[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Jody/Josie/Seunghwa in this chapter

Bgm-say something

you didn't come back on time

And that's what parting means

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The wind rolled up the beige curtains from the leaky window, and the sunlight climbed dryly onto the back of Xisa's hand, and drips of liquid sank into his body along the transparent pipe.The instruments around him were jumping to and fro - Joestar's medical team had properly scheduled a craniotomy on short notice, removing dead tissue and clearing the area to ease the impending brain swelling, and Caesar's vital signs were temporary. Stablize.The Italian's beautiful blond hair was shaved clean, and his head was limply buried in the pure white pillow—Joseph held Sisar's right hand tightly, and he pressed his forehead against the back of the man's hand to feel the warmth. "Cesar." He kept murmuring his lover's name in a low voice, "I know you're tired." Joseph blinked lightly, not even realizing that tears were falling from the corners of his eyes, "Enough sleep Just get up, okay?"

--"I beg you."

Kakyoin finished his brief conversation with the medical team in the corridor, he knocked on the door, and walked in after getting the answer. "Mr. Joseph. Jotaro asked me to come over and check on the situation." Kakyoin looked at Joseph and Caesar's handshake, and Caesar's fingertips were hanging limply.He couldn't bear to look down at the case records in his hand, and lowered his voice as if he was afraid of waking someone up. "It's a penetrating injury." Fortunately, the shot didn't damage Sisar's brainstem, and his spontaneous breathing and heartbeat remained normal. "The craniotomy was very successful—the medical team's suggestion is to send Senior Xisa to a hospital with hyperbaric oxygen chamber conditions as soon as possible, otherwise it may cause infection and injury." He paused, and told the other party truthfully, "Or Vegetative."

Joseph silently held Sisar's palm, his eyes slid inch by inch from his wrist to the bruise on his elbow, his fingertips trembling as he stroked the reddened skin.Kakyoin looked at his profile, Joseph hadn't slept all night, his face was tired and black, with stubble protruding from his chin, and he buried his face in Xisa's palm precariously.

"Jotaro has arranged for Abdel to lead a team to send Senior Sisar back to the 'nest' for treatment. Please rest assured."

"I'll take him there."

Joseph stroked Caesar's fingertips.

Kakyoin opened his mouth but made no sound. He knew why Jotaro asked him to come instead of Jousuke—maybe it was too cruel, but he opened his mouth anyway. "Mr. Joseph. Your surname is Joestar—the family war cannot wait for your return. I think you know that everyone who bears the surname of Joestar cannot miss this war." Joseph Lifting his face buried in Xisa's palm, he seemed to be in a daze for a second because of Kakyoin's words, his eyes fell on the children playing on the opposite street without focus, and he repeated in a low voice, "I said—— he goes."

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows, "It's a disqualification for a candidate to quit halfway, Mr. Joseph." He could imagine Joseph's situation, but he had to dutifully remind him that Kakyoin lowered his eyes and swallowed a deep sigh back into his throat inside.Joseph twitched his lips in self-deprecating recollection of the feel of his sweaty fingers sliding off the trigger.

"When I couldn't shoot yesterday, I was already disqualified."

The decision at that moment was so clear - he looked down at his right hand, as if it was very strange.Joseph thought, maybe it wasn't he who brought Caesar into his own life, but he was also wrapped into Caesar's life. They were dyed each other's colors, hurt and redeemed. "I figured it out." Joseph's tone was calm, the sunlight was quietly spreading on the floor, and the curtains were rolled up in a gentle arc, as if it was another bright and ordinary morning, "I won't come back again."

It's not that he's protecting Caesar.All along, Xi Sa has been protecting him, doing his best, without hesitation—there is no good thing in the world that is lucky enough to have both.There is no need to let Xisa stay by his side and not go anywhere, he can stay by Xisa's side and not go anywhere.If God gave him a second chance, he would only fill in the name of his lover on the test paper of life.

He was still Joseph, but he didn't have to be Joestar anymore.

Power, status, money, surname-what can compare to the warmth of a lover's fingertips.

Kakyoin took some time to digest his decision, and the coral-haired youth tried to find some impulsive look from Joseph, but he failed. "It will be—very difficult. Your life—" Joseph patted the back of his hand reassuringly, "Yes, maybe I will have nothing after leaving the family." The children playing on the opposite street laughed, Joseph imagined every ordinary family behind them - when Joseph opened the door of his humble rental apartment, Cesar would leave him a night light, they argued in the kitchen for dinner, in the dilapidated house. Embrace on the sofa.No one will attend their wedding except Caesar's sisters. He no longer has expensive and beautiful diamond rings. Joseph will only have this unreserved sincerity.

"But I've made up my mind."

"Jotaro will be disappointed."

Kakyoin was silent for a long time, his mood was delicate and complicated.

Joseph raised his head, and this man with extraordinary achievements in the mall stared at Kakyoin with an attitude of an elderly man, his voice was firm, "But you won't. You will help us, right?" Kakyoin clenched his fingers Taking off the corner of his clothes, he pursed his lips and did not answer. "My departure means that Jotaro will have one less competitor." Joseph directly pierced Kakyoin's mind, although his tone was not offensive, Kakyoin still tensed up because of this, "You even Looking forward to him sitting in the godfather's chair more than Jotaro—you are dedicated to Jotaro's mission."

Why would he enter Jotaro's team as an Omega anyway?And why pursue Dior's identity so hard?Jotaro can always give his back to him, Kakyoin is the sharpest cold light on his long sword, and the brightest jewel on his throne.Kakyoin is so eager for his boss to stand at the pinnacle of power, no one deserves it more than Jotaro - he is willing to sacrifice his loyalty, wisdom and life for it.

He couldn't even deny Joseph's words.

"I'm not criticizing you, Kakyoin." Joseph looked at Kakyoin's unconsciously clenched fists, "Actually, I agree with you—I hope Jotaro will declare my freedom in the end." Kakyoin His clenched fists were slowly loosened, and his serious brows and eyes finally relaxed a little.Kakyoin wraps his selfishness in a gentle and considerate mind, and it is very clear in his heart which is more important.

"Living in this world, who can have no selfishness?" Joseph leaned down, with his fingertips sticking to the light purple birthmark of Caesar, he slightly tugged on Caesar's skin, making him smile in his sleep.Joseph finally felt the long-lost peace. He took off the darkness covered in the mud, and embraced the sun naked.

"This thing is yours." He put the box containing the key to the arsenal in the palm of Kakyoin, "You can go to Lisalisa for business matters, and I will explain to her." Besides this heart, what did he say? I can’t take it away, Joseph thinks of the young Jotaro—gritting his teeth and hugging the heavy pistol with his small hands, unlike Joseph, he never appears on the shooting range, Jotaro grew up in the hail of bullets in his childhood up.This reliable, powerful man will lead the Joestar family down the road.

"I understand."

Kakyoin nodded at him, the sunlight shining gently in his light purple eyes.The sounds of children playing in the street across the way were so far away that it would never be his life.Kakyoin made a decision for himself early on, following in the footsteps of Jotaro, from now on, he no longer has to look at the scenery on the side of the road and only cares about the wind and rain. "I will arrange all the transfer matters, and I will persuade Jotaro to let him go." Kakyoin took out a note from his pocket that he had been caressing for a long time. It was a string of scrawled coordinates. It was in Veneto, a family of children. The address of the orphanage "Please be sure to go there, as a parting gift."

Kakyoin turned and walked towards the door, turned around just before turning the doorknob——Joseph lowered his head and kissed Xisa's wrist, the pale sunlight licked his forehead, he closed his eyes like a pious believers.

"Please be happy, Mr. Joseph."

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Mista lay prone on the warehouse floor, his hands were cut behind his back.Rohan and Josuke stood next to him with their guns raised, while Jotaro sat on the chair in front of him.Not long after the X5 broke through the encirclement, the pursuer blew his right rear tire with a single shot, and the car moving at high speed cut a right arc where sparks splashed, and then the bullet ignited the fuel tank, and Mista was blown away by the heat wave of the explosion. Flip by the side of the road.

"Giorno is our friend." Mista was pressed to the ground by Luhan's gun, and he raised his voice to explain, "If he did that, it must be because of necessity—maybe Diablo found out that Joe Lu Nuo's identity threatens him." Luhan pulled the bolt, "I remind you, it's best not to talk nonsense." "Mr. Jotaro." Mista struggled hard, his mobile phone fell out of his pocket. It fell out, and the screen was full of cracks—Mista finally remembered the text message from the unknown number.Giorno!It's Giorno!Although it was just a blink of an eye, the will to survive made him blurt out.

"Giorno! It was Gioruno who sent me a message in advance - he must be reminding us." Lu Han's gun was a step closer to his head.Jousuke plugged in the dead cell phone, frowned and pulled out the text message, "Mista, I'm Giorno, Diablo has seen through my identity and my location is exposed. Remind Bugarati, Go! Go! Go!" It was just before midnight.

Mista misses when Giorno was in the squad, they trusted each other and were close.Lu Nuo had saved their lives. This miraculous young man was far more powerful than his frail body. "Giorno will not betray us." Mista whispered, when he was overturned to the ground at the moment of the explosion, a hard object was thrown on his hand - it was Buccarati's a zipper.He pressed the Boss' zipper into the palm of his hand, the high temperature burned his skin, and the will born in the chaos of despair burned again in his body.

Giorno said—the so-called enlightenment is not the determination to make sacrifices, but to pave the way forward in the dark wilderness!

"Let me—live, I will definitely find Giorno and talk face to face."

"You better be."

Jotaro looked down at him.

If this kid can make Giorno Giovanna show up, maybe he really has the value of continuing to live.Jotaro wasn't about to "talk," he had plenty of ways to get the blond liar to tell the truth.Jotaro rubbed his thumb across the shattered screen of the phone and landed on Giorno's name, and the salty smell of the ocean resurfaced in his nostrils.Kakyoin called, "How's the situation?" Jotaro asked him, and Jousuke looked over worriedly.

"There are good and bad." Kakyoin answered him. "Don't be too surprised."

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Joseph took away Elena's ring.

He hugged Jotaro for a long time under Jotaro's disapproving gaze, his brother was already so tall - he didn't have to hold his hand to stagger forward.He is a traveler who can never return home, so he has to remember the outline of his family one by one. "Old thing." Jotaro's eyes drooped under the brim of his hat, and he finally raised his arms to embrace his blood relatives, "I will bless you." Joseph patted the back of his head and touched his forehead Rubbing his forehead—Jotaro didn't break away from his hand, "You'll come and declare my freedom, Boss."

Jousuke hesitated, and he patted Joseph's shoulder pretendingly in his arms.Joseph pinned the star-shaped brooch he had prepared a long time ago on Jousuke's chest, "Jonathan said that he will give it to you when you arrive in Italy." He stroked Jousuke's hair, a high school student who cares about his hairstyle for thousands of years Pinned in place without moving, "Mr. Joseph." The young man hugged Joseph heavily, put his head on his neck, and wet a small piece of Joseph's collar.

"No matter where you are."

"Please be happy."

My heart will always be with you.

"Don't send it."

Joseph turned around, raised his arms and waved, turning his head for one last look.In the end, they ran with their legs open, facing the sun and went to the medical car with the door wide open—they gradually drifted away, merged into the flow of people, into the flow of cars, and into the mediocre beings of the world.

Maybe they will meet again in the future.

At that time, I hope that there is a beautiful Italian next to the brown-haired man. They rub their bodies together, hold hands, and stroll down the waterfront streets of Venice, where there are lovers who are as passionate as they are, Bridge of Sighs The setting sun shines on the shimmering water.If you get close enough, you might be able to hear the whispers of the interlocking lovers' jokes.

"This is the first time we've met—don't touch me, you bastard."

"Okay, okay. I really love to act—well, my name is Cesar, welcome to Italy..."

"This is my first time here. Also, my name is Joseph."

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"Lord, you were born in a manger and came into the world as the Son of Man for 30 years. So you know that we will still be weak, and sometimes, we will even stumble. Lord, use your shepherd's loving rod to support us with your own hands and lead us We move forward."

Giorno bowed his head deeply, he held Jonathan's palm with his folded hands, his chin rested on his knuckles, revealing the white skin under the golden hair tail, he continued to pray devoutly, "We don't know tomorrow The road, but we know that you control tomorrow, you hold my hand."

Giorno's prayer was over, but he still maintained a crucifixion posture - he pursed his lips.The young man felt the hot skin of his blood relative with his palm, he lowered his eyes and said wearily and embarrassedly, "Buccarati is dead, father." His heart churned together, and the broken flesh gushed out, "And my father reminded me not to forget In the past." He thought of Dio's painful estrus, broken dignity, excised glands, Dio never shed tears, those that hurt him were swallowed into his throat and grew from the heart with poisonous spikes, "It was unforgettable. "Dio sheltered him and provided him with everything he needed to survive.Dio taught him and led him in the right direction hand in hand.They are people in the same boat, dancing together on the tip of a knife.

"I haven't. Forget the past. But what about the future?" There was confusion in his voice, and the young speaker temporarily shed his hard and tough shell, "Buggarati's death makes me very sad." Giorno Think, too many people have died, too many people. "Father's disappointment also makes me very sad." Giorno maintained that penitent posture, touching the back of the godfather's hand with his forehead, "What should I do. Tell me——what should I do."

A hoarse and weak voice sounded in his ear.

Giorno opened his eyes wide. "It...isn't your fault, my child." Giorno let go of Jonathan's hand almost in a panic, he didn't know that Jonathan was still conscious.The elder stroked Giorno's blond hair slowly and lovingly, "It's all because of...the mistakes we made in the past...cough...I am the sinner." His pitiful eyes fell on Joluno On the back of Nuo's neck with her head hanging down, covered under the rose-red coat, the outlines of birthmarks of stars can be vaguely seen.

"It's me..." failed your father.Giorno stood up in a panic and interrupted Jonathan, he only glanced at Jonathan's blue eyes.Two pairs of similar eyes collided, and Giorno stepped back a few steps, opened the door and rushed out as if fleeing.Dio folded his arms to see his leaving back, he walked out from the shadow of the corridor, walked slowly into the door, rarely said anything, and let the silent air spread among them.

Dio looked at Jonathan, and Jonathan looked at him.