bad. He remembered a memory he shouldn't have.

Harshly, his back collided with a firm wall, wheezing and coughing as he fell on his knees, breathing heavily as he was desperate for air. Footsteps progessively got louder as someone apparoached, and he immediately pressed himself against the wall as his arms wrapped around himself. " Get up. " the voice strictly demanded, but he only turned away as small droplets tears were slipping down his face. A growl came from the other as he yelled and gave the frightened man a hard kick, " Are you deaf? I said: Get. Up. " the harshness in his voice made the man curl up even more beneath their feet. Laughter boomed around the empty room, laughter of mockery, but it was cut short as he grabbed a handful of Abbacchio's clothing and pulled him up and brutally shoved him against the wall. His head whipped back from the sudden forced movement and it hit against the wall, a feeling of vertigo taking over his sense as everything seemed numb. He felt a hand mercilessly crush his throat, losing his breath. He blankly stared at the other's face, twisted with hatred and anger as they shouted strings of profanities he couldn't clearly hear. It hurts. Everything hurts. The only thing he knew is that.. he could die and pain was overtaking his body. He was suddenly and unsympathetically thrown on the floor, letting out a painful cry as the tears freely flowed down his face. " Scream all you want. Nobody's gonna hear you. "

Fear and panic overtook him. Tears formed almost immediately and slid down his face, black staining his cheeks from all the mascara he had newly applied on this morning. The shards he held slipped from his grasp as the sharp edges scrape his palm, as more wounds formed and bled. His muscles tensed immensely, beads of sweat forming as they slipped down his panic-stricken face. He had no idea what to do, he wanted to run. He was afraid that he might hurt him like how it was back then. Lips trembling, they parted ways as he managed to say with his voice strained from his sobs and shallow breaths, " Please.. don't hurt.. me. " he weakly whimpered, his voice turning to mere whisper. He waited for a response, not caring as he felt so small under the man's intent stare. He shut his eyes tight, and turned away as he rocked back and forth with arms wrapped around his legs and himself. He waited for a hit, for pain, for something to ache.. but that wasn't the case.

Bruno Bucciarati was a very compassionate man.. everyone knew that. Seeing his lover tremble and cry hurt him immensely. He was aware of his past relationship, and he will not do the same mistake they did. He cautiously approached his fearful lover, not wanting to startle him, got on his knees and carefully wrapped his arms around Abbacchio's trembling body. He felt Abbacchio tense up from the touch, but soon calmed down as Bruno softly combed his lover's long, and silky white hair. He cradled the man in his arms, despite being smaller, and hummed a sweet, soft lullaby to comfort the man. He held him closely and looked over to him, as Abbacchio was staring at his partner with a dazed look. Bruno gave him a sweet, caring, motherly-like smile as he brought up his hand to gently caress his stained cheek. Abbacchio leaned against his lover's warm, caring touch, softly closing his eyes. He had calmed down, and that made Bruno relieved and glad but that didn't stop him from whispering reassuring, loving, kind words to help him feel more at ease.

" May I look at your palms..? " Bruno kindly asked in a hushed voice, as Abbacchio took some time to respond with a sluggish nod. He showed him his bloody palms, and Bruno frowned at the sight. Without a word spoken, he carried Abbacchio without breaking a sweat which totally caught the 6'2 male off guard. " What about the vase..? " he asked worriedly, his voice hoarse and weak. " That can be solved later, but for now.. " Bruno put him down on the couch gently, " We have to tend your wounds. " Abbacchio would've decline his offer but, knowing Bruno, it'd be useless. Bruno left for a moment and immediately came back with a first aid kit. He sat beside Abbacchio and he started to treat his wounds with such motherly-like tenderness and care. Abbacchio stared at him in awe, finding himself to be luckiest man in the whole world to have him by his side, although he thought he mustn't get ahead too much of himself. Bruno took notice of his troubled expression and so he asked, " What's troubling you, Leone? " He immediately caught his attention, simply by being called by his first name. He was silent at first, but he soon spoke up,

" Why.. why are you so.. " " So caring? So kind? And you think don't deserve it? " Abbacchio just stared at Bruno who had read his mind. " Leone.. you don't have to think like that.. " Bruno gently put down his lover's bandaged hands. " You deserve all the love in the world, starting with me. " He cupped his face with his hands, and pulled his face close to his. He grinned widely and gave him a quick, yet soft and loving peck on the man's lilac-coloured lips, resting his forehead against his gently.

" Ti amo, il mio amore. "

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After the fight with The Sun, a stand controlled by one of DIO's agents, the Crusaders were exhausted. As The Sun was defeated, a sudden cool breeze greeted them which immediately gave them all comfort from the cold wind as they were sweating like crazy under the painful heat a few minutes ago. They all decided to camp here for the night, bringing out the sleeping bags they brought as most of them had gone to sleep, and some decided to just stay awake and cool down for now. Kakyoin was lying down on the bare sandy terrain, eyes focused on the starry, night sky. He didn't felt like sleeping, not yet, for no reason whatsoever. He was mumbling things under his breath, his gaze shifting to one star towards another. He stopped as soon he heard the crunchy, grainy-like sounds of the sand as another had made their way near to him, shifting and shuffling as they settled down beside the redhead. Kakyoin didn't bother looking over, he knew who it already was, but he spared a glance as he saw bright, azure eyes stare at the sky that reflected its shining lights.

" Oi, Kakyoin, " he spoke with a heavy accent, and the redhead faced him completely, turning towards him. He was quiet still, waiting, as Polnareff continued, " What are your plans after kicking DIO's ass? " he questioned, curious, and turned over to the redhead who hummed in thought for a while. It took him a moment or so to answer, voice unsure as he had averted his gaze from the Frenchman. " Well, honestly.. I don't know, " he answered, gaze back to focusing on the sky as Polnareff did the same. " But.. to start, I'd go back home to my parents.. I- I miss them, Polnareff.. " Kakyoin continued to say his plans and Polnareff remained there to intently listen as he was incredibly quiet. " Second.. I'll start going back to school, and with Jotaro too! Probably make him study for real, I bet he's that type of guy who doesn't give a crap about school, " Polnareff snorted at his statement and held in a loud outburst of laughter, Kakyoin softly chuckling as Polnareff commented, " Of course! I mean, just look at his outfit. He looks edgy enough to the 'school's bad boy stereotype'. " He whispered with a goofy grin that made Kakyoin laugh for a moment once he saw that stupid grin. Their laughter soon died down and with was silent once more, enjoying one another's company. This lasted a few seconds or so, before Kakyoin broke the ice, " How about you, Polnareff? Do you have any plans after this? "

Polnareff was silent and his eyes blankly stared at the night sky. Kakyoin patiently waited for his answer. " Well, for starters, I'll go give my respects to Avdol.. he- he died saving me and I was being stupid going after the enemy so recklessly like that.. " His voice got quieter and quieter till the last bit but Kakyoin still understood what he said, and the redhead was restraining a laugh and kept a nonchalant face. " After that, I'll go back to my hometown, France! I may have lost Sherry.. but, I think, the best that I can do is keep living, for her and for myself. " He said with a rather sad smile, gaze falling off onto the sand he stared at. Kakyoin remained silent for a while, opening his mouth to speak but was cut off by the Frenchman, " Kakyoin.. " " Yes? " Kakyoin turned back to face Polnareff who was already facing him as well. It was quiet again for a few moments before he spoke up, " Je t'aime. " He intently stared at Kakyoin who was taken aback by his words. The redhead smiled widely, genuinely caring and warm as he simply responded with, " Love you too. " It was obvious that none of them showed sexual or romantic feelings towards each other. They respected all of them as friends individually. If they were to catch feelings, that would be completely fine.

Soon, the two began rambling about random stuff they could think of. It all started with sharing stories and experiences they've been through their life, like how Kakyoin had met his Hierophant Green and how life with Sherry Polnareff was like. They shared a good amount of laughter, sometimes it'd get a little sad but they had each other to look out for. This continued for a while, the rest of the gang were sleeping soundly despite the two's shenanigans in the midst of the desert. Polnareff shuddered against the coldness of the night, wrapping his arms around himself and rubbing his cold palms against his skin to make warmth. His lips were a bit pale and were trembling and so was his entire body. " O- oi, Kakyoin.. aren't you cold? " His voice was shaking, and Kakyoin couldn't help but laugh at sight rather than help him. This triggered Polnareff a little, " Hey, what's so funny? " He huffed with a pout, brows furrowed in mild anger as Kakyoin chuckled still. " I was born in the North, of Japan. I'm used to cold temperatures, " He answered with a cheeky smirk as Polnareff frowned, but soon that disappeared as he stated, " So that's why you nearly blacked out under the sun. " " Hey! Anyone would've black out from 70° Celsius! " Kakyoin responded quickly as Polnareff simply laughed, " Surprisingly, we didn't. " Kakyoin rolled his eyes playfully and handed his scarf to him afterwards to keep him a little more warm.

They began talking about the starts after that, using their knowledge about them. Polnareff had no idea what most of the stars are but he kept the stargazing activity fun as he made shapes and figures Kakyoin couldn't see or didn't realize. But as he did that, the rednead pointed to other stars and told them their names, their origins, and much more, which never failed to impress Polnareff as he still couldn't help but wonder how the fuck Kakyoin's brain store so many knowledge. This went on for approximately half an hour with them just talking and chatting the entire time, laughing and cracking jokes, sharing knowledge and dreams. It was fun, really fun, and the two weren't afraid to admit with big, cheerful grins. As they went silent, they simply enjoyed the starry view of the night sky. But from out of nowhere, Polnareff offered with a whispered voice, " Take my hand. " Kakyoin felt the other's arm extending without even touching it. He sorta laid there for a while, thought about it for a while, but he immediately took his hand after with no hesitation. They both intertwine their fingers together, both enjoying each other's warmth and the feeling of being accompanied. No words were spoken, it wasn't necessary, the acknowledgement of each other's existence was enough to make them happy. This lasted for 10 minutes and the two had fallen asleep on the sandy terrain. Neither of them minded it..

For they didn't have to be alone anymore.

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Ever since DIO had ordered N'doul to stay on guard by the Sahara desert, there was this sense of worry Alessi couldn't tell. N'doul had returned from his desert pilgrimage with that same clacking sound of his cane that alerted Alessi, they casually greet each other as N'doul took his seat beside Alessi on the musty sofa. " How's the mission? " Alessi asked as he read the book in his stand's hands. " The Crusaders had arrived on the shore, " N'doul started as that alarmed Alessi. He kept talking, " Midler's defeated, she's not dead but she was passed out where she waited for the Crusaders. " A moment of silence came between the two, not daring to say a word until Alessi broke the ice.

" You're going to battle them next, aren't you? " N'doul nodded as Alessi sorta frowned. Was this the strange worry in his guts this whole time? " You sound.. rather upset. Is there something wrong? " N'doul placed his hand gently on Alessi's shoulders, who tensed up from the touch. Alessi shook his head, " It's nothing.. Are you prepared to take them all on? " He questioned and N'doul reassuringly smiled at that with a hint of confidence, " I'm sure. You've known me more than anyone else. You know I'm not afraid of death and this is what we have been preparing for. " Alessi didn't bother shoving the guy's hand off, relaxing as he sighed and chuckled weakly, " Yeah. You're right. " " And I'll stop them before they could even get to Aswan, or Luxor, or Cairo. " N'doul grinned widely as Alessi scoffed playfully at his friend's statement.

Silence, again. N'doul's had slid down to Alessi's hand and grasped it softly. " I know what you're thinking.. I promise you I'll be alright. You've seen how I dealt with things. " " Hah. You dealt things better than me, " Alessi laughed that died down rather quick. " You suck at promises though. " He added with a sly smirk as N'doul was the one to laugh this time. " I won't break this one, I can assure you. " He said in a small fit of chuckles and Alessi rolled his eyes, " Yeah, right. We'll see about that. " Mariah had waltzed into the room they were in, happily chatting as she immediately took notice one thing that made her lips curve into a smirk, " Aw~ Aren't you two all lovey-dovey holding hands like that? " Alessi looked at his hand that held N'doul's and suddenly pulled away, " SHUT UP! YOU SAW NOTHING! " N'doul laughed and withdrew hid hand to himself. " ANYWAYS! You promise you're gonna be safe tomorrow, right!? " Alessi yelled as N'doul leaned away a little as he chuckled and responded with a smile, " I promise you ㅡ I'll be back. "

It was already afternoon and Alessi decided to go to the desert, in which everyone tried to stop him to but ended up leaving him be with DIO's permission. Mariah had tagged along as the two were pretty inseparable and they had taken a motorbike to speed towards the desert. They passed Aswan, where Anubis was assigned to attack the Crusaders. From afar, they saw a teen, a grandpa, a Frenchman, and an Egyptian holding a Boston Terrier walk around the place. That wasn't good news and Alessi knew that a bit too well. He immediately drove off to the Sahara and looked around the wide desert, calling out his name. It took seconds, to minutes, to hours.. Mariah had told him to quit but he didn't listen. Soon, they had come across by an obelisk and in front stood a familiar cane that acted like its tombstone. Alessi just stared in disbelief, unable to process of what to think. Mariah puffed out some smoke and passed a box of cigarettes towards Alessi along with a lighter. He stared at the cane blankly, lit up his cigarette, and tried to cool down. He let out a breath of smoke, parting the tobacco stick off his lips and gritting his teeth.

" Bastard. You really suck at keeping your promises. "

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Avdol had promptly invited Polnareff to dinner which was, or should be, a date.. but Polnareff was maybe a little too dense to notice that. They weren't even together yet. But, for Avdol, being with Polnareff, whether it was a date or a simple dinner between men, was enough for him. Avdol headed out of his home, not bothering to bring an umbrella as he looked up and visibly saw clusters of stars scattered thoroughly throughout the dark, night sky. He met up in front of Polnareff's home, being greeted by his sister who had opened the door and called out his brother. He rushed to the door, thanking his sister as he took his leave with Avdol after being told to have fun. Avdol led the way to the restaurant, called Trattoria Esecuzioni, which wasn't so far from Polnareff's and soon they arrived. They walked in, greeted the staff politely, and found their seats. They kept asking back and forth to each other which they should eat and what were their suggestions and it led up to not making a clear decision as they wanted to try it all, but Polnareff had told the waiter to surprise them as Avdol was dumbstruck by the Frenchman's decision but said nothing.

Minutes passed and their meal finally came, the same blond waiter from before casually holding up the tray with a single hand. He placed it on their table and the sudden delicious scent of the food overtook their sense of smell as their mouths watered in hunger. " We have Chicken Puttanesca, Pasta with Prosciutto and Spinach, Italian Sausage Soup, Baked Bolognese Risotto.. " the waiter trailed off as he finished putting down the dishes, " And we have Melon-flavoured Gelo, Blueberry with Wine Sorbet, and Raspberry and Blackberry Gelato that will be served later as dessert. " As the waiter spoke, finished and glanced at the men, he just watched them eat their meal as they all make eye contact. Polnareff swallowed the bit he was eating and widely grinned at the waiter and gave him a thumbs up, followed by Avdol who asked, " How much that will be? " They talked about the price and, once they had a reasonable price to agree on, the waiter made his leave. Shouldn't there be an assigned price for the meals? Well, you see.. the price really depends on the restaurant's mood, and it's making people mostly wander why it hasn't shut down yet.

While eating their dinner, Polnareff couldn't help but go crazy complimenting how delicious the dishes were, and mostly the desserts for he had a sweet tooth. Avdol would simply chuckle at his energetic outbursts and calmly kept eating the delicious treats. A green-headed man had handed them the check of their price and Avdol almost immediately paid, along with a tip as well as Polnareff who gave a rather large tip, but it was for the staff to share. After being done with their meal, they kindly thanked the staff and opened the single front door of the restaurant. But then, some lightning struck from afar and followed after was the deafening clap of the thunder. The sound startled Avdol, jumping a tiny bit from where he stood and scooted closer to Polnareff out of instinct to hide from loud noises. The Frenchman noticed his discomfort and took hold of his hand immediately and gave it a reassuring squeeze and made direct eye contact with the Egyptian, whose face turned completely red in a second. They both make their way to the sidewalk and walked down the street with their hands still clasped together.

As they walked, a sudden downpour of heavy rain came out of nowhere. Quickly, Avdol pulled up his jacket and over their heads to shield him and Polnareff from the rain. They didn't really have any other options so they made a run for it because none of them had a brought an umbrella. Avdol didn't want to admit but he was displeased by the sudden appearance of the rain, a frown plastered on his face with brows creased ever so slightly. He didn't hate the rain, but he never liked it either, though he does hate it when it makes immediate arrivals. He was pretty grumpy but then, he saw Polnareff getting farther from the jacket he had held up to avoid getting wetter than before. The Frenchman had ran straight right into the rain, arms slightly spread out as he seemed to enjoy the feeling of cold droplets crash against his pale skin with the cool breeze brush against him. He was laughing, giggling like some child he was at heart and Avdol intently watched him and stopped on his tracks, soft, awestruck caramel-coloured eyes staring at gleeful Frenchman have fun under the awful weather. Despite the rain making him feel uncomfortable ㅡ the strong crashes of the water droplets on him, his clothes soaking wet, the breeze sending shivers down his spine from the cold, and many more.. he couldn't help but smile like some lovestruck fool at the sight of his crush acting so childishly adorable.

Polnareff ran up ahead after sparing a glance towards Avdol that mockingly told him to keep up with a cocky grin that teased the Egyptian who came dashing after the Frenchman and letting out a loud, unrestrained laugh. They ran and ran, nearly slipping a few times from the concrete pavement but that didn't stop them. They arrived soon back in Polnareff's home, as he had offered for Avdol to stay after he declined so many times before giving up. Sherry had opened the door and quickly ushered them inside as soon as she saw them. Water dripped onto the floor, making small puddles that Sherry would be frustrated dealing with later as the men's bodies and clothes were completely soaked. Genuine, joyful smiles adorned their faces and they made their way to Polnareff's room. The room was small, but it was very cozy and welcoming nonetheless. Avdol couldn't stop staring at Polnareff who busied himself with picking out clothes, and he questioned himself, ' Why do men look 20% hotter when wet..? ' He bit his lower lip as his eyes intently gazed at Polnareff without his notice.

He first took notice of the man's beautiful, disheveled white hair which was long than he had expected. He's never seen Polnareff with his hair down but, he'd loved to admit it suited him, though today he wasn't in such of a pretty mood because of the rain.. but he is kinda thankful of it because it showed him such a beautiful side of the Frenchman. Putting that aside, he stared at the man's well-built body beneath his drenched clothes, outlines of his biceps and triceps obvious from his soaked clothing, heck.. his chest looked glorious, thEM TIDDIES-- yup. Tiddies. His gaze slowly moved downwards but then- " Avdol? " The staring Egyptian man jumped up from where he stood and his eyes swiftly turned their attention to meet a pair of kind azure eyes. " Y- yes? " Avdol accidentally spoke a bit too strained but Polnareff paid no attention to it though as he held up a pair of dry clothing, " Do you think this'll fit you? " He gave a half shrug and a half nod, taking the clothes immediately and dashed off to the bathroom and, surprisingly, he actually got there without asking.

Avdol walked out of the bathroom, mostly dry as he was wearing the dry pajamas Polnareff offered to him, and his hair was loose as he had taken them out of their knots and ponytail. As he exited, he saw Polnareff staring at him, specifically the hair and then waved his hand in front of him, snapping him out of his dazed-state, " Oh! Sorry, Avdol. I haven't seen you with your hair down. " He gave a sheepish grin that struck Avdol's heart that was weak for Polnareff in many ways. Avdol simply smiled warmly and sweetly, placing a hand over the Frenchman's shoulder, " It's alright. I could say the same to you as well. " Polnareff's face turned a little red then he thought of something stupid. He walked to the doorframe and leant against it, an arm above his head, the other hand was daintily. A smirk formed on his lips with roguish intent, his eyes glinting by the dim light in the room. " So.. do I look.. s e x y ? " He playfully asked, laughing at himself but stopped as he heard a very serious answer from Avdol. The Egyptian man pinned him by the door frame, slightly looming over Polnareff now that he looked taller when the Frenchman's hair was brought down.

Deep, yet warm and soft caramel eyes bore into his soul, sending shivers down his spine as he had pressed his back against the frame. His smirk was gone, moving to Avdol's as he answered, " I do. Very much, mon cherie~ " He leant forward and huskily whispered by his ear, his warm breath tickling the Frenchman. After pulling away, he bursts out into a laugh which completely caught Polnareff off of his guard. " S- sorry! I couldn't help but tease while I still had the chance-- " he paused and saw the Frenchman just staring at him with an unreadable question that made Avdol a little worried and uncomfortable. Was Polnareff mad? God, he hoped he wasn't. The Frenchman grabbed a handful of cloth by the pajamas' collar and pulled the Egyptian man down, smashing his lips against him so suddenly. It wasn't so smooth at first, teeth clashing against each other, their hearts racing and their body pressing against each other roughly. It may have been that but it felt like heaven. Avdol had felt like he was flying high, as if fireworks blasted around them as the feeling of warmth, joy, and many more emotions he had hidden from the man rose in his heart. Polnareff pulled away after a few good seconds, panting rather heavily and he was just as wide eyed as Avdol was. That felt invigorating. He's never felt so much adrenaline run through his veins.

Wild azure eyes met with calm caramel eyes as the two were back with staring each other. Neither of them spoke, unsure of what to say. They didn't want to ruin the mood, and it was getting rather passionate. The silence stretched for a few more seconds before Avdol cleared his throat which obviously broke the ice. " I.. I have a question.. " he mumbled, sounding a little anxious as their eyes began darting here and there. Polnareff was quiet, anticipating for Avdol's question with a racing heart beating from nervousness. " M- may I kiss you again? " Polnareff's answer was almost immediate as he spoke up with a simple, " Yes. " Avdol's mind went into a mix of panic and party mode, chaos ensued in his head as he felt like he's just won the lottery, but the rising feeling of joy unmistakably grew in chest. Polnareff was patient, he waited, eyes closed softly and waited for the same warm and soft touch of the other's lips, and he was rather calm.. so much for his inner self freaking out from excitement. Avdol trusted in his gut, he's never kissed anyone in his entire life and this was a new experience for him. He drew in closer, inclined his face toward his, and gently, softly, tenderly laid his mouth over his mouth.

The rest is up to your imagination.

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Two men lied down on he fields in the mid-daylight, eyed up as a gentle, cool breeze flew by and brushed the short, silky blades of grass along with their figures. They were silent, quite, the only thing that could be heard from them were calm and quiet breaths. How long has it been they had lied there? Two hours? Three? Both men weren't sure. Birds flew and chirped cheerfully, flowers bloomed gracefully, the river flowed smoothly. Everything seemed perfect, and it was. " Hey, Alessi, " one of them spoke, voice low and husky yet reserved and quiet. A hum followed after the call, a small permission for the man to continue, " how're you? And the rest? " The other, named Alessi, cracked a smile then answered, " Fine. I couldn't care much about the others, " A small laugh came from the soft-spoken man. " Really? How about Mariah? " " She's good, still annoying as always. " Alessi casually answered and stared at the bright blue sky. Silence came back again, and it wasn't new ㅡ their conversations had been like this ever since the day they first met.

But Alessi spoke up soon, " How about you? " The other smiled and met Alessi's attentive gaze, his smile widening as he felt it. " Pretty great. Old man Gray is here and so is Devo. And Enya is here too. " He answered gaze turning back up, as Alessi scoffed. " 's that so? That's good to know. " A soft chuckle came from the other as it turned into a laugh. Alessi cocked a brow up and questioned, " What's so funny? " " It's nothing. You've never cared like this before, " the other snickered as Alessi huffed, speaking up, " Excuse you, I always do. I just never show it. " The other hummed a playful and doubting tone, annoying Alessi as one of their usual playful banters started again. But it quickly ended with them laughing, grinning widely as Alessi stared at the other's warm, innocently laughing face. But the other had caught the other's silence and then asked, " Is there a problem, Alessi? " Alessi shook his head, " No. But I have a question, " " Spill the beans, Lessi. "

" When will you be back, N'doul? " The question was almost sudden, silencing the world and everything. No reply yet after a couple of seconds or so, causing Alessi to sigh but they felt something grasp their hand. He looked down, saw the N'doul's hand holding his, and he turned to the him with a wistful smile. N'doul was smiling too, but with genuine love and care as it melted the man's heart.

" Soon, Lessi. I will return. "

And then the world get engulfed in a blinding flash of light.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of the monitor's beeps rang obnoxiously in his ears. The world was black and so he opened his eyes, vision obscured but was soon cleared out as he rubbed his eyes, a pang of pain hitting his arm. Where was he? His gaze turned here and there, silent as he registered in his mind of where he was. Then he looked over to his arms and legs, that were bandaged, and to the metallic desks on the sides. He was in a hospital. ' Funny, ' he thought, as he clearly remembered what happened earlier ㅡ the warm rays of sunlight warming him up, the cool breeze to balance the heat, the birds and their chirps, the flowers that bloomed, the river that gently flowed, and.. the warmth of N'doul's hand.
" Soon, Lessi. I will return. "

Those words echoed in his mind, over and over until tears had began to flow down his face. " Stupid, stupid, stupid. " He sneered to himself as he choked on his sobs and held them in. He questioned to no one, other than himself, " Just how stupid are you..? " He groaned, tears soaking the bandages. He coughed shortly, trying to curl up into a ball but only to inflict pain on himself. " Fuckin' idiot.. " He weakly whispered to himself, tears flowing nonstop as they had wet the pillow he rested his head on. He mumbled something, something that terribly ached him as he looked much more hurt than before..

" It was only just a dream. "

In the midst of the desert, there stood a lovely yet lonely cane.

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" Wh- why are you wearing that..? " Jonathan managed to speak, face flushed red as his eyes remained on the man standing in front of him. He swore to himself that he wouldn't lose composure butㅡ this? This was too much. In front of him, stood a very elegant, gorgeous, beautiful, lithe blond man who had worn.. stuff he shouldn't have, especially during at work in the middle of the day. He wore a black, laced and tight lingerie from below his gropable chests to his.. delicates, although his smooth, pale butt was bare, dusted with a shade of pink. His torso was wrapped in a bondage rope that let his chest and bulging delicates stand out. He also was wearing fishnets and black three inched stilettos, a maid headband rested on top of his golden, silky, long hair. Jonathan cleared his throat, using all of his willpower to turn away with a fidgeting hand that loosened the tie around his neck. " Oh God, no. You need to go and change. " He mentally panicked and slipped off his tuxedo, leaving him in a white buttoned blouse tucked in his jeans. Once he opened his eyes, Dio wasn't there in front of him anymore ㅡ instead, he was sitting on Jonathan's work desk, leg resting above the other, hips tilted a little to show his bare ass, with a dark, teasing grin. Jonathan's face grew brighter and redder, if that was possible, gulping as he felt terribly hot. Though, it wasn't his face that was also heating up.. and you know where the other is. Dio chuckled huskily, amused at his lover's stiffness and embarrassment seen from his face, and he decided to tease more.

He sassily cocked a brow up and put down his leg, leaning back with his arms' support while his legs began to part bit by bit, " Why, dear Jonathan?~ Because all you really want is to bend me over the counter and- " Sudden, he was cut off with two hands grasping his head and hips before flipping him over and his chest colliding against the cold, wooden desk and let out a shocked gasp. He struggled under the strong, forceful grasp, but stopped as he felt Jonathan press his chest on his back, his hips by his naked butt, and his face near his from behind. He felt a shiver run up and down his spine, a shaky exhale as he felt the Joestar's warm breath tickle the lobe of his ear and the man huskily whispered in a gruff yet soft voice, " Fuck you senselessly until you go numb? " The blond audibly gulped as he trembled under the larger man, tensing up as he heard him darkly chuckle. " My, my Dio.. Who knew I could make you tremble so quickly.. it was only for a few seconds.. " He leaned closer, a certain part pressing against some.. rim that made the submissive blond whimper, as he felt a tender kiss plant on his reddened cheeks. " And yet.. here you are, desperate.. " " S- so are you.. " Dio, being the stubborn man he was, remarked with a cheeky grin and turned his face to the side to meet the Joestar's, but his face almost immediately paled. Jonathan stared down at him with dullened, cold cobalt eyes that held a spark of mischief and malicious intent that sparkled in his eyes, lips curved into a tiny, disappointed frown due to Dio's stubbornness, but curving soon into an amused, Cheshire grin from his words.

