[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Please listen to BGM-Miracle

Zhang Lu / Cheng Hua / Jody in this chapter

When the blue night falls on the world

no one sees us holding hands

00

If Higashika Jousuke was given another chance and asked him how he would spend his precious vacation - he would never have answered so categorically: "Las Vegas".

This never-ending neon city is on the edge of the desert, planted with large green cacti and small flowers of various colors.Dongfang Jousuke pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose to his forehead, and opened the window curiously.The young orientals took off their school uniforms and jackets, which were unchanged all year round, and put on fancy printed short-sleeves and loose trousers. They stayed away from disputes and became responsible tourists.

Kishibe Rohan had to honk the horn to stop the dangerous behavior of the older children.

"hand."

Maybe it's because he shouldn't be ordering a latte in the morning but an Americano, and right now his temples are throbbing -- he doesn't even have the energy to reach out and hit Higashija Jousuke on the forehead.In this city where gambling is legalized, it is full of things that teenagers are interested in, such as slot machines on the roadside, pungent local drinks, and hot girls who come out at night.Luhan felt like a broken-hearted nanny.

"Three 10 minutes, find a place."

Dongfang Jousuke took off his sunglasses and stretched under the seat belt, "Holiday, Rohan-sensei. The vacation is—no training, no tasks, no daily tasks ABCD, and no need to be with Seungta—"

Kishibe Rohan slammed on the brakes.

They stopped on the road by the lake, and the scorching sun baked the road.

Lu Ban took off his sunglasses abruptly and threw them aside, "Jousuke Higashika." He held the boy by the collar expressionlessly and brought him to his eyes, "Make sure. It doesn't matter whether you are on some shitty vacation or not." Lu Han let go Jousuke fell back to his seat, "It's my job to coach you."

"Generally, people who get in the way of my work don't live very long."

Higashikata Jousuke withdrew his hand in silence, rolled his head down and closed the window, he re-buckled his seat belt and nestled in the passenger seat, and only whispered when the car drove into the urban area, "Is it just work?" Kishibe Rohan didn't answer him.My family did not clarify the specific situation in the call, but only asked to confirm whether the order was received.Because of Higashika Josuke's age and status——he didn't take much part in the Joestar family's business.He was sent to Japan with his mother's surname, and Kishibe Rohan, an organization cadre, lived in Japan as his mentor.

Kishibe Rohan sees it as punishment for failing the mission.

And this undifferentiated kid is like a piece of brown sugar.

"You can't always express your true thoughts." Kakyoin once commented on him, "Although we often cannot face others with our true identities." He reached out and poked Kishibe Rohan's chest, "face We are never hypocritical with our family.” —Family?

That stupid brat.

Kishibe Rohan explained to him distractedly, "This is a special regulation in emergency situations. This order should have been sent to Morioh Town. But because of your temporary vacation, we need to go to a suitable base to receive it." Hotel, Restaurants, casinos—those industries that the Joestars have only managed to infiltrate aren't exactly safe.In fact, there are so-called "nests" in the cities where the organization is located as reliable strongholds. "If it goes well, I'll take you out to play at night." Higashija Jousuke raised his hands and cheered with a smile, almost inaudible after speaking.

The warm orange afterglow gradually fell into the center of the lake, and the light and shadow of neon lights reflected on the asphalt road like a pool of splashed oil paint.Luhan parked in front of a tavern with a strange name, and there was a red high-heeled shoe on the light sign.Jousuke leaned on the car window and looked at the sexy Jamaican woman bent down to pull the lever of the slot machine, her cheeks were hot and her tongue was knotted, "Eh? This—this is the nest?"

"It's also a strip club." Lu Ban squinted his eyes to observe the traffic flow and the crowd, and confirmed that there was no suspicious person following him. He lowered his head to check the dagger in his boot and the gun in his pocket.

"Wait for me 10 minutes. I'll get the key."

"I, I'm with you."

01

moonlight.

Water poured over the nape of Kakyoin's neck, flowing through his coral-colored hair, hidden under his porcelain-white shoulders.He was panting as if he had just run too far with a heavy load, buried his head in the pillow with difficulty, and unconsciously clasped the bed sheet with his fingers. "Jotaro..." he called out the name deliriously, his tongue brushing against the wet lower lip involuntarily.

Yet Omega emits hardly any smell.

The scars from the bullet holes on the necrotic glands had faded so faintly that they could hardly be seen—Jotaro's wounds were much brighter than those.Kujo Jotaro looked down at Kakyoin's body, from the shoulders to the back of the waist—eight shots—he pressed Kakyoin's shoulders, and used his lips to search for the faded wounds, trying to digest the dull skin in his mouth .

Jotaro bit down on the organ on the back of Kakyoin's neck.

He formed a knot in Kakyoin's body.

