[Miscellaneous] On the way home

In this chapter, Jodi/Josie/Chenghua/Zhanlu Micro Velvet Rice

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I can't see the future because of love

Wounded yesterday is a calendar marker

I have no story to tell you.

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Giorno Giovanna's life began in a fishing village in southern Italy.

Mista's parents rescued an unconscious blond Omega from the coast 15 years ago, and he called himself Dio Brando.The marked Omega refused to discuss his Alpha with anyone, and Dio rarely even spoke in the year he was rescued.He paid Mista's parents far more than his own expenses, and the only request was to guarantee the birth of Giorno.

Giorno’s childhood bedtime stories were Dio’s angry curses. His plush dolls and plastic cars were torn to pieces by his father. His first toy was a pistol that Dio didn’t know where to get. Grab his thin arms and teach him how to disassemble this thing.Giorno didn't understand at first why he couldn't go to the beach to build a sandcastle or play in the water like Mista, but when he saw Dio's distorted face in heat, Giorno chose to be silent and obedient.Mista would always slam the windows with stones on the dirt floor when Dio yelled at Giorno, and his father would curse the little bastard in a low voice, and then warn him—don't forget, Joe runo.Your real last name is Joestar.He always nodded half-understanding.

Jonathan Joestar was watching him.

Giorno saw his own outline in the other's deep blue eyes, and he really read some inexplicable resemblance.Giorno rolled Jonathan's wet shirt into his sweater, he frowned involuntarily, his blood boiled to his heart, and before his reason could say anything, his lips and tongue moved first. "Father." Jonathan raised his face with difficulty, he was so tired that he seemed to faint at any time.

"My...Boy..."

let me see you.

He desperately stretched out his hand towards Giorno, and the blond young man covered the back of his hand with his warm palm, not daring to touch his bloody fingertips.He bent down and clenched Jonathan's wrist, and pressed his cheek against his father's forearm. Jonathan couldn't see the other's face clearly, and the star on the back of his neck was once again exposed in Jonathan's sight.

"We're having a hard time." Giorno's thin voice sounded.

Jonathan felt pain wash his eyes.This is a blood relative he has never met, and his children should have enjoyed what Jonathan had, not struggling to make a living under Diablo's rule. "Father is not easy." Giorno and Dio have very similar hair color, but the shape of eyes is exactly the same as Jonathan.Jonathan thought of the sweet and unburdened past—his lover used to be at such an age, wearing a soft and beautiful white shirt, the soft collar swaying in the wind, dark red eyes like rare minerals , with flying eyebrows and flourishing youth.

"This day is going to drive him crazy. He hates you crazy." Giorno thought of the hideous wound on the back of Dio's neck. On the rainy night after the gland operation, he helped Dio back to the dirty and low place of Mista's house. In the short storage room, crying and asking his other father why he abandoned them - Dio knelt in the rain, holding Giorno's face in his hands, exuding a stinking bloody smell, growling with a distorted expression, "Jonathan Joestar—! That's your father!" Trembling, he held Giorno into his arms and cried out in pain, "But he wanted to kill us! He killed me!"

Giorno withdrew from his hazy memories.

"But I don't want you to die, father." Giorno pushed back the strands of sweat that fell into his eyes.His face and Dio's face appeared alternately in front of Jonathan's eyes, "If you don't tell me Senator William's secret—my father and I will be killed by Diablo." He blinked his green eyes, a teardrop Rolling down his cheek, he pleaded a kiss to Jonathan's wrist.

The godfather remembered the tears and rain on Dior's face on the cliff, dripping on his fingertips again after 15 years.

Jonathan closed his eyes, and he opened his mouth in compromise.

"Thank you, godfather."

Giorno bowed indifferently to him.

The young man stared into Jonathan's eyes. There was still wetness on his face, but he didn't reach out to wipe it away. "Thank you for your kindness." His voice became flat and calm, and the crying sound disappeared from his voice.Giorno raised his chin slightly and looked down at Jonathan. There was no sarcasm on his expressionless face, as if he wanted to talk about the weather or dinner with Jonathan, "This kindness is fatal."

He turned away sharply.

Before pulling open the iron door, Jonathan saw the blond boy's fingertips touch the star on the nape of his neck. He picked the edge of the star with his nails, and then tore it off the neck entirely.Giorno threw the thing into a trash can indifferently, and locked the door of the interrogation room without looking back.

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Joseph put his arm around Jotaro's shoulders, and grinningly wanted to touch his head—this was a regular routine every time the two of them met.Kakyoin and Rohan were punctuating the electronic map in a leisurely manner, while Josuke Higashika was panicked to prevent Jotaro from throwing Joseph, who was pulling the hat, to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"You'd better let go now, old thing."