" You did this to me.. you might as well.. pay for it. " Jonathan licked his lips, a hungry gaze staring at Dio's lithe frame. He pulled his body away but wasted no time as he demanded with a voice strict and cold, " Off the table, pet. " Dio was quick to oblige, scrambling his feet as he backed off the table and stood aside while the gentleman made his way towards it and sat down on the very desk. The two met eyes as silenced stretched throughout the room, before Jonathan had broken it and spread his own legs slightly, " This cock isn't going to please itself, sweetheart. " Dio immediately understood and his face blushed brighter, making his way to Jonathan and stared at the man's impressively.. large.. bulge. He reached towards the man's fly with his hands that were promptly slapped away as he flinched and met Jonathan's intense gaze, " No hands, dear. Only your mouth. Understood? " He spoke, his voice forever soft yet it held some kind of aggression in them, in which Dio didn't paid much attention to and nodded. He got on his knees, and lightly set his hands upon Jonathan's thick thighs, leaning in close as he let his mouth do the work like he was instructed to. His teeth grasped onto the zipper and pulled it down, to reveal a bulging cock soaked in precum. Did Jonathan just got turned on immediately by what he wore? Bright, pleading amber eyes stared up to to Jonathan, who quietly sighed and helped slipping off his own pants and unbuckling his belt. He left Dio to do the honors of slipping off the man's underwear and so he gladly took the opportunity.

He pulled down his underwear and set free a massive cock that stood rather proudly in front of him, erect and hard as platinum steel. Dio stared at it first in awe, the size never failed to surprise the blond no matter how many times he had seen it or had it shoved up inside him. Without a word, he straightened his back to elevate his head a bit so he was tall enough to take it in. Softly, he pressed his lips on the tip before parting them and slickly sliding down and straight down into a deepthroat. A groan came from the Joestar as he could feel his cock get wrapped in a warm sensation that pleased his senses. Dio slowly bopped his head, his mouth sliding in and out of the large girth, lips swollen and plump, wet with precum and saliva. Jonathan bit his lower lip, but that didn't prevent his heavy breathing.. he only needed to muffle the noise, they were at work after all. Dio swirled his tongue around the massive thing, a hand reaching for his balls and fondled with them tenderly yet sensually. Jonathan's breath got caught in his throat for a mere moment, a breathy moan coming from him as he tried to silence the rest which were mostly heaving panting and grunting. The blond opened his eyes and stared up at the man succumbing in pleasure, the sense of pride growing in his chest as it was seen in his eyes..

Jonathan saw that cocky pride of his. He slid a hand behind Dio's head and tugged on the man's soft golden locks of hair before mercilessly thrusting deep in his throat. Dio gagged for a moment, taken aback first of the sudden iniative as he felt the tip Jonathan's cock press the back of his throat. It didn't take too long for Jonathan until he gave one last thrust in the man's warm throat before releasing his thick load. Instinctively, he swallowed them all as some remained on his tongue as Jonathan pulled out. The gentleman smiled widely, satisfied.. but not quite enough yet. " Good boy, Dio. You've done an excellent job, " He sweetly praised his beloved blond lover, giving him a soft peck on the forehead as the said lover nuzzled against the crook of his neck, making the man chuckle as he assisted Dio to stand up. " For your reward.. I shall let you decide; do you want me to be gentle or rough? " He held Dio closely, sweetly whispering into his ear as he met the other's loving.. lustful gaze. He unwrapped himself from the other's arms before bending down on his desk and showing off his delicious looking bare ass. " Please, master.. please be rough with me.. " Dio looked desperate, he begged for it, pleaded to be pleased. He didn't come here for nothing, y'know? Jonathan grinned, delighted from his lover's behavior as it soon turned into a mischievous smirk. " Very well.. if that's what you want, then I shall give it to you. "

His hand traced over Dio's smooth ass, giving his asscheeks a few squeeze before parting them to prepare his tight rim.. but it seemed like it was unnecessary. " You have prepared yourself? " " O- of course.. I didn't come here in this get up for nothing.. " Dio meekly replied as he could feel Jonathan's burning gaze focused on Dio's readied entrance, leaking with lube as he licked his lips and smirked darkly. He gently placed his hands on his lover's thin waist and aligned his cock at his tight entrance. Dio bucked his hips and turned to glance at Jonathan, as it was a small sign to let him slide in and so the gentleman followed. Slowly and carefully, his cock pushing themselves inside and eliciting a weak yet long moan from the submissive blond, as he felt his knees go weak. Without any warnings heeded or needed, Jonathan began mercilessly pound in Dio. The blond screamed as he received the first hard thrusts up his ass, turning into a moaning mess as he immediately lost himself in the immense pleasure. But his mouth was suddenly shut by Jonathan, still slamming his dick deep inside Dio, and his fingers inserted themselves in Dio's mouth as he sucked on them rather hungrily, humming and biting onto them to muffle his moans. " F- fuck! JoJoㅡ h- harder, please! " Dio cried, desperate for much much more, adrenaline rushing through his veins, rhythmically slamming his ass against Jonathan. Jonathan grinned through his grunts and huffs, leaning down and playfully nibbling Dio's ear before whispering, " As you wish darling~ " He trailed down the crook of Dio's neck, ruthlessly biting down that let Dio whine and tear up a little as he felt tiny fangs dig onto his pale skin. As Jonathan pulled away, he gently licked the bruising mark as it slightly bled.

The two continued their very heated and sensual and intense make out session, who were completely unaware of the people who had barged in without warning. Erina Pendleton had walked in to discuss some matter with Jonathan, files in her hand which she had dropped once her eyes witnessed the scene. Robert E.O Speedwagon was with Erina, he decided to accompany her to her walk to Jonathan's office, accidentally getting to see something he shouldn't have. While the two hadn't noticed their presence, they immediately picked up the paper Erina had dropped before leaving without a word and locking the door just so no pure, innocent souls get to witness such animalistic behavior between the boss and his secretary.

Jonathan relentlessly pounded still in Dio but he was soon losing his pace, getting sloppy and slower as he getting closer to his limit. This kept on going for a few minutes and Dio was the first to cum, catching Jonathan off guard once he saw the stain on his desk, laughing breathlessly as he remarked, " D- did you just cum dry? " Dio replied with nothing but moans and mewls, only to encourage Jonathan to keep going and finally he had came as well. Jonathan heavily exhaled as his load was once again released, pressing himself on Dio as they remained connected and fell onto the carpet. Both were breathing heavily, trying to process how intense the intercourse was. " D- Dio.. " Jonathan weakly whispered, his chin resting on Dio's shoulders whose head turned to face him, sweaty and flushed red with a bit of tears flowing down which Jonathan sweetly kissed away. " What.. ? " The blond groaned, pleased but tired as he squirmed at the feeling of having his ass filled and leaking with his lover's love juice. He felt lightheaded too, seeing stars and his vision was obscure, unable to clearly see Jonathan's smiling face which he returned with ease, knowing how much of a softie the big man was. " I love you. " The gentleman beamed brightly and kissed Dio's soft, smooth lips for a moment, earning a chuckle from the blond. Then, Dio leaned in and gave Jonathan a rather passionate and loving kiss, both grinning as he whispered, out of breath,

" I love you too, bastard. "

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It was high noon. The sun was harshly beating down on the land, its heat intense as some nearly dried off and collapsed, heck, some of small patches of grass died down from the heat. Diego considered himself rather lucky, resting inside a cave large enough for his precious horse to fit in and rest. He fanned himself with own hand and restlessly kept adjusting the collar wrapped around his neck, itching to get it off as he was uncontrollably sweating. He even had his gloves off, sleeves rolled up, and his helmet on the ground. He even tied up his shoulder-length dirty blond hair. The water from his canteen was almost out and the town wasn't so far from where he delayed his ride because of the goddamned sun he kept cursing at under his breath with some colourful words from his homeland. The sound of hooves trotting at incredible, rushed speed was heard from not so far, as Diego could hear them getting louder and louder.. and also closer.

Oh shit.

The first thing he saw was a silhouette coming towards him at light's speed, and second was pitch black darkness.

" Fanculo! Mamma Mia! " exclaimed a man in a heavy Italian accent as he pulled his beloved horse to a halt after scaring another one of its kind that nearly ran off after waking it up from its beauty sleep. The sound of shifting leather and maybe some jingles of some sort, a soft thud came onto the dry ground as he winced at the sight. He immediately backed his ride away and set them down under the shade before picking up Diego who had appeared to passed out with a mark of a horseshoe right in the middle of his face with a bleeding nose, and the stranger was pretty damn sure his Valkyrie had trampled on them much more than that out of the adrenaline rush of getting out of the sun. " Uh.. shit, I really should get them to town but.. " he trailed off as he turned to the vast land under the sun's killing light, cringing a bit. After contemplating about everything, he strapped the unconscious man on their horse, after grabbing his helmet and gloves, and grabbed the horse's leash while jumping onto his own horse, heaving out a heavy sigh.

Then they left off to the town, despite the extreme, fiery heat.

After a while, or what it seemed like to Diego, he had finally woken up, vision firstly obscure but clearing his vision as he rubbed his eyes, though he felt a bit of pain as he moved his arms. Wait a second. Pain? Where the hell was he even? This wasn't the cave he settled in earlier. He looked out to see the sky golden orange with the sun setting down over the horizon. Just how long was he passed out? He looked over to his arms that were bandaged, his legs beneath the thin sheet blanket he was tucked in earlier, and everything surrounding him. Why the hell was he in a hospital? He kept asking questions to himself, scratching the back of his head with his brows creased in confused frustration. He wasn't even wearing his turtleneck jumper, only wearing a plain grey tank top and his chest was bandaged beneath. He was even barefoot but fortunately his boots were beside the bed he slept on. He slipped off the bed and wore his boots and gloves he retrieved from the night stand beside his bed, mumbling incoherent words under his breath before lastly questioning, " Who the hell brought me here? "

As if on cue, the door swung open with someone singing some random song which Diego wouldn't even consider a song, but the singer's voice was familiar. Too familiar. He hoped it wasn't whom he thought about. He kept silently hoping and finished tying up his dark riding boots before looking up and going pale at the sight of the person in front. Not completely intentional as the man kept singing, he suddenly screamed at the man's presence alone. The singing man stopped and joined in the scream as both eyes were just deeply focused at each other. Oh God, do they even know that the whole building could hear their screams? This went on for thirty seconds flat, out of breath and they still got each other in their sights. It was silent afterwards, only for a moment before Diego yelled, his voice going an octave higher which made the other try not to laugh, " You! What are you doing here!? " He couldn't believe it. Out of all people to be here in the very same room as him, it just had to be him - Gyro Zeppeli.

The Italian laughed that sounded strained and very awkward as his eyes averted from the Englishman. He could feel Diego's burning yet cold gaze focused on him and it was very uncomfortable. " I- uh.. " he started unsure on how to explain this despite the entire event that happened hours ago was very easy to elaborate. Diego remained silent and patiently waited for his answer, and Gyro sighed quietly before putting down a wooden basin which he was holding since he came in that a damp towel in it with a another smaller basin in it filled with water. Diego looked over at it and then thought, ' Was he taking care of me? No. That couldn't be it. ' but easily shook off the said thought. " I may or may have not trampled you with Valkyrie, my horse, and may or may have not fractured some of your bones AND also I may have or not nearly crushed your balls. " Gyro grinned at him widely that had the same forced attitude and awkwardness as Diego just cringed at what he just had to hear.

Now that he told him about it, he remembered now; the burning heat of the sun, the cool shade in the cave, and the sound of hooves hitting the ground at such an alarming speed with a silhouette from afar scarily getting closer and closer. " That was you!? " He exclaimed, his voice again still an octave higher from his normal voice, and Gyro just nodded. " You can't completely blame me. It was so goddamn hot under the sun, and it was noon out of all, I was just rushin' to get shade. " Diego glared at him, it was cold but it somewhat didn't show any hostility. He clicked his tongue and turned away, standing up straight away which was a very bad idea. He felt immense pain explode in his legs that made him lose his balance and fell forward, but he was caught by the Italian instantly. " Valkyrie might've also fractured your legs. " He explained as it only made Diego's glare even colder and harsher. Gyro could just feel the tension weighing heavier as he still held Diego in his arms but neither of them really talked about that and he decide to lighten up the mood a little a harmless joke, " Hey, at least you ain't gonna be Johnny. " " Don't compare me with that kid. " Diego scowled, expressions sour, and his voice sounding like a growl.

" Alright, alright. Sorry. " Gyro loudly and obnoxiously sighed and placed him down back on the bed, frustrated he was dealing with this kid. Diego huffed and crossed his arms, wincing a little in pain. It was quiet again, Gyro had him lie down again and grabbed the wet handtowel and squeezed most of the water out of it before tending to Diego even though his wounds were already aided. Usually, Diego would've stopped him, but for some reason he liked the attention on him and how he was getting spoiled. " Oi, Zeppeli, " he called out in a mumble and the Italian cocked up a brow, nonchalantly dabbing the other's face. " Where's the crippled bastard? " " He has a name, segaiolo. " Gyro frowned a little as Diego only scoffed and smirked rather smugly, meeting the other's disdainful gaze on him as Gyro stood up and put away the damp towel in the basin. He was about to leave, heading towards the door before Diego had stopped him with calling out his name, " Gyro. " He came to a halt and turned around.

" What is it..? " He sounded rather annoyed, crossing his arms and leaned against the doorway, but his sassy façade quickly disappeared as he saw something on Diego's face he'd never thought he'd see. The usually scowling and frowning Brando looked actually neutral and calm for once, and he wasn't sure if it was his imagination but he saw a hint of some kind of softness in his expressions. " Why.. why did you help me out? " He questioned, eyes avoiding his, looking quite embarrassed which definitely got Gyro shook. He hesitated to answer, because he did ask himself the same question ever since he's been treating the bastard. He walked back in, sitting on the floor beside Diego's bed. " Honestly, I'm not so sure myself, " he started and got Diego's attention, so he continued, " I just couldn't leave you there, all knocked out because it was my fault. So.. uh, I brought you here. " " Wait- is Silver Bullet alright!? " Diego immediately asked, obviously worried for his horse as he grabbed the collar of his leather coat and pulled him close, scared from the sudden actions of the Englishman.

Gyro raised his hands up defensively and backed his head away from Diego, " Yeah, yeah! They alright! They're in the stables with Johnny, and they all get along pretty well. " He got a sigh of relief from Diego who loosened his grip on the Italian and backed off to his bed and lied his head down on the pillow. " That's good to hear. I can't afford to lose him. " He sighed and blankly looked up at the ceiling. Silence stretched out between them, as talking didn't seem so necessary. Gyro had his head rested on the edge of the bed, looking at the window, staring at the orange glow shining throughout the room. He moved his eyes towards Diego who still stared at the ceiling, but then his attention turned towards to Gyro. They stared for a moment in silence before Diego sighed lightly and spoke up, " Hey, Zeppeli. "

" Yeah? "

" Thanks.. for treating me nicely. "

" ..not a problem, Brando. "

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Noriaki Kakyoin slumped over his work desk at home, slamming his forehead over and over on the wooden surface and groaning annoyingly. He breathed heavily and his body shook rather aggressively. His leg was restlessly bouncing, tapping the edge of his ballpen on the desk unrhythmically, with eyes looking here and there apprehensively. There was nothing wrong, or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself. He just didn't want to worry others, especially his parents. It's just that school was putting him on edge and making him uneasy being buried under an amount of pressure he never thought was possible. He slammed his hands onto the desk, causing a stinging pain to linger on his palms for a while, before kicking a nearby trash bin and let all the crumpled papers and random plastic wrappers litter the floor. He couldn't care less about it, he'll have Hierophant clean it and his parents weren't home. Speaking of Hierophant, due to his.. situation, its tendrils were scattered throughtout the room, some of them may have reached out his door but he didn't care. He stomped towards his bed and let himself collapse on the mattress, faceplanting on the only pillow on his bed, and he just lied there. He was all alone, nothing but the faint sound of him breathing and the shuffling of his stand's tendrils were only to be heard around the room.

Until the doorbell rang which scared the shit out of him and made him jump off his bed and scream for a short moment before stancing into some random pose and warily looked around. It took him a moment to realize that someone was downstairs as the doorbell rang again, startling him again. He kept his cool, or attempted to, and made his way downstairs. It shouldn't be his parents, they just left home and said they'll be home late so who could it be? He made his way downstairs, feet heavily as he seemed to sway here and there with every step. Once he got to the door, he rested his body by the wall and lazily grabbed the knob and opened it. He immediately stood up straight once he saw who stood in front of the door, immediately combing his hair with his fingers and yelping whenever he accidentally tugged on his hair. After he was done, he still looked like a mess and forced himself to smile at the man in front, " J- Jotaro! I didn't expect you to come here- " But he froze at the other's cold gaze staring at him. He nervously gulped and tried to keep his smile, but the glare from his friend seemed to get much colder and scarier. " C- come in.. " stuttered he as he moved away to let him in, and so the teen made his way inside and shut the door. The redhead immediately turned away to avoid meeting Jotaro's intent gaze and glares towards him, and he quietly sighed and let his smile falter in a blink of an eye.

" Is there anything you'd like? We got chips and some sodas.. " Kakyoin trailed off and walked over to the cabinet by their kitchen, clicking his tongue and furrowing his brows. " Nevermind, we're out of chips.. Sorry, " He closed the cabinet doors and walked to the fridge, looking inside and smiled for a brief moment of gratefulness and picked out a can of some random beer. " Well, I got beer, " and he picked up another can, though it was soda and it was opened, " and an opened Mountain Dew.. which one would you like? " He flashed a tired grin at Jotaro. The dark teen walked over and grabbed the beer, causing Kakyoin to chuckle as he shut the fridge door and took a sip of the fizzy drink. " Of course, the beer.. " he mumbled before he fell silent. Jotaro opened the can and promptly took a swift sip of it, then tried to not cringe at the awful flavor of the drink which he succeeded in doing so. " So, Jotaro.. " the smaller man began and Jotaro silently eyed him. " What brings you here..? " Kakyoin questioned before taking another sip of his drink, his eyes falling on the can he held and blankly staring at it, spacing out. He jumped up from where he stood when he felt Jotaro nudge his shoulder gently, amethyst eyes frantically shooting towards a pair forest green eyes looking back at him with concern. He froze once more, gripping onto the can he held tightly and nearly spilling out the soda containing it before he turned away.

" I'm worried, Kakyoin. " Jotaro firmly spoke, still sounding all deep and cool, but there was a hint of concern in the tone of his voice. The redhead said nothing and quiety sipped from his dented can, obviously avoiding the teen's worry. Jotaro wasn't the type of guy to know how to handle this situations and all he could really do to get Kakyoin's attention was to nag him obnoxiously by calling his name over and over and even poking the guy. That tactic went on for a while until Kakyoin finally snapped. He slammed his drink on the counter they stood nearby and aggressively stomped a foot on the floor as he turned to face Jotaro. His face was red, his eye was twitching, his teeth was gritted, and his fists were clenched. Jotaro had to admit, this kind of Kakyoin scared him. " Will you just shut up!- " He yelled, brimming with anger and raising a fist out of rage. He launched a punch towards Jotaro, only to be stopped by Star Platinum's hand manifesting on his chest, as it allowed the teen to get closer and let his arms wrap around Kakyoin. The redhead writhed and squirmed under the ravenhead's tight embrace, shouting and demanding to be let go, but withe every demand his wrap around him got simply tighter. After a while, Kakyoin stopped struggling, and with a heavy sigh he admitted his defeat, resting his head by Jotaro's muscular pectorals.

They remained in their position for a while, and Jotaro spoke in a low-whisper, " I care about you, Noriaki. " Kakyoin felt his heart skip a beat and blood rush up to his face, his cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment as he had tried to process those words. And Jotaro has never called him by his first name.. the way he said it sounded so natural to his ears, it's as if he was meant to say it. He left himself speechless. He closed his eyes and eased up under Jotaro's tender embrace, and he'd never thought he'd get to see such a soft, loving side of this angsty, edgy teen.. but then again, he risked his life to save his mother. " S- should we go up to your room..? " He suggested with his voice weak, and soft-spoken as he tried to not startle Kakyoin who rested comfortably in his arms. The redhead looked up to him, chin resting on his chest as Jotaro's head screamed, ' C U T E ! ' and tried to surpress his overjoyed feelings. " Sure.. " Kakyoin mumbled and Jotaro loosed his wrap but Kakyoin remained close to him which confused the tall child. " Uh.. Kakyoin? " " Carry me, Jotaro. " the redhead suddenly requested and caught Jotaro off-guard, face turning red, but it was shadowed by the brim of his cap. " Alright, only just because it's you. " With one swift move, he had lifted Kakyoin off his feet and carried him bridal style as Kakyoin pointed out where to go. 

Once Jotaro had arrived in Kakyoin's room, he nearly dropped the man from all the mess as Kakyoin went, " Oh.. I forgot about this.. Sorry.. " He meekly apologized and Jotaro shrugged nonchalantly and walked in, " It's alright, you don't have to call Hierophant to clean up the mess. " " Hieropha- how did you know I was going to call Hierophant out? " Kakyoin looked over to Jotaro, flabbergasted as the dark teen blankly stared back at him, blinking a couple of times before shrugging. " Dunno, might've learned that from gramps. Do you want me to put you down? " Kakyoin shook his head and curled up in Jotaro's strong, muscly arms. Jotaro then shifted into a position more comfortable and kept Kakyoin lying down in his arms. " Do you.. feel better now? " He questioned, slightly raising both of his brows. Kakyoin was quiet for a while, gaze tearing away from Jotaro as it moved to his fidgeting hands. " I guess.. I'm not.. entirely sure.. " He spoke in a whisper, even weaker than that as he was entirely mostly quiet. Jotaro looked uneasy at first, thinking of a way to cheer him up and then his eyes widened once he realized. " I think I just know how. " He said as Kakyoin looked at him confused, at first, " What do you mean?- " he cut himself off after realizing, shaking his head as he began to beg, " Don't do it. Please. You better not do it. " And just as he said that..

All Jotaro could do is smile.

He chuckled softly and cradled Kakyoin timidly as the redhead couldn't help but smile back. Jotaro weakly laughed as he saw the teen tried to hide his laugh but it was pointless now that he saw it, " You finally smiled!.. " That alone was enough to make Kakyoin smile even wider and melt his heart even further from how wholesome Jotaro could be. For the sake of Kakyoin, Jotaro kept on his gorgeous smile that never failed to lighten up the dark days of his, and Kakyoin just had to laugh. " Goddamnit, Jotaro! I hate it when you do that! " " Really? 'Cause I was pretty sure I saw a pretty smile appear adorn your face after I smiled, " Jotaro laughed along as he watched Kakyoin's face go red like his hair. It was fun to tease his friend, or crush - he wasn't sure of his feelings, as it always made him red like a cherry. Besides, Kakyoin was the only one who saw the vulnerability in him.. and they trusted each others' true selves. Kakyoin pushed away Jotaro's approaching widely grinning face and laughed still, unable to control it just because of how much of a goof Jotaro was being. " Jotaro, you dolt! You know you smiling is one of my weaknesses! " His hand tore away from the other's face as Jotaro had grabbed his hand and slyly smirked, " I know, and I'm using it for you. " Kakyoin's laughter died down as he stared at Jotaro, awed by the man's feelings as he could just see and feel Jotaro's sincerity. To Jotaro's surprise, Kakyoin wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug as he had broken down to tears. He hugged back immediately and rubbed his back tenderly while Kakyoin poured his heart, feelings and tears out. " If.. there's anything troubling you.. I- I just wanna let you know that.. I'll be there, for you. " He heard and felt Kakyoin chuckle, as his chest vibrated against his with his short laughter, and he patted the redhead's back. After a while, he pulled away, sniffling and wiping his tears away. He then felt Jotaro's warm hand caress his cheek in such a loving manner. He leaned against his warm touch, smiling sweetly even if it was just a tiny bit and looked Jotaro directly in the eye. 

His smile widened, so did his, and saw through him he had meant every word he said. All Kakyoin could do was to return the favour.. but he didn't know how, and all he could say was..

" Thank you, Jotaro. "

It caught him off guard when the teen before him didn't look disappointed or mad, and Kakyoin thought that Jotaro wanted something in return. But instead, he beamed with kindness and love and easily replied..

" No.. Thank you, Kakyoin.. for trusting me.. "

" Please.. just- ..just call me Noriaki. "

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Today was bright, sunny day; there were no sight of any clouds in the blinding blue sky; the sun's shining, beams of warm light shone across the city, through every building it weaved and spread its glow. It seemed like the most perfect morning anyone could have, but that wasn't the case for Straizo. The day was too bright to his preference, he almost had to squint every single time he looked out to the window of his dainty apartment. He flipped on his sunglasses and slipped on the sleeves of his jacket. He then grabbed his keys and bag which had clothes and some gadgets in it, and also his breakfast toast which just shot out of the toaster and bit a piece of it before locking the door and leaving his confined room. He jogged down the stairs of the building, met up with the landlady and gave her the keys to his room, kindly thanking her and leaving off to his work which wasn't that far and was about a 20 minute walk. 

He pulled the hoodie over his head as soon as the sunlight came beaming down at him. A scowl formed on his face, brows furrowed a tad bit, and eyes focused mostly on the concrete pathway beneath. The sun was unpleasant, when it's usually this obnoxiously bright, and God did he wanted it to rain today. " I forgot to read the weather forecast today.. " he mumbled to himself with a tiny of bit of a snarl in his voice. After 20 minutes or so, he ended up in the place he worked at. Ripple Dance Academy, or it was sometimes called Hamon Dance Academy, and it was a dance academy just as the name says. Different styles and kinds of dance are taught here, depending to each students' liking. Many events happen here and.. maybe too many events happen here to the extent that Principal Tonpetty even had no control over it. He went straight ahead inside the school grounds and swiftly made his way to where he usually practiced. He reached for the knob, but it suddenly swung open and hit his face, stumbling back and falling to the ground with a groan. What a way to start the day. 

" Straizo! Oh God, I'm sorry! "

He rubbed his forehead which was hit, hissing at the pain. He opened an eye and saw who stood before him. It was Dire. He was well-known for his fierce style of hip hop dancing and his complicated footwork, and also his fiery passion to teach his students with his style of dancing. Oh, and he was MOST well-know for his thick, wide thighs and nicely toned legs. He took his outstretched hand and stood up with his support, rubbing the back of his head as he sighed, " Dire.. what were you doing in my classroom? " He dully looked at his comrade and withdrew his hand from his grasp. " Oh- uh, I was just looking for you. " Dire answered and averted his gaze. Cocking a brow up, he then asked, " Is there something you needed from me? " " Uhh.. " His face grew faintly red, silencing him with pursed lips as he began to sweat a little. He shook his head, chuckling rather awkwardly, " Sorry, I forgot. " He hummed at his answer, nonchalantly shrugged, and made his way to the door, " It's alright, Dire, you're quite a forgetful man and I understand. If there's anything you need from me, don't be afraid to ask, alright? " He nodded and watched him smile and leave, walking away once he was away and sighing heavily.

He was suddenly met up with some comrades of him out of nowhere, scaring him as he had almost kicked them in the face, but he paused as he saw familiar faces. " Robert? Jonathan? What are you two doing here? " Then he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and was aggressively shook by Robert as he yelled, " Just tell 'im already, you bloody twat! It's been years! " He was pushed away soon by Jonathan, who had nodded with Robert's statement. " True. I'm not forcing you to confess to him but it has been years indeed, Mr. Dire. " He heavily sighed and slouched a little, his gaze falling on the ground, " I just don't know where to start.. " They all fell silent after that. Soon, that was broken by a groaning sigh from Robert, " I have been your partner in dancing,  and y'know what? I have an idea. " Their attention turned towards him, but he firstly ushered them somewhere else more private. They had no idea that from the corner watched the man they were talking with, who was silent the entire time. He didn't hear what they said, but he didn't care, or at least he thought so. He bit his lower lip and glared at nothing as he quietly walked back in the room where he watched.

...

