【Josie】The Red Beast

It's Etsuko.The poor woman said, "I'm not burning my husband's body, that's just my jealousy."

【B.】

Caesar sat on the bed and picked up the translation that he had read countless times.

This is the book that Joseph started to read often, but now he is flipping through it repeatedly.At first, it was just pure boredom, and curiosity that this guy actually started reading full-text books.But after reading this story, my brain seemed to be infected by that unspeakable magic.The book is not thick, and it tells a very simple story.A woman falls in love with two men, one doesn't love her, the other doesn't understand her, and finally the woman drives herself crazy.This is just a silly-sounding backbone. In the past, Caesar would only comment on this kind of plot as a gimmick, but now, he feels that every word of this sentence is creepy. realism.

Smoothing away the indentations from reading, he picked up the bookmark and continued reading from the page he turned to before leaving the door.There was the sound of water in the bathroom, but it was a pity that the person inside was not a beautiful woman, but a man with the same physical structure as him. Joseph could sweat more than him, and he could still sweat a few laps outside at night in October. His forehead was full of sweat.It doesn't take long to take a shower, so when Joseph crawled into bed in pajama pants with a towel on, the book in Caesar's hand had just turned two pages.

He didn't say anything, he hugged Qibelin's waist and stopped moving. If it wasn't for the strength of his arms tightening around his waist, maybe he really thought this kid was asleep.

Touching the words on the printer paper, Caesar thought maybe Joseph would kill himself.Become the silent mad woman in that book.And he is Ryosuke and Saburo.Once he was taken off the ventilator by himself, and his cervical spine was shot off again.Joseph’s physical strength is definitely not comparable to that of the women in the book, so Caesar’s death will be easier, maybe there will be no such dialogues at all, Sisar Zeppelin will be buried in the ground quickly, and there will be no such conversations. What a mess of onlookers, a man as tall as a bear would just lower his head and weep while covering him with dirt.Frowning, like a tantrum-smelling brat.

This guy will probably scold him in his heart, or repeat what the heroine said in the book.The breath of Italian romance is engraved in Zeppelin's bones, so that the imagination of death is full of a certain sense of artistic tragedy.He squinted his eyes and stared at the book, stroking those sentences with his thumb, and couldn't help feeling that the oriental man had such a delicate mind, and it was probably a woman who could write this story.It turned out that he always felt that love is love and hate is hate, and when he saw others worrying about love, he would laugh a few times hypocritically in his heart, but he didn't expect that there is love that is three points more bitter than hate in this world.Xi Sa rubbed the words on it with his fingertips, projecting the frames in his mind like a film machine, and he seemed to be standing in the ending scene he had conceived - he turned into a ghost, watching the tall young man go to his corpse Covering my body with soil, I said like a mantra in my heart that no one can torture me like this or that—thinking about the Italians, I found it a little funny, so I really squinted my eyes and laughed softly.

"Don't think about it." Joseph Joestar poked his head out from under the quilt. They really had a good understanding, and he guessed [-]% of Zeppelin's mind based on those details.The intact hand touched it, stuck it to the inner thigh, and rubbed it against the deadly place little by little.He bit Xisa's waist like a puppy, his voice muffled. "Master Joseph is going to burn you into a sugar bowl and take you to the United States. It's not too cheap to bury you bastard playboy in the yard."

The fingers moved down after teasing the penis. Today they were too ridiculous. The bed went down to the bathroom window, and the two men had never been separated in the room.Touching the acupuncture point with his fingers, it was swollen as expected. Feeling the stiffness of this body, Joseph sighed silently in his heart, complaining that he was still soft-hearted.

Forget it, he is not a dog in heat, and the by-products of this kind of emotion are really boring if there are too many cycles.What's the use of fucking the jerk italian like that, the damned catholic is just going to tell him to get a wife and start a family and go the right way.Right way, yes, yes, damn right way! !

Withdrawing his hand, Joseph got himself under the quilt again, this time with his back to Zeppelin, silent like a child holding his breath.

But Jojo is also talented.In the future, this idiot will grow up, become a reliable adult, have love, and then start a family and have children... In fact, anything is fine, as long as it is not with me.Nor can it be with myself.Caesar looked at the man with his back turned away, and heard the voice in his head.He likes Qiao Qiao, from admiration to respect, but he doesn't want Qiao Qiao to like him too.

