[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Chapter 1 One

on my barren land

you are the last rose

00

This is a typical Italian wedding.

Men in suits and leather shoes are drinking and chatting around the dining table in twos and threes. Girls in beautiful dresses are holding children's hands and dancing. The band has invited a well-known bass bass, and love songs that don't know the meaning of the words echo in the manor. In the garden, the overblown flowers in the flowerbed are crowded together, swaying gently in the south wind with the fragrance of wine.

Jonathan Joestar was sitting on the right side of the bride—Eileen held a bouquet of roses and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you, godfather." She thanked him softly, and the diamond ring on her finger shone dazzlingly in the sun of brilliance. "God bless you—you will be happy, Elena." The godfather stood up and kissed her forehead, his voice was steady and low, "then, as I said—Ms. All the duties of the Star family. Today I will give her the gift she desires—freedom."

"Go ahead, gentlemen."

The sound of string music became cheerful, the children scattered flower petals everywhere, and the sounds of clinking glasses and whispering could not be heard clearly.

He sat down again, shyly and politely refused the attendants who came to light cigarettes, and moved his gaze from the manor to the sun-golden sea—this Joestar family manor was built on a cliff, in the In the evening, you can enjoy the extremely beautiful sunset scenery.

"Mr. Joestar."

It was a young man with rose red hair who looked very, very prim, and he squeezed his lips nervously after he said, "Hold, sorry, godfarher. I didn't mean to-actually, I wanted to ask you ..."

The salty sea breeze from the Mediterranean drifted in the slightly drunk air, and the sound of string music became more and more lively.

There was a blond-haired man in the crowd who exposed half of his face against the sun—his slender eyelashes cast thick shadows, and his dark red eyes looked like some kind of rare mineral crystals. "Excuse me, sir, just wait a moment." The burly man stood up from the chair, he gently pushed the young man in front of him away, and his five fingers hanging by his side clenched into fists.

Then his pupils suddenly tightened.

It was a strong, mellow brandy smell.

01

It was the taste of Dior Brando that Jonathan was familiar with 15 years ago.

Sitting on a desk not far from him, with a rose in his white suit pocket, Dio leaned mockingly to observe his prey. "Diablo." He greeted his young partner, the stiff man guarding the only entrance with his hands on his forehead, and Dio raised his foot and crushed the sole of his shoe on the side of the godfather's face, "You know why this guy Are you coming?"

Diablo didn't seem to have any intention of making a conversation.

He scratched his cheek with his hand, turned his head slowly, and at that moment it changed into another voice, "Don't call my name, Dio. Or I'll break your neck." He bared his teeth fiercely , "After I killed him."

Dio looked a little disappointed, "You are really not polite, Tobio." He raised his hand and grabbed Jonathan's hair, slammed his head against the table, and was satisfied to hear the sound of the opponent's skull colliding with a hard object. Voice, "It's just a deal. Don't try to give me orders—I'm not one of your crap subordinates."

Jonathan listened in silence.

Dismantling their conversation in excruciating pain——Diablo, Jonathan thought, it was a subsidiary of the Jonathan family.So obviously, they betrayed.However, compared to these, another cognition made his stomach twitch almost to nausea, and the godfather's fingertips trembled, it was a sharp pain that spread from the heart to the fingertips.

He personally executed Dio that year.

On a rainy night in Naples winter, Jonathan picked up Dio Brando like a wild cat. The poor boy was wearing a thin shirt, trembling in Jonathan's arms looking for a source of heat. "Help me..." That was Dio's first words to Jonathan.At that time, Jonathan, who was still young, got a teenage playmate who did not know his life experience—they watched the most beautiful sunset in Naples together, took the same gondola to the center of the carnival, and they took a ship around the Aegean Sea. In the animal farm, I have imagined the glorious epics of the past.

Young people's love is always without hesitation.