" Great work, everyone. You're all dismissed for today. "

Straizo sweetly grinned at his tired students who returned the kind grin of their mentor. He breathed out heavily, and instantly sat down and reached out for a bottle of water out of his reach, and he was too tired to move. But he finally got the fresh beverage in grasp after a moment, with the help of one of his diligent students, Noriaki Kakyoin. " Thanks you, Kakyoin. " he spoke in a mere whisper as his student beamed with pleasure. " You're welcome, sensei. " " Kakyoin, " a huskier voice called out from the doorway as their attention panned towards there. The young teen smiled brightly and stood back up, " Jotaro! " He turned back to Straizo, who had given him an acknowledging nod before he finally left towards the teen. He planted a soft peck on Jotaro's cheek and grinned as they left, as Straizo watched intently with sadness. He felt quite jealous, smiling as he sipped his beverage, " Ah.. young love. " he mumbled to himself and set down the bottled, blankly staring upward. He began to wonder, what is it like to be loved by someone? He was busy spacing off, he had no idea Dire was squatting beside him.

He watched intently at the dazed state of his comrade, which he had to admit looked pretty funny. Quietly, he poked his cheek but then he was suddenly pinned to the ground in a second. " Straizo! It's just me! " He cried and soon was let go, " Sorry. Was I spacing off? " " Yeah. What were you thinking about? " He stayed silent and said nothing, not wanting to talk about it as he understand. He sighed, and then said, " Alright, keep your secrets.. Anyway, I was wondering if you're free later? " He questioned with a sheepish smile, cheeks dusted pink, and he could feel the burning gazes of his friends keeping an eye on him. Sadly, he shook his head, " I'm afraid not, Dire, " He frowned at the response he got and let him continue. " I have to take care of Elisa, take her out to eat some ice cream. " " Oh, may I join you then? " He immediately questioned as he blinked a couple of times before answering, " Your choice. " He then grabbed his spare clothing in his bag and left to the restroom inside the class to change clothes. While he busied himself there, Dire turned to his comrades who watched from the doorway and gave them a big thumbs up and a big grin, and his friends encouraged them with simple signs after they waved goodbye, leaving him to handle his time with.. him. 

Straizo walked out after a change of clothes. He wore a baggy white shirt, dark brown leggings, a black jacket wrapped around his waist and with some black converse too. His long, luscious black straight hair was tied up into a bun which was something you don't see everyday. Dire found himself staring in awe, as if some filter just immediately activated within his sights as he appeared, but he was soon snapped out of it once he lightly got slapped on the cheek. " You're spacing off. Let's go. " If you're wondering how Straizo could leave Elisa at home alone, she's 6 and can kick ass, she can take care of herself and he knew that damn well. They both left the building, quiet as neither of them really knew what to talk about. Straizo wasn't the type to talk, but luckily Dire kind of a chit chat, " So.. how's Elisa? " He asked while they walked to where the child's school should be. " She's doing good. " He vaguely answered which slightly disappointed Dire, but he really couldn't blame him. " It's been a while since I last saw her.. do you think she'll recognize me? " He only got a half-shrug and half-nod as his answer, leaving him to deadpan at the quiet man. They met gazes but he quickly tore away and gave a proper answer, " Maybe. You were one of her few playmates when she was four. " " I guess we'll find it out later. "

They arrived at her school in time as the students seemed like they were just dismissed. Straizo led Dire to some quiet waiting place and they both waited there. After a while, a young long haired brunette came running up to them and Straizo immediately stood. " Papa! " " Elisa! " She ran into his open arms and was lifted off the ground and spun around. She was put down after getting smothered by kisses, laughing as she met Dire's eyes on her. She only beamed brighter at the sight of him and wrapped him in a hug, " Uncle Dire! It's been so long! " Dire froze and quickly turned towards Straizo who stifled a laugh, " It seems like she still remembers you. " He instantly beamed as bright as the sun and hugged her back. " It's me your Funcle Dire! " They both laughed for a while and he put her back down, as she grabbed her father's hand. " So.. is Uncle Dire coming with us? " She innocently asked and looked up at him as he nodded. " Yes.. at least I think so? " Dire snorted as he immediately yet gently took her hand. " Of course I am! " " Yay! " The two cheered and high fived as Straizo watched with a small genuine smile. He then met his eyes gazing upon him and he immediately looked away, hearing the other chuckle and then huff as he picked up Elisa. " So.. where are we going? "

...

Dire looked so disappointed in front of the place where they stood before, while the other two were smiling. " Really? Out of all places? " He questioned as Straizo nodded with a sly smirk, " Yes, and you wanted to come along so don't go back on your word now. " And with that, they entered inside the Ripple Dance Academy building. Straizo and Elisa got changed in the restroom in the classroom he handled, and he came out in the same outfit, except he was wearing ballet shoes, and Elisa was wearing a tutu, a proper ballerina outfit. " So, you're telling me, you two practice every time her school is over? " Dire questioned as Elisa nodded, " Yup! Oh! Papa, can we show Uncle Dire what we've been working on? " She turned towards Straizo who looked rather uncomfortable at first with the fact someone was watching him.. but it was Dire, and both of them trusted him. He sent a kind smile towards his child and nodded, " Sure, sweetheart. " She brightly grinned and ran to where his bag was and set up the Bluetooth speaker and phone for the music. Suddenly, the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy began to play through the speaker as she ran back to her father and both got into position. As the music started a certain part, the duo gracefully performed. They glided aimlessly and effortlessly, and Straizo would lift her off the ground in a Grand jete position. They finished with Elisa doing a Fouette while Straizo behind her quickly and elegantly did Piroutte before they smoothly ended with a bow.

Suddenly, Dire stood up and gave them a thunderous applaud. " That was fantastic you two! " He immediately opened his arms when Elisa came running after him, in tears. " Really, Uncle Dire!? Really!? " " Yes. Really, my dear. " He held her close and soothed her as he rocked her gently in his warm embrace. Straizo walked towards them as the two had fallen to their knees. He once again met his gaze, but this time he did not turned away and instead smiled at him and knelt down. Elisa let go soon of Dire and then pulled her father in the hug. " You have the potential, my child.. even Uncle Dire sees it.. " He whispered and caressed her cheeks tenderly and wiped away her tears with a simple brush of his thumbs. She looked back at Dire who smiled that supported his opinion and she flashed dazzling grin. She let go of Straizo and walked over to Dire and took his hands then pulled him up. He only looked at her, confused, " Is there something you want me to do? " She nodded and did the same thing to Straizo then said, " Me and papa will teach you how to ballet! " The two stared at her dumbstruck, then at each other. They would decline if given the chance but both of them knew they can't turn down an offer from such an innocent, pure soul. In defeat, Dire sighed and smiled, " Alright. " 

" Yay! I'm going to the restroom so take care of him, papa! " She then skipped away in a cheerful manner as Straizo was about to call her out but was stopped by Dire. He looked towards him and left him to explain. " I think it's not a bad idea to give ballet a try.. I mean, you don't wanna break her heart, do you? " He was quiet for a second, then sighed, " I know.. fine. I'll teach you the positions. " He led him to the bar and Dire scoffed, " I can do more than that! " With than, Straizo cockily rose a brow and smirked, " Is that so? " Then he glided his feet across the smooth floor and spun towards him and playfully cooed, " Then I don't see why we can't start with one of the most basic moves. " " Oh bring it on. "
By the doorway of the bathroom, there watched Elisa with a confused yet glad expression on her face. Now that she looked closer at Dire, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have him stick around longer as the two seemed to get along. She cupped her mouth with her hands like a megaphone then shouted, " You two look great together! " And the men's face instantly turned red.

TO BE CONTINUED???

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The two crawled back up onto the shore with trembling arms and weakened legs. Their breaths were heavy, desperate for the oxygen they lacked back underwater. They were tired as fuck. Two tall, menacing figures stood before their weakened state, arms crossed as the young ones didn't even had the strength to look up and meet their gazes. " Good work, " one of them spoke as they heard the sand shift beneath their faces. Their half-lidded eyes watched two bottles of water land in front of them and, without a second wasted, both of them reached for their drinks and immediately sat up. The two tall figures only laughed and let them be, their voices with playful chit chat and jokes fading into the far off distance. Joseph was the first to open the bottle, but as soon as the edge of its opening met the mask, the realization hit him as he frowned behind the mask. He eyed his blond comrade who seemed like having fun with the refreshing drink, and his frown deepened as he watched him lovingly drink his beverage. But there were other things he could focus on. 

Like how his beautiful, gorgeous golden hair shone under the bright moonlight, his lively peach skin made it look like he was glowing, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he took those glorious drinks, his damp plain white shirt clung onto his well-built body as it made it stand out those glorious biceps and triceps along with those splendid abs and chest. His gaze was slowly getting lower and lower, unbeknownst to him, as he could feel some faint warmth on his face that made his cheeks flush pink. Myrtle green eyes found themselves look at the brunet, as he separated his lips from the opening of his drink. He lowered his hand, and used the free one to snap his fingers in front of his comrade's face. Joseph snapped out of it quick, Persian blue eyes shrinking and yelping as he backed off. He heard a short chuckle from the other, and pouted. 

" You seemed to be deep in thought, " he started, laughing breathlessly. His eyes weren't on Joseph as he stared onto the ocean horizon, a tiny smile adorning his face which Joseph admired. He froze once they met eyes, while he continued, " What were you thinking about, JoJo? " He was speechless, his lips were slightly apart and he wanted to answer, but no words came out of him as he just sat before him stunned speechless. He knew this stupid Italian was a silly man, especially on how they first met.. but, right here, right now, he felt his heart explode into a big jumbled mess of emotions. As much he didn't want to admit it, he'd be lying if he said this bastard sitting in front of him didn't look totally hot, especially that he was soaking wet which didn't help completely. The blond saw how awfully quiet Joseph was and cocked up a curious brow. The silence stretched out longer than Joseph had thought, and to break this tension, he immediately blurted out, " I- I can't drink my water! " 

Both brows from the Italian rose as he saw the opened, yet unbothered bottle of water between his legs. A playful smirk crept upon his face and swiftly reached towards it, startling the brunet. " Oi! " " Calm down, JoJo. I'm just going to assist you, " He laughed, and Joseph had calmed down like he said. God, that laugh sounded like blissful melody in his ears. He wasn't so sure what made him think of his friend like this.. was he high on Hamon or did he snort too much salt water? Either way, this was unusual for his fantasies to take control of his senses like this, but he let it be. The blond scooted closer towards him and held up the bottle. This action made Joseph question, " Uh, Caesar, what are you doing? " He then paled at the sight of his grim smile. " Helping you. " Just as he stated, he shoved the opening in one of the holes of the mask as water flooded inside. " WHY YOU!- " He cut himself off and drank what flooded inside his mask as some dripped from his chin.

A boisterous laugh came from Caesar as he stood and ran off, and Joseph followed suit, fuming mad and tore the bottle off his mask. He dashed after him through the dimly moonlit forest and kept a watchful gaze on him. " Come back here! " He yelled and dodged a branch that was leveled straight to his face. The only response he got was one of his another angelic- no, annoying laughs. Snap out of it, Joseph! He rushed through the forest with swift movements, matching his footsteps as he was few feet behind him. " Catch me if you can, JoJo! " Teased Caesar in a playful manner as he used a branch to hold back and precisely smack Joseph in the face. He flew back shortly and stumbled on the ground, groaning at the impact. He was lucky he had Hamon to guard his face. " Playing dirty, are we now? Fine then! " He quickly got back up on his feet and returned to the chase. 

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and he brightly grinned when he got his hands on a vine. He wasn't too far ahead and instantly fused the vine rope with Hamon. He threw the other end and it flew after Caesar. As soon it made contact, it wrapped around him and immobilized Caesar as Joseph grinned widely out of success. He furrowed his brows but kept the playful smile nonetheless. " A weak trick, JoJo! " He said just as bubble cutters formed on his hands and cut him free and he immediately dashed off into the vast grassy fields. Joseph scoffed and got out of the forest as well. Now that they were in a wider space, Joseph had no problems of taking different routes to catch up to him. This lasted for quite a while and weaved through their paths with their own cheats of Hamon to stop one another as this was turned into a silly game of tag. " Tag! " Joseph giggled as he had tagged Caesar again for the third time as he groaned in response, " Goddamnit, Joseph! " He giggled as he watched the brunet run off and chased after him again.

After a few more minutes of a goose chase going back on forth, it finally ended. Joseph leaped after Caesar and tackled him to the ground. " Got'cha! " Joseph laughed and wrapped his arms around his comrade without a thought. Caesar's face flushed red almost instantly as his head got wrapped around two big meaty arms and squished against his firm yet rather tender chest, and the fact the Joestar was only wearing a dark grey tank top made it worse. After a moment, Joseph collapsed and fell beside him, out of breath but still he laughed. They were tired, both of the questioned why running after an intense swimming Hamon-breathing session was a good idea, though both of them would admit that this was fun. Joseph heavily breathed and gently closed his eyes, smiling behind the mask that no one could see but one could feel. 

Caesar tilted his body a tiny bit to face the brunet who merely rested in peace and smiled as he could sense the tired yet cheerful vibe that came from him. He propped up an elbow on the grass beneath them and rested his cheek lowly on his palm as his gaze had found itself to focus upon the lively, wonderful, and a handful friend. Now that he thought of it, neither of them had been this close, except when they fight, but he saw some tiny details on the man he hasn't seen. He leaned closer and inspected further, grinning at the sight of small, tiny freckles that adorn his stupid face, and they looked really adorable on him he had to admit. He saw some rather thin scars over his cheeks and forehead, silently wondering where he got these from, but knowing Joseph those likely came from some stupid fights he involved himself into. His eyes scanned lower and he found something quite intriguing by the crook of his neck. A strange faded purple star is what he saw, and he questioned himself if that was a birthmark or some kind tattoo. He tried to look closer, but once he looked back at him, he saw shimmering Persian blue eyes staring at him.

With a surprised yelp, he backed off as his cheeks turned pink, while Joseph chuckled. " You were looking at my birthmark, weren't you? " Caesar looked back at him and faced his grinning face as he scoffed, " Of course not. " He firmly stated. His gaze was averted, closing them to avoid seeing those shining, lovely eyes. Joseph kept staring at him as his grin turned into a smug smirk with cockily raised up brow. He could feel his intense stare in front of him and sighed in utter defeat and opened his eyes, " Fine, yes. I was looking at your birthmark. And your freckles and scars. " " Called it! " Laughed the Joestar who laid back down on his back. It wasn't even a second until he immediately chimed, " Caesar, Caesar! Look! " He grabbed the hem of his shirt and aggressively tugged it to get his attention. Caesar smacked his hand away but saw his other hand pointing at the sky, and so he looked and his breath was taken away. 

Fireflies flew under the dark sky, as clouds fortunately blocked the moonlit sky which gave the glowing bugs to shine. He was left with no words to say as all he could think of how beautiful the scenery is. Were they running around in this firefly field all along. Suddenly, Joseph came into view with a hand outstretched towards him with this playful, suggestive look Caesar knew too well. He gladly took his comrade's hand and stood up, but it was suddenly let go as Joseph ran though the wide fields. As he ran, a trail of bright fireflies glowed and followed his path, and Caesar joined not too long after wards. They both ran in the wide open area while the dazzling fireflies made the fields brighter and livelier. They ran like the wind, and they've never felt this free before. As free as they were, they weren't that aware of their surroundings and they bumped against each other with a rather harsh impact and fell onto the ground once again, as fireflies lit up and spread throughout the night sky. 

Both opened their eyes and realized their position: Caesar laid on top of Joseph who was pinned to the ground. Their faces instantly turned red and they tore apart from one another, faking coughs and clearing throats to try and dismiss the awkward atmosphere, though it didn't seem to work. " S- sorry, Caesarino.. " Mumbled Joseph looking rather embarrassed, but he at least had someone to share his internal pain. " It's alright. I'm sorry as well.. " Caesar sighed and turned to face Joseph who turned around at the same time as well, but neither of them tore apart as they met each others' lovely eyes. The clouds finally moved away as the shimmering light of the moon gently beamed down upon their faces, and both watch each others' faces glisten under the dazzling moonlight. Neither of them spoke, breath taken at the sight of each others' beauty. It may have been a reflex for Caesar, but he had blurted out something from his subconscious, " Non ho mai visto nessuno bello come te, amore mio...* " After a moment, he went wide-eyed, slapping a hand over his mouth and his face turning beet red. 

" Scusa. Sorry, JoJo- J-just forget what I said. " He quickly stood up and dusted off his clothe that was dirtied by their playful roughhousing. Immediately, Caesar began walking away, looking down on the ground as he never felt so stupid for saying something one wouldn't reciprocate, or even understand. He was soon halted when he felt a big warm presence overlap his back, with warm, comforting arms wrapping around his waist. Caesar turned around, shocked as he met those kind, playful, beautiful Persian blue eyes, " JoJo..? " " C- Caesar, I.. " He pulled away, rather stiff in motion and turned him to face each other with his hands firmly gripping his arms as he dared to not meet his confused gaze. And so he spoke up:

" I THINK YOU'RE REALLY BEAUTIFUL- I MEAN, HANDSOME TOO! W- WELL, YOU LOOK BETTER THAN ME BUT- " Something slipped from his grasp and wrapped around him as he looked over, and it was none other than Caesar who had cut him off. 

" S- shut up, JoJo. Don't say that.. You're.. " Caesar took in a deep breath and felt his own hands tremble from anxiety. He looked up, trying to put up a brave front.

He cupped Joseph's face in his hands, and their eyes met and stared for a while in awe, but Caesar immediately brought his closer-

-and slammed their lips together.

It wasn't very much like of Caesar to be like an amateur in this sloppy kiss of theirs, though this was his first time to fall for someone hard. Teeth clashed as soon as their lips met, but they adjusted soon and melt in their kiss; as their eyes gently close, and arms wrap around each other and peppering their touch. It wasn't deep, but passionate enough to reciprocate their deep hidden feelings. With a lingering warmth upon their lips, they pulled away and their foreheads resting on each other's as their eyes intently gaze upon each other. 

Joseph suddenly cracked a smile and laughed, leaning against Caesar's tender, warm hands caressing his cheeks. 

And Caesar widely grinned and pulled him closer and peppered his face with soft, loving kisses all over.

From the tower of their master's humble abode, watched Lisa Lisa with a glass of wine in her grasp, a tiny, amused smile plastered on her face as she couldn't be happier to know her boys have found love.

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" So.. this is Hamon University of the Joestars.. " he mumbled under his breath as he glanced at the card in his grasp. He walked in, as he shoved the card in his pockets, and silently weaved through the crowd. He curiously glanced around, crossing upon unfamiliar faces, but he paid no mind to them. He was a transferee from where-God-knows-what, but no one dared to question him, if looks could kill he would've nearly mascaraed the entire school. He easily made his way to where the Principal's office should be, standing in front of its door as he lifted his hand and knocked. " Come in, " a voice called from the room, and so he walked in.

He gave the Principal a polite bow once he was inside, and the man ahead of him kindly smiled. " Take a seat, " he said, and he did so, quiet still as he let the other do the talking. " You must be Straizo, if I am correct? " He nodded at his statement, causing the older man to smile wider. He went over to the small cabinets on his desk, silently flipping over the papers until he pulled one out and set it in front. " Please sign your name here, and we shall get to business, " He offered him a pen and he took it with a gentle grasp and signed on the paper. After a little while of talking, everything was finally settled.

He walked through the halls of dorms after George Joestar, the Principal, was kind enough to show him the way to the dorms, mumbling the numbers of his dorm under his breath over and over. He glanced at the different sets of numbers, but none of it were his, not until now. He halted, reading the number, then back into his memory. He pulled out the keys he was offered earlier and steps closer to the door, slipping the edge to the hole of the knob and unlocked it open. He walked in, not even excusing himself, but he suddenly stopped at the sight of the room. It was so goddamn messy, it's as if Satan took a shit upon and played with it.

Then he heard the sound of another door creaking open and he turned over to where it was. He suddenly met with a pair of grey eyes staring at him. He then took notice of the towel only wrapping his waist, as the rest of his body was bare and dripping wet. I guess that's a way of greeting your roommate, he thought as he said nothing and looked away, immediately heading out and waiting by the door and contemplate his entire existence. After a while, the door opened up and the same figure appeared, all clothed now, as he sheepishly grinned and asked, " Sorry.. uh, are you my new roommate? " He only nods at the question, and the man stuck out a hand.

" I'm Dire! Your current roommate, and you are..? "

Hesitantly, he took and lightly shook his hand, " Straizo. "

It's been a month now since that awkward first encounter, neither of them want to remember it, but other than that, they got along pretty well. Most of the time. Usually they'd bicker and all but it's usually about stupid stuff like food or items, or even clothes. The two take different courses of class; Straizo took Biology, while Dire had Economics. Keep in mind I have no idea what college is like other than stress. There are some classes they shared together, like Math and Spanish. No one even knew why there's a Spanish class but oh well, it exists.

" Dire! " Straizo yells and an audible groan follows after. " What? " " Where the hell is my ham sandwich!? " He shut the door of their minifridge loudly, as he turned to Dire who shrugged. " Look, I don't know what you're talking about. " He only frowned and glared at him, clicking his tongue and stomping towards their bunk bed. He let his body collapse on the bottom bunk, then a growl from his stomach was clearly heard. He winced slightly at the sound, humming a flat tune before sighing in defeat, " I ate your sandwich. "

His face was immediately met by one of Straizo's pillow, yelping as he then saw the disappointed frown on Staizo's face before he turned away. " Look, I'm sorry. I was hungry! " He peered over the bottom of his bunk, seeing him curled up with a pillow and blanket. He gained no reply other than the silent treatment from him, causing Dire to groan. He shifted off his bed and got down to the floor. He said nothing as he left since he wouldn't answer him so he just left to pay back his roommate. After a while, he returned and walked over to him, sitting down on the edge of his bunk.

Straizo looked over, only to see Dire holding out some sandwich, chips, and a can of soda. He was turned away, and neither of them spoke, as he took the light meal with a grateful hum. He sat right up and beside Dire, opening up the bag of chips and held it between them. He lightly nudged Dire when he wouldn't look over, and once he did, he handed out the opened bag of chips. He said nothing and only eyed the chips and back at him, as he let out a quiet sigh and reached for the chips inside. They sat in comfortable silence and ate together, just having each other's company was enough.

Slowly, his eyes struggled to open, as he was woken up from the freezing cold temperature in their room. He shuddered and he sniffled, sitting up from his bunk as he was careful to not hit the ceiling. He groggily slumped over his position and rubbed his eyes, audibly yawning with a mouth that as wide as his own fist. He smacked his lips and scratched the back of his head, then he made his way down the top bunk. He made his way to the air conditioner by the wall close to the floor and crouched down. He reached to change the thermostat but a pale hand lands on his shoulder heavily.

He froze still on the spot, and immediately started to break out in cold sweat. With staggering movements, he slowly turned around and followed where the pale claw-like hand led. He was then faced with someone, skin overall pale- close to white, dark long hair covering their face, but behind glowed bloody red eyes out for hunger. Then Dire let out one high pitched scream but their hand immediately slapped over his mouth and began to shush them. " Oh, for Satan's sake, it's me! " A familiar voice snapped him out, and instantly he removes his hair out of the way and stare at his blue-grey eyes. Strange, they were red a moment ago..

" S- Straizo!? " He yelled with his voice muffled by his roommates palm. Straizo heavily sighed and let go of his mouth, but then suddenly- " WILL YOU TWO KEEP IT DOWN!? " A shout came from the neighboring dorm rooms as the two cringed. They sorta forgot the fact that their room was beside the President of the Student Council, who's roommate is his Secretary who's hella Christian and gay for his roommate. " HOW 'BOUT YE KEEP IT DOWN TOO, HUH!? " Another voice boomed from the nearby dorm room of them. Ah, Robert.. nice lad but he can be a bit wild. After that, screams, yells, shout began going back and forth around the dorms.

Dire fidgeted with his fingers, knowing he was at fault here, awkwardly grinning as he asked, " So.. why were you awake at midnight? " " Insomnia, " he bluntly replied. Now he remembered, why he's up all night reading books, scrolling through his phone, and being nocturnal in a way. No wonder why he's so gloomy and irritable in the morning. " What about you? " He asked this time. " Oh, I was getting a little chilly. " Straizo only hummed lowly and returned to his bed, but as he went, he said, " Don't change the temp. " Dire was about to retort, but he saw Straizo patting the empty side next to him.

" Go get your blanket, I can keep you warm too. " " But why not change the temperature instead? " He questioned as he stood, going to his bed as he grabbed his blanket. " I sweat rather a bit too easily. Now, " He nonchalantly made a gesture for him to come closer and lie with him, and Dire's face grew red. How could he not feel embarrassed about this? They've only known each other for 3 months so why? Even if he asked, he knew he'd get no answers, so he made his way quietly beside his roommate on the bottom bunk and tucks himself in his blanket.

It wasn't enough to keep him warm, but then another wrapped around them. It's thin, and it's still not enough. Until Straizo wrapped his arms around his large figure. " I won't do anything to you. Just.. go to sleep, " He ushered in a soft-spoken tone as Dire relaxed a bit to his comfort. He then closed his eyes gently, and soon the warmth had lulled him to deep slumber. Despite all the yelling with their neighbors, he had fallen asleep, pressing his broad back against Straizo's warm comforting chest. The other didn't sleep, but kept his eyes shut. He would never, but he liked this. Unbeknownst to him, sleep had taken him too.

For 3 months, Dire couldn't stop thinking what happened that night. And ever since then, he's noticed something had changed about Straizo. For some reason, the man always seemed to sparkle with every graceful action he does, even if it's just him nibbling on the edge of his pen or reading some book. For some reason, his face began to feel warm and his throbbed quickly whenever he was near, or even if they met eyes. He ended up here, ranting about this to his friends; Jonathan Joestar, son of George Joestar(the Principal), Will A. Zeppeli, and Robert E.O. Speedwagon.

" I dunno, mate. Sounds like a crush, " Robert shrugged as he popped in a piece of grape in his mouth. Jonathan nodded, " True. You're likely developing feelings for Straizo. Describe me how he looks like. " Dire gasped shortly in disbelief as his cheeks faintly grew pink. " You already know what he looks like!- " " Yeah, but we want to hear what he looks like in your eyes. " Will said with a little tease of wiggling his eyebrows. Dire stared at all of their anticipating faces, then sighed in utter defeat. While Zeppeli could be reasoned with, the other two were rather stubborn.

" Well.. He's got really nice jet black hair. I swear, I combed his hair with my fingers one time and they felt so silky smooth. He has pale skin, as if he's a vampire, but, despite that, he's actually warm, and his hands are so soft and smooth- " " You've held hands with him? " Robert cut him off as Dire's face got a little redder, " No.. He cupped my face one time and headbutted me after I ate his burrito.. But his hands were really warm though. If he didn't headbutt me, I would've fallen asleep in his grasp. " He chuckles, as the three intently listened.

" His eyes though, they're like a mix of grey and blue. One time, I saw they were red but maybe I was just hallucinating at that time. His eyes are pretty though, it suits his emo aesthetic, but other than that they're really gorgeous.. they always seem to glint mysteriously. " He began to look like he was spacing off. " What else? " Jonathan asked. " Oh- oh, his height. He's shorter than me by a head, which gives me a chin rest! It's so adorable and funny when he fusses about me messing up his hair, but that's like impossible. It's so fun to mess with him when he can't reach his book from me, though he climbs up on me like I'm a tree.

Nonetheless, it's so cute when he pouts, despite us being 23.. I think, overall, he's a beautiful man.. And he has some weird, but cute habits like biting on his pen or biting his lower lip when he's nervous. Did I mention he has very obvious fangs? I swear to God, he's like a goshdarn vampire. " " A handsome one, " Robert added as he sipped onto his coffee, as Dire chuckles and daydreamingly stared into the distance, " Yeah.. handsome.. " He chuckled quietly like a lovestruck idiot, as all of them silently sighed. " Dire, " Will's voice snapped him back to reality. " Yeah? " " You definitely, surely, really have a big fat crush on him. " " Oh. "

Dire hadn't returned to his room, which was great for Straizo. He was pacing back and forth in their shared room, restless. He's ran his fingers through his hair countless of times. He couldn't be. No. He shouldn't. He can't fall in love with some human! He came down here to get rid of the angel wandering the grounds, but none of them were an angel, except Jonathan in terms of personality. " I shouldn't get distracted with my mission.. " A sudden image of Dire popped up in his head, as his face immediately felt warm. He loudly groaned as he crouched onto the ground and held his head. He shouldn't. He shouldn't. He shouldn't. He sHOULDN'T-

" Straizo? " His thoughts were abruptly cut by Dire's voice. He looked behind him and saw a pair of kind grey eyes staring at him. He was silent as Dire made his way inside, closing the door one he was inside. He walked towards and knelt before him, placing a hand on his back and began gently rubbing his back. " Are you alright? " He questioned with a voice soft and kind. Hell, that was so comforting. He wanted to hear his voice more, but he shouldn't. He nodded to his question, not wanting to speak as Dire easily understood that. He sat near him, shoulders brushing up against each other as both of them felt warm.