Higashika Josuke tore Joseph's hand off Jotaro's hat with great difficulty, "Mr. Jotaro—Mr. Joseph—!" Kakyoin patted Josuke on the shoulder and told him Don't worry, he gestured to remind Jotaro that there was an internal call.The high school student’s angry voice caught Caesar’s attention, and the Italian, who was counting weapons and equipment with Suji Q in the room, came over with a dark face and grabbed Joseph by the collar. Walking wobbly "Go nuke yourself, bastard."

While zooming in on the satellite image, Luhan continued to simulate the terrain, and at the same time ordered unceremoniously, "Jousuke, you go too."

"Why——" Jousuke followed Joseph who was rubbing his neck with his mouth pursed, "It's all your fault, Mr. Joseph." "What are you talking about, it's because your voice is too loud, okay?" !" Joseph blocked the doorway and poked Josuke's forehead, Jotaro hung up the phone and walked over without saying a word, grabbed the collars of the two and pushed them in, "25 minutes, guns, bullets, and protective gear count .”

That's enough.

Luhan continued to punctuate on the virtual map, and occasionally communicated with Kakyoin on the layout of highlands.After Jotaro and Kakyoin gave some instructions, they went to the control room.Caesar sat on a chair with his head lowered and reloaded the gun. The Italian who was unfamiliar with his movements was obviously a novice.Kakyoin noticed the Band-Aid stuck on his jaw.He walked around the other side of the table behind Cesar, the blond man looking tall and fit - but with callused palms and a subtle smell of tobacco mixed with tequila from the glands on the nape of his neck.

Kakyoin greeted politely, "Mr. Zebelin." He stretched out his hand to hold Caesar's wrist, and turned it over gently - the gun really belonged to Joseph Joestar, with a beautiful curly body The words are engraved on the side of the gun handle.Caesar struggled subconsciously, then tightened his shoulders restrainedly.Kakyoin let go of two fingers, and the recoil spring cap popped out smoothly. He let go of Xisa's hand, "Pay attention to the angle. You don't need to use so much force."

"Thank you." Caesar nodded, and he tried again, apparently much faster than last time—from an ordinary person's point of view, he is very agile and very smart.Kakyoin's inquiring eyes fell on the other side's face, "I'm here because of some personal reasons." Xisa's voice was very calm and restrained, but his fingertips unconsciously rubbed Joseph's name on the handle of the gun, "I ——I don’t like the Mafia.” The fingernails rubbed against the body of the gun.Lu Ban stopped what he was doing because of his speech, he frowned and kept his suspicious gaze on Xi Sa's face.

"I will not join you," the Italian added.

Luhan raised his arm, Kakyoin knew what this overly serious guy was thinking - he hastily gestured to Luhan to stop.From his experience, he can completely judge the life trajectory of Caesar. He is definitely not a person who lives in a bloody storm like them, and the so-called personal reasons are not difficult to guess.In fact, although Kakyoin has a lot of experience in observing others, it is easier for him to like people who are straightforward and honest. "You really won't join us." The young man patted Caesar on the shoulder gently, Joseph stuck his head out worriedly to eavesdrop on their conversation, Kakyoin put the magazine in a good mood, "but your'personal Reason' desperately wants you to be our family."

He raised his eyebrows at Joseph narrowly.

"Welcome to Joestar's house."

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Bugarati's figure appeared on the screen in the control room.

Mista and Fugo were biting their ears and talking, while Apaki pinched out his cigarette and stared at the camera straightly.Bugarat raised his hand, "Mr. Jotaro. We will return to the 'nest' with you." Giorno revealed that the defense situation is more difficult. Diablo has united a large number of emerging families—— Under the intimidation of the Joestar family, the small family who were unable to engage in the drug business to make huge profits or were ambitious were eager to get a share of the pie.

The elite troops have an absolute advantage in conducting point-to-point local firefights. These families are not closely connected with each other, and they have the opportunity to break away from the encirclement and break through at fixed points.Since the drive from Rome to Naples highway is only about 4 hours, there are Diablo piles at the four toll stations in the middle.Jotaro chose to use Pedcassetoli on the east side as the inflection point to the south - the mountainous terrain further weakened the density of Diablo's defense.

"Buggarati." Joseph sat on Jotaro's right hand, with his finger on the tip of his nose. Jotaro rarely saw such a serious look on a man's face. "We rarely interact with them. But they come from Naples." The godfather never laid hands on this emerging family, which means tacit trust. "I've dealt with them in business and it's been clean."