"You worship the Father, but you lead people to make mistakes; you long for love, but you indulge in original sin."

The voice in his head taunted him, so that laughter became a questioning of the soul again.

"Qiao Qiao." He felt pain in his heart, but couldn't help but feel happy that the other party loved him.I will never be a noble person.thought young Zeppelin, lying on Joestar's back, pecking and kissing the dark red star, wondering what else he could give Jojo this time.Spirit, faith, growth... At the end of the count, the man discovered that he had nothing but this life.

When he was pushed over by his shoulders, Caesar looked up into those blue eyes, tilted his head, and showed a rather indifferent expression.

"I feel okay, do you want to do it?"

If he wanted it, so what if this life was given to him.

This idea is really self-defeating.Joseph pressed on him, frowning at him, and Caesar looked back without any guilt.After a stalemate like this, the guy suddenly turned over and lay back to the original place.

"Sleep!" Joseph Joestar yelled, grabbing the sheets, childish as hell.

Blinking, Sisar put down the book, turned off the bedside lamp and slipped under the quilt.Qiao Qiao is a source of heat, from neck to heel, every place is dissipating heat.Caesar stretched out his arm, and quietly put it on.Joseph didn't move, so he moved a little closer.It didn't take long for him to be held in his arms again.

The boy put his arms around him and yelled, "Sleep!"

He finally couldn't hold it back, and laughed tremblingly in the kid's arms.

The Italian was strangled.Joestar lay face down on the bed and slept in the dark, with his arms around Qibelin's neck.He clutched his forehead and struggled to get up from the bed, thinking that no wonder he dreamed of being sent to the gallows, this fool's arms were much stronger than hemp rope.jojo.jojo.Reach out and push Joseph, um, sleep like a pig, the big bumbling pig of Anglo-American descent.Forget it, let him get some food first, after all starving to death is one of the most shameful ways to die in the world.

After coming out of the bathroom, the man went to look in the closet. He didn't bother to see whose clothes it was, so he just took a pair of clothes and put them on his body.Sure enough, he was one size bigger, and without changing, he casually put on yesterday's pants, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Grease the pan with oil, scoop up an egg and beat it on the edge.Nourishing—transparent egg whites gradually solidify into white under frying.The milk was put into the milk pot and simmered slowly. Cesar opened the cupboard and looked for the hand-ground coffee powder bought two weeks ago in the cupboard.Is it this one?or this?He fumbled around and finally pulled out this thing in the corner of a cupboard.

"Let me see. Hmm, it hasn't gone bad." Satisfied, he picked up the strainer, and he turned off the fire on the stove, intending to make this cup of coffee a small start to a perfect morning.Put the strainer in one-third of the cup, put your hand in the ground coffee, and then you can pour—"Cesar!?...Cesar!!..." A blow in the back, if it weren't for Italy Ren remembers every step of brewing coffee, and his arms are afraid that they will be swollen by the [-]-degree hot water right now.

"Mamma Mia! Jojo, are you idiot trying to murder me!?" Sisar put the kettle back on the table and turned to pinch Joseph's face.The big boy's eyes were not fully opened, and his brown hair was piled up on his head in a mess, looking like he could raise a nest of birds.He was naked from the upper body, wearing only a pair of loose pajama pants, and rushed in like this in a panic.

"The side is empty... I thought you were gone again..." Joseph went to unbutton Sisar's shirt, put his hand in, and gradually calmed down when he felt the warm and smooth touch of his palm.He buried his head into the playboy's neck, squinted his eyes, still half awake. "...I'm so sleepy, let me hug you again."

"If you're tired, go back to bed and sleep."

"You don't accompany me..."

"Because I'm a human being, not a pig. Humans have to eat breakfast." He raised his hand and pinched Joseph's nose. Seeing the guy's sour face because of the lack of air, the Italian was in a good mood.

Don’t you just call me a pig? The smart Joseph is fearless, but he opened his eyes and resolutely abandoned the bed: “What are you talking about, little Sisa, Joseph is obviously a new human being who walks upright.”