He let out a low growl with that piece of skin in his mouth.Noriaki Kakyoin can be permanently marked by anyone, including Jotaro Kujo.Kakyoin struggled to turn over and held his face, rubbing his knees against his waist, "I'm..." He stretched out his arms to wrap Jotaro in his arms, and put his lips next to his ears, "I'm just it's here."

Not on a hospital operating table.

Nor is it dying.

Jotaro bowed his head and quietly kissed the young man's lips.He brushed away the hair that was scattered on his lover's face, and pressed the back of Kakyoin's head to grab the oxygen in his lover's mouth.In the next second, he rushed into a tighter place, biting through the opponent's gland again in vain.

"No... hiss, it's useless..."

Kakyoin curled up in pain, subconsciously avoiding the opponent's bite, he raised his arm to push Jotaro's shoulder.

"I... I won't go anywhere." Kakyoin rubbed the corners of his eyes with blurred vision, where tears were piling up, "...I'm right...here."

Jotaro smelled the smell of blood between his lips and teeth and a scent of campanula.

Later, Jotaro opened one of the bay windows, and Kakyoin was sitting on the bed wearing a nightgown, with a copy of "The Monarch" on his lap, "You think your smell is too strong?" He joked joked. "Yes." Jotaro closed the front of his nightgown for him, "That would prevent me from smelling you." Kakyoin sighed in surrender, and he stretched out his hand to hold Jotaro's fist, "You and I know both."

"I've been lucky enough."

"I dreamed of Dio Brando." Jotaro looked away from the mark on the back of Kakyoin's neck.Dio's hideous visions seem to be spinning him out of control. "But he's been dead for 15 years, Jotaro." Kakyoin rested her thumb on his palm, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

"You can't fill up a few more shots on someone who's already sunk."

02

Dio picked up a cartridge case and twirled it in his fingertips.

"It looks like your brothers are already on their way, JOJO." He threw the bullet casing out, through the window and rolled down the edge of the cliff, "It's a pity that it's not you who greet them, but Death. His blond hair was still smooth and smooth, his dark red eyes were still bright, but Jonathan still felt strange.

As if what he missed day and night was nothing more than a handful of dust from an old dream.

And the cold-blooded animal chewing the corpse in the bones is hissing and spitting.

"I begged for your trust." He looked down at Jonathan, the corner of his mouth curved into a cold arc, "Like a dog. Jonathan Joestar." He pressed Jonathan's head, and hit the opponent's head with his knee viciously Chin, that made the man cough with a bloody smell.He sat back on the chair again, straightened his crumpled clothes, pouted his cheeks expressionlessly, "Do you remember—what I said back then?"

Of course Jonathan remembered.

It was the night of a thunderstorm that poured 15 years ago.

"Get out of the way—" Kujo Jotaro pointed the muzzle of Jonathan's head at Jonathan's head, he roared, his index finger resting on the trigger, as if he was about to explode the head of his godfather, whom he swore allegiance to, at any moment.Joseph hugged his shoulders tightly from behind, and then he shot a round of bullets on the floor, touching Joseph's toes, "Go away, old man."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Right now."

Dio Brando was tied to the chair he used to sit in, still wearing the dark blue coat he had worn two days ago - Jotaro couldn't help but wonder if Kakyoin's blood was on his coat.The blond man seemed to be quite indifferent to his situation, he raised his chin as arrogantly as if he was still the master of the castle, "Kill me? Kujo Jotaro," he sneered, "Without me, Joss Everyone in the Da family has long since died. You—" He narrowed his eyes and looked at the brothers and sisters he was so familiar with, "You, and you." He looked up to find Jonathan's eyes, and the dark red eyes reflected Outlined by the blue-haired man, "I did—was a cop, JoJo. But I protected you idiots."

"I betrayed my promise and creed." Just because of you, JOJO.

If you always trust me, always protect me.

I will offer my allegiance and faith.

My godfather.

He opened his eyes eagerly, the way Jonathan first met him on a rainy night in Naples.Help me... so said the bright radiant eyes.Jonathan was about to reach out to him almost subconsciously. His lover was now covered in wounds and ragged, and for the first time even his tone was like a request.

"To shut up."

Kujo Jotaro's bullet flew out of Jonathan's ear, and a few strands of dark blue hair scattered on the ground.Gritting his teeth, he threw the recording brought back by Kakyoin into Jonathan's arms, "It's full of lies." Jotaro aimed his gun at the blond man, "Go to hell."

Even facing that hateful face, emptying the magazine could not vent his anger.

Kakyoin is still alive and dead in the operating room.

"Do you think Kakyoin is the only one who suspects you? If Jonathan didn't trust you, you would be full of flaws, a traitor." Jonathan listened to everything in silence. He put the tape that had come to an end aside, and walked to Jotaro like a ghost. In the front, the chest was exposed to Jotaro's gun, "Dio Brando, you said that you once protected the Joestar family, is this true? Please tell me."