He laid his head on Dire's shoulder, sighing as the other eyed him worriedly. " Hey, Dire, " He looked up and met eyes, as his comrade's face went a little red that was obvious. " How's your day? " He quietly questioned, smiling a bit as a bigger smile formed on the other's. Both of them knew Straizo has never asked Dire about how he was, or how his day went. Dire wasted nothing as he began to ramble about things that happened, like saving a dog from getting ran on, or when he accidentally bought the wrong drinks from the vending machine. Most of them were useless info, but they amused Straizo nevertheless.

He just wanted for Dire to be by his side. If anything, that's all he asks for.

" Hey, " Dire called out as he peered onto the lower bunk. Straizo only hummed as he looked up, slightly putting his book down so they could see each other better. " Do you think ants have feelings? " He asked. He stared at him dumbfounded, silent from that utterly stupid question. Wait, now that he thought about, what if they do? He shook his head and cleared off that thought, sighing. He answered, " Dire, it's 1:17 am. Go to sleep. " Dire pouted and clicked his tongue, " Fine, dad. " He playfully rolled his eyes and pulled himself back on his bed as Straizo quietly chuckled.

8 months, that's how long they've been roommates so far, two months left and the college year is over. But of course.. there's still the Finals. Dire had offered Straizo for them to go to a café and study there, and Straizo obviously couldn't say no. Yes, they went to the café, but did they actually study? No. Why is that?

Whenever Straizo wasn't aware of anyone around him, Dire would be staring at him instead of reviewing his notes. He's just spacing out, leaning on his hand with his elbow propped up onto the table. Is he busy? Yes, busy admiring the gorgeous vampire in front of him. Dire wore this stupid smile on his face as he observed him with full focus onto him. Straizo was focused with his studies, his hair was tied back with some strands that fell on his face, his nose slightly scrunched up as he squinted his eyes on his notes. He kept tapping his chin with his pen, as he silently muttered words under his breath as he read.

Suddenly, his eyes shot towards him and Dire immediately looked to his notes, trying to get back into studying. He knew to himself he shouldn't get distracted but the sight in front of him was too eye-catching, or maybe it was just him. " Are you alright? " Dire only nodded, then he heard him order for coffee and he ordered a frappe, he always preferred cold coffee over hot ones. They returned to their studies until the waiter came back with their drinks, Straizo kindly thanking them with a small grin as he blew onto his steaming coffee.

As he blew, he found his eyes to gaze over Dire. The man was lazily drinking the frappe from a straw, holding it with one hand as the other traced the words that he read from beneath. Straizo silently sipped on his coffee as his eyes scanned over the human looking ever so innocent in front of him. He always found it adorable when he would pout or try to focus on his notes. How can a human pique so much interest from a demon? He didn't even know how to answer that. Just then, their eyes met. Though it was involuntary, Dire smiled at him and his entire demon mind exploded from cuteness.

In return, Straizo playfully winked at him and smirked, and he swore his heart went boom. Both realize their stupidity and turn away, red faced, as they focused with their studies. The waiter, or Robert, sighed as he removed his hair off its bun. He facepalmed and shook his head at the sight of mutual pining, and seriously why the hell are these two so fucking dense. Will laughed as he saw Robert's gaze focused on the two college students, pulling the blond in a side hug and a gentle peck on the cheek. Robert gasped and turned red as he pushed Will away as who was laughing.

Today was supposed to be Finals in terms of school. Education. Learning and all that bullshit.

Not some Finals where the world is witnessing angels and demons fighting to the death!

Straizo had gone off to the fight alongside his clan. He pushed an angel away after breaking their spear, stabbing them with it as another charged at him. He held them off, kicking them in the shin with his hooved foot. The angel punched him from under, but he grabbed their arm and flip them over, giving them a hard kick to the chest and sent them flying away. He did end this with stabbing the angel with his very own horns. He easily left the body and spread his wings and flew up high, as soon as he noticed a man of light had began following him.

He flew through the clouds, weaved through the many battles of their kind, dived down and flew back up but the angel was still hot on his trail. He looked back to see if he was there but he was already gone, then suddenly he was stomped on his chest. He harshly flew back and met the ground cruelly, hacking out blood as the light above charged towards him. He kicked himself off the ground, handspringing backwards just as the angel delivered a hard punch to the ground. Both stood before each other, circling one another. " Impressive, no one has ever caught up to me, " He chuckled as the helmeted angel didn't speak.

The dark stone mask on his face prevented him from letting anyone know his identity, hiding the evil grin formed on his face. " Silent one, huh. Very well then. " He grabbed an angel's sword as it turned dark to his touch. The angel brought out his own, as Straizo laughed, " Let us dance. "

Straizo charged ahead, as their swords collide. The angel swung from below, as he easily defended, striking back but it was also deflected. Both exchanged hits and blows, and both had abandoned their broken swords. The angel backflipped, swiftly avoiding his barrage of punches and kicks. Then they suddenly flew, eliciting a chuckle from the demon who followed suit. While both on air, the two did not cease their fighting. The angel was first to attack, followed by another, then another, dealing each other jabs and punches, attacking and defending. It was a mistake for Straizo to unintentionally let down his guard.

The angel roughly grabbed his throat and sped them back on the ground. He struggled to get the grip off his neck, struggling to breath. His eyes widened at the glow of the angel's fist, and swiftly punched him directly in the face as he managed to defend himself with his now broken forearms. He sped even further as he had fallen to the ground once more, screeching at the pain that made human ears bleed. The angel pulls out a sword from his fallen companion as he approached the defeated demon on the ground. He raised his sword in the air as Straizo stared at it. He chuckled, stopping his struggle and leaving it to fate as he closed his eyes.

But then, he felt the mask crumble and fade away. He did not react, waiting for his death, but something immediately dropped beside him. He looked over, seeing the very same sword the angel had held, as the angel before him had hesitate. He took his opportunity. He lifted up his legs and kicked his hooved feet straight to his face and flipped back, grabbing the sword that had been dropped. The angel stumbled back, holding onto his helmet that had been cracked. It split evenly, and the broken headgear fell to the ground.

Straizo kept his grip on the sword as the angel kept his face hidden with his blood soaked gloved hand. Screams of agony and joy echoed in the background as all they could focus on were each other. His dark, raven hair blew with the breeze, as bloody red eyes glint against the angel's holy light. He raised his sword as the angel's eyes glowed in a bright blue hue. They withdrew their hand, as bleached blond locks fly with the wind, with eyes holding sadness and pain and tears ran down their face, as Straizo dropped the sword. He quietly gasped and tears begin to form at from the corner of his eyes. It can't be. It shouldn't be.

With his voice getting stuck in his throat, he managed to choked out,

" Dire.. "

His crush.

His best friend.

His acquaintance.

His target.

His.. enemy.

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3:36 PM

Kakyoin decided that it was a good time to visit Jotaro this Saturday afternoon. He was bored back at home, after finishing another Pokémon Nuzlocke, he really had nothing much better to do so visiting Jotaro was one of his ideas. He got up from his bed, leaving it as it be, and went downstairs. He met eyes with his mom and they just gave each other a simple smile before continuing whatever they were doing. He was headed towards the door, pausing as his father called, " Noriaki, " the teen turned towards his father. " Yes? "

" Where are you heading? "

" To Jotaro's. Is that alright? "

Answered and questioned Kakyoin, waiting for his father's response. His father soon nodded, a smile forming on his lips and said, " Of course. Just take care. " Kakyoin returned the smile and nod, slipping on his flipflops and going out. " I will, dad. I'll be back by 6:30. " And, with that, he left.

Jotaro's home was bit far but at least you can to it instead of taking a ride. He came by to their gates, ringing the doorbell and the entrance was opened by his friend's sweet mom, Holly. " Hello, Kakyoin! Jotaro is at his room, " she said before Kakyoin could ask, only to make the man smile and politely bow a little with a 'thanks'. She made way for him to come in, and he walked to where Jotaro should be. Silent, he appeared inside the room without Jotaro's awareness, shocking Jotaro who soon noticed him with a slight yelp, " Ah! Kakyoin.. " The red headed teen only smiled and chuckled at his reaction, walking over as he sat beside the man. Jotaro had chuckled along too, his face slightly red from the shyness.

About for 20 minutes, they spent their time on just watching random videos. They were either ocean documentaries, games, memes, or just plain randomness. It really didn't matter what they watched, they enjoyed each others' company and that was all they needed. While watching some ocean documentary, Jotaro's phone blacked out on them, giving them a while to process what happened before Jotaro got up to charge his phone. They were watching while lying down, and Kakyoin remained lying on Jotaro's bed while he was doing his stuff. He had no idea what came to him when he thought of this and asked,

" Hey, do you wanna spoon? "

Jotaro looked over with a confused look and let Kakyoin explain, " Like, we both face in the same direction and you hug me- " Immediately, the buff teen had lunged onto the bed and wrapped himself around Kakyoin who was immediately flustered, though he hid it. A chuckle escape from both of the guys' lips, silencing as they only heard each others' breathing. A soft sigh came from Kakyoin as he mumbled, " I wanted to be the big spoon. " And the other laughed, his warm breath brushing against red head's nape, causing to send shivers down Kakyoin's spine. " Little spoon, " Jotaro teased with a grin and Kakyoin let out a disappointed huff.

It was silent once again.

Kakyoin was trying his best not to totally succumb under the big man's warmth, other than the fact that it's summer and it's terribly hot. His small frame was wrapped around his friend's muscular arms, unable to move as he was locked in the hug. He could feel Jotaro's hot breath on the back of his neck and back, making his heart race. This was a completely new feeling, something he was unsure of. He wasn't sure of his sexuality, he labeled himself Heteroflexible since he wasn't so sure. But the fact that Jotaro was pressed against the man in such loving way, it made his heart skip and he was confused whether he liked Jotaro as a friend or as his beloved.

Minutes passed and, unbeknownst to them, they had lulled each other into a peaceful sleep.

6:12 PM

Kakyoin opened his eyes up slowly. He had woken up from the heat, and God was he sweaty. He could hear Jotaro softly breathing from behind, making the red head freeze on the spot as he didn't want to move to risk waking up the dark haired man. Wait- did he actually just fall asleep at his best friend's place? And right under their warm embrace? This was so embarrassing, he thought. This lasted approximately around 3 minutes and Kakyoin was getting a bit too hot. " Jotaro.. " He called out weakly. No response. He cleared his throat and attempted once more, " Hey, Jotaro.. " He heard a low grumbled from the other as he felt the weigh shift, he was awake. Kakyoin tried to shift his position to face him but Jotaro already had sat while rubbing his eyes.

" Seems like we fell asleep, huh? " stated Kakyoin with a soft chuckle, seating up as he asked Jotaro the time. " 6:16. Are you heading home? " Kakyoin simply shook his head at the man's question. Another stupid idea popped into the red head's head and he suggested, " Can we cuddle? Like, we're facing each other?- " Though he was cut off when Holly had come into the room, asking Jotaro and Kakyoin whether they wanted to eat something. She wouldn't leave though and Jotaro faced her out of his room, Kakyoin chuckling sweetly as he patiently waited. The tall man returned and lied down almost immediately beside Kakyoin, wrapping an arm around their waist and the other just laid beside his body. The small man wrapped his arm around his shoulders and the other above their heads.

This time, Jotaro rested below Kakyoin's head, his face nearly almost buried on the man's chest and joked around earlier by planting his face on his bed that caused him not to breath and made him and Kakyoin laugh. A soft gentle smile rested on Kakyoin's lips as he listened to Jotaro's breathing as he felt his warm breath brush against the man's chest. Both of them were quiet, their breathing syncing as they rested. They didn't sleep but, even though it may be really hot and humid, they kept each other company. This went on for a solid ten minutes until Kakyoin had stated he had to go. Jotaro pulled away, nearly falling off the edge of his bed and Kakyoin had caught him before he could, the two laughing like idiots and both sat up.

" You have to go? " Jotaro asked and Kakyoin nodded as he confirmed. Jotaro stood up and brought a basket full of clothing into his room and set them in, the red head letting out a huff and said, " And you still have clothes to fold. " " It doesn't really matter, " he said and handed Kakyoin his phone that had fell off his pants' pockets while they were asleep. He mumbled a quiet 'thanks' to Jotaro and got off the bed, standing up as they walked by each other and bidding each other goodbye. Before Kakyoin exited, he returned back to Jotaro. He was still half-awake, and so was Jotaro likely. " Oh yeah, I forgot, " started the red head and cupped the man's cheeks, gently pulling him down and planting a soft peck on the cheek. Jotaro said nothing and only hummed softly as Kakyoin let go of him. With a smile, they stared at each other for a while before waving a goodbye and leaving.

Kakyoin wasn't completely sure about how Jotaro felt during the entire time of hugging and such, but he had this gut feeling that he knows that Jotaro always liked being with him no matter what.

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It's been months since they had last seen him.

His long blond kinky hair. His determined and caring chocolate eyes. His smooth, and rather warm, fair skin. His smile that shone as bright as the sun.

They missed him. He missed him.

He was only a mere normal human being, with a heart of gold. He only wanted to accompany Mr. Joestar with his journey to defeat Dio.

He was the one who kept them going, who gave them confidence and courage. He gave them hope.

He should be here, saying his sweet farewells to the newlywed couple with his companions who had been with him, friends with him.

He wasn't supposed to die.

And Will knew that all too well.

A sigh drew from his lips and stared out the window, his eyes staring at the sky with a color that reflected the pigment of his eyes. A small, subtle frown adorned his looks, and he looked down, away from the windowsill he leaned against. He set down the newspaper he had read moments ago before spacing out, looking a glance at the pocket watch that had been given to him long ago. He clicked his tongue at the notice of the time. He downed the last of his wine, and rose from his seat. He rushed out of the inn he had been offered to rest in, but not without grabbing a hat well-known to him. He ran to where the docks should be, meeting up with familiar faces, smiling a tad bit once he saw a young lad wave enthusiastically at him. " Ah, Poco! Where are they? " The kid simply smiled and pointed at the cruise, where the couple had leaned by the edge and waved at them with happy, and warm smiles. He returned the sweet gesture, waving back with the same kind of elegance he always somewhat held within his actions. They all watched the ship depart, chuckling as the small group of the Joestar's friends had talked and laughed, celebrating their large friend's wedding somewhere else when it's just held between them. He had refused their invitation to join, gently smiling as he bid his goodbye, and returned to the inn he had rested.

He took the hat off his head and stared at in when he held in his palms. He was quiet, but in those solemn eyes of his held dozens of emotions left unexpressed. He was saddened, mostly. That's only natural, of course, the loss of a dear friend would simply shatter your heart, but they had no time to grieve back then and it was only done once they had returned to retrieve and properly bury his body. He couldn't forget that day. How could he? He remembered how he had swooped in to save him from getting torn in half, only for him to take the role to face that horrible fate. He remembered how he sweetly and kindly smiled before blood had dribbled from his soft, pale lips. He remembered how those loving chocolate eyes sparkled against the flame, tears flowing down his face, with his long lashes fluttering ever so softly as they had shut. He remembered the warmth that was beginning to fade, the life that held within him dissolving to nothing but as a reminder of his failure. His failure to ever fulfill his fate. He was enraged, depressed, confused. Why? Out of all people who had to die, why him? His fate was set in stone years ago, Tonpetty had told him he was destined to die once he took the path of Hamon, and yet here he stood, breathing and alive. He remembered when Joestar had asked him,

" Why are you taking his hat, Mr. Zeppeli? "

He only smiled as he replaced the chessboard patterned top hat with a dark coloured bowler hat.

" I only wish for him to live a wonderful afterlife.. " He muttered under his breath in a incoherent whisper before answering the man's question.

" As a remembrance for out fallen ally.. for his sacrifice.. "

Years passed, he had long known of another fall of his companion, Jonathan Joestar. He had lived in Italy, along with his grandchildren that had been left by their father, his son. When they'd see the new hat he wore, they'd ask where it came from, and he would smile and tell the tale of a story not long ago. He had trained them well in Hamon, and he had met another holder of this power - Lisa Lisa. They had trained the kids, who grew to be wonderful Hamon Warriors, especially this hot-tempered, wild, and determined young man namely Caesar Zeppeli. In all honesty, in those lively sparks held in the kid's eyes, a twist of his gut would be felt, causing him to frown. It reminded him of.. him, but he dared to not show any weaknesses, and to use them as strengths that will help him through life, but it was naturally unavoidable to feel any remorse from the past.

And now, he stood before a beautifully chiseled tombstone made of marble. Moss had grown on it not too long ago as it was obvious how long it had been left, but he still removed all the molds and mosses that had grown on the stone. He paused when his thumbs brushed against the engraved name, a shaky sigh escaping his lips and his gaze falling on the ground. He let his tears fall, and quietly sobbed.

Robert Edward O. Speedwagon
Born: October 16, 1863
Died: November 7, 1888

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While the blind kept himself latched onto the gambler's arm, he flashed a playful grin with a small reveal of his milky white eyes that sparked that held mischief intent. His face was still flushed, drunk still as he giggled uncontrollably like a child.

It made Daniel wonder how many shots N'doul had taken before he was turned into such a state like this. He was a heavyweight - surprisingly for this man who always preferred drinking tea - and always much more reserved than the gambler.

But to see N'doul in such a childish state like this, where he would start talking about his ventures on and on, giggling and snorting when the slightest thing pleases him, acting like a child with all the disappointed pouting and sad eyes when he's displeased.

Daniel was awed at the sight of his friend like this if he was going to be honest. If he could, he would tease a hungover N'doul in the morning about how childish he acted. He at least wanted to see him turn red from getting shy or embarrassed, and not just from getting drunk.

Though he couldn't, for the blind was such a big flirt when intoxicated. Other than the ventures he would ramble on, some flirts towards Daniel would slip from his restless, babbling mouth. And Daniel, being the huge softie he is, would instantly flush red, although he would try to hide it and miserably fail.

As of now, they had kissed. Short, but tender and compassionate that allowed them to feel each others' souls. Of course, this was broken apart by Telence who had witnessed everything while slow clapping and suggesting them to bang with a completely straight face.

He wasn't sure if N'doul was being playful or not, as he didn't think the idea was too bad whilst dragging him upstairs to Daniel's room. But he knew he was still drunk and they have to stop at some point. Other than that, he wasn't even sure if he was ready yet.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was a virgin.

He's never engaged in such an activity, nor did anyone want him, so he was alone but loneliness was just another friend of his. What N'doul had done seconds ago had left him starstruck, he could still feel the warmth and softness of his lips linger on his.

Caught in his thoughts, they were cut off when N'doul had gently pinned him down on his own bed. His velvety crimson eyes stared at the man's roseate face, expressions softening from the blind yet loving gaze upon him. They both willingly leaned towards each other, and their lips had met again in a passionate kiss.

They were soft, gentle pecks at first. But it didn't take them long to melt in each others' kiss. One thing Daniel surprised him is how good of a kisser N'doul is. Compared to him, he was an amateur, but he followed his lead. It was sloppy, lips darkened and wet with saliva, nevertheless compassionate.

He held him closely, eyes shut tight as he melted in the kiss. He's never felt this alive before, this needy feeling of wanting more and more. He's lost himself in their heat, and he could tell it was the same for him.

He felt warm, smooth hands trace his body over the thin layers of fabric N'doul had found rather troublesome, and his breath hitched when his fingers dragged across places he was sensitive at which caused the other to smirk briefly for a moment.

But before things went further, Daniel pulled away with quiet, heavy breaths. He mustn't. They shouldn't. N'doul was drunk, that's why he was acting like this, or so he thought. N'doul worriedly knitted his brows and softly asked, " Have I done something wrong, Daniel?.. "

He shook his head, but that won't answer his question. He silently sighed and answered, " No.. but, " he stared at his blind eyes, as they had shuffled from their positions and sat up, with N'doul still worriedly looking over at him. " Y- you're drunk and.. I- .. " God, he felt so embarrassed, his face was heating up.

He wasn't overall sure if he wanted to say it or not. If he did admit it, would he be made fun of? But, he is younger than him so he should understand, he supposed, but still. If he said nothing, would he end up hurting himself? Who knew what N'doul had in mind doing this with him.

With a gulp, he finally admitted, " I'm.. new.. to this.. " The statement let out a quiet 'oh' sound from N'doul. " I- I don't know if we.. or I can do this.. " he turned away, fidgeting with his hands, a habit of his when nervous. Silence had made its way between the two, but it was surprisingly wasn't tense.

He then felt something warm hold his hand, as he looked over to see the man's loving smile. He was pulled closer to him and slid his fingers through his to intertwine their hands. His heart melted at the sight, it always does when he does that stupid smile.

" Daniel.. " he started, his voice soft and gentle as if he was talking to a sleeping babe. " First off, I'm not that drunk anymore. " he immediately pulled away, only to see a smirk growing on his face. His face flushed with embarrassment, oh how he thought the man was still drunk.

Wait a minute, then did that meant.. N'doul wanted him?

" Second, " his smirk disappeared, forming into a flat thin line that made his expressions unreadable. " I understand. If you're not into it or so.. perhaps, we could cuddle instead? " the thought of cuddling with N'doul made his heart do flips, but to do it with him made his heart fucking explode.

That brief intimate moment between them had sort of left him longing for more. N'doul patiently waited for his reply, but he certainly did not expect Daniel to pull him close with a handful of his collar for them to return to a kiss again.

He was taken aback by how sudden it is, freezing for a moment before melting in. God, he was an amateur at this, he thought, but the fact Daniel was trying his best was also cute, and so he said nothing and let it be.

It was short, but when Daniel had pulled away, he breathlessly mumbled, " I.. I want to.. " the smirk returned on the blind's face and huskily whispered, " Good. " Without another word spoke, they returned to their intimate session. 

Daniel instinctively followed N'doul's lead. It was like a dance when he'd move like this, he'll move like that. His arms wrapped around over his shoulders, and smoothly he pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.

But after moments of sinking in each others' warmth, they pulled away for the lack of air. Their lips were barely close to touching again, and both could feel their warm breaths on their skin. Daniel felt rather lightheaded - they just started and now he's all messed up, physically and emotionally. 

N'doul chuckled, out of breath, as it made him chuckle along too. He felt his lips gently pressed on his forehead, down to his nose, to his cheek, and to his jawline. He shuddered at the contact, giggling when he had come back to gently peck him on the lips. He decided to be a little tease, as soon their lips softly clashed, he lightly nipped on his lower lip and slyly grinned.

He had caught him off guard, as N'doul stared at him speechlessly in shock, and Daniel laughed shortly with triumph, " Caught you. " that made N'doul chuckle deeply, and to his surprise, he pushed Daniel down and hovered over him. " I didn't know you could be such a tease.. "

The gambler cupped his face with his hands, and he nestled against the warmth of his palms, " I've seen it in movies. Did my lovely charm work? " he laughed at the question, giggling shortly afterward and kissed his forehead. " Very much, eaziziun*.. " Daniel snorted at his reply.

" I might lose my control if you keep this up, " growled the blind with a dark grin, with a hint of hunger lacing his voice. Daniel nervously swallowed the lump in his throat and realized: he was fucked. 

His heart began beating wildly from both nervousness and excitement. He stared at the man's hungry gaze, wondering even to himself if what N'doul had thought Daniel was isn't the way he thought it is.

He felt rather anxious at thought. What if he wasn't good enough? What if he disappointed his expectations? A bunch of what-ifs crossed his mind, and he slowly began to see himself unworthy of this man. But then suddenly..

N'doul abruptly kissed him again and turn him back to the reality of the situation, causing Daniel to yelp in surprise a tad bit, and that left him open in his presence. Their clothed bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as they lost themselves in their kiss.

Right.. they wouldn't be here if N'doul didn't love him the same.

He felt something wet caress inside him- Oh. Oh geez- was that a tongue?

N'doul had taken the role of dominating over the gambler, as his tongue swirled around his. He could taste a tint of tart, blueberry specifically, and remembered they did eat some sweets during their short celebration. He felt rather livened at that fact, dwelling deeper in the kiss.

The tart mixed with the flavour of alcohol from all the drinks they had taken for this special day, as Daniel had found himself getting lost within the taste of wine in N'doul's mouth. As they passionately melt in the kiss, their hands fumbled in taking off each others' clothes and once they pulled away, he was needy to get the fabric off his hot skin.

But first, he had to witness such a glorious sight right before his eyes that caused his brain to short circuit. The headband he wore was tossed aside, and his raven locks graciously fell. He gingerly combed them aside, while the other hand busied itself with taking off the robe he had bought.

The clothe slipped off his shoulders, and his arms let themselves take off the tanktop he had been wearing beneath. Daniel sharply sucked in a staggering breath as his eyes couldn't tear away from the gorgeous sight. His heart was thumping wildly, and he could feel heat pool his lower regions.

His bronze, unblemished skin effortlessly luminescent under the moonlight. His muscles gracefully moved with every twist and flex of his lithe, yet muscular body. His long lashes gently fluttered themselves open as he stared back. A smirk formed on those plump lips of his, and his tongue dragged along with a teasing grin. 

" Liking what you see..? " N'doul asked in a mischievous, dark tone as he could feel the gambler's burning gaze on his shirtless torso. " Yes.. " Daniel had accidentally mumbled, lost in his fantasy, but he immediately snapped out of it, nervously sputtering, " I- I mean!-- "

He was cut off with a laugh from him, who took his hands and let them trace his figurine. " No need to be shy, Daniel.. " He leaned closer, and whispered right by his ear, " I'm all yours.. " he nervously gulped as he could feel his warm breath tickle his ear, his heart doing somersaults. " And you're all mine. "

Daniel swore his heart exploded right in the spot.

While Daniel's hands held his bare torso, N'doul returned the favour. His warm hands dragged on his fair skin that contrasted his, while he busied himself with nibbling against his ear. His lips slowly dragged down to his neck and began to pepper the area with gentle, loving kisses.

At first, he was doing fine, he enjoyed the attention he's been receiving thoroughly. He could feel his care for him with each kiss. Until his thumbs grazed upon his nipples. A squeak escaped his lips when N'doul brushed against there, causing him to stop with his peppering kisses and smugly smirk. 

He began to tease the gambler and pressed against the man's sensitive nipples, which caused to elicit a weak, shaky moan from him that was music to his ears. He played with the man and his nipples, rubbing and pinching and circling around his areola. He began to nibble around his neck and clavicle, making the gambler gasp when he met that one spot.

He had to admit, he was having fun. The way he'd squirm under his touch, the sound of his voice quietly moaning and all, his flesh soft and fragile under his sweet and small love bites.

Before N'doul could do anything else, Daniel exclaimed, " N- N'doul! Damnit- ..don't leave a mark!.. " his face was completely red, and his brain was a total mess. He was a mess, Jesus Christ, his emotions were going all over the place and they haven't even gotten there yet. 

N'doul only chuckled and nuzzled his face against the crook of his neck, " Sorry, love, " he gave a wide grin. " But I don't think I would be able to tell.. " Daniel gasped when he felt both pain and pleasure on his neck and nipples. 

It was all too stimulating for Daniel. A long moan dragged out from him when he felt the pain and pleasure. He only thought people moaned because it was porn but holy heck was he wrong.

N'doul licked the area he had bit in, and the familiar taste of something metallic snapped him out of his animalistic-like behavior. He pulled away and his brows furrowed in worry, cupping the gambler's cheeks, " I- I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to- " 

He had rambled by accident, scared that he might have actually hurt Daniel. That's the least thing he had wanted for the kind gambler who had taken him in and took care of him. He only wanted to repay his kindness and wished to not hurt him.