"Since you said so, okay." Cesar Zibelin raised his eyebrows, and tapped the edge of the pan with the spatula. "Then Mr. New Human, how cooked an omelet do you want?"

Stretching out his intact right hand, the new human beings lay down on the table and compared each other to five.

So the second egg falls into the pot.Zila Zila, transparent into pure white.Pour hot water into the coffee pot and discard any particles that float to the strainer.The fried eggs mixed with the aroma of coffee filled the kitchen, turning into lightly fluffy clouds, awakening people's appetite after sleeping all night.It was as if the plug had been pulled out, and the sound of gurgling penetrated from the stomach, indicating the fact that the body was already hungry.

The neatly cut sandwiches are cut along the corners, and the mozzarella cheese and egg yolk heart are mixed and flowed down, and then solidified in the air into thin wires.The coffee was steaming, slowly poured in the milk, stirred a few times and then turned into a warm light brown.

"Since you want to eat breakfast, don't lie on your stomach. You bastard, hurry up and wash up." Putting his hands on the top of his hair, ruthlessly ravaging the messy brown hair, Xi Sa took the last small dish Sugar is on the table.The guy still wants to hug him around the waist, so the man grabs Joseph's arms and lifts him up like some kind of big canine biologist.

Alright alright.The blue-eyed Joestar rolled his eyes at the ceiling, then walked out of the kitchen barefoot shaking his head.

"Qiao Qiao, remember to bring the newspaper at the door, or I will add three times the coffee to your milk."

Fuck!Damn italian! !The young man lifted his trousers, and without looking back, he gave a middle finger behind him.Of course, this morning newspaper was honestly taken from the door to the dining table by the junior brother who has the quality of a house dog.

"Grazie." Picking up the morning newspaper from the table, the playboy snapped his fingers in a very contrived way, and then smiled and pushed the freshly fried ham slices in front of his junior. "Tidaròunari compensa*." [*Give you a reward]

Joseph pushed the plate back, tapped his brother with his prosthetic limb, and pointed to his face with his right hand.

In the end he got the kiss he wanted.

it's time.The sailor stood on the mast with the iron anchor in his hand, and after finding the right position, he threw the hemp rope vigorously to tie the ship to the exposed reef.He straightened his back, stood in front of the giant wave, and stood up to meet the belated storm.

This time, his ship will not leave him.

[A.]

After that drunkenness, Joseph seemed to have given up his obsessive thoughts.He apologized honestly, washed his stinky coat, sat on the sofa and scratched his head in embarrassment, and asked if he could stay here for half a month.I bought a mid-term ticket, and now I can't find a place to live.He took out the hollowed-out wallet and showed it to the senior brother, the big fellow had begs written all over his face.Fine.The Italian leaned against the door frame with a toothbrush in his mouth, his voice muffled.Anyway, I still have three months left on my leave of absence from school.

I heard Lisa Lisa say that this guy is in college.Joseph picked up the pillow on the sofa and hugged it in his arms, staring.Is college fun?He rested his chin on the pillow.Well, how should I say it.The Italian man took out his toothbrush and spit out the foam from his mouth.Funny and kinda fun.

"It means it's boring and boring—" Joseph propped his face, and lazily took over the conversation.

"Going to school is not for fun." The blond Zeppelin raised his eyebrows and wiped his wet bangs with a towel. "Speaking of which, you should be going to college soon." Caesar poked his head out of the bathroom and looked at the young man who pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking.

Nope.He took out a cola candy and threw it into his mouth, then slumped on the sofa straight up.Poor Jojo is a child out of school.Joseph yelled at Cesar feebly.

Anyway.The serious guy walked to the sofa and dragged up the junior who was pretending to be dead.You have to read the book carefully, you know.

I know, I know.He picked out his ears and fell down again.

Joseph spent another two working weeks in Ceasar's rented house, living like a bum.During the day, he was so sleepy that he couldn't beat himself to death. Even though he was forced to get up due to the threat of fists, he was very listless.

"What the hell are you doing up at night?" After Joseph stuck his fork into the milk cereal seven times in a row, Cesar Zeppelin finally couldn't bear it anymore.Although everyone is entitled to keep their privacy, this kid is too worrying.

"Nightlife, of course it's the nightlife of young people. Old Italians won't understand." Joseph Joestar propped his face, and put the fork into the bowl for the eighth time.

Mamma Mia, it's wrong to force women, JoJo.The playboy took a sip of his coffee, propped his head up and joked with his junior.How do you know it's a woman.Joseph folded his arms, leaned back in the chair, and smiled at him too.The two of them looked at each other, their eyes met, and they knew each other well.

Forget it, I'll catch up on sleep again.The young man yawned and rubbed his face with his hands.Remember to call me at lunch.

Around 02:30 in the morning Joseph got up from the bed, his eyes were as bright as a cat's.He didn't turn on the light, he fumbled to put on his clothes, took Sisar's lighter and lit it, and sneaked out looking for the light.There were street lights on the street, and he stood outside the house, breathed into his palms, and rubbed his hands to blend into the silent night.Go forward for 200 meters, turn right and walk to the end of the alley to the main road.There are two or three kittens on the road, a drunk drunk lying next to the trash can, and a sleepy homeless man curled up on the bridge corridor.I wish you a good night's sleep.He threw a few coins into the bum's hat, turned and walked into the bustling tavern.

Another drink, another drink.

Men were crowded at the table playing old karaoke or blackjack, or flirting with happy women. Joseph looked up, stared at the dazzling overhead lights on the ceiling, and then turned his eyes to the door.Meow.The black cat walked slowly, wagging its tail and poking around, before being chased out by the tavern owner with a mop.Get lost, little devil, there's nothing to eat here.The fat man in the apron spat forcefully on the ground, cursing.

Hey man.Come for a drink.The unshaven man picked up a bottle of wine, squinted his eyes and shouted.Joseph turned his head back, raised his hand, and took two bottles of draft beer from the counter.It's too loud in here, man.Touching the bottle with the man, the young man played with the glass bottle in his hand, and did not rush to pour it down.Let's talk over there.

He bent his arms and aimed his elbows at the dilapidated back door of the tavern.

"I've got the stuff." The slovenly guy smiled at Joseph, crossing his fingers on the wine bottle. "Such a long thin iron chain, good guy, it must weigh a few kilograms when stacked together."

"Well, thank you very much." Joseph poured wine into his mouth. "Please ask someone to help me transport it to Rome." He took out a note from his pocket and stuffed it into the jacket pocket of the person next to him. "This is the address, just ship it to this place."

The man laughed.Brat, I really have you, rent a house and buy chains, you want to raise a dog.

"No, it's not a dog." The wine bottle was biting between his teeth, and the poor-quality alcohol rushed into the esophagus like a waterfall, but he still felt that it was not enough. He only wished that someone would bring a wine barrel over so that he could jump in and drown himself.Wiping his mouth, he shook his middle finger at the other party. "It's a bird, the kind of bird that can flap its wings."

Do you think I'm an idiot?The laughter grew louder, as if hearing something shockingly stupid.The bird has to be caged, how can it be tied with such a chain, this is an iron chain, boy, are you going to crush the wings of that unlucky bird?

"How is it impossible?" Joseph also laughed, and while laughing at him, he raised his arms and poured all the remaining half of the bottle of wine on himself.He took off his coat and pulled back all the forehead hair sticking to his face, blue flames were burning in his eyes.

"Because it's an eagle. It's the kind of eagle that can fly far away, and its talons and beak can hurt people."

At 04:30 in the morning Joseph came out of the closed tavern again.The overwhelming smell of alcohol was like swimming 800 meters in a pool mixed with dozens of alcoholic beverages.He staggered out of the door with the same half-dry coat in his arms, and bumped head-on with Cesar who was smoking at the door of the tavern.

"Mamma Mia! Heavenly Father! How much did you drink!?" Qi Beilin asked his brother angrily.The smell of alcohol around this guy was almost liquid.The tall young man squinted at the Italian who was waving his hands, and suddenly grinned.

"You really look like someone I like."

Damn, the brat is drunk again.Caesar resigned to his fate with a headache.That's the price of meddling.I should be more ruthless, how could something happen to a man as big as Joseph Joestar, this guy is not an eight-year-old who still wants to listen to bedtime stories.Thinking this way in his heart, Caesar grabbed Joseph's arm and tried to hold him back, but unexpectedly, the idiot suddenly stretched out his hand as if he had taken the wrong medicine, and hugged him abruptly.With a lot of strength, he hugged the Italian playboy and walked around in the dimly lit streets of Venice in the early morning.

"Hey... Hey! Joseph! You idiot! Let me down!!" The man stared at his emerald green pupils like a big bird with its feathers blown out.

"But he hates me." Joseph was full of alcohol, his thinking was quick and clear, he buried his head in his brother's chest, and his voice sounded like he was about to cry. "I kissed him and he beat me, as if I were garbage in the stinky gutter."

"...Joe, Jojo..."

"But it's okay." He tightened his arms and took a deep breath in Caesar's arms. "Let me hug you again, okay?"

He could feel the heat from the back of his neck and the familiar aroma of saponins, and his senior brother didn't speak any more.Just use that hand to gently touch and pat his shoulder and neck.

But it's okay, he said in his heart.As long as I like him is enough.

All the planning in those half a month made the young and reckless Joestar finally achieve his goal.

He kidnapped his brother.

Joseph did buy a plane ticket, but the plane landed not in the United States, but in Rome.He bought two.On the day of parting, Caesar went to see him off as a matter of course. The Italian slut is always soft on the people close to him. Although this trick is old-fashioned, it works very well for this guy, so he used the excuse to go to the toilet, and then took the pre-prepared Ether went out and stunned Sisar in the corner.After that, there was a kiss with ripples, and his senior brother was controlled by his close and trusted senior brother, and he arrived in the cage without knowing it.

The chain was under the bed, and Joseph didn't use it in the first place.He sat on the edge of the bed, bowed his head and kissed Xisa's lips, withdrawing his ripples, watching the man slowly open his eyes, like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale book.

What does it mean.Caesar asked him with a smile.

That's what I mean.He also answered with a smile.

Caesar stopped smiling, and calmly stared at the big boy in front of him, as if he was getting to know him for the first time.Jojo, this is not funny.The man sat cross-legged on the bed with a serious expression on his face.Tell me who taught you this utterly wrong behavior.

No, no, no.He shook his finger at Qibelin, crossed his legs, and leaned back on the chair as if he had no bones.It's just an inspiration, but the whole process and plan were created by Joseph, how, isn't it perfect.He closed his jaw, observed the vigilant hawk from the bottom-up angle, and smiled all over his face.

Cesar Andreou Zeppelin didn't say anything more, he suddenly turned over and stood up, covered Joseph with a sheet covering his head and face, and then slammed his fist hard on Joseph's face.boom.The fist was blocked by the forearm, he quickly retracted the fist, and when Joseph broke free from the sheet, he went around behind the guy and stretched his legs to sweep.The white "ghost" dragged Zeppelin's calf and fell on the bed. The Italian lost a center of gravity and had no extra ripples to use, so he was thrown on the floor abruptly.It made a loud noise.

How is it, is it all right?The jerk on the bed jumped up and rubbed his head.

roll.Caesar was knocked dizzy and nauseous, but pushed him away.

The two fell into a cold war like this.

This is normal and completely within Joseph's expectations.Caesar ignored him, shutting himself in the room every day or treating him like air, but Joseph still felt better.There is still time, this guy Xisa is the easiest to soften his heart, as long as he has time, he can definitely make him change his mind.Thinking about it now, I was really a rare idiot who had this idea at first.Being soft-hearted and easy to talk is just an illusion given to the outside world by ruthless people. This illusion deceives the world and also blinds themselves, when all the brocade of flowers becomes something that hinders their destiny.They will tear off the camouflage, reveal their true nature, cut them with knives, roast them with fire, and then continue to move forward on the remains of the ruins.

Cesar Andrio Zeppelin was such a man.

On the seventh day after the Cold War, Cesar Qibelin fled, and used the same means to retaliate to his junior brother.Caesar got sleeping pills from nowhere and made a show on the night of the fifth day.His acting skills are really vivid and wonderful. When Joseph took him to see the sunflower garden, his expression was moved, so they settled their differences and reconciled further.Then on the seventh night, Joseph drank the hot water brought to him by the Italian himself - there was a sleeping pill that this guy got from somewhere - this plan was not perfect, the only thing the man didn't count It was Joseph who was addicted to cola, and regarded the colorless and tasteless water as the enemy in life, and the few sips he could drink were also because he handed it over.This just causes serious deficiency of efficacy of medicine.

This time Shiratori was forcibly put on an iron chain by the furious young man.

They fought fiercely in the room, purely hand-to-hand combat, and the last rationality made him not use ripples on his senior brother.But Joseph still did something excessive, he raped Cesar Zeppelin.

Anger and sexual desire always have to be equated in certain meanings. The man is under him, being strangled by the throat, and the man is strangling his throat.I don't know when, this mutual blog has broken away from the category of small fights. The so-called affection is torn apart in this farce. They have red eyes, like enemies for many generations, trying everything to kill each other.The only tacit understanding is that neither of them used ripples, yes, they didn't use ripples, and Caesar couldn't use them, so what about you, Joseph Joestar, why don't you use them.Evil thoughts churned in his mind, rolling up waves of sound like a tsunami.

Because you can't bear it... you can't bear it, you can't bear it, you can't bear it! !

The young man's eyes were red and he roared meaninglessly, looking like a sad beast.

"Why? Why?!...Why did you throw me away!..." Joseph pulled the man up from the ground and pressed him hard against the wall. "...Since you are going to throw me away..." Those blue eyes were burning in the dimly lit room.

"...Anyway... I'm going to leave anyway, so don't say you love me..."

"Joe cough...cough...Jojo!?"

"I was wrong, Cesar. I did it wrong." With his head down, Joseph slowly stood up from the ground.In those pupils, the fuel is love, and the lead is hate.After burning for a long time, they turn into tears and flow down.

The young man raised his head and took out the last chain from behind.

"But I won't regret it."

He finally hugged this person again.

There are children playing outside the window, and their footsteps stepping on the dry turf make small and messy movements.It should be more than three children, but it has not reached the number of six.But none of this has anything to do with the two people in the house.Pinching the opponent's waist, desire kept coming in and out of the tunnel, hitting sensitive points hard every time.The man's eyes were distracted, and his upper body was almost folded into a half arc.He raised his neck, and there was a deep tooth sound on his Adam's apple, which was so red that it was almost bleeding.Caesar, Caesar.The sadistic guy was crying, grinding the liar's name countless times between his lips and teeth.At first, the man yelled at him for resisting, but later he tried to persuade him.He said.No, Jojo, that's not right.But in the end he couldn't even make a sound, like the kind of cheap prostitute in the corner alley, with red eyes and trembling after being fucked to orgasm.

Get married and have children.Joseph turned the man over, pinched Zeppelin's chin, and pressed the other's twitching belly, which was slightly curved by the push.Why do you think it's so beautiful?He put the thigh full of red marks and fingerprints on his shoulders, which was another deep top.The one you love is me, open your eyes and see, the one you love is me!

He gritted his teeth, and his bewildered rage and sexual desire fused into a monstrous monstrosity that clings to the soul and drives the body to speak terrible words.

look at you.Holding Xisa's chin, the young man was condescending.Does this body that has been fucked to orgasm want to hug a woman too?Don't you think you're mean, my little Caesar.Consciousness seemed to be split into two pieces.Half of driving the body, half of watching from the sidelines.It looked at the white bird curled up on the black bed, hugging its head in collapse and saying no, and then watched the collapsed man folded and sealed in his arms again by the mad self.Okay, I'm looking for a woman, I'm looking for a woman.The young man bent down and whispered in the man's ear.How about you be my lover, I will get married if you are my lover.

"No...no! Never...get out!..." As if some switch was turned on, the guy who was fucked to the point of collapse started to struggle again.Seeing Sisar's almost useless resistance, and watching the man's wrist being trapped and pressed back into the bed.The sober consciousness looked at the crazy eyes of the body, and suddenly panicked inexplicably.

He's crazy, or rather, Joseph Joestar is crazy.

Reaching orgasm in this tired body, Joseph blinked, only to find that the palm of his hand was water-stained and transparent.

It's so funny, he obviously... obviously doesn't even understand himself...