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twelvemonkeyswere · 2 years ago

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First-lines-of-fic Meme

I was tagged by @pretty-thief. Thank you so much for this, because it sent me looking back into some of my wips that I haven't been able to work on in a long time.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I don't have any finished fics so I'll do WIPs. I'm not tagging anyone for now but please if you see this, do share and tag me!!! I wanna see what everyone is working on.

1. beneath my palms

(The Locked Tomb, a crossover AU where lyctors and cavaliers function like users and standos from JoJo's Bizarre Adventures)

Harrow felt the Lyctor three days before she found her. Ianthe Tridentarius. At least, that’s what last she had called the young woman. These days she’d have more titles. Accomplishments, for the glory of the God Emperor. She was probably the Saint of something by now as well, but Harrow hadn’t known Naberius Tern long enough to make a guess as to the Saint of what. At first she attempted to avoid Ianthe, just as she had done for… months, perhaps? Harrow wasn’t sure. She simply hadn’t stopped moving. Hadn’t stayed for long on any planetoid, hadn’t used necromancy more than necessary, had preferred to bleed or hurt instead of healing herself. She had been careful to disguise her thalergy, and even more meticulous in hiding her thanergy. It was doomed to eventually fail, of course. Harrow wasn’t stupid. But it was alright. Harrow didn’t need forever. She just needed long enough. Gideon had taught her that.

2. It’s in the Blood

(ASOIAF, aka "Video Ja(i)mes", a post-canon AU fic where Jaime dies and is trapped in a video-game-esque loop of dying and spawning again, facing different foes that are all aspects of himself)

Jaime awoke with a gasp, shaking off the dirty water on his face. Armor creaked as he attempted to sit up. He groaned and surrendered to the mud, which caked his beard and part of his overgrown hair. No helm. He should have his helm.

3. Nothing but Truth

(ASOIAF, Jaime and Brienne but it's the Jane Austen Emma dynamic)

The wind carried the voice to Jaime Lannister long before he reached the mansion. “…sensical! Unbelievable!” Jaime frowned. It was a man’s voice. An unknown one, at that. But Brienne hadn’t mentioned-- A door slammed shut. Someone shouted instructions, and a carriage began moving on the gravel. As Jaime took a turn around some bushes, the carriage appeared on the main path, heading away at full speed. “…ever have I seen! The creature! I can’t even…!” the man kept saying from his carriage, heavens knew to who. Jaime stared blankly after it, wishing mercy on the poor coachman, until another voice came to him from the house. “… ienne! Come back this minute! Brieeeeneeeeeee!” Resuming his walk towards the main door, Jaime saw as a horse left the stables and galloped away into the hills.

4. mallfic (working title)

(ASOIAF, mod AU where Jaime has to chaperone Myrcella's playdate with Sansa at the mall. Since Myrcella has a crush on Sansa and wants to appear cool, she asks him to walk behind them 10 steps. shenanigans ensue.)

Jaime sat on the driver’s seat blowing out air. He checked the mirrors, adjusted his hair a little, and glanced at his wristwatch. 9:15 am. He turned to look at the back seat and grinned. “Ready?” Myrcella looked back at him with all the worry, shame, and determination an 11-year-old could muster. “Uncle,” she said, solemnly. “Before we go, there is something I need to ask you.”

5. Evenstar

(ASOIAF, post-canon AU where Brienne inherits the title of Evenstar halfway North to deliver Sansa. Consequences ensue.)

The news reached them at the inn. Pod trotted back from his incursion with a face twisted by worry, fighting the weight of the travel bag that he carried on his back. “S-ser,” he whispered in a hurry, arms overflowing with stale bread and game pie. “It’s m-my lady ser, ser.” Jaime frowned in alarm and looked over his shoulder. Somewhere in the woods they had left the ladies, waiting for their return. Pod shook his head, trembling. “It’s her l-lord father, ser. T-Tarth has fallen.”