But he paused when a finger was gently pressed against his lips, followed by a gentle kiss. 

From what he could tell from cupping his cheeks, the gambler smiled like it was nothing. He wished to see his face one day, of the man who had capture his heart. " It's okay, N'doul.. " he weakly reassured with a grin, " You can keep going, my love. "

N'doul immediately peppered Daniel's face firstly with kisses all over, causing the two to softly chuckle before he slid down his body. He gave his chest a little stop and suddenly began sucking on one side while a hand played with the other.

Daniel sharply inhaled from the contact, clasping a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. That, however, made N'doul slightly frowned, as he had reached over and taken the hand off his mouth, whispering, " Don't hold back.. I love hearing your voice.. " 

Just as he said that, a loud moan escaped his lips when N'doul lightly kneed his hard groin. " I realized something earlier.. " he casually hummed, tracing the gambler's body and tugging on the hem of his dress pants. " You're wearing the cologne I had bought you months ago.. "

They had bought it while travelling down the streets, and N'doul had scented some pleasant aroma. They found themselves in a store filled with colognes and N'doul had gotten the one he liked most and offered it to Daniel on his birthday.

A chuckle came from him as he answered, " W- well.. today is a special day, y'know- " He weakly mewled when his hands brushed against his hardened tent in his pants. He only smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek while his hand fumbled with taking off his belt. " I like it.. " he huskily cooed, smirking, " ..it will sure please my appetite. " 

When will he stop flirting? Unfortunately for Daniel, he will never stop and will take every opportunity he has to fluster the young man.

" Oh my.. " Daniel just realized N'doul had slid his hands in his underwear. He grinned darkly, as his face flushed red, when he appealed, " I didn't think you'd come already so quick.. Your nipples are so sensitive, " He pulled the troublesome clothe off and lazily threw them on the wooden floor.

Daniel's eyes widened at the sight of his own erect manhood, soaked in his own cum, and he quickly averted his gaze. He shuddered when he felt his svelte fingers wrap his cock, breathing out a silent moan that made N'doul smirk.

Slowly, he began pumping the hardened shaft with slow, long strokes. Like he had said, he tried his best to not hold in his voice, and he let them out whether they're quiet or loud. Either way it aroused N'doul. He let his other hand freely roam his body, tracing the outline of the gambler's muscles.

He intently listened to his voice and began to pick up the pace. He listened to his whimpers, mewls, and moans, and he could feel himself practically drool from lust. " F- faster.. harder.. please.. " he begged between his moans, and oh that made N'doul easily obliged just to hear his voice even more.

Daniel heavily panted as moans kept making it way out of his mouth. It felt too good. The pleasure was stimulating. He didn't want to admit it, but he could get addicted to this pleasure. He couldn't see a thing clearly, all he knew he was being pleased.

His voice heightened when he could feel himself reach his climax. But abruptly, N'doul stopped, and it was painful to be put on the edge like this. He whimpered and whined, unable to form words as they turned into quiet babbles.

His cock painfully throbbed in N'doul's frozen grasp. It amused him how he could play with someone and put them on edge, hearing them beg for release. " N- N'doul.. " a whimper of his name turned his attention to Daniel, unable to see his flushed face, trickling sweat, with velvet eyes clouded in lust.

He decided to tease the poor, submissive gambler, grinning widely. " What was that, dear? Do you need something..? " Daniel frowned at the man's attitude. He desperately wanted to release it all out, and yet here was N'doul playing with him.

" Please.. " he murmured with his gaze averted from him, but he still could feel his smug smirk widening. " Please what? " he groaned at his stubborness, his legs began to fidget from yearning to be roused even further.

He clicked his tongue and frowned, " Fuck you, " he huffed, but instantly yelped when he felt pressure on his manhood. " No you. " N'doul playfully whispered to his ear, suppressing his giggles after saying that stupid line.

Teasingly, N'doul gently dragged a finger over his throbbing cock, and he finally made him snap. " P- please, just stop teasing me and l- let me come! " His voice stammered when he begged, but he couldn't care less - he was desperate.

" Very good, " He began to pepper his flushed face with dozens of gentle kisses here and there, and began to pump his shaft once again but must faster and harder than earlier much to Daniel's pleasure.

He dissolved into pleasure once he released his load, shivering from the release as he had relaxed on the mattress. His vision was hazy, but he could still make out what was happening. He could see N'doul's smile, as he was pulled into a brief but loving kiss.

" We're not done yet, darling~ "

N'doul had both of them sit up and Daniel rubbed his eyes so he could see better, and oh boy.. guess what he saw. N'doul sat in front of him, legs apart, and his cock, oh God, it was completely erect. He almost choked on his spit at the sight from shock, especially when he licked his cum-stained hand.

After he regained composure, he couldn't help but still stare at his.. exceptionally large.. cock. He then went to search in his mind, he was sure he saw this kind of situation before, and when he realized, he anxiously gulped.

" It's alright, you don't have to use your mouth, " N'doul said as if he just read his mind, causing Daniel to jump a little. " Although.. " he trailed off, smirking once again and suddenly pulling him closer to him, " It'd be much prefferable if you could. " He teased with his tone sounding more challenging.

" Bastard, " he chuckled, kissing the bridge of his nose, " You dare put me up in a challenge? " " You don't have to do it, unless you can call yourself a coward. " Daniel dramatically gasped and N'doul laughed, beaming brightly as he was pulled into a rough and sudden kiss.

When they pulled away, he could feel the competitive aura from the gambler who huffed and stressed, " I'll show you. I can please you damn well. " N'doul grinned and taunted, " Then come at me, O' Great Gambler! " " Ew, you still use that nickname, " the two of them stared for a moment and then laughed.

After that, Daniel had taken action. He had recalled to some erotica he had read before. First, he licked the lower part of the tip and over his slit. Then, he lightly sucked on the tip, mentally smirking when he heard a groan escape from him.

His cock was already dripping with precum so there was no troubles in rubbing the rest of shaft where he couldn't reach. He was still new to this, so of course his teeth would accidentally grind against his cock, but he was surprisingly quick to recover.

N'doul knew Daniel was new with this, but he did not expect this to feel so good. He never felt his warm throat would be so pleasing to fuck. If only he could see his lustful gaze focused on him, with lips wet with precum and saliva moving up and down his cock, then he would've lost it.

He swirled his tongue around his cock and he just believed in his guts this is what he should do when giving head. He was proud of himself whenever he'd hear N'doul moan or groan from the pleasure, it reassured him that he was pleasing him. 

He felt his hand run through his ebony hair, and from the back of his head, he could feel him pushing him down his shaft. He moved rhythmically with his small thrusts inside his mouth, and he fastened the pace not too long afterward. 

Whilst pleasuring N'doul, he pleased his own self too, and rubbed his own cock that hardened once more after getting turned on by his desire to keep going. His muffled moans sent faint vibrations through his job, and it felt too stimulating for N'doul to keep it in.

He bucked his hips onto his mouth, which snapped something inside Daniel, and came. His blind eyes shot open after the gambler pulled away with his tongue stuck out, dripping with his cum and saliva. N'doul lowkey panicked. " Y- you can spit it out in a tissue.. " he suggested and Daniel did so, disposing it by the nearby trash bin before pressing his body against him.

They rested which each others' body warmth for a while, catching their breaths as they went slow for Daniel. But suddenly, N'doul asked, " Do you have lube? " The gambler turned towards him with a slightly raised brow. " Yeah..? " N'doul's mind flew off to Narnia for a second then sat up after recovering. 

" Where is it? " " Night stand. First drawer. " He then leaned over the drawer, taking out a bottle and a packet he managed to grab along. Daniel sat up as well and leaned on his palms with his elbows propped on his knees. " What are you planning to do? " 

N'doul blinked a couple of times and brightly beamed, " For prep! " " Don't say that with such a gleeful expression! " Daniel shrieked and his face instantly turned beet red. He was quick though, he immediately leaned towards with an innocent look. " Aw.. don't you want to do it with me? "

His gaze turned away, but flushed face still faced him, " I.. of course, I want to.. " When he looked back, he saw N'doul flashing him a kind grin. His expressions were soft and gentle, but that turned quickly into something dark and mischievous. He immediately clashed his lips with his, both fell back on the bed.

When they pulled away, he bared his glowing white teeth in a dark grin. " Then we'll have to prep you. "    Yes. Daniel J. D'arby is the one bottoming. Also my writing is progressively going to get worse and lazy so enjoy.

N'doul pinned him down on the mattress, and he watched the blind man pop the cap of the bottle open and coat his fingers with it. " Strawberry scented.. Interesting, " He slyly grinned, and Daniel immediately defended himself, " T- Telence got that for my birthday! " A chuckle came from him and pressed him down on his bed. " Then your brother is very kind~ " 

Daniel immediately tensed when he felt something cold and slippery rub his ass and cock, as he watched those svelte hands of N'doul's gracefully coat his sensitive regions with lube. " Raise your hips a bit.. " He kindly asked and he easily obliged, and he felt a pillow put under his hips which helped his ass show more of itself.

His lubed finger prodded at the tight rim of his ass, causing Daniel to tense up once more from the cold and the nervousness of something sticking inside his fuckin' ass which are meant to be exits. " Relax.. " N'doul softly hushed, as he leaned over and pepper his entire body with kisses here and there.

Once Daniel had relaxed, he saw the man giving him a patient look, and he softly hummed in acknowledgement. Easily, his index finger slipped right in, but N'doul still was wary to not hurt him in any way. 

Without any words spoken, he began to move his finger in and out slowly inside him. If Daniel wanted to be honest, this felt so weird like you're taking a shit in reverse, but somehow at the same time it's kinda pleasing.

" I'm putting in two.. " N'doul mumbled, but loud enough to alert Daniel who buckled his hips. Another finger easily slid in as well, but the stretch caused his breath to hitch. It didn't take too long for him to finally adjust, as he let N'doul to his prep.

He thought he can sit this one out straight-faced. Apparently so, he can not. He could barely contain some of his moans when N'doul had been gently thrusting inside him with his fingers alone, and he'd melt when his fingers scissor inside him and stretched him a bit farther.

He was lost in the pleasure that he didn't even noticed he had slipped a third finger inside. He couldn't stop mewling from the thrusting inside him, the lube's coldness didn't make it any better. " N- N'doul.. " the man slowly came to a halt and he looked over the gambler, and worriedly asked, " Do you want me to stop? "

" I- It's still not enough.. Can't your fingers go any deeper..? "

N'doul blinked a couple of times. He was pretty sure he heard what he said correctly. This threw him off his guard, like it was immediately threw out in space. But he tried to not lose himself and calmed down, answering him, " I've gone as deep as I can with my fingers. "

Daniel felt his fingers easily slip out, leaving him somewhat feeling empty. He couldn't really explain, he just wanted something to immediately fill up his insides. His hazy, dream-like gaze turned over to where N'doul should be.. and.. was he putting on a condom? And he was also coating his cock with some of the strawberry lube. 

" You should be prepped enough.. " he heard him mumble as he got on his knees between his legs and felt something poke his plump hole. His hands gently but firmly held his waist. " Tell me if it hurts, " He quietly whispered, but Daniel didn't hear most of it. He was about to question, but then something larger slipped inside him, causing him to accidentally moan too loud.

He grunted when he felt his ass clench around his dick, furrowing brows as he bit his lip and held in a moan. ' T- tight.. ' he thought as all he could hear from Daniel were his heavy breathing. The gambler could hear his own heartbeat ringing in his ears as his entire body had to process that a fucking cock was shoved up in his ass.

After a while, N'doul finally questioned, " C- can I move now? " he softly whispered as his body hovered over his, unable to see Daniel's dazed stare with eyes that sparked with lust. He simply hummed and threw his arms around his neck and pulled him closer, and leaned up to meet with his lips. " Go ahead, drifter. Please me, " he moaned in their kiss, smirking smugly once they pulled away.

He only returned the grin and bucked his hips. " As you wish, gambler. "  He huskily whispered back before making his move.

You'd expect N'doul to be slow and sensual, but guess what.. his patience was thrown out of the window when he's gotten inside him and was holding back for Daniel's sake. He started off first with some slow and gentle thrusts, about a couple or so.. before fulfilling his carnal desire and relentlessly pounding inside him. 

Daniel couldn't say a word- all the noises he could make were loud moans begging for more or calling out his name. Pleasure shot throughout his body as he could feel it as some sort of tingle than made his senses overstimulated. His legs that trembled with each thrust hooked around his waist.

He couldn't see clearly, all he could make out was N'doul's flushed face dripping with sweat. He could only hear the sound of his moaning and his grunting, along with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoing the room and the faint creaking of the bed. He could smell the strawberry aroma, his own cologne and N'doul's natural scent that was turning him on. 

But oh he totally lost it when N'doul began jerking him off.

His nails lightly dig on his back as he held onto his torso all warm and hot from the heat. Tears had rolled down his cheeks from the overstimulation, and he could barely catch his breath between his moans. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically, along with how coordinated he rubbed his shaft that came after a while.

" F- fuck, N'doul.. Ah~! Oh God-.. J- just like that~! "

Oh how N'doul wanted to see his roseate face begging and crying for more and more, but his voice alone was enough to get him all roused up. Daniel swore that he grew bigger, but that simply adds more to the pleasure. His hips were raised even higher and he thrusted roughly inside him even deeper, losing all of his sense to think straight at all.

N'doul bit his lips as he kept going with all of his stamina. God, he felt so good. The warmth, the tightness, everything- he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure, calling out the gambler's name with low drags of grunts and quiet moans. Soon, he found himself nearing his limit.

With a few more last sloppy, deep thrusts, he finally came. His load filled up the protection he wore, he could feel his skin prickle as the last surge of adrenaline powers itself out. He lost himself in a daze, heavily breathing in sync with Daniel who was seeing stars.

He slowly pulled out and disposed the small bag of cum into the nearby trash, quickly returned and cuddled against the equally exhausted gambler on the bed. " Do you plan to take a shower..? " he murmured almost incoherently as he rested his head on the gambler's chest.

" No.. I think my ass won't let me sit properly for a while, " both of them tiredly chuckled and let out a heavy sigh. Daniel tucked them under the sheets and rested in the afterglow, how long were they doing this anyway..? He didn't care, N'doul was here and that was all he needed.

" Hey.. " the gambler mumbled and turned his eyes to the blind who peacefully rested on his chest. He hummed in response, and the corners of his mouth easily quirked up and so he softly whispered, 

" 'ahbak*.. "

He simply smiled back and chuckled, planting a soft kiss on the gambler's cheek before whispering back,

" 'iinaa ahbk 'aydaan*.. "

His phone rang for a few seconds and Telence picked it up, holding the phone with his shoulder as he had his crimson eyes glued to the screen. " Vanilla?.. Oh, yeah, sure.. Hold just a second, " He swiftly ended the call and set down his controller, walking out of the living room and to the hallways where he opened the door to meet a familiar brunet.

" Hey, there. Got the goods? " Telence asked and Vanilla simply nodded, pulling out his switch and two cases of Animal Crossing: New Horizons. A Cheshire grin formed on the D'arby's face and quietly ushered Vanilla in, as they both chilled by the living room and relaxed on the musty sofa. 

Just as they were about to play the game, Vanilla's sensitive ears picked up something, and bluntly asked to Telence, " So, have the two gotten to it? " A howl of laughter escaped his lips and snorted, nodding, but unaware of the fact that the abruptness startled Vanilla. " Fuck yeah. Just- just listen closely. " The both of them shut up and silence came around the room.

But there it was, the elder D'arby moaning out N'doul's name as the slapping skin sounds were clearly heard. Telence clasped his hand over his mouth and suppressed his uncontrollable giggling. " My grown ass brother is getting his ass wrecked. Ah.. " He wiped away a fake tear from his eye, " The beauty. "

Vanilla snorted for a moment, chuckling as he lightly punched his comrade on the shoulder, earning a little 'hey!' from Telence who punched him back with no strength either. They both huddled up to one side, Vanilla leaned against the armrest while Telence had laid his head on his Godly thighs. 

After a while, when the room had fallen into complete silence, Telence had ended up falling asleep surprisingly. Vanilla sighed once he had taken notice of the sleeping gamer on his lap, he took his switch and turned it off, setting their consoles on the coffee table in front. 

He then brought the smaller man into his arms, and rested his own body on the sofa that was big enough for him, a 6'4 guy, to fit in. He let his head rest on his chest as he softly snored while Vanilla awed at his peaceful expression. 

He planted a gentle kiss on his forehead and drew his head back to lie on the armrest and closed his eyes, after whispering to him, " Good night.. "

Telence smiled in his sleep for a reason unknown to him, but he sweetly mumbled back, " Sweet dreams.. "

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Days had passed since that fateful encounter, and Fugo couldn't help but lean against the windowsill with his typical dull ruby eyes staring out the horizon, a blank and unreadable expression on his face. Lately, he found himself getting more dull and bored these days, it used to be the normal boring everyday feeling, but this was different. He felt.. empty, and lonely, and it was driving him insane, but he kept the conflict inside. Bruno's company was alright, but there was still something missing. Like a missing puzzle piece to complete the image. To complete what he wanted.
He shut his eyes and drew out a heavy, tired sigh, dragging his fingers on the marble sill with a line. He wondered and wondered. What could he be missing? What was this feeling of longing for something? Or rather someone..? His eyes lit up in realization. There's no way, he couldn't have.

He missed that childish bandit.

It made sense, much to Fugo's unsureness. The bandit- or Narancia as he may introduced himself before - was childish, bright in terms of personality and not intelligence, clumsy, ditzy, but most of all, which Fugo lacked, free. He looked out again to see the sky turn into an amber shade with the sun slowly settle down for the day, as a plan immediately hatched in his mind.

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He woke up, and immediately looked at the clock. It was midnight, all according to plan. He swiftly jumped off his bed and rushed to the wardrobe, wearing much comfier and darker clothing to help him blend in the dark. He pulled the hood over his head to hide his streaking blond hair, and he silently rushed out of his room without a word. Guards ventured around the halls, and they've increased security after the previous commotion, which made this escape for Fugo rather troublesome.

He looked to a corner where he saw a guard walking out, and turned away to see a familiar pair of aquamarine eyes staring at him. His muscles tensed all over as he quickly pulled his hood down to show it was only him. He could see his expressions soften a tad bit, but his presence here was making Fugo nervous. " Sir Fugo.. " he started and he averted his gaze. " May I ask what you're doing here in the middle of the night? "

Bruno Bucciaratti, one of his servants and one of the very few he trusted. The man was kind and compassionate, the very reason why he hasn't lost all control of his anger to this day. If he was going to be honest, he had a closer bond with him than his own parents.

Fugo tried to feign innocence with his own looks, but Bruno gave him a harder stare which caused him to drop the act and frown. " I.. I was sneaking out.. " he admitted in a quiet whisper, waiting for the man to scold him and escort him back to his room. He waited, but it didn't came. He looked towards him, whose face wore a kind and gentle smile. He brushed his fingers under his hood and pulled it over his head, as he said, " Don't let anyone know.. " his eyes darted here and there before he continued, " I'm helping you out. "

The servant had led him to the back of the palace, guarded by the head of the guards namely Leone Abbacchio. It was said that he and Bruno are close, but that was unsure to the public but them. He flashed a gentle smile at the white-haired guard, glancing at Fugo for a moment who kept his head low. The two talked for a brief moment and Bruno turned towards him. " If you ever need to go out, just take the path we walked on and talk to Leone. He may not look like it, but he's a gentleman. "

Fugo made his escape after bidding his goodbyes, running off into the moonlit field with the cool breeze accompanying him. He took a familiar path, with the help of his sharp memory, that led to where that clumsy bandit should be living his life. Once he found the large and abandoned home, a sense of relief washed his senses strangely, but he ignored that and approached its large doors after slipping through the rusty gates. He couldn't knock, he hesitated. What if there were others inside who might jump at him and attack him? He didn't want that. He looked around for another entrance and saw a window cracked open. He shuffled his way over there, and hastily slipped inside, his cloak getting caught in the shards as it tore apart once he got inside.

He mumbled a curse under his breath and looked around, only to meet a certain pair of amethyst coloured eyes staring at him. " P- Prince Fugo..? "

He was certain he felt himself smile as he said, " The Clumsy Bandit, Narancia Ghirga. "

Ever since then, he's been sneaking out from time to time whenever he felt like it. It started from a few days to a couple, then to almost every single day. No one knew where he was going, except Bruno whom he trusted dearly. Usually, he'd come to the bandit to chat and all that, maybe even teach him stuff once he found out about his lack of knowledge towards academics. While Fugo taught him the smart stuff, Narancia taught him back with the rough stuff. He'd teach how to hold a dagger and to wield it, some occasional punches and sparring. It was fun.

Until one day, he was caught.

----next part is written by Pleasenobodynoticeme

Fugo was trapped.

He was caught trying to sneak out to meet Narancia, it was one of the guards.. he never bothered to remember their names but this one was clear and distinct in his memory. Risotto Nero. A thousand thoughts sped through his head at speeds usually incomprehensible for normal people but Fugo could pick up all of them easily.

' What do I do now? '
' I won't be able to meet Narancia again. '
' I shouldn't have snuck out. '
' What would Bruno think? '

He was going to break down, so many emotions he had bottled up washed over him like a wave.. and he was drowning. He only watched as the carriage he was in rode away from the run-down mansion, and how Narancia was going to be put on the death row.

No.

Narancia didn't deserve that. It was his fault in the first place. If Fugo didn't sneak out that day, then none of this would've happened. He missed Narancia's company already. He missed the occasional spars with Narancia, he missed Narancia's sparkling amethyst eyes that bore a childish innocence. Fugo even missed the study sessions he had with him.

The carriage came to a stop.

Fugo opened the door with his head hung low, ready to face the wrath of the King and Queen. He wasn't prepared to be met with the fact that they weren't that far from the mansion. Had time passed so slowly when he was worrying over Narancia? He turned to the driver. He was a recruit, Giorno Giovanna, if he remembered correctly. The recruit gave a smile.

" You have a chance. Go, now. I can see that the palace will trap you if you return. "
Fugo was unsure but decided this was for his happiness. The longer he stalled, the more danger Narancia would be in. He needed to take the risk, for both him and Narancia.

He bid thanks to Giorno, donned a cloak, and ran back towards the mansion, it was for Narancia. He didn't know what would happen when he managed to get Narancia back by his side.. Who knows? Maybe they'll be partners in crime together.

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Adrenaline was rushing throughout his entire body. He ran and ran, to the mansion he went. He had to get there before any of the guards take him.

But it was too late.

Narancia was held by his lithe arms, head hung low, with two white-haired men escorted him to his own carriage. One was Risotto Nero and the other was Leone Abbacchio.

He considered himself lucky there weren't that many guards. (Fugo, the entire La Squadra is there.) Might as well use some lessons he's picked up from the bandit. All of their eyes turned to the cloaked figure, unaware of who they faced. Came after he was a guy with dark hair tied to a low ponytail who had charged at him with a sword, but Fugo easily flicked the weapon away with a dagger he pulled out and stabbed the guard. One had ginger-like coloured hair, but he was easily taken down by him.

Abbacchio, without a thought, kicked Risotto away from the bandit, pulling the kids into his arms as the other groaned as he laid on the ground. When he turned to meet the cloaked figure, he saw the familiar spark in those ruby eyes. He knew to whom those belonged, and both seemed to understand with a quiet nod. Narancia, however, was confused, but seeing how the two circled around him protectively, he felt like he knew he could trust them.

He whistled some unknown tune, making all the wounded guards that surrounded them confused. Until, suddenly, an arrow was shot at a guy who had bleached blond hair straight at the head. Many arrows followed after that, getting shot by the chests and legs and they retreated behind the carriage.

Fugo squinted his eyes to look closer at the silhouette on the roof, that soon disappeared as it jumped down, and he turned to Narancia and asked, " Who was that? "

He knew he would answer, but he didn't think he'd yank his hood down so they'd meet face to face. " You came back! " He didn't answer, much to Fugo's annoyance but he didn't mind, and immediately threw his arms around him, and quickly he hugged back. " Of course, I did.. I couldn't just leave you to die.. It wasn't your fault.. "

But their intimate moment was cut off with Abbacchio groaning and fake gagging in disgust. " Gross. Take that shit somewhere else, we have something else to deal with. " He said, a snarl in his voice as he saw the guards coming out once the archer was gone. They all had their swords, ready to attack, as the trio quickly armed themselves with what they had.

From the corner of Abbacchio's eyes, he saw something approaching.. A carriage? Then he saw a familiar blond with donuts for hair and a well-known ravenette. Oh boy, this should be fun, he thought.

As the carriage passed by them as light's speed, Bruno immediately shouted from the window of their ride, " Leone! Prince Fugo! Hurry up! "

Abbacchio dropped his weapon quick and swooped the teens off their feet, carrying them with ease as he chased after the speeding carriage. He tossed Narancia inside first because he was much lighter, and he was caught in Bruno's arms quickly and he immediately got it. Next followed was Fugo, and then him as they all got it as Giorno drove off.

But another figure was chasing after them.

It wasn't a guard, telling from their figure. He wore some kind of headscarf, brown tuffs of his hair barely sticking out, with mysterious piercing black eyes. A smile crept up on Narancia's face as he made a gesture to hurry up, and so the mystery man did.

He caught up somehow, jumping in recklessly and getting caught by Abbacchio and Bruno who dragged him in. " Mista! " Narancia exclaimed as he brought the stranger to a hug, but quickly pulled away as the man put his bow and arrow-filled quiver aside. " You're the guy who shot Prosciutto.. " Abbacchio trailed off, and the guy- Mista, only smiled. " Sorry, he's not that great with language, " Narancia kindly bowed, and Abbachio easily shrugged him off.

Mista met eyes with Bruno who was inspecting him intently. He gave a confused hum and snapped the former servant out of his trance, and Bruno asked, " Mista.. was it? Can you sit alongside with Giorno and keep an eye out to any threats? " Mista simply nodded, picking up his quiver after taking out a few arrows and going to where Giorno drove. The sudden presence of the archer didn't startle him, and he casually asked, " You must be Narancia's friend? "

Mista nodded, watching a smile forming on his lips. " My name is Giorno Giovanna. You are? " He turned his eyes to the archer who held up a name tag that said 'Guido Mista'. He fondly smiled and stuck out a hand for him to take, and both shook their hands lightly as he spoke, " A pleasure to meet you, Mista. "

They rode on for hours and hours until they had stopped somewhere, far far away from the castle as the horses needed to rest.

" So, what now? " Fugo questioned as he turned to Bruno who was reading the map. It was quiet, Narancia and Abbachio had fallen asleep, Mista couldn't talk and Giorno was a silent person. He patiently waited for an answer, and soon Bruno gave him that answer,

" We are now fugitives.. and we must hide our true identities. "

Midnight came and everyone was surprisingly still awake. They held a small discussion as they rested by a dense forest with a campfire in the midst of all of them that provided them heat in the cold night.

" We need aliases, to conceal ourselves. Sounds good? " They all nodded as they all shared their new names to each other alone.

Pannacotta Fugo was now Purple Haze; Bruno Bucciaratti was now Sticky Fingers; Giorno Giovanna was now Golden Experience; Guido Mista was now Sex Pistols; Leone Abbacchio was now Moody Blues; and Narancia Ghirga was now Aerosmith.

They turned away and ventured off with true identities unknown and with the dread of the kingdom ghosting them.

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He grabbed another bottle and downed it all out in one tilt. He tossed it aside and heard it shatter to pieces, but he couldn't care less. Shards of bottles were scattered on the old oak floor of his abandoned shack, with its windows shattered and some planks of the tiny home gone and ruined. It was never in such a good shape in the first place. Why bother fixing it now when the person you built the shack together wasn't here to help? Why did they even build this in the first place..? He forgot.

He lied limp on the musty beanbag they had inside, a bit worn out but comfortable nonetheless. He reached out for another bottle, but nothing met his grasp. He clicked his tongue and his brows furrowed in frustration for a second, groggily sitting up from the beanbag and rubbing his eyes. Everything was still blurry, his head was constantly thudding on something, he could hear his own heartbeat right at his ears, he could feel something well up to his chest- he quickly rushed to a corner and vomited. The world seemed to spin, he could feel the burn in his throat as he let it all out.