Jonathan tagged Dior on the second day of his split. The blond boy tugged at his shirt, his fingernails left deep bloodstains on his back. He hugged Jonathan as if he was holding the last piece of driftwood in the boundless ocean. .At the moment when the gland was bitten the most, Dio curled up his fingertips and bit his sharp canine teeth on the other's earlobe, "You have to--believe me forever and protect me forever." He shamelessly asked Jonathan to penetrate himself harder , "Then I will offer my loyalty and faith." He stared at the blurry and dark ceiling, panted and smiled, "godfather." Dio kissed the young godfather's wrist.

Dior was his first disciple.

He is his most loyal right-hand man.

Until fate opened its cruel trump card.Jonathan let out a low growl of pain, blood streaming from his forehead to his eyes. "Before I actually put the plan into practice, JoJo." Dio tossed his head aside, and he snapped off the necklace he was wearing on his chest - it had been one of Jonathan's gifts to him.After the crystal was broken, the whole room was filled with the smell of brandy.

"For a little personal responsibility, JOJO." He laughed mockingly, "I have to tell you, the old smell you smell is the veritaserum after the glands have been purified." He pushed back the hair on the back of his neck, showing a hideous Scar, "I had my glands removed." Now that he was neither an Omega nor a Beta, Dio finally became the monster of a nightmare as prophesied.

"You can execute me in any way you want." Jonathan looked into his eyes, blood dripping from his chin, "but don't hurt the innocent."

"I will kill you." Dio took out the rose in his pocket, he turned his head to look out the window, the garden was already full of blood, and Elena's white wedding dress could no longer be pure white.The sunset falls on the sea, and the sound of the tide is like a new ballad. "You will be the last." That was the end of his 15 years of humiliation, pain and unwillingness.Dio wiped the blood off Jonathan's forehead with his hand, and let out a hysterical laugh, "I have other things to do before then."

02

The night wind still had the residual warmth of the day.Joseph walked from one alley to another. This place is close to the slums. The shabby bar is close to the coast. The outside is covered with exaggerated colors of graffiti walls, which look a little weird under the neon lights.The plump long-haired woman winked at him, and he returned the look that I had already made an appointment with.

In fact, Joseph didn't know if he really had a date.

He ordered a can of iced Coke at the bartender's boo, and wobbled his way into the crowd with his chips.

Intercourse with men is always simple.It took only half a sentence for Joseph to get to the entrance of the casino. He pulled the tab of the can of Coke and walked towards the place surrounded by the most people. "Jesus bless," the ungodly prayer of the irreligious American hooligans.

Cesar A. Zeppelin cheated in a variety of ways.

But none escaped Joseph Joestar's eyes.

The beautiful girl with long brown hair sat on Xi Sa's lap and opened the hole cards for him. The Italian man with charming eyes smiled, "Beautiful lady, you really gave me good luck." He stretched out his hand to pick up the bag One of the chips on the table kept spinning on his fingertips, "It's the magic of love that made me so lucky, dear." He kissed the other person on the cheek, leaving a gentleman's kiss on the back of his hand, Taking advantage of the trend, he hid the replaced cards in the woman's long hair.

Joseph couldn't help sneering, he pinched the chip that was still spinning.

"You're lucky. Want to make some dollars, little Caesar?"

03

Caesar lowered his eyes to watch Joseph light a cigarette with his hands on the fire. The Italian bit his filter and put his hands in his pockets.He frowned, and asked reluctantly, "Do you want to do it?" Joseph put his arm next to his head, and the smoke from Sisar's spit made the American cough twice, and he suppressed his throat Pushing the other person's shoulder impatiently, "I'm in a bad mood, I want to raise the price."

Every time you see me, you feel bad.

Joseph squeezed the soda can tightly, and he lowered his head in frustration, embracing the man who was still smoking, with the tip of his nose near the gland.There was a faint smell of burning tobacco, the smell of Cesar A. Zeppelin.He wanted to do it, but he didn't want to do it that much, there was no kissing or communication—Joseph couldn't describe his mood at the moment, he was like a balloon full of bitterness, and he had to write happiness on it with a pen.He fidgeted out of his wallet and stuffed all the cash into the other's pocket.

It seemed that he was eager to complete some shady deal.