6. blindly into the light

(ASOIAF, western AU where Brienne captures the gunslinger known as the Kingslayer but doesn't intend to get the reward, for reasons only she knows)

The sound of her gun cocking roused him up. “Easy,” she warned. The Kingslayer stayed on the floor, breathing heavily. The cave was dark enough she couldn’t see his expression, but she could read fear in his groggy silence. “Up,” she ordered. Clothes rustled as he obeyed, and Brienne almost smirked. She could feel his tension as he realized his weapons were gone. “Slowly,” she drawled, eyes and muzzle trained on his silhouette. He stood as tall as he was, hands above his head. She heard him swallow. “How did you find me?” His voice was deep and dry. Contained.

7. Honour & Gloury (working title)

(ASOIAF, mod AU where dragons are kept as expensive pets. as a big fan of a book series about dragons, Brienne has always wanted one since childhood, but she grapples with finding joy in the whimsy while facing the hardships of grief)

Brienne wanted a dragon. It was as true as the blue of her eyes, and the freckles of her nose. A desire so hers as mists belonged to Tarth.

8. hermione & jaime crack (working title)

(ASOIAF & Harry Potter, a post-canon Hermione Granger--the newfound owner of complex PTSD--manages to enter the worlds of books, encounters one Jaime Lannister one day, they bond over loss and being children of war)

Hermione Granger blinked fast, adjusting to the light. She had been on the Room of Requirements just a second ago, before-- “Stranger take me,” a rough voice said. “Where did you come from?” An unequivocally metallic sound filled the air, and Hermione saw the white sword gleaming in the bright morning. It had been nighttime just a moment ago. The man was dressed as a knight in full white armor, with a matching helm on his head and a white cape on his shoulders. Hermione held tightly to the book in her hand, and gasped, “What the fuck?”

9. King’s Landing High School Chivalry Club

(ASOIAF, crossover Mod AU with Ouran High School Host Club where Brienne needs to face the only thing worse than rich men: rich kids)

“No way,” Brienne whispered, dashing directly to the richly dressed wall where the sword hung. Her steps echoed as she approached, a testament to the size of the room, which was full of knicknacks till the eye could see, and yet it wasn’t full enough. She hesitated a moment in front of the sword, breathing softly as she deliberated, but resolved to take the risk. With careful, gentle hands, she unhung the painfully detailed golden scabbard, admiring the matching lion-shaped pommel. “It’s okay,” she muttered to herself as she gripped the handle to unsheathe it. “It can’t be an antique.” “Hey, that’s an antique!”

10. Cyborg AU (working title)

(ASOIAF, sci-fi AU. in a world where augmentations and cyborgs are seen as lesser because only truly wealthy people can keep up with unregulated bodies, Jaime Lannister is the only one who chose to become one to wage wars for his father and his sister, the heir of an interplanetary empire. Brienne is a doctor specialized on cyborgs, given to the Lannisters as a human resource from the Starks as part of a thin and delicate deal to try to keep the powers that be in balance long enough to retrieve the Stark children from danger.)

The door swiped open to reveal a seven-feet golden armoured mass. Even though Brienne knew he’d be coming, her breath caught. Jaime Lannister, Lord Commander of the Lannister Army, Lord Commander of the Queensguard, was a sight to behold. His full head helmet was still on, his golden suit dented and ashened, his blastproof white cloak soiled and burnt. And his arm--his arm. It was the stuff of legends. The Lord Commander dashed in, shouting. He stopped the first Silent Brother that walked his way, and by then every soldier on a bed, and every other Silent Sibling and Maester in the room, were eyeing each other. The golden helmet glanced around the medical facility, and when he spotted her he stomped her way. It wasn’t her area of expertise, but the exo-suit wasn’t supposed to make all that whirring, Brienne was sure. She straightened herself and hoped, once again, Lady Catelyn knew what she was doing.