Once he stopped, he limply retreated out of the shabby shack, swaying here and there and almost falling, but Yellow Temperance would save his ass much to his disappointment. He leaned against the doorway and his eyes dully shifted to one side, where he met a man with scarlet coloured eyes staring back at him. " Rubber Soul, " the voice was all too well familiar for him, groaning as he turned away. " Steely Dan. " The ravenette huffed and crossed his arms, averting his gaze. " I see you've been treating yourself well. " " Of course, how else would I protect this handsome figure of mine. " Both spoke with cold sarcasm.

Rubber Soul had strangely changed so much since that day. He's gotten more silent, his boisterous arrogant and cocky personality was no more. Even his narcissism which was a big part of him was gone. The sudden change surprised anyone who had survived after the encounter with the Crusaders like Steely Dan or Hol Horse or the D'Arby brothers. " Rubber Soul, " Steely Dan started, gaze returning to the disheveled man. He only gained a hum as his response, making him sigh but continue whatever he was about to say. " This has to stop- "

Something golden and slimy wrapped around his neck instantly and lifted him off the ground. He couldn't breathe. He tried to claw the slime off his hands but it did nothing. " Stop what? " He growled with a cold glare that pierced through his very being. Dan coughed, unable to respond, desperate for air. But finally, he was freed, falling onto the ground coughing and heavily breathing for air. " I- I said.. " He coughed, using the wall nearby him as support to stand up. " Stop.. clinging onto him- " He was about to get hit by Temperance again, but it stopped an inch away as Rubber Soul narrowed his eyes.

" Using your stand on me.. You know I can just pull him out, right? "

Dan scoffed, he couldn't care, he was worried about this guy's wellbeing, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He ignored what he said, continuing what he started, " Reyza, have you even looked at yourself? "

He most definitely hasn't. He was sickly pale, his face flushed red from endlessly intoxicating himself with alcohol. His hair was immensely disheveled, strands unkept, and sticking out in all directions. He had dark, heavy bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep, eyes rimmed with a bit of red from the nonstop crying he's done every single night. He wasn't all that fit too. You could even see a vague shape of his ribs from his usual unclothed torso loosely wrapped with bandages. He was covered in scars too, not as many he had, but he had an amount on his wrists and arms.

Rubber Soul flicked The Lovers off his brain, he wasn't even bothered the slightest with his slimy stand creeping around his insides. " Doesn't matter, don't care. " " I care, stupid. " Dan huffed as he let the minuscule stand retreat. He knew damn well it'll be a hard job to snap him out of it, even if it hurts to try, he had to do at least something. He definitely won't just live like this. " Reyza- " Rubber shot him a glare and growled, " Don't call me that. " Dan rolled his eyes. Typical stubborn Rubber Soul, no wonder why there were only a few who could tolerate him.

" Devo wouldn't want you acting like this, Reyza. "

Rubber Soul froze for a second, expressions unreadable. For a second, Dan had seen his face contort to something soft and melancholic, but that easily switched to complete, pure rage. He came to him at a speed normal eyes wouldn't process, feeling lithe long hands harshly wrap his neck with a thumb pressing the lump of his throat. Dan gripped onto his wrists, but he couldn't get his firm grip off him. He said nothing, but his eyes flared with seething anger and rage. He cursed himself for being smaller, he was easily lift off the ground by his hands this time. He flailed around, but nothing.

His eyes glared at him with the intent to kill.

Without thinking, he blurted out, " Do you think Devo would want to see you like this!? "

He was instantly dropped, and tears flowed down his cheeks silently.

" Leave. " He spat. Dan furrowed his brows worriedly, getting back up on his feet. " I can't leave you like this! "

" I said: LEAVE! " He aggressively shoved him aside and stormed back inside the shack. Dan frowned, but he turned away and left just like he asked. Maybe another time.

He collapsed on his knees and let out a painful shriek with his tears flowing down endlessly. He glanced at the knife with dried blood on its blade and grabbed it without a second thought. He was about to slit his own wrists again, but he stopped when Dan's words echoed in his head.

' Would Devo want to see me like this..? '

He remembered when they first met. The scarred guy loomed over him. He was a giant, taller than Dio and possibly Vanilla Ice. He had bumped straight onto his bare chest, and they didn't quite made a good impression on each other. They ended up fighting, and Pucci had stopped them from getting any rougher. It was strange how they had gotten so close. Maybe because Rubber Soul was the first to act when Devo had returned all bloody and wounded. He just couldn't stand the stench of blood, especially when he's at peace with doing something.

After that, they just got along and the cycle would repeat. A tiny smile came to his tear-streaked face. Devo wouldn't let anyone bandage him, I mean he wouldn't whine when other's do it, he'd always look so grumpy with eyes holding an urge to kill someone. But with Rubber Soul? He's all relaxed and surprisingly soft-spoken. He saw that through the large man and found it silly, but he never questioned why he was like that.

He'd always get himself latched onto him when he's there. Devo would just immediately walk up to him and stick around like some lost puppy, following him wherever he went, except the restroom. At first, it was annoying, he had to admit, but as time passed, he found himself used to it. He wouldn't call it favouritism as Telence said, he was somewhat bearable compared to the others. Maybe it was he was so reckless and had no self-preservation skills- or a dumbass from his perspective.

He remembered how warm his skin was, despite it being rather dry and scattered with scars old and new. He was gentle when he'd patched him up. Actions, gentle, but words, no. He'd scold him over and over, but he never does anything he does, maybe a few times, but he's stubborn all the same. He remembered how quiet his voice was when he'd answer, soft and passive, unlike how he was during at work, being the loud, cackling, and sadomasochistic shaman.

He remembered when he'd braid his hair whenever he'd get bored, telling Devo to sit on the floor as he did his hair. They just sat in comfortable silence and didn't mind the attention they'd get from others, they were just being them. He remembered listening to all the dumb stories Devo told, including some bits from his younger life that Rubber Soul didn't ask about.

He remembered..

He.. remembered..

He told him to meet up by the hotel he had paid once they had finished them off.

He couldn't come. All because Jotaro wrecked his entire body, bones broken here and there, and his jaw wired shut for months.

He couldn't explain how much he wanted to scream when he heard the news from Dan.

How Devo the Cursed ceased to exist.

He dropped the blade and let his body lie with the shards of all the bottles he shattered.

A final tear slipped down his cheek and he softly shut his eyes and whispered,

" I miss you.. Devo. "

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' Was it really worth it? '

He thought to himself. Fiddling with a pen, he sat on the edge of his bed. He rested his chin on his raised knee, his eyes stared onto the corner of his room blankly. He suddenly sneezed, snapping himself out of his dazed state and dropping his pen, blinking his eyes and looking around. The room was dim, barely lit up by the small TV by the corner, with a faint noise of the video game menu coming from it. A sneeze came again, sniffling and rubbing his nose, before sluggishly getting off his bed and crawling over to shut the TV off. 

His back met the cold wooden floor of his room and he stared at the ceiling, breathing out a heavy sigh. For some reason, despite everything, he felt so.. so empty. Like his purpose fulfilled. He turned to the side and stared at the reflection of the mirror. Glossy and dull amethyst eyes stare back at him, as his fingertips gingerly trace over the scars. He remembered how he laid there frozen still as it instantly and almost took his eyes. He remembered how he was recklessly held by Polnareff, lovingly carried by Jotaro who tended to his wounds. 

He remembered where he couldn't see to trust anyone, only himself and those who surrounded him. He could hear his heart thrumming against his ears, his skin prickling from nervousness, his breathing speeding up until he couldn't catch his breath and breathe. He remembered how anxious he was, how the blackened world around him engulfed him into its dark abyss. He remembered when he woke up, Jotaro's hand held his, as he could imagine him smirk with the scent of nicotine taking the room, saying:

" About time. Good grief, you finally woke up. "

He felt his own touch on his forehead, near on his scalp. His breath hitched as he remembered, closing his eyes as it played an old vision. He remembered his warmth pressed against his cheeks, keeping him still as he couldn't budge a muscle, let alone blink. He even almost forgot to breathe just because the intensity and the determination held in his eyes sucked him in like the black hole through those dark pupils of his, dilating smaller and smaller til the fleshbud was ripped out of his forehead. 

He may never know his reasons, but he'll never ask.. maybe it was best to leave it be.

He shuffled on his feet and groggily he stood before himself. Slumped over his shoulders, slouching, not even the slightest ounce of energy to stand properly. He gingerly unbuttons his pajamas with trembling hands, enough to show the wound that sickens him to no end. He drew in a stuttering breath through his teeth, his svelte fingers outlining the scar he despised most. A small frown formed on his lips, dull cherry red strands of his hair falling over his face. It was sickening, horrifying. He wanted to vomit by just the sight of it, and the memory makes it worse.

One moment, he stood there and unleashed his ultimate attack, the next thing he knew, a gaping hole took place of his abdomen and sent him flying toward the water tank, its fluids flowing down like the Nile River, stained with his very own blood. His vision obscure, thoughts running wild at a speed he tried to comprehend and connected the dots to his secrets. His dead muscles bringing out his oldest friend, straining and draining his own strength to tell Joseph. Slipping away, clinging onto the last hope of him figuring it out.

He knew he would die in this journey. He was prepared for it. 

But neither was he prepared to be brought back.

The sound of the monitor obnoxiously beeping woke him. When he looked around, all he saw was white.. and a single black silhouette standing before him. Once it was all clear, that black silhouette moved towards him and grasped his freezing hand with the warmth of his. His vision cleared, and he was met with Jotaro whose tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. He spoke incoherently, or maybe it was just him not being able to hear too clearly with his senses dullened. But he couldn't forgive for making him cry. He was only 17, so was he, but neither of them should've gone through this.

' But yet, why do I crave to disappear? '

He knew he died at that moment. He was supposed to die! To leave the world behind with a single message to save the world. He didn't ask for this. Never. He was ready. He knew in his bones he would die. He was born ready! But why is he here? Standing, staring at his awful self. He hadn't seen his parents, stuck in a room that looked like his own back in Japan, taken care of by the Speedwagon Foundation. Yes, they had been treating him well, but himself? No. It was useless, he thought. He was no longer muscularly-lean he was before. Years passed and he's only bones and bandages. The only thing keeping him here was the Foundation.

He slipped his way back to his bed and promptly collapsed on the soft mattress. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. His tears dried long ago. He wondered and wondered why was he still here? It's been 2 years. He should be with Jotaro, walking with him to school, studying whatever they had, working together on projects, playing video games, hanging out, spending his life with a friend - not just any friend, a friend who he feels dearly close to. The guy who could see Hierophant, the guy who could be normally seen in the naked eye, the guy who he gave his life for.

It would be a shame to see him cry again.. Or not.

It has been 2 years indeed. It's either living a healthy life with his family and friends or painless death. The latter option seemed much better if he wanted to be honest. He moved his head a tiny bit to the side and stared at the white nightstand that stood beside his bed. His eyes lazily moved to what laid upon it. Midnight blue metal, carved with whatever he didn't want to bother say about. In simpler terms, a gun. He sat back upon his bed and reached for it, looking at the weapon as it lied in his palms. His thumb grazed over the details. Since when did he last saw this..?

Oh right.. he was 7 years old back then. Been thought how to hold a gun by his uncle, police, died not long ago. His lips crack into a wry smile, checking onto its ammo, to see it full. Perfect, he thought, giving a dry chuckle to no one. He knew he wasn't in the right of mind, placing the nuzzle of the gun over the temple of his head. He closed his eyes and shut them tight. He placed his finger on the trigger and pulled. It sent off a deafening blow, but it didn't exactly end it. When he opened his eyes, his heart stopped for a moment.

Hierophant. 

How long had it been? 19 years..? That's how long it stayed with him. It had helped him countless of times.. He remembered that time he was about to attend Kindergarten, but he couldn't make any friends.. until Hierophant came to his life. He named him 'The Green Man' back then, and kids called him crazy for seeing something they couldn't. But he trusted him, with everything. They drew together, played together, fought together. He had done selfish things but yet they stayed. Even at the end, to beat him, he obliged and let them know. Even now, he's here.. stopping him.

" H- Hiero.. " he sobbed, looking over his friend whose tendril stopped the oncoming bullet. He held out his hands and Hierophant nestled its face between them. Softly, he pressed his forehead against theirs, closing his eyes as he sobbed silently. The Stand held him close, cradled him in its cold arms. It looked over at him with its eyes shaped in worry, but he only stared at them blankly, slipping his hands. " I'm sorry, Hiero.. " he muttered weakly, but he hadn't let go. It released him soon from its caring embrace as both of them sat in silence.

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The door burst open... Followed by a gunshot.

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It was tiring. Chaka knew that himself. He lived in a poor, but strict household. His family were farmers. His mom had died long ago, left alone with his father, his uncle, and two of his older brothers. He was the youngest in the family, babied by everyone.. but not in a gentle way. Every day, his father would yell that he was weak and useless, with his uncle and older brothers backing up his father with subtle expressions of disappointment and short comments that agreed to his father's statements. Had it all started when he just had to pick up a pail of water from the water hole but failed to do so.

But if it weren't for that failure, maybe his seniors would at least show some respect towards him. Maybe they'd see him as an equal. But.. if it weren't for that failure as well, he wouldn't have met him. Chaka was forced to work when he became six, a few months after his mother's death. When he tripped over some stupid pebble, he dropped all the water he had worked hard for. You see, he wasn't the strongest. He was still young, only skin and bones as his family struggled with money. After letting all that hard work go to waste, a hand stretched out towards his fallen figure and met eyes with wide and round russet eyes that sparked with worry.

" Are you alright? " Chaka had no response to that. He never had friends. He never had anyone to talk with. Except for his mother, that is if she was still alive. But he took his hand nonetheless when the seemingly older kid had helped him get back up on his feet, and the young lad wore a rather cute lopsided grin. His russet eyes turned to the wooden bucket and silently gasped, " Oh no, you dropped your bucket, " He muttered picking it up from the soaked ground, but Chaka immediately swiped it away from his grasp, wrapping his arms around it and looking away.

The other boy only stared in worry. He carried that bucket filled with water and from the size of it, he knew it was a heavy load.. and Chaka's build wasn't enough for that. " You're getting water from the waterhole, aren't you? " He questioned, but he gained no answer, only a simple glance from the younger boy which he took as a yes. " Let me help you! " The older kid chimed, approaching closer towards him who scooted a tad bit away. He kept nagging to help him and Chaka had no choice but to give in. He didn't want to disappoint his father.

Both of them walked down the dirt track of the town and both of them held the bucked with one hand from the other. Chaka was quiet the entire time when this strange lively kid had come around to help. He did all the chatter, sometimes nonsensical sometimes pretty knowledgable. He grew quite fond of him, even if they only spent time for an hour and a half until they both arrived at where Chaka lived and worked. " I'll carry this back home by myself.. " Chaka's soft-spoken and weak voice startled the other for a second who hadn't heard a single word from him the entire time. 

He nodded and assisted him in holding the buckets with both of his arms, flashing a kind smile to the frail kid. After minutes of endless chatter, he had finally introduced himself, " My name's Oingo by the way! And you are..? " He questioned, slipping his arms off the bucket as the kid carried it. Chaka was silent for a second, but he drew out a sigh and answered with a faint smile, " Chaka.. "

Chaka held onto the rake's wooden handle, his grip tightening as a tiny smile crept on his face and the memory. It surprised him they still knew each other until now, but especially when Oingo wanted to be friends after that day. He let out a scoff and reminiscence on the memory. " CHAKA! " Came the yell of his father that instantly grounded his thoughts back on Earth. He yelped from the loudness and jumped, almost curling into a ball from how loud it was. His grin had formed into a frown while his brothers laughed at him and his father glared at him in disappointment.

" You better not be slacking off. You're already weak and useless, don't make me quit on you, " His father sneered with a scowl before returning to their work. All Chaka could do was nod and obey, with a deep inhale he bottled up his tears and ache. His father made him work longer than the family did, but Chaka told no complaints and worked on. He sweated under the burning shining heat of the sun and watched it slowly set down into the horizon. I'll be late, Chaka thought as he watched the sunset before turning back to his work, and newer wounds and scratches formed on his bare palms and feet.

As he walked, he winced once something painful seer on the soles of his feet. He stumbled forward and kept his injured foot lifted off a tad bit from the ground. He sat on the ground and looked over the wound of his foot, bleeding from the wound. He shrugged it off and tore a piece from the tunic and dabbed the injury rather hastily, wincing from the pain that soon dullened. After a minute, he was back on his feet and back with his duty, leaving small blots of blood on the path he walked on. The dark sky was soon littered with stars, and he had no dinner after his family had eaten, only bits of leftovers he ate.

His family had gone off to sleep to his pleasure, and he snuck away from his home, donning a cloak he had picked up from somewhere not long ago. He ran through the empty streets of Kom Ombo, heading south and following the Nile River. From not so afar, he saw two figures leaving a certain cave, and he picked up his speed and caught up to them. The taller one turned around and a smile immediately dawned on his face, ushering the two into the same cave he emerged from before. " Chaka! You're late.. " He mumbles, but Chaka only gave them a faint smile. " I know, Oingo.. Sorry.. " 

A tiny frown formed on Oingo's lips, and a sigh escaped from them. Chaka turned his attention to the smaller, and younger one, ruffling his scruffy ebony hair as the kid whined. " So.. " Oingo started, solemn caramel eyes drifting towards him that caused him to momentarily freeze. " How's work? " He questioned with an awkward grin, and Chaka slipped his hand off Boingo's hair. The young one was a lot like him, and he also had grown fond of him quickly. He nonchalantly shrugged and answered, " The usual.. Father made me work longer.. " He watched Oingo's expression saddened a tad bit and slipped his hands to his and held them gently.

Oingo flipped faced his palms towards him, and his frown deepened at the sight. His palms were littered with wounds and tiny scars, some old and some new. Boingo lit a candle to give light inside the dark cave, seeing each other much clearer than before. Without warning, Oingo placed his hands on Chaka's calved and yanked them out of his cross-legged position. He clicked his tongue at the sight of an obvious fresh wound on his left foot, clotted with its own blood and dirt likely. " You didn't clean this up, did you? " He sighed, but Chaka's response was to look away. 

He glanced towards his younger brother, who nodded and pulled out disinfectants and bandaids/bandages from the pouch he wore, handing them to his brother. " This may sting a tad bit, " He warned, gently scratching the clot of his wound, making Chaka silently his in pain. He bit his lower lip while he felt a stinging pain on his foot while Oingo dabbed alcohol lightly to the wound. He cleansed the dirt off his feet and placed a bandaid over the wound before wrapping bandages around his feet, despite Chaka's protests of that being unnecessary. 

When Chaka soon sat upright, Oingo took his hands and treated the tiny wounds and scars with care. While he worked on giving him the aid he needed, Chaka silently stared at the man. How long have they known each other? 10 years..? Memories of old flashed in his mind, and they all held one aspect from Oingo. Kind. He was kind. He may show off sometimes prideful, dumb, or confident, but behind that there always lit a tiny spark of kindness. Subtle or not, he always showed them in his own ways and only towards the people he cared for. 

How did he deserve such a nice man like him? He asked himself countless times. His large build shifted around as he dabbed his palms with disinfectant, his hand gently his, its warmth giving him a sense of comfort.. of safety. The strands of his fuzzy hair falling off of his shoulders as he leant down, lips pursed shut, and eyes glistening from the flame of the candle. No one had shown him comfort like this, or anything that made him feel somewhat protected. Where he wasn't mistreated. He had been quietly staring without his own notice, but Oingo didn't mind the attention.

There were some things he noticed when years flew by. For example, whenever his hair was in the way, he'd just blow a puff of air to shoo it off. Whenever gets confident about one thing, his eyes would instantly start to well up from how proud he is. Whenever he got nervous, he had a tendency to curl his hair around his finger and slightly pout. To Chaka, all of these were adorable, and those were the few. Some of them are gross, but he's Oingo so he couldn't care less. But he noticed that, when years passed, some things also had changed within himself.

He had no clue what. Whenever he's there, the world seems to come to a halt, something fuzzy and warm within him grows, and butterflies flutter around his stomach. His heart would wildly thump, and if it could, it would've broken his ribs long ago. His breath slightly quickens, anxious to say something wrong and anything at all. His fight or flight instincts immediately take action, but it wasn't out of fear - it was stupid, he thought, but he had fallen for him. And he fell hard. Everything around him turned his internal self into a screaming anxious mush from being so lovestruck. 

If only he could.. If he had the courage to.. He would've told his feelings. But he was afraid of what he would say, and so he stayed silent.

" There, " Oingo finished with a smile, letting go of his newly bandaged arms, but his warmth still lingered on his skin. He blinked a couple of times as he stared onto those kind russet eyes of his. The very same pair that looked at him and reached out 10 years ago. " If you're going to work, you should at least take care of yourself, " Oingo stated with a tiny playful pout, crossing his arms, but Chaka only chuckled, " Alright, alright.. but we should go. It's getting late- " " Have you eaten dinner? " He promptly cut him off and Chaka rose a brow before nodding.

" What did you eat? "

" ..Leftovers?- "

" BOINGO! Did you bring the snacks? " Oingo looked over to Boingo. The kid nodded and pulled out some chips and snacks from his pouch bag, making Oingo smile as he handed it towards Chaka. " Here. Eat. " " E- Excuse me..? " Chaka stared at him, dumbfounded. " These aren't meals, but these are all I could offer you to fill up your empty stomach, " He sighed, still forcing him to take it already. " I- I can't eat this! You've done so much for me I- " Oingo placed a finger on his bold lips with a hush, silencing his sputtering, " Shut up and take it. We won't leave, not until you eat! " " What!? " Boingo exclaimed, but Oingo ignored him.

" But- "

" No buts, Chaka! Just eat already, you can't keep going on like this. "

The puppy dog face Oingo made instantly made him weak and in defeat, he let out a frustrated sigh. 

" Fine! I'll eat your damn food. "

Oingo cheered as Boingo let out a tired groan.

The night passed with horrible jokes and puns, and Chaka hoped that his life could be this uplifting and bright everyday.
But he knew Oingo's company alone was fine, for he was the sun that brought light to his darkest days. 

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The sun was set up high in a Spring's noon, shining over the cathedral. The bells loudly chimed as the petals of white lilies flew over the scene. Chatter and laughter echoed around the place, friends and family, old and new. Today was the day.

And he was nervous to face it. Alessi nervously fidgeted with his hands, sucking his lower lip and sweating like buckets. His foot nervously and repeatedly tapped the marble padded floor. His heart was racing, his eyes couldn't focus on one thing.

" Alessi! " A slender pale hand slapped him across the face, snapping him out of his anxiety. He whipped his head towards her and frowned, creasing his brows, " What was that for!? " " You're acting all panicky, " a man deadpanned as the girl who had a grip on him glared.

Midler just fucking slapped him. Out of all, it could've been his older brother- wait, she's more preferable. " Dude, calm down, you're going to ruin 'the day', " Mariah remarked with a mocking smirk. Why did he think to have Mariah, Midler, and his older brother as his groomswomen/man a good idea?

He gritted his teeth and brows furrowed deeper, still fidgeting with his hands. " God, I'm not so sure... I- " " If you're regretting proposing to him, let me remind you that he proposed at the same time as well. " His brother pointed out with a Cheshire grin.

Alessi groaned as he covered his face. Thank God nobody gave two shits on how anxious he was. He was trying his best to not shit himself. He was about to explode. He- " Psst. " He whipped his head towards the priest, who had obviously had caught his almost panic attack.

" It's time. " Pucci mouthed and Alessi almost swore too loudly. The priest cleared his throat and announced, " If you all may, please stand for the br- I mean, husband. " The doors swung open, blinding almost everyone from the midday light outside.

A young kid walked down the aisle with a basket of flowers. Much to his annoyance, he didn't litter them as he was told, instead, he threw the entire basket into the air, an explosion of petals falling from above. " Mannish! " Another boy exclaimed as the kid laughed and walked on.

Another kid, probably in his teens, walked the aisle this time. The ring bearer- he held a cushion which held the rings the two will bear on their fingers. When he reached the end, he simply placed the cushion in front. He turned to Alessi and gave him a subtle thumbs up and left, to which Alessi mumbled, " Thanks, Boingo... "

The sound of the cane clacking caught everyone's attention. Finally... Alessi felt his breath stuck in his throat. Time seemed to slow down. There he walked down the aisle, his soon-to-be-husband. His co-worker. His dearest friend.

N'Doul...

He wore a white tuxedo, pure white as a blank canvas, which contrasted his black suit. God, Alessi couldn't care less what his beloved wore, he's gorgeous no matter what. Terence slips his arms off N'doul once they reach closer to the edge, and just as the escorted man was about to walk up to the altar, he tripped.

Alessi wasted no time and instantly rushed after N'Doul, holding onto his hands as he asked, " Oh my God- Are you alright? " N'doul let out a groan as he gave a firm squeeze on his hands. Once the two got back up on their feet, he reassured, " I'm alright, " He said with a smile.

They laced their fingers together and Alessi's face flushed red quick, his hearts doing flips. " Shall we? " N'doul questioned, showing his teeth, and he waited for no answer. With a laugh, he brought them to stand on the altar, where their ultimate journey shall begin.

Alessi looked towards Pucci who remained nonchalant about this as he said what he needs to say. It lasted forever, and everyone was silent. No one kept track of time. Alessi's grip on N'doul's hand got tighter, but he was responded with a reassuring squeeze from the other.

" We will now have their exchange of vows... Who will- " " May I? " To everyone's surprise, to even N'doul's, Alessi spoke up. Maybe a bit too suddenly as he cut the priest off, but it looked like he didn't mind.

He took in a deep inhale and nervously grasped his lover's hands with trembling ones.

" N'doul... first and foremost, and I'm not gonna say this again so listen closely, I love you. With all of my heart, I really do. I'm not the brightest, the coolest, the best person to fall in love with, but... Here we are, about to get married, " A chuckle slips from his mouth, causing N'doul to laugh a tiny bit as well. " We didn't have the greatest impression when we first met. I was 19, you were 15... We fought in the shady alleys... But that was the first time I met a stand user like me! I- I was excited because... Well, I wasn't alone anymore and... A- and- " Tears began to flow down his face, his voice cracking as he kept going. " Y- you were there... For me... This is where our journey ends... For an ultimate one to begin, for us, where you and I can live a future. N- not just any future, our future! I hope that I will be enough for you, and I promise you that with every passing second, I will cherish our lives. I promise that when you need me in times of need, I will be there, to listen, to talk to, to comfort you... I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you and to always hold you in the highest regard. These things I give to you today, and all the days of our life... "

He sniffled and silently sobbed, as his tears streamed endlessly like waterfalls. He meant it all, he truly does. From the bottom of his heart, with every atom of his being, he poured out everything he genuinely meant in his vows.

" Oh, Alessi... you left me speechless... " N'doul almost whispers in awe, tiny drops of tears falling from his face. Alessi couldn't help but joke, " Oi, you're already blind, don't leave me at mute here. " " Alessi! " N'doul whisper-yelled, punching his arm lightly as Alessi snickered.

They couldn't take this seriously, none of them could, but all of them were aware, that this meant truly something significant to these two.

" Alessi, my bastardly ray of sunshine, my sweetheart, my candy-snatcher, " He deadpanned at that last nickname. " I love you too, and I truly mean it. You are indeed not the brightest or coolest, but that's what makes you you. I'm just as flawed as you are, and if I'm going to be honest, you might be more blind than I am in seeing them. You have called me weak and pathetic, but I knew you never truly meant it because I know- " N'doul booped his nose- " You never had the guts to say so. But... you handled me at my worst, and not everyone could do that. And... I- God, my emotions are too overwhelming for me- " Alessi broke him off with a laugh.

" If you love as much as I do, then prove it. " " Oh, sweetheart, bold of you to assume I love you at the same degree. " Alessi's face paled in shock and fear, but N'doul immediately said, " I love you more. " " You idiot- " " Ahem. " Pucci loudly cleared his throat. " I suppose you two are done? "

Without missing a beat, the two nodded.

" With this ring, I wed thee. " N'doul declared with a soft-spoken voice, slipping his ring in Alessi's calloused finger. " With this ring, I also wed thee. " Alessi declared in an almost joking tone that could've made N'doul burst out laughing, but both kept it cool as he slid his ring to the other's finger.

" I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom. "

N'doul swept Alessi off his feet as their lips met in one sloppy and passionate kiss, grinning like the idiots they were as their friends and family had cheered and applauded for the union of these two.

Alessi stared at N'doul's grinning face, lips curved up into a wide smile with a few tears slipping from his eyes. With a crack of his voice, he said once more, " I love you, Alessi... "

He said he wouldn't say it again, but... how could he not?

" I- "

With a breathless gasp, he shot up from his sleep. Alessi breathed heavily, his body trembling, and everything just went numb. He heard nothing, felt nothing, spoke nothing, and saw nothing.

Everything was a blur to his senses.

He could only feel the stinging warmth of his tears, hear the loud thrumming beat of his heart, the deafening ringing in his ears, the aching sadness and rage crushing his heart into pieces.

He turned towards the empty space beside him. Of course, it was empty, none could've slept on it. If there was someone who would...

Only an undead who could.

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Dire had contacted Straizo to meet up for today. He just wanted to hang out with his friend. This was years ago. They had known each other since college. Both met up with their dreams to teach the art of dancing and whatnot. They didn't start off with a good impression, honestly, Straizo was in a bad mood back then when Dire had spilt his tray of food on the young man, who snapped at the blond and so a fight ensued.

They had been scolded by the former Principal of the school, Tonpetty, before it was taken by the Joestars. The Principal made them roommates, a light punishment for them to get along. It wasn't easy to get along at first. Straizo was still tense and on the edge, there are so many things happening back at his home that deeply concerned him. Like his drunken mother, his cheating father, and his innocent younger sister. He was stressed at home and school was stressing him more, especially with what happened.

But, it's as if God answered his prayers, Dire didn't pressure him or anything. He didn't give any foul expressions or rude sayings. He just let the raven headed man stay quiet in his mind, in the guy's own world.

Sooner or later, the two finally made up, and they became close. It started off with Dire suggesting to study together and Straizo agreed to that. Sometimes Dire would bring Straizo to eat dinner or lunch with some of his friends like William Zeppeli, Jonathan Joestar, and Robert E.O Speedwagon. But during those times,
Straizo never smiled, or at least he faked them, though Dire saw through that people-pleasing grin. And a strange sense of protectiveness bloomed in his heart.

He wanted Straizo to be genuinely happy... to smile without having to fake it. To be... him.

" Hey, " Dire's voice spoke through the speakers of Straizo's phone. " Hey, " He simply replied back, but swiftly added in, " It's 8:30, at night, where the hell are you? You're nearing past curfew. " A soft chuckle came through the phone and Dire answered, " I'm at the entrance of the school, silly. I gotta buy something at Target. Can you tag along? " He requested almost innocently, in which Straizo sighed at. " I'll be there. "

He couldn't say no. He just couldn't. One time he said it, Dire looked like a kicked puppy and that made him feel guilty, though Dire didn't see that through his still and nonchalant façade. Besides, Dire happened to be just one of the few who let him be, and he appreciated that, so he thought he owed him something and he wanted to 'pay' for it, even if it only meant his company.

He met up with Dire at the school's entrance and off they went to Target. Dire stuffed his gloved hands in his coat pockets, a breath of air visibly coming from his trembling lips. " Cold? " Straizo questioned, glancing towards the other who shivered slightly. Dire pouted as he tucked his head more into his scarf, " Y- yeah... " He swore he heard a snicker from Straizo, but when he looked over, he kept that straight face. As they were walking, Straizo held out a gloved hand and Dire looked confused. But he didn't explain at all, he just took the closest hand from him in his pockets and held it firmly, hiding their hands inside his own pocket.

And everything felt suddenly warm.

But he liked this, so none of them questioned it.

Before they got to Target, Dire stopped by a petrol station. Straizo waited outside, taking note of the broken sign. Sooner or later, Dire walked out with a bag of chips that obviously seemed to be ripped-off versions of some well-known chips. Straizo raised a confused brow at Dire, why the hell would he buy chips when they're going to Target? As if Dire read his mind, he answered, " They're cheaper. Let's go! " They both walk onwards to Target...

Only to find it closed.

" Shoot! What time is it already? " Dire stomped on the ground and turned to Straizo, checking his watch. " 9:10, " He answered, followed by a groan. Dire held his head and crouched on the ground, groaning loudly, " AGH! I forgot this store closes early during Winter! " Straizo sighed and knelt down, " Hey, we can chill by that shitty tiny car park close by the petrol station with the broken sign. What do you say? " He suggested, meeting Dire's surprised gaze. His frowning lips soon broke into a smile, " Sure. "

They walked their way back to where the petrol station was and took a left before they got there. Behind the station was a tiny car park, Dire had mentioned it at some point while they walked to Target. They took a seat on the concrete pavement on the side by the station's store, and Dire tossed him over the same chips he had bought earlier. " It's already past curfew- " Dire started, struggling to open his bag of chips, and its containments went everywhere when he ripped it way too open. " Crap. " He heard again another snicker, but he looked over to Straizo calmly opening his bag of chips.

" Yeah, it's past curfew, " Straizo stated, tossing one of those chips in his mouth. But once he tasted it, he instantly spat them out, wiping his lips, " What the hell!? " His face immediately contorted into a furious look of disgust, in which Dire burst out laughing at. Straizo frowned at him when he kept laughing, but he'll never admit that his smiles always made his day brighter.

Once Dire had stopped, he leaned on Straizo's shoulder and took his bag of chips and began eating it without any reaction, in which Straizo was genuinely confused at but didn't ask. Time passed by as the two told each other stories, mostly Dire did the talking, slipping in a few jokes now and then.

" Oh! Remember that one time that jerk named Dio Brando made fun of Jonathan? " Dire began and Straizo gave him a simple nod with a hum. " So, Jonathan went to me, Will, and Robert. He was crying and all, it hurt to see the angel sad. You know what Robert said to comfort him? " He asked and Straizo shook his head. Dire held in his laughter and continued, " He said: 'Don't be sad. Because 'sad' backwards is 'das'. And das not good- " Straizo slapped his hand over his mouth as he kept himself from laughing, but to no avail, the joke kept going inside his head, and so he burst out laughing from that horrible joke.

Dire stared at him in shock, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. The way he laughed was so different from his calm and cold usual self, it was loud and boisterous and straight-up out of character. But Dire couldn't help but love it. So, he kept on telling more horrible jokes and stories that made Straizo break into a smile or laugh, and the night passed with no worries.

Except they got scolded for returning at their dorms at 10:30.

" And that's why that's my most precious memory, young one! " Dire laughed as he picked up a young little girl from the ground, earning a cheerful laugh from the tiny woman as she smiled brightly. Walked into the room was her adopted father, Straizo, and Dire set her down on the ground as she ran towards her father, hugging him by his waist. The man chuckled and looked towards Dire, raising a brow, " Alright, what did you two talk about? "

" About our most precious memories! " The young girl answered, giggling as she was raised from the ground single-handedly by her father. " Oh? " Straizo mused with a smirk, looking firstly at his daughter then at Dire.

" What's your most precious memory? " Straizo asked.

Dire chuckled and answered with ease, " ...Honestly? That time when we sat in that shitty little car park late at night, eating those disgusting chips from the petrol station with the broken sign. "

He slightly frowned at the response, but his face showed confusion, " ...Seriously? Why? "

" Easy, " He laughed half-heartedly and walked up to them,
" Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real. "

Straizo's face immediately flushed into a soft shade of red, chuckling softly as Dire asked this time, " What's your most precious memory? " He grinned a tiny bit and kissed his daughter's forehead before answering, " You and my daughter are my most precious memories. "

Dire smiled widely and kissed the young girl's cheek, earning a giggle as she kissed his forehead. He turned to Straizo whose gaze was soft and loving. He leaned forward and gently gave him a soft peck on the lips before whispering,

" I love you... "

" I love you too. "

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Avdol was used to this. To live his life everyday in a monochrome shade of black and white. It's not that bothersome, no one really cared what you wore, unless they were able to see colours now, but he didn't care for that all too much. He shuffled his tarot cards as his eyes blankly stared off to some space, remembering his past. He remembered how childish he was, always wanting to find his soulmate after hearing countless of stories from his parents who told him what the colours were like. Their parents explained them as if he was blind.

But as time passed he instantly matured. After finding no one close to him was his soulmate, he gave up that easily, for a kid that is, and so he grew, eventually forgetting the hopes of knowing what colours were. He stuck with his mother's stories of how colours are, simply trying to imagine those so-called colours, but to no avail. He was lost in his train of thought, unaware a man in front have been calling his name. But he snapped out of it once he heard a gentle knock on the wooden desk he sat in front of, looking up to see a pair of eyes staring at him. Oh, how long had he been there? He asked himself.

The man had a wide and muscular build, but what caught his attention most was his hair stuck up in a weird pillar-like hairdo. Not to mention, his hair isn't any shade of grey, it's just white. He wore some dark black tight-tube that showed some cleavage of his muscly pecs, a single strap going over his right shoulder. He had dark arm bands and a light pair of pants that sagged on the ends but tucked in his boots. His earrings were strangely heart-shaped, one side on each ear, to connect them as to make a single broken heart whole. " I apologize for not simply paying attention. Is there anything you want? " Avdol questioned, voice husky and deep, but soft and well-meaning.

" Uh, yes, this is a Fortune Telling shop, non? " Huh, judging from his accent, this stranger seemed to be French. He simply nodded to his question, and the other sighed softly, to Avdol's confusion. " Oh thank goodness I read that right! I'm sorry but, um, I sort of stranded to this place and- " He breathed out a heavy sigh and immediately said, " I'm lost. " Oh, well that was straightforward of him, but it makes things easier so he doesn't mind. He set down his deck of tarot cards aside and stood, finding that he was maybe a bit taller than the Frenchman if it weren't for his 6 inched pillared hair. His eyes shone with a mysterious wise gleam as he spoke up, " Very well. I suppose a tour around the streets will suffice. "

It had been weeks after that strange encounter with the Frenchman. To his surprise, he didn't expect for him to be so talkative, but if he did judge his appearance at first look, he could probably say there was a bit of childishness in his heart. Just from the way his eyes 'glowed' or the way he spoke or how he brightly beamed, it had a small aura of cheerfulness from the man. He also had gained his number, he had considered once or twice contacting him, but he never did so.

" My name is Jean-Pierre Polnareff! " He introduced in the midst of their so-called tour, to which Avdol strangely took mental note to remember, an old habit of his. " I'm from France and I teach fencing. " Fencing? Intriguing. " Hm... You fence? " " Yup! I fence! I got an ace student, his name is Argent Char! " Avdol held in a chuckle, but the man was quick to hear it, sending him a skeptical look. He shook his head, smiling softly, " No, I'm not doubting you. But you have a student whose name literally translates to Silver Chariot in English? " " Oh! You understand French too? " " Oui. "

A quiet chuckle drew from his lips as he reminiscence the memory, resting on the palm of his hand, his elbow propped up on the desk up front. Today was a day-off, but he liked sitting and waiting on this chair, as he was quiet and solemnly still, slowly dozing off into sleep. However, his phone said otherwise. It began buzzing in his pockets, shocked by the vibration on his thighs, he sat up immediately. He brought his phone out and his eyes slightly widened in surprise, but calmly he took the call, gently placing the phone by his ear.

" Polnareff? " " Avdol! " He almost brought his phone away from his ear from the sudden booming voice of the Frenchman. " Polnareff, please keep your voice down, you nearly gave me a heart attack. " " Oh! Sorry, sorry... " His voice trailed off and he sounded much softer now to his comfort. " Are you free for today, Av? " He questioned softly, the nicknamed catching the Egyptian off guard. He became silent for a while, processing the nickname, before answering, " Yes. Why? " " Great! I'll meet you by your shop! " " Polnareff, wha- " And he hung up. So childish, he thought, but he couldn't help but grin.

Then suddenly, Polnareff's head peeked out from his shop's entrance, and once he looked over, he nearly fell from his chair. " Polnareff! " He exclaimed, followed by laughter from the Frenchman as walked in. He breathed out slowly as the other sat by on his desk, meeting eyes with the other, " Care to explain? " Avdol questioned with a raise of his brow. Polnareff nodded, " Yeah, wanna go to the movies? " Now he was more confused. " But why? " " Just because... " He answered with a playful pout and the other looked simply unamused. A second passed and Avdol rolled his eyes and stood, " Alright, fine. " " Yay! " " Dibs on you're paying. " He added swiftly with a smirk and the other crossed his arms, " Oh screw you. "

" Hey, Av, " Polnareff whispered, watching the Egyptian silently read his book. The other didn't pay attention to him, to which he frowned at. " Avdol. " Nope, nothing. " Avvy! " Avdol snapped his head towards him, face written all over in confusion. His frown turned into a smile once he saw his face towards him, grinning widely. " What is it? " The Egyptian asked, marking his book and putting it down. The Frenchman giddily asked him, " You do fortune telling stuff, right? " " If you read the sign correctly a month ago, I suppose you'd know, " Avdol remarked with a smug grin and Polnareff simply narrowed his eyes and pouted.

" Ha ha, very funny. " He rolled his eyes in fake annoyance, " Okay, yeah, you fortune tell, but what kind? " He instantly followed with a question. Avdol hummed for a moment before he answered, " Tarot cards and palm reading. Why? " " Oh nothing... You can guess~ " The Frenchman mused with a grin and Avdol, unamused, rose a brow, but he went along with it anyway. He would've said no, but it was fun to play along with a man's enthusiasm. He stared at Polnareff silently as seconds passed, and the other was beginning to grow nervous, especially with how intense his stare was, he was beginning to sweat.

But a smile came upon his lips and the Egyptian guessed, " You're asking for a palm reading. " " What!? How'd you know? " Polnareff looked totally surprised and confused, as if he was child that was shown 'magic' to. Avdol chuckled deeply, " I'm a fortune teller. " " Yeah, no shit! " He huffed crossing his arms. Avdol soon burst out into a fit of giggles and laughter, earning a confused look from Polnareff. " What??? " " Oh, you gullible Pol, " He softly laughed, wiping away a fake tear from his eyes. " You're so open, I read you easily like an open book, " He chuckled.

" You've been fidgeting with your hands since you asked, and you've been glancing at it too, " He explained, pointing towards his fidgeting hands, Polnareff jolting up as his face flushed darkly. " Shut up! " He exclaimed, face fuming in embarrassment as he turned away. A fond grin grew on his lips, something about a flustered Polnareff amused him, and made his heart do unexpected flips of joy.

Polnareff nervously tapped the floor with his foot, a habit he can't control when anxious. He didn't want to admit it, he's scared of admitting it, but... ever since he met Avdol, he had fallen for him. There was something strange that made him gravitated towards him, as if there were invisible strings that connected them. " Hey, " His voice called, and when he turned around, he saw his hand outstretched towards him. The man gave him a soft and gentle smile, and he questioned, " Will you let me read your palm? "

Avdol patiently waited for his response, his heart beginning to race from anticipation. The flustered look on the Frenchman's face slowly dissolve, lips curving up into bright and cheerful grin as he sighed softly, shaking his head, " Fine! You're so playful! " He reached out...

And everything around them were donned with colours.

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September. 15, ××××

" I trust you well enough to lead a group of your own. "

Those were DIO's last words before he was dismissed.

N'Doul was signed out of the assassination team.
But he was given the oppurtunity to be a capo.

The sound of the clacking cane echoed down the halls and corridors, muffled by the sound of people chatting and talking. He softly hummed a tune under his breath and skipped as he walked. He knew the place like the back of his hand, there was no need to worry where he was heading.

He is, however, heading to the cafe right outside the building of their... business. He has someone to meet. A friend, he could say.

-

The bell chimed a tune as the glass door was pushed open. He quickly flashed a kind grin towards anyone who was inside. Walking to the counter, the woman behind the desk spoke up, " Welcome to Kapé Barako. Sir N'Doul, a man is waiting by your usual seat. " " Thank you, miss. " He turned his head to where his 'usual seat' would be, and a smirk dawned on his lips.

He made his way there and took a seat, very well aware of who is right in front of him. " Alessi. " He slyly grinned, chuckling low under his breath, " Well, what brings you here? " He shortly laughed as he could sense the annoyed-vibe coming from the other, snorting momentarily. " Shut your mouth! " Alessi huffed rather angrily, but N'Doul couldn't help but still laugh.

It took him a while to finally stop, still chuckling while he could hear his companion grumbling angrily. " Okay, okay, I'm done. Now, what is it? " He giggled, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. Alessi clicked his tongue, " So, uh, you're a capo now... right? " N'Doul nodded with a hum. He cleared his throat and fidgeted on his seat before asking something unexpected:

" Could I be under your service... capo? "

August. 23, ××××

" HEY! GET BACK HERE!!! " A vendor yelled. Oingo's brows furrowed as he held an armful of fruits and bread. " Boingy, on my back, hop on! " Boingo hopped on his brother's back, and they made a run for it. He gripped hard on his brother's collar as he nearly slipped off, and Oingo continued to run despite the food he stole were falling off.

He wasn't looking where he was going, and that's how he had bumped onto someone. He stumbled to the side, and dropped all the food he had, but instead of paying attention to it, he helped up whom he bumped into. To which... his eyes shrank in fear. A black coat with a brown fur collar, a neat and tidy suit beneath, and those golden hoop earrings. It was N'Doul.

" M- Mr. N'Doul! " Oingo anxiously stammered as he backed away, looking back to see his younger brother in pain. That worried him more than the mafian in front of him. " Boingo! " He knelt down and cradled the young one by his arm. He winced at the sight of his brother with a twisted ankle, carrying him. The vendor was, yet again, about to shout-

but N'Doul shushed them before they could do so. He skimmed through his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills, handing them to the vendor, " That should be enough to pay for what they stole. " It wasn't... though they weren't going to fight back, after all, N'Doul isn't exactly overall... nice. They retreated to their shop and N'Doul approached the siblings.

Oingo cowered back in fear, closing his eyes as he kept Boingo close to his chest, until they felt a warm hand gently pat on his back. He looked up to see the mafian gesturing to follow him, and so he obliged. They followed N'Doul to the cafe, saw him talk to someone as they left to get something. " Please, " Oingo froze at his voice. " Take a seat. " N'Doul gestured to an empty chair.

Oingo sat his brother down on a separate chair, and he sat beside him keeping him close. A man with a short stature came walking towards them with a bucket of ice, and he looked towards N'Doul expectantly. " Check the kid's ankle, and be gentle. " The other rolled his eyes and knelt down setting the bucket on the floor as scarlet eyes darted at them.

Then the end of the capo's cane tapped his head, " Be gentle, Alessi. " " I am, I am! " Alessi groaned as he outstretched a hand. " Give me your foot, kid. " Boingo looked over towards Oingo, nervous, but the elder wasn't any less terrified at all. He meekly nodded and so the young one hesitantly offered his foot, freezing once Alessi took hold of his limb.

" Tsk. Looks pretty bad, " Alessi grumbled, " Stay still, kid, this is cold as sh- " " Language, " N'Doul firmly spoke out of nowhere, and Alessi rolled his eyes. He sank Boingo's foot in the bucket of ice, as he shivered from the temperature change. Oingo then looked up to N'Doul, narrowing his eyes in suspicion with a question, " Why are you helping us? "

" Why? " N'Doul mused, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, " Should I not help those in need? " " But we stole, " Oingo reasoned, " Shouldn't you, like... I dunno, cage us or something? " N'Doul laughed at his statement, leaning against his cane. " I could. But I prefer not to. " Oingo was still confused. Just why? He belonged in the mafia, he shouldn't be helpin-

" You two have potential. " That was uncalled for. " And shouldn't you two be at school. " " We would, " Oingo unintentionally made that sound sarcastic, which he realized too late, " If we weren't so poor. Why do you think we were stealing in the first place? " N'Doul chuckled amusedly at the attitude, " Alright, I understand. I have a question. "

Something slimy-looking creature began crawling up on N'Doul from behind. It shifted to a form of an arm and hand and it's creepy, the siblings felt goosebumps all over their skin. " Do you see it? " He outstretched his arm, and the weird creature crawled over it. Oingo frantically nodded, " Y- yeah! I see it. Boingo..? " " I see it too... " A smirk formed on N'Doul's lips.

" So you two wield the same kind of power... it is true, " He glanced towards Alessi, " Stand-users attract other stand-users. " Geb disappeared into thin air, and N'Doul outstretched a hand. " Allow me to introduce myself properly, " My name is N'Doul. And this is Alessi, as I may call, my right hand man. " " Not a pleasure to meet yo- Ack! " " Manners. "

Oingo reached out for his hand and shook it unsurely, wearing a lopsided grin. " I- I'm Oingo... and this is my brother, Boingo... " " Hello... " N'Doul sweetly flashed a kind and warm genuine grin, " Well then, Oingo and Boingo... Welcome to the team. " Alessi shot his head towards his capo, bewildered, " What? "

April. 9, ××××

It was a normal day in the Brando's building. N'Doul was just vibing by the cafeteria, drinking coffee. He stood nearby the coffee maker, sipping his drink. Then, he heard someone using the machine, turning towards them curiously. " You prefer black coffee? " " Nah, " N'Doul almost spat out his coffee. Oh God, the stranger sounded so young. Were they a teen? Maybe.

" I just don't have a preference. " The stranger continued. N'Doul sort of wished he had eyesight to see this man, but hey, he's got a voice to question him, " If it isn't too rude of me, " He began. " May I ask of your name, age, and your work here? " " Of course, Sir N'Doul. " Ah, so he knows of him. He finished his coffee and put it down the counter, just as they introduced.

" My name is Chaka. I am 19. I wield Anubis's Sword, and I work for the Assassination team. " N'Doul, again, almost spat out, despite not having coffee in his mouth anymore. " You're 19? " " Yes, " Chaka replied firmly, sipping his coffee. N'Doul muttered something incoherent before pacing around shortly. " Young men like you shouldn't assassinate. "

Chaka laughed at that statement, taking a sip of his drink, " I am aware. " " But, at your age, you should be learning. " The teen blinked at that sentence. His face contorted to confusion as he turned to N'Doul, " W- what do you mean..? " " Shouldn't you be in college? " N'Doul mused, resting his hands on his cane. " I mean, yeah, but... " He quietly sighed.

" My family forced me to work. " N'Doul sadly frowned at that. He approached the man and patted his shoulder lightly, giving him a kind, fatherly-like smile. " Is that so..? Very well. I am very loyal to our boss and I will not question him for your position in the Assassination group. I will, however, try to talk something about him. "

Chaka's eyes widened, realizing, " Y- You don't mean- " " Yes, " N'Doul promptly cut him off, " I will ask of our boss if I can take you under my wing. " " But why??? " Chaka questioned in utter confusion, but N'Doul simply smiled at him. " Why not? " That smile turned to a smirk before walking off, leaving Chaka in disbelief and confusion.

-

" I- Sir, what happened..? " Chaka stared at N'Doul. " Good news: You're on my team. " N'Doul easily smiled- " Bad news: I nearly had my eye clawed out. " -despite his bleeding eyelid. Chaka just blinked for a moment. Did he really almost got his eye off his face just for the sake of him going to school? He snapped out of his thoughts when his cane tapped his foot.

N'Doul then gestured to follow him, to which N'Doul led them to the same cafe. " Shouldn't you get your wound treated? " " Alessi will take care of it later, don't worry. " A piece of Geb manifested by his hand, placing it on his wounded eye. It stung a little, but the pain dullened soon. They arrived at the cafe, Chaka's shyness taking place as N'Doul led him to his group.

Alessi groaned as he squinted his eyes at their work, snatching Oingo's pen as he clicked his tongue repeatedly in disappointment. " No, no, no! You don't solve the equation like that! Lemme just- Boingo, stop snickering at your brother, you aren't any less dumber than he is. " He grumbled as he taught the other two... Mathematics.

N'Doul's chuckle alerted them of his presence, turning towards him to greet him, but then Alessi immediately noticed his wound and sighed. " I'll get the first aid kid. " Then he left. Chaka looked at them, but on accident, he locked eyes with Oingo's russet eyes staring at him. His lips curved to an awkward grin and he waved shyly, to which the brothers sheepishly returned.

" Oingo, Boingo, this is Chaka, our newest recruit. " N'Doul's voice snapped them out of their trance. " Chaka, these are my members, Oingo and Boingo. " N'Doul looked so damn proud. Chaka politely bowed towards them, " A pleasure to meet you. " " Yo, chill! " Oingo's sudden booming voice startled the newbie, then- " Indoor voices, you idiots! Chaka's sensitive to loud noises! "

A voice came out of nowhere, and that confused everyone, even Alessi who just came back with the first aid kid to treat N'Doul's wound. " Who was that? " Oingo questioned in a much quieter voice this time, and Chaka sighed and unsheathed his sword. From the blade rose a figure that was resembling a dog, and then they spoke, " Surprised, huh? " The brothers almost immediately backed away.

" Anubis, " N'Doul spoke up, " Long time no see. " The Stand tsk-ed and crossed its arms, rolling its eyes, " Geb. And Sethan. So, you two are starting a group now? " N'Doul laughed at his statement, getting scolded by Alessi as he was told to stay still. " Maybe, maybe not. What do your eyes see? " " I see a bunch of losers, that's for sure. "

" That's enough exposure. " Chaka breathed out and sheathed the sword before hiding it behind him. Oingo blinked a couple of times before speaking up, " Was that your stand? " Chaka shook his head, " Well, yes but no. I- it's hard to explain? " " That can be explained later. Alessi, meet our newest recruit, Chaka. Chaka, this is Alessi. " N'Doul casually spoke up.

Alessi and Chaka stared at each other for a while, the younger one bowing out of courtesy. " N'Doul, please stop recruiting kids. " The older male turned to his capo with a deadpan, putting away the first aid kit once he was done. " Too bad, " N'Doul slyly grinned, " Your begging is futile. " " N'Doul! " " Hurt them and you'll face me. You don't want that do you? " " N- No... "

Shortly after that, N'Doul bought them slices of cakes as they ate and chatted together, they also discussed what school Chaka will attend. In the midst of it Alessi and N'Doul began to banter, throwing insults back and forth to which the brothers sighed. " Don't worry about them. This is normal. " Boingo spoke up. Chaka's lips curved into a grin as he nodded, " Okay... "

Oingo tried to break the banter, starting a story, doing various impressions. Everything was great. Chaka, for the first time, was actually having fun. Maybe staying in the assassination squad wasn't so great after all... Murdering out of cold blood is unforgivable. Maybe... Just maybe, he could consider this group as his second family.

June. 29, ××××

" You failed me. " Pucci's cold words struck him like ice straight in the heart. " My Lord does not even wish to speak with you. " Johngalli A kept his head hung low. He had failed his mission to eliminate that Joestar named Jolyne. He had failed the mission his 'Lord' had entrusted to him. He's a failure.

Pucci's eyes were cold and unwavering. If gazes could kill, he'd already be dead the moment he stepped into this room. " I will not kill you, " The words alone were surprising to the point he opened his eyes. " But you'll be kicked off the assassination team. My Lord had assigned you to be under one of the capos of this mafia... " " And who would that be? "

A sigh escaped the former priest's lips, " N'Doul. " Johngalli A froze. Out of all, why him? His group held the weakest of members. But, if this is what his punishment will be, he'll have to accept his fate. " You may find him in this address. " Pucci slid a card in his grasp, fingers tracing over the braille. " You are dismissed. " With that, he took his leave.

He made his way to the address after someone had given him directions, entering a cafe as the bell chimed from his entrance. He walked up to the counter and he asked with no hesitance, " Is Sir N'Doul around here? " The woman by the counter left her place as she led them to where his 'capo' sat, leaving them alone as he took a seat.

" You are Johngalli A, I pressume? " N'Doul calmly asked, his voice was deep and soft, but it held firmness and seriousness that made others listen. The sniper nodded, " I am. " " Pucci had told me of you. I will not get into details, but all I can say is 'Welcome to the team.' " Johngalli A lifted his chin up and questioned, " What team? " A chuckle came from the capo, " You'll know. "

Just as he finished that sentence, the chime of the entrance of the cafe came along with the sound of people chattering. They came closer and closer, Johngalli A harshly gripped his disguised cane. " Oh, is this our new recruit? " Alessi spoke up, and N'Doul simply nodded. " Yes, he is. " " You didn't adopt him, did you? " " This time, I did not. " Adopt? What did he mean by 'adopt'?

" Everyone, please introduce yourselves. " N'Doul ordered, his voice stern and firm. And so they introduced themselves, one by one, the sniper registering the difference in their voices and taking note of their abilities. They're a peculiar group. He knew N'Doul's group was weak, but he didn't expect they're mostly kids.

Alessi then huddled up the 3 of the youngsters to a different table, the kid hater is now teaching those so-called kids math and science because the guy graduated in chemistry. N'Doul chuckled as Alessi was ranting on and on, and Johngalli A began doubting their skills. Until the capo spoke up, and the tone of his voice was cold as ice, and heart-piercing.

" They might be kids, " Johngalli A sat still. He could feel it. Geb's claws were an inch close to piercing his throat. " But do not underestimate them. " N'Doul stood up, and came a loud clack! from his cane. " They're still growing, and so are their abilities. They still have a lot to learn. Respect my teammates and I will respect you. "

Geb slid off the sniper and crawled back up to its user, as N'Doul made his way to his members with a kind, warm, and genuine smile. Johngalli A sat there dumbfounded. Their team is weak, but their leader shows absolute promise. This... this will be interesting. But, he has no idea how to talk to them. He knows nothing of them.

He heard light footsteps make way towards him. To his guess, that could be Boingo. And his hunch was correct, " Capo told me you used to be a soldier. " Boingo began, and the topic surprised him. He slowly nodded, and the child smiled, " You were? Do you have any stories? " Johngalli A involuntarily grinned. He patted an empty chair beside him and spoke, " I have lots of stories. "

Boingo sat beside him as he began to tell him stories, his experiences during the war. In the midst of it, Oingo and Chaka had sat along and listened, and the 2 adults stood not too far from them. N'Doul crossed his arms with a smile as Alessi placed his hands on his waist, " You told Boingo about it just so he could talk to us, huh? " N'Doul rolled his eyes and smirked, " So? "

" You're a cheeky bastard, " Alessi huffed, and came a laugh from the capo. " I am, if that's what you think of me. But I'm only trying to do what's best for him. " They stared at them, having fun and telling stories of their own. " If he lacked behind us, we wouldn't be a team now, would we? " N'Doul reasoned out. " Yeah... I guess. " " Come on now, let's listen to his stories now, shall we? "

February. 15 ××××

" Alessi, chase the leader. " Alessi spun towards him in shock, his eyes widened in surprise, " But capo! " " Go. " He swallowed hard at the stern tone of his voice, before he ran off. Why was Alessi worried in the first place? Well, if you had your capo facing a bunch of enemies, you can't really help but worry. But Alessi tried shaking that worry off, after all, his capo is N'Doul.

He's known N'Doul since he hand joined the Brando's mafia. Honestly, he was only there for the sake of money. He never really had undying loyalty towards the boss... unlike that N'Doul, to which he met first with a bad impression. But apparently his bi heart went gay for him, because honestly, he's pretty fucking hot. I'm just simping N'Doul via Alessi, leave me alone.

But, yeah, they didn't made a good impression of each other when they first met. They settled their stupid banter in a fight, and Alessi lost before he could move an inch. N'Doul had him pinned to the ground and before he knew it, he got hard. After that, the relationship between them was strained and awkward. Then the world decided to pair them up on a mission.

Thankfully, that mission brought them closer. Came the 15th of September, where N'Doul had been demoted(?) as a capo and where Alessi had decided to join. So far, they were only two of them, but they were still given missions and such... or more like they just do it on their own, together. And that's what led them to this situation today.

Alessi chased after the leader of the troublemaker, expertly taking the twists and turns around the streets and alleyways. After one wild goose chase, he had revert to a kid, and relentlessly cut the line of his life. He glanced over to his wristwatch, tracking down where his capo is now, and so he began making his way back.

It took a while, but he finally found him, in a corner with the walls and ground painted with red along with the cold, dead corpses that laid there. N'Doul stood before them, hands gripped on his cane, the watery stand beneath his feet circling around him protectively. He breathed heavily, his body trembling with each exhale, inhaling sharply.

" Capo. " There was no reaction. " Capo. " He called again, and yet, nothing. " N'DOUL! " Geb almost pierced his head. Alessi held in his breath and clenched his fists till his knuckles turned white. His face went pale as something dribbled down from the side of his head. The stand retreated, pulling its claw that was a centimeter deep away from him.

N'Doul turned around, and Geb disappeared into thin air, " ...Alessi..? " His voice cracked in a whisper, that instantly worried the other. He rushed over to him as the capo took limp steps towards his partner. " Capo, you okay? " N'Doul said nothing, but laid his head by the crook of his neck. Strong arms wrapped around Alessi, and his large build began to tremble.

" N'Doul..? " Alessi worriedly whispered while reciprocating the hug, rubbing circles on his back. He could hear faint sobs from the man, and he pursed his lips shut. He isn't used to this. Comfort wasn't his forte. But, what else can he do? He had to console his capo. He may look up to him, as if he was all-knowing and almost a god, but he's still human.

" A- Alessi... " N'Doul quietly sobbed, " Be honest with me... " He pulled away. Alessi's heart broke into pieces when he saw how much of a mess N'Doul had become. His hair was thrown off in various direction, his cheeks stained with tears and blood, the wise gleam in his eyes now red-rimmed and dullened. His hands held his shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the clothe.

He asked, " Am I a failure..? " Alessi stared dead straight at him, in complete and utter shock. He knew N'Doul were one of the agents who took most punishments, and with harsher ones too. He knew N'Doul just shook them off like nothing, he'd smile and joke about it too. He never knew that N'Doul took these punishments all personally to heart.

His hands reached up to his, and his thumbs gently caressed his palms. They were rough and calloused, just like his. " N'Doul, " He began. " All of us fail... but no one's a failure. " He took in a deep breath, before continuing to console him, " Honestly, you're the most stubborn person I know, " A chuckled escaped his lips, rolling up his sleeves.

" But... " His hands gently brushed against the cuts on his wrists. " You use that stubbornness for what's better. " " Alessi, I literally almost blinded the 'prince' of our mafia. " " N'Doul. Shut up, I'm trying to console you here and you know I suck at it, so listen. " N'Doul broke into a quiet chuckle. " You may think you're a failure, but I don't, okay?

You're skilled, and composed. You're relaxed and you're loyal. You're just... an awesome person, alright? You got the guts that I don't. You're really... " Alessi gripped his hands tight, mumbling curses as he held in the tears, " You're not a failure. You can fail, but that could be a push for you to do something much better. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I- " N'Doul pulled him into a hug.

N'Doul clung onto his figure as if he was scared that he would leave once he let go. He cried onto his shoulder, heaving heavily as Alessi was taken aback. Oh God, was it something he said? Did he say something wrong? " N- N'Doul, if I said something wrong, I'm- I'm sorry- " " You didnt- You didn't say anything wrong... " Alessi froze, as N'Doul pulled back with a stupid smile on his face.

" I- It's just- " He hiccuped, " You're the only one who's said this to m- me... " " Sigh, y'know, being an adult is hard- " Alessi yelped when N'Doul harshly nudged him, " Shut up, you're only 4 years older. " He chuckled. Alessi grinned a tiny bit, at least his capo was feeling better. " So, uh, " He awkwardly began. " Wanna change clothes and get a coffee? "

N'Doul hummed for a while in thought before nodding with a smile, " That sounds great. " Geb brought his cane back into his grasp, tapping the ground. " But first, " He gestured at the corpses, " We better hide the body. " " You go change, " Alessi patted his shoulder, " I'll handle this. " " You sure? " N'Doul sent him a skeptical look. " You doubt me too much. " " I'm just being wary. "

Alessi rolled his eyes as N'Doul walked off with a laugh. He cracked his knuckles, and behind him stood his stand. " Sethan, you know what to do. " The shadow spread over the bloody scene, until those corpses turned to nothing, void of existence. He doesn't bother cleaning the blood, the others can handle that, and so he walked off to change clothes.

-

The two strolled down the street, on their way to a cafe, now wearing their usual clothing. Back in the scene, they wore all black. " Hey, Alessi, " The man looked up to his capo, seeing a calm and rather joyful smile upon his lips. " Yeah? " He wrapped an around his shoulder and pulled him close to him, " Thank you. " " For what? " Alessi questioned.

N'Doul simply chuckled and smiled, " For being there for me. " Alessi playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, " As you should be. "

" I'm serious. "

" Hello, Serious! I'm Alessi! "

" ALESSI! "

" Okay, okay! You're welcome! Happy? "

" I am. I really am. "

" Good. 'Cause smiling suits you better, honestly. "

Chapter Text

" She hasn't eaten her food... "

Daniel sighed with a frown. He stared at the bowl that was left untouched, not a single bit of meat was eaten at all. He turned his head left and right, wondering where she was. But of course, he got no answer. He pushed himself off the floor and stood up, greeting the incoming customers with his signature dashing grin.

He served in a bar namely OSIRIS. It was a quaint but cosy bar, a few blocks down the street from a college building where his brother was attending school at. Of course, in this bar, he was the manager and the bartender, he did build this place all by himself and he was happy to find customers liking the pub.

But OSIRIS was also his home. Why would you even buy another house to sleep in when you've got rooms in this pub to rest? Though his brother didn't like the thought and preferred to stay by the dorms instead. And all that's left in this household was him, his customers, and his cat named Tab.

And speaking of 'Tab', he was still looking for her. The bar may be small but it held dozens of secret places that only a feline as small as Tab could fit through. It was annoying. Hide and Seek with a tiny cat is not fun at all. He asked his customers if they had seen her but all he got were no's.

There was only one room left that he hadn't looked at. And that would be the room of... his parents. He fumbled with the keys before unlocking the door, eliciting a creak as it slowly swung open. It had been years since he had been inside or even saw what's in. It was left untaken care of too.

The room was almost entirely coated in dust. Cobwebs dangled from all corners of the roof and abandoned antiques. Light shone through the translucent window of dust, as it showed floating tiny dust particles in the air. He walked in, velvet-hued eyes looking for his feline. Then, he found her. Finally.

Although, she was sitting on top of a dusty grandfather clock with a dead mouse in her mouth. Daniel crossed his arms and quietly tapped his foot, " Tab, " He breathed out a groan. " Get down from there now. You're not supposed to be in this room. " The feline's golden eyes stare at him for a moment, but she whisked her head away.

His jaw clenched slightly at her attitude. He reached for the sprayer on his belt and started walking up to her. He cautiously stepped on the old furniture and once he was levelled high enough to reach her, he extended out his sprayer. He started spraying the cat while scolding, " Bad, Tab! Bad! "

She hissed at him and dropped the carcass of the mouse, before lunging at his face and jumping off. She landed on the floor as gracefully as she is. Strutting away with a mocking sway of her tail, Daniel had lost balance and fell face-first on the floor. He pushed his face off the floor and glared at her until something fell right behind his head.

It landed on his back after the hit and slipped to the floor. He spun his head towards the object and sat up, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. His eyes caught the rectangular frame of some black item. Curious, he picked it up and inspected it. He looked back up from the stacked antiques, then back at the item.

Where the hell did this come from?

He stared at the thing in his grasp, flipping it over to check if there were any scratches. Strangely enough, there weren't. This item looked relatively new too, though it is pretty dusty too. It was a console, he realized soon. He pulls out a clean cloth from his pockets and wiped the dust off.

Before he could inspect any further, he heard the chime of a bell from his pub. He swiftly hides it in his pockets and jogged off the room, locking the door before going back to work. The day passed on like norm for him, serving customers, the occasional gambling, and so on and so forth.

He bid a friendly 'goodbye' to the last customer of his bar, and once they were out, he flipped the closing/opening sign hanging in front of the bar and closed the door. He saw Tab peacefully resting on one of the tables. The sight made him grin a tad bit. He grabbed his broom and mop and began to clean up the place.

He was finally finished after an hour or so, wiping the sweat off his brows. He sat on the thin mattress in his room with a relieved sigh, pulling the vest off his sweat-soaked body. He tossed the clothe in some basket and the tie on his night stand. His hand fell upon his pocket and now he just remembered he's placed something in there.

He pulled out the console he had found a while ago, eyes widening in surprise. " Ah, looks like I forgot you here, " He muttered with a quiet chuckle. It was a sleek, rectangular black console with a layout of buttons and screen similar to a PSP. Beside it was stylus pen in blood red.

Its sides and screen were rimmed with crimson red. It held some white highlights too. Behind it had a weird symbol on the back, but it had a red silhouette of a real heart. Its buttons were a neat shade of dark velvet. This looks really... expensive. He fuddled with the console unsurely and the screen lit up, startling him.

Deal With The Devil
>new player

Daniel stared at it dumbfounded for quite a while. This is either some cryptic shit or a dating-sim, but I am hoping it's the latter. He had no clue where he got it, he just felt cryptic vibes from the game. But shrugging it off, he simply typed in his name with an extra 'gambler' upfront. " Gambler Daniel - is that correct? " It questioned, and he easily pressed 'yes'.

He was brought to a new part and apparently, this seemed to be a character customization bit. It took a lot longer than expected though, but he managed to make a character that looked quite similar to him. What he found creepy in the game is that it made the character actually look like him, but he tried ignoring it.

The next options caught him completely off-guard, choking on his spit. It was titled as Preferences, and there were 3 words listed below it. The first was Role:; second, was Sexuality:; and last, was Kink(s):. Daniel pursed his lips as he began filling the questions while his head screamed in utter confusion.

He did question the game why there was no Asexual/Demisexual option, but it was a just game, it wouldn't really connect to reality, so he let it be. " Would you be okay with being touched with extra appendages such as tails, tentacles, and the likes? " Without even thinking, he pressed 'yes'.

He messed with the settings for a moment before completing it. Well, might as well make this personally fine for him too. Once he finished, he tapped onto the Complete! button, and waited for the results as a devil's tail spun around like a buffering screen. He needed a shower though...

He left the console on the bed and stood up, grabbing a towel before heading off to the shower. The game had finished loading, and without his knowledge, this message popped up on the screen.

The deal is sealed.
Now, bedtime~

The lights flickered for a second while he showered, yelping as it did. He walked out, his body now fresh and clean as he looked over himself at the mirror. He was averagely well-built and he was pretty hairy, but hey, that was a secret charm he held. He dried his jet black hair and walked out of the bathroom, too busy doing what he's doing to know what was waiting.

He tilted his head up after drying and froze once he made contact with pearly white eyes glowing in his dimly lamp-lit room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure if he was seeing right. Then he took another look again, and this time, the stranger flashed a gentle smile.

Lustrous and blemished brown skin glowed softly against the lamp's light, but by their hands and feet, it faded into a gentle shade of aquatic blue that matched their tone. Black midnight hair gracefully swept to the side, glistening ever so lusciously, their bangs pushed up slightly by a vendetta black headband.

Dark abysmal blue horns poked out beneath the headband, around six inches long, curved similarly in an elephant's tusks. Their eyes were purely white and it shone like a full moon on a dark clear sky. Gold and black adorned their features, like those golden hoop earrings by their ears, their black armbands, and a black loincloth.

" You must Gambler Daniel, I assume..? " Their voice, by God, Daniel would've thought they were an angel, but they weren't. He was left speechless, and all he could do was nod. A wider smirk grew upon their lips and with a smooth subtle sway of their tail - Wait... Tail..? -they stood up, with the slightest flutter of their wings- Wait... Wings!?

Daniel swallowed hard as he now fully realized what they were. And that they weren't some fake. They were the real deal.

" It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Daniel, " they greeted with a courteous bow. " My name is N'Doul, " They lifted their chin up, lips curved in a devilish smirk. " A concubus to satisfy your sexual desires~ " 

Seems like this game is both cryptic and a dating-sim. Daniel thought, ...Fuck.

Daniel blinked for a while in confusion. Little did he noticed that they were getting closer, and they were taller than he had seen from how they sat on the bed. But poorly expressing his short-circuited thoughts, he sputtered, " I- I'm sorry. You're a- what? " " A concubus, " N'Doul easily answered in a purr.

" Your every deepest most desire to intimate is mine to fulfil ~ " Their hand gently held his as they leant down and gave it a gentle kiss. He stared at them, puzzled, and finally, his brain started normally functioning again. He pulled his hand away and shook his head, " That's not what I'm, uh, after- " He slowly began to back away.

N'Doul gave him a look of understanding, nodding slowly, " Well, that would be just fine~ " They circled around the man, a blue glow trailing behind them as they got behind him, placing their hands on his shoulders, " I think you'll find me to be quite flexible! " Daniel turned his head around and noticed that this 'N'Doul' had taken a much masculine form.

Daniel, out of panic, pushed the concubus away, " Please, N'Doul. Stop this. " " And why is that? " They curiously mused, hovering a tad bit off the floor as they approached him. " I'm demisexual! " He yelled, then N'Doul stopped their approach. He had closed his eyes out of fear, waiting for an attack that never came.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and raised his head. For the first time, he saw an utterly confused demon. N'Doul had their head tilted ever so slightly to the side, one brow sort of furrowed and the other raised, lips curved in a flat thin line. It was quiet for a while, until they asked, " I have never heard of 'demisexual'. Care to elaborate? "

He stood there for a while, speechless, straight-up staring at the confused demon. Yet again, his brain was now malfunctioning, and he answered, " I will, if you let me wear clothes, please. " " Do as you please. " N'Doul answered without missing a beat, as Daniel finally managed to get clothes on.

" Are you done? " They questioned just as he pulled up his pyjamas. " Yeah, " He replied and sat on the bed. N'Doul sat beside him, hands lightly clamped together. Silence crept up between them. Daniel knew how to socialize but beside him is a demon, like how is he going to start a conversation?

Luckily, they did it for him, " Now, that you have dressed, will you please explain this 'demisexual' you are? " Daniel breathed out a sigh, " To put it simply, demisexual is a person who doesn't feel any sexual attraction unless they form a deep personal with someone. " N'Doul blinked a couple of times.

He waited for an answer but swiftly added in, " We pretty much don't understand the concept of one night stands. " Now, that made them understand it clearer somehow. " Interesting... " N'Doul hummed, cupping their chin with their fingers, " I did not know such could exist. I have only encountered Allos and Aces. You- "

They turned to Daniel. " Are a new one for me. " That strangely felt reassuring for him, knowing that this 'concubus' understood. " Thank... you? " He unsurely replied with an awkward grin, but they returned with a simple smile. " Ah, speaking of which, " Daniel leant behind the wall, " What is a concubus? "

The demon leant beside him, humming for a while as they mumbled some strange language Daniel couldn't decipher. " Are you knowledgeable of Incubi and Succubae? " They questioned. Daniel half-nodded and half-shrugged, " All I know is that Incubus are male sex demons and Succubus are female sex demons. "

N'Doul let out a rather disappointed sigh, " Close enough. Incubi are sex demons who are giving, or dominant. Succubae are sex demons who are receiving, or submissive. Gender is a mere social construct for us. " Daniel slowly nodded, eyes wide as he became intent to hear more.

" I see... " He mumbled, " Please, continue. " " If you wish so, " N'Doul quietly chuckled. " Concubi, like I, are versatile. We may top or bottom to our likings, but also to other's preference. " " Wait- " They felt the bed shift as Daniel got off the bed, " May I take down notes? " N'Doul stifled a laugh, " I- Sure, " They snickered, " Do what you want. "

Daniel quickly grabbed a notebook and pen, sitting back beside the demon as he started writing down what they had informed. N'Doul could hear the scribbling of his pen, making them smile as they found it rather adorable that this 'demisexual' human would rather learn.

" May you please tell more of your kind? " Daniel asked. N'Doul nodded, " Of course, however, " A clawed finger pressed right at the middle of his chest, " Tell me about yours too. " He grinned a tad bit and put their hand away, " It's a deal. " " Speaking of deals- " N'Doul began rambling on and on.

The two exchanged various information about their kind; N'Doul with deals and such, how they take care of young-cubi, their partners - Daniel with his job, gambling, about general human life, history. " My turn, " Daniel cleared his throat, both parties wearing goofy grins as they enjoyed each other's company.

" What exactly is Deal With The Devil? " He held out his pen by their mouth like it was a microphone, N'Doul laughing at his silly antics and pushing it away. " It once used to be a spell in the past. Humans would summon people, like I, to satisfy their carnal desires. As humans grew, so did this 'spell', "

From their hands appeared the very same console Daniel held, " Years ago, from what I was told, a human dealt with the uppermost demon in our realm - Lord DIO. They created this puny device to satisfy each other, though it did not end well. " Daniel had put down his notes, listening to their story.

" Humans became greedy. They, too, wanted this device as they were creatures filled with nothing but lust, " A grimace came upon their face, crushing the device singlehandedly. " The power to create these gadgets were banished a long time ago, only a few, like Lord DIO can recreate it. " " But- " " What I just destroyed was an illusion, do not worry, Daniel. "

They both turned quiet after that. Daniel was unsure of what to saw. N'Doul looked like they didn't have anything to ask. He played with the pen in silence, spinning it around his hand. Then his gaze moved to their glowing eyes, finding himself interested in them. " If you don't mind me asking, "

N'Doul turned towards him, and now he has a clearer and closer look of their eyes. " Could you be blind? " They couldn't help but giggle, " Why yes. Yes, I am. Have you just only noticed it? " " N- Not really... " Daniel awkwardly chuckled, smiling innocently as N'Doul amusedly hummed.

But their smile faltered. Daniel didn't know what or why, but he felt like they shouldn't stay here any longer. " Are you alright? " They said nothing. N'Doul got themselves out of the bed, standing up to their full height. " I must take my leave. " Glowing eyes met velvet ones. Daniel felt rather saddened, they had felt it too.

" However, " They turned their head away. " You would not mind if I visit again, do you? " They smirked when they had felt the tiniest bit of Daniel's soul light up. " You do you. I won't mind. " N'Doul showed a tiny, yet warm, genuine grin- " Then that's all I need to know. " -and he disappeared into thin air.

Daniel woke up. He shot up from his bed, wincing from the sunlight peering from his opened window. Was that all a dream..? He glanced to the side seeing the same console he had yesterday turned off and the notebook beside it with the very same pen he used.

He reached over and flipped through the pages. His eyes widened as he read through. He had it all written down, just like in his dream- No. It wasn't a dream. It was real. It was definitely real. He flipped through another page and saw handwriting obviously different from his.

It was squiggly and messy. He swore to himself it looked like chicken scratch. But he squinted his eyes and read the note: ''See you next time~!' -N'Doul' He chuckled at the note and he placed the notebook away. He started to get ready for the day.

The day passed like it was nothing for Daniel. He didn't mind. There were more customers too and he's lucky he closed early today. He took a shower, got dressed, and got in bed... Not without checking his console. He simply opened it and soon went to bed once fatigue consumed him.

His eyes open, and to the side sat a familiar demon who smiled. " Good evening, Daniel, " They greeted kindly, helping him sit up. He returned the smile and greeted back, " Good evening, N'Doul. "

Chapter Text

Ah, fuck. Alessi instantly cursed once he found himself lost in the city. They were supposed to buy some groceries for those co-workers in the mansion. They? He was assigned with the only guy who can tolerate him - N'Doul. This was going to be an easy task, he thought at first since he's never been to a market on a busy day. Well, he was immensely wrong.

He wandered around the streets, completely lost. He weaved through the bustling crowd and all, almost getting pushed around because God decided to take away his height. " N'Doul? N'Doul!? " He called out. His voice mixed with the noisy crowd. This wasn't a very good environment for a certain blind man that largely relied on sounds. Out of all days we get to go out and this was today? Talk about luck.

" Lessi!? " That voice! No one knew how his hair perked up evem the slightest as he reacted to the voice. It's him! " I'm over here! " He shouted back and started to push through the crowd. And if I mean push, I mean literally push them away. They called each other every now and then to locate each other's voice. Once they finally reached each other, they bumped onto someone unfamiliar... while looking like someone they knew.

They stared at each other in silence.
" Who are you? "

---

N'Doul clicked his tongue and furrowed his brows. Damnit! I can't find him jn this stupid crowd. Too much noise, too many footsteps. He gripped onto his cane. While Alessi had beem lost in the midst of the streets and crowd, N'Doul had wounded up by an alleyway after separating with his companion. He had tried looking for him with Geb but to no avail at all.

Then footsteps began coming by. He was immediately on guard. But the way they walked was... Alessi? No, it couldn't be. He knew something was different. Those footsteps may have a similar stride to his partner, but the stranger was on light feet and they seemed rather taller. As he wad about to open his mouth to speak, the other spoke, " Who goes there!? "

That's Alessi's voice! But... it's not him, is it? N'Doul stood up from the ground, a loud clack! of his cane sent down to alert his presence. " Alessi, is that you? " " Neith? " 'Alessi' answered back. N'Doul furrowed his brows in confusion, " Neith? " Silence. And a smirk grew on their faces when they feel sharp nails poking gingerly by their throat, " I see, you're a fellow stand user too... But you're no match for my Geb!- " They stopped.

" ...your stand is named Geb? " 'Alessi' asked and N'Doul nodded, " Yes. I suppose yours is too... " " Correct. "

" You're not my Alessi. "
" You're not my Neith. "

---

N'Doul learned about this 'Alessi' of this new of a companion he made. They're Alessi, but they're not the Alessi he knows. The man goes by the name of Lessi. He, too, possesses a water stand in the name of Geb, and they're blind like him. They had both theorized that the other belongs in an alternate dimension, but for now, they were on a search for their companions.

But they couldn't help enjoy each other's company while occasionally forgetting the search, making idle chatter that made them comfortable around each other. " You know what I'd found funny? " N'Doul hummed at Lessi's question, " What are the odds of our companions meeting? " He chuckled, " A slim chance perhaps, you'll never know- " " GET BACK HERE, YOU SHITTY BASTARD! "

Both men stopped on their tracks. " That's Alessi. " " Your Alessi? " " My Alessi. " They let out a sigh. But then, followed by that yell was, " CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, JINGLES! " " Oh Gods, that's Neith! " Lessi and N'Doul followed down where they located the shouting and the chase. Neither of the men ahead of them took notice of their presence.

" GEB! " The two shouted in unison. Some body of water formed beneath them, one a clear shade of blue, the other a very light shade of scarlet. It zoomed down the road the men ahead them took. They were so lost in the chase with the other that they almost screamed like a baby when they wefe lifted off the ground. The more responsible men shook their heads and tsk-ed.

" Tsk. Tsk. Tsk, " Neith and Alessi perked up. " I leave you for a few minutes and now you're on a goose chase with my doppleganger? " Lessi spat coldly but Neith lit up in response, " Lessi!~ " N'Doul turned his head where Alessi should be, who quietly yelped. He said nothing however, letting go of Neith whom his Geb held. Lessi let go of his doppleganger.

" Before any of you can say anything else, " N'Douly suddenly spoke up. " Let's discuss this somewhere private. "

---

" So, you're telling me, someone beyond our world decided to fuck up with our dimensions? " Alessi bluntly repeated, chewing on a slice of cake. Lessi nodded, " At least, that's what we think so. Our worlds may or may have not done so paradox before but this surely isn't knew. " " A'ight, fuck this universe shit for a while but can I saw my doppleganger is hot? " Silence. " Alright. "

N'Doul turned to Neith, simultaneously impressed and not. He kept a blank face, " Thank you, but I believe you're onto trying to compliment yourself and not as me, so please quiet down or I'll have a leg of yours broke. " " Oh-hoh-hoh~ Feisty, are we~? " Neith's lips curved up into a grin as a frown forms on N'Doul's. " Enough, " Lessi's voice silenced them all, sighing.

" We need to figure out a way to fix this, " He continued, glancing over them. N'Doul breathed out a long exhale and nodded, " I agree. " " So, what are we gonna do with this doppleganger shit? " Alessi spoke up after he was left in confused silence. He saw Neith smirk again, by God he hated the fact he looked like N'Doul because he swore his heart skipped a beat.

" I got an idea~ "

---

It was a horrible idea, Lessi and N'Doul agreed on that, but they couldn't help but enjoy the utter confusion on their co-workers' faces as them and the different thems decided to waltz around the mansion. N'Doul and Alessi had their counterparts wear the same clothes as them, and now they're just enjoying the ruckus mostly Alessi and Neith had made.

//havr a smol concept of Neith (swap'doul) yall//