According to the information transmitted by Bugarati, they used drones and reconnaissance teams to carry out point-to-point detection within a limited range-Kakyoin approved the detection results. "From the current point of view, it is credible." Jotaro told Joseph that everyone in the Bugarati team would join their team going south without exception.No matter in terms of numbers or weapons, Bugarati has no possibility of contending. "They'll be pathfinders." Also hostages.

Jotaro hates games where he loses the initiative.The blond-haired young mafioso concerned him so much that he couldn't give the Bugarati family all the trust.A thin, sharp string tightened in his body, and the smell of damp seawater wafted out of memory—he had never lost, and never would.Jotaro Kujo looked at the dark monitor that had been turned off, and his cold face was reflected on it—Jotaro Kujo firmly believed that he would sit in Jonathan's chair, and no one would be able to hurt the patron with the surname at that time anyone under.

"One last thing." He put the blood-stained ring on Joseph's palm, "This is Ms. Elena's."

Elena and Joseph were childhood sweethearts when they were teenagers. Before the godfather stood at the pinnacle of the family, Elena almost completely accompanied Joseph's childhood - she passed away at the moment of freedom and marriage.This shouldn't be, Joseph slowly covered his cheeks, silent tears slipped from between his fingers.Inevitably, he experienced many lives and deaths, but none of them was commonplace. Joseph was never used to separation. "I think you made a mistake bringing your Omega." Jotaro leaned against the wall, hiding his eyes in the shadow of his hat, "It's too dangerous for him. If I were you, I would leave him here."

too late.

From the moment he met Cesar A. Zeppelin, fate brought Cesar into this endless torrent.And Joseph would never allow him to disappear from his sight as silently as Elena. "I will protect him."

"He doesn't remove anywhere else around me."

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When Kishibe Rohan woke up, he felt a head next to his head. He fumbled for his glasses from the side of the bed, then squinted his eyes and pressed the phone screen to turn on.Higashija Jousuke with loose hair rubbed his eyes from being stabbed, he sat up slowly wrapped in a quilt, his shirtless so clear and naked abdominal muscles made Rohan have to look away.

"Go back to sleep." Lu Ban kicked his calf impatiently. "Don't—" Dongfang Jousuke refused bluntly, he yawned and fell back on the pillow, and grabbed Luhan's wrist and pulled him backwards. "Smelly brat." Lu Ban grabbed his shoulder, "Go back to your own room."

Jousuke crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, "I said, Mr. Rohan." His brows and eyes were curved with a smile, "Are you afraid that something will happen? If you are worried about this—" Jousuke hugged Rohan's waist Turning him over on the bed, the quilt completely slipped off the high school student's shoulders. The young man put one hand on the other's shoulder, pressing on Luhan's crotch. He slightly hooked his head, looking down at Kishibe Rohan.

"It's really unnecessary."

The screen of the mobile phone reflected two extremely bright light spots in Dongfang Josuke's eyes.

He didn't look like he was joking.

"That's a matter of time."

What a joke--Rohan bent his knees to bump him away, Jousuke quickly turned around and grabbed his ankle firmly. "Let go quickly." Rohan angrily swung his right fist towards Jousuke's chin, and was wrapped in the palm of the young man's outstretched five fingers.

This guy.Lu Han didn't know whether to criticize the opponent's shameless behavior or to criticize him for being careless in training.He simply withdrew his strength, lay flat and looked at the ceiling, "I'm a Beta, Higashika Josuke." There was no smell, no glands, and no desire for union.And the boy in front of him will decompose into Alpha one day——Kakyoin showed him the result of Higashika Jousuke's plan early in the morning, and Jousuke will complete the differentiation in a short time.The smell of young people must be vigorous and noisy, Beta smiled self-deprecatingly, he couldn't smell it anyway.

Dongfang Jousuke still has a long future ahead.

The instinct to find smells must be with him all his life.

Lu Han turned his face away, avoiding the young man's gaze, "Stop messing around." Dongfang Jousuke pressed his knees, and his body heat made him tremble, the high school student bit him gently on the chin, stretched out his hand Turning Lu Ban's face over, looking into his eyes longingly, "I don't care." He seemed aggrieved, with the tip of his nose flushed and the corners of his eyes downcast, and he pressed Lu Ban fiercely and kissed his lips, "I don't care." I don't care." He complained vaguely, his kissing skills were terrible.

Kishibe Rohan sighed, closed his eyes silently, the boy's soft hair slipped into his fingers, and the faint smell of shower gel came out from behind his ears, Rohan was almost bewitched and opened his mouth.

He still didn't say it in the end.

But I care.