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oingos-bitch · 4 years ago

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Hooters (Part 1)

Beware of spoilers! Specifically Part 5/Vento Aureo spoilers!

Risotto drove up to the Hooters side of the mall and parked his car in the handicapped spot.

'It's early in the morning, and we're only gonna take about 30 minutes to do the interview..'

Melone stepped out of the car as his Capo pondered the morality of the situation. He fluffed his hair, straightened his white blouse, made a few faces in the car's window, and with that decided he was ready. He asked Risotto if he was also ready to go, but the Capo seemed to be lost in a long chain of possible scenarios. What if his teammates found out? Would they belittle him? Would they feel guilty because of it? He would hate it to see the guilt on their faces. Or worse yet, what if the Boss had found out? What if his snitch of an underling Doppio found out and ratted on him? He'd have his head on the Boss's wall for sure, another example of what not to do and a symbol of endless shame to La Squadra di Esecuzione. God, that was an even worse thought than the first one.

He breathed in, 'Fuck it,' and jumped out of the car on his exhale, startling Melone.

"Jesus fuck! Oh, sorry, Capo."

"It's fine."

And with that, they strode gallantly across the parking lot to their (hopefully) new place of business. Who cared if the Boss wanted their heads on a platter, anyway?

'Remember, be confident.'

Risotto misjudged his strength and ended up slamming the door into the side of the wall. He also misjudged the volume of his voice, accidentally shouting.

"HELLO! I AM RISOTTO NERO, I CALLED ABOUT THE JOB A FEW DAYS AGO. THANK YOU FOR INVITING ME TODAY."

At first, the two Joestars jumped in terror, but after hearing the occasional voicecracks in his speech, they giggled politely and invited him to sit down. Risotto's eyes widened in embarrassment and he quietly sat down. Melone followed suit.

"So, Mr. Nero and Mister...?" Jonathan quizzically looked at Melone, who smiled.

'Just Melone is fine, sir."

"Okay, Mr. Melone! Um, shall we get started with the interview?"

He looked over to his brother, who was unabashedly staring up at the giant in front of him. Even when sitting, he still towered over the Joestars. Even though he was thinking the same as Dio, Jonathan was much more discreet in his musings, meaning that he decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

'I didn't think anyone could get any bigger than the Joestars.'

"SO," JoJo declared rather loudly, snapping Dio out of his trance, "Why would you like to work for our mall, gentlemen?"

"Well, our Boss decided to cut some of our pay during these last few months, and since we cannot really afford much of our necessities we decided to get a second job to compensate for our lack of pay." Risotto admitted. Melone nodded in agreement.

That seemed good enough for Jonathan.

"Okay! Next question-"

"Wait." Hissed Dio, "Why do you want to work for US specifically?" His brother sighed.

'Can't Dio go through one day without flattery?'

Melone quickly stepped in, "Because you two gentlemen sounded quite respectful and professional over the phone, and from my experience, that's one of the signs of a great boss, and an extraordinary businessman! And how could we not take the opportunity to work with such amazing managers?"

Risotto smirked. 'Thank God he's so good at kissing ass.'

Dio seemed satisfied with that answer, though he wasn't letting him off of the hook just yet. Jonathan anxiously continued, "Oh, why thank you! Now, shall we move on-"

"Tell me, Mr. Melone, is kissing arse one of your listed skills?" He sneered.

"DIO!"

"Because it should be. You're smart, unlike this twit here," he pointed to his brother. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Melone sheepishly smiled at him, regaining his composure. At least the worst was over.

"May I speak now?" Jonathan looked over at Dio.

"You may."

"Right...So, I just have one more question for you two!"

"JoJo, don't make it that easy-"

"Quiet! They seem like wonderful young men, I'm sure they'll be great! Now, last question...What are your schedules? So that we may plan accordingly!"