"Of course—I swore—"

"You also swore to the police badge, my dear friend." Jonathan turned around slowly, his face was pale, he was like a fish just picked up from the water, unable to breathe, struggling in the thin air Moving, he knelt down and stared into Dio's eyes, which were really beautiful eyes - belonging to the man he once loved deeply.Maybe Dior didn't know it himself, and his long lower eyelashes hung with tears, crumbling.Jonathan's fingers stopped a second before touching the opponent's eyelashes. "You're still lying."

The godfather passed sentence.

He sentenced his lover to death.

Jotaro's finger pressed the trigger, and Jonathan stopped him.In just a split second, the eldest brother pinned his wrist and unloaded the loaded magazine. He threw the murder weapon into the corner of the room and took out a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat stains on his fingertips. "Addiopresempre, Amoremio." He reached out and tapped on the back of Dio's neck, catching Dio's limp body.

"According to the execution method of traitors."

"Dior Brando will fall into the sea forever."

The sound of the waves below the cliff finally overwhelmed the silent room, and the moonlight shone dimly on the steep cliff, just like yesterday and today, every day.

04

"But a miracle happened." Dio squeezed Jonathan's neck tightly with both hands, "I'm back from hell, my dear." He tightened his ten fingers, "I guess even hell can't appease my hatred and anger." He said Laughing, leaning back and forth almost out of breath.

"First good news."

"Your baby brother, let me see—" He squinted his eyes and tilted his head mockingly, "Jousuke Higashika. Seems to be in some trouble." Dio reached out and patted Jonathan's head affectionately, and whispered in his ear , "You are really loved, they are very obedient."

The night licked the outline of his jaw, Dio easily jumped onto the table, he crossed his legs, and the moonlight condensed into pools of blood in his eyes.He held out his hand to Jonathan in feigned pity.

"Come and try."

"Please forgive me."

"Like a dog."

05

Dongfang Jousuke hid behind the corner chair, very glad that Rohan still remembered to put a gun in his pocket.

It's just that the number of bullets is a bit nerve-wracking.

Fortunately, there is only one enemy left.

The broken stereo in the tavern was still playing passionate Latin American dance music intermittently.The sound of high heels slamming on the floor came from far to near, he held his breath, and hot sweat rolled down his forehead uninterruptedly.The hand holding the gun did not tremble—this did not come from the blood inheritance of the Joestar family.In fact, Kishibe Rohan's shooting training is no more difficult for him than arithmetic in elementary school, or in other words, perhaps mathematics may be more troublesome.

To some extent, Dongfang Jousuke has some unique talents.

He just loves spending time with his Rowan-sensei—whether it's the training ground in Morioh or a strip club in Las Vegas.Of course, the premise is that his teacher Lu Ban can't be naked and ignorant of personnel affairs.

The small explosion caused damage to the tavern's interior lighting system.

That's why he was able to find this blind spot with Lu Ban in his arms.

Kishibe Rohan almost subconsciously rushed over and pressed Dongfang Jousuke under him, "Tonight..." His entire back was severely burned, and the burnt clothes stuck to his skin, "I can't take it..." He said in a daze Falling into Higashikata Jousuke's arms, reason and thoughts flew far away, and then fell into darkness.

He was just a little thankful that he didn't have to get the key and deal with those difficult family disputes.

At this moment, the angry young man opened his bright eyes and arched his body like a leopard hunting.

three meters.

He is not without fear.

This is not training, nor is it a small-scale mission.

two meters.

It's just that he has a reason that he can't back down.

one meter.

That's right now—a gunshot, Higashikata Jousuke interrupted the weighing part of the ceiling lamp, and the crystal chandelier crashed down, brushing past a black shadow facing Jousuke. "The brain is easy to use." The dancer twirled the pistol, picked up the broken lamp with the toe of her shoe, and she jumped over the wreckage, "But I'm not a fool, kid. I already know your location."

Dongfang Jousuke stepped out from behind the chair, his wrist holding the gun kept shaking, he stepped back in a panic and fired two shots at an unknown point in the air, but did not hurt the opponent at all.

"Farewell, brat."

At this distance, the dancing girl could smash Higashika Josuke's head almost without aiming.She shook her head regretfully.A second after the trigger was pulled, a bullet pierced her forehead from the back of her head.The moment the bullet came out of the gun, it only hit Jousuke's ankle because of the direction change.

—What a pity.

It's a simple geometry problem. Breaking the lamp is to make the opponent approach you and create a ricochet barrier.Move positions not out of fear, but to find deadly angles. "I agreed to take me out tonight," Higashika Josuke carried Rohan on his back and moved outside, "Don't break your promise, Mr. Rohan."