"You give too much."

He didn't want to do it now, if there wasn't even a kiss.

But Caesar needs this temporary marker, which means safety.Putting the money back into Joseph's trouser pocket, the blond man squeezed the burnt cigarette butt, the scarlet sparks touched his arm, Sisar stared at a corner of the night indifferently, his throat rolled but finally found nothing Did not say it.

Maybe they wasted too many kisses when they first met - where would a cliché love story start.Venice, casinos, tango music and overdrunk American youth.They couldn't wait to kiss when they first met, their teeth clicked their lips anxiously, their embrace was as heavy as a gladiatorial fight, and they didn't even know each other's names when they rolled into the sheets.

The Italian man would still hug Joseph's shoulders fragilely when he was in a state of infatuation, but he no longer called him JOJO in a soft and hoarse voice.Joseph almost desperately withdrew from the other party's body in joy, and bit down hard on the gland that released the pheromone. Sisar slumped his shoulders, and he curled up and hugged himself into a ball, repeating and whispering sorry .

Sorry, Lidia.He fell asleep softly calling his sister's name.

Joseph's phone rang just as he was about to bow his head and kiss the other's earlobe.

04

Press the last enter key.The program deciphered the last line of the instruction—please return to the nest, please return to the nest after receiving it.The authority processed by the system comes from Jotaro's lineage, and self-destructs after confirming the reading.Kakyoin, who was not allowed to be present, looked at the deep night in Rome, and the towering and majestic outline of the arena was hidden in the night—as long as you randomly grab a handful of dirt on the arena and squeeze it lightly, there will be leaves in your palms. Blood stains underneath.He drank the last sip of coffee, thinking that such cruel stories really happened in any era.

"Kakyoin."

The doctor of oceanography on the bright side pulled out the chair, and the finger tapping on the table meant anxiety.Kakyoin was so familiar with his body language that he easily put his hand on the back of Jotaro's without even raising his eyes, "What's wrong?" He went to catch Jotaro's eyes.

It was full of "troublesome" expressions.But Kakyoin knows better than anyone - Jotaro will never choose to escape, the leader he swore allegiance to has unrivaled power, and his consciousness is far beyond power - he will use his wisdom to pay Fulfill Jotaro's dream no matter the cost.

An order from Jonathan.

——The threat of the Bucciarati family is imminent, and I will choose my successor from among my brothers.Please return to the nest as soon as Jotaro Kujo receives the news.

"I often forget that your surname is not Joestar." Kakyoin spread his hands half-jokingly, "Since I have been involved in so many of your family affairs. You need to explain." "For safety—and my mother's identity "Jotaro held his hat expressionlessly, "As you can see, the old man doesn't like family business." Joseph hates guns, blood, and murder, but is good at stocks, bonds, and real estate. Surnames are widely used in business on the face of the family. "Josuke is still too young." It means that he cannot become the ruler of Joestar's underground empire like Jotaro before he is recognized by the family.

"You will be a good successor."

"You think this is good news?"

Kakyoin laughed, "Of course not." He propped his head on his hands, narrowing his eyes as if puzzled, "Chosen? He has no better successor than you. I don't think he likes Mr. Joseph more. " His boss obviously agrees with this, "It's even more strange why there is a rush to choose an heir." The godfather is not old, although they have rarely heard of him being emotional after that incident.

"Perhaps it was an order."

"But it is more likely to be a threatening letter." Kakyoin analyzed, "No matter what the purpose is, it is good to become the heir. It is also good to confirm the safety of the godfather."

"You must go."

"So I want to ask you—"

"How did I make the oath?" The red-haired young man wrapped his fingers around his hair, and spoke clearly and slowly, "I am willing to give everything for you, including my life." His eyes kissed the promise quietly. "No matter which direction it is, I will be by your side, Jotaro."

Kakyoin rarely saw Jotaro smile.But this time he seemed to feel the lips of the unsmiling leader curled up in the shadow of the hat, and his lover took his hand, and the palm was hot. "So what I want to ask you is, when are you leaving?"

"As your wish."