Dio groaned loudly, his brother was making this way too easy for them. But whatever, they needed employees, and if they stepped out of line they could always fire them without remorse. Well, he could. Jonathan, he wasn't so sure he was capable of that.

"Great! We'll meet you here on March thirteenth! That's the grand opening of the mall, so we might need you here a bit earlier. Is that okay?"

"Yes, that works perfectly. Thank you so much for this opportunity, sirs," said Risotto.

"Thank you so much for your time! Enjoy the rest of your day, sirs!" Melone added.

"Likewise, Mr. Melone! Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?"

"May I ask of you two to not park in the handicapped spots? I know they may seem unimportant, but they are there in case someone needs them," Jonathan shyly requested.

"Ah, yes, of course. I'm very sorry," Risotto apologized, face flushing slightly.

"Thank you. Alright, have a good day now, gentlemen!"

Jonathan waved as they walked out the door. Dio sat silently, his eyes never leaving Risotto.

"Dio, why were you staring at Mr. Nero?" Jonathan asked once they were out of earshot.

He leaned towards the brunette, almost as if telling him a secret.

"Don't you think it's rather uncomfortable for him to be carrying that monster around in his pants all day?" Dio licked his lips.

".....DIO-"

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Risotto sneezed. He could swear that there was someone talking about him.

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Diavolo grimaced as yet another bill was presented to him. He was a powerful stand user, yes, and an equally powerful mafioso, yet not even he was safe from the inevitability of paying bills. It further depressed him knowing that his goons out there weren't bringing in enough money as they used to, and what made it worse was the prediction that most of the population would soon stop buying altogether, courtesy of those damned school seminars.

'Goddamnit..'

He punched a hole in the wall, allowing him to cool off before thinking of a Plan B. He could always take up a second job, but as what? He certainly couldn't join a workforce that required background checks, he couldn't start a puppet company because the officials would eventually find out during inspections, so needless to say, his options were slim to none.

"Goddamnit.." He growled. Swiveling around in his chair, he peered outside the window out at the street. Nothing seemed to be unusual, just the same boring street lights and payphones.

'Yes, that's it. Just focus on something else for a bit.'

He then noticed that there was a building painted differently than the others, 'Red's a nice colour.' And the streetlight to his right had a chunk taken out of it, 'I wonder how that happened.' And just below that missing chunk was a pale yellow paper advertising a new mall -- wait, a new mall? He pressed his face against the window to get a closer look.

"Joestar Bros. Mall. Help wanted. Call 927..."

He couldn't make out the rest of the paper, the characters were too low for him to see. There was no other choice, he had to get out of the house. Reluctantly, he trudged out of the door and into the street, hastily snatching the paper and stuffing it into his pocket. Once inside the confines of his office again, he scanned the advertisement.

"Call 927-867-5309..."

He punched the wall again, there's no other option right now! He HAS to do this, who knows when he'll get another chance? And besides, he can always just get rid of the owners if they start getting too nosy. But what if they're notable people?

"FUCK!" He screamed, kicking his chair across the room. He heaved heavily, trying in vain to calm down.

'Don't worry, no one's gonna know who you are, you'll be fine...'

That seemed to work, for the time being. After staring vacantly at the ceiling for approximately half an hour, he worked up the nerve to dial the aforementioned number. He hoped he didn't sound too nervous.

"Hello, I'd like a job.."

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March thirteenth, he didn't want to be late! Diavolo pulled his pink hair through his hair tie, walking briskly to the mall, Thank god, he got there at 7:51 A.M., 'I have a few minutes to spare.'

All of his anxiety seemed to dissipate once he stepped into the air-conditioned restaurant. Everything seemed to be great so far, he just had to lay low for a bit and serve some food to some people, pose for a few pictures, and occasionally clean up the place. How much easier could it get?

Melone heard the telltale ring of the doorbell and went to greet the newcomer. 'I hope they're cute.~' He rounded the corner and theatrically gasped at the sight.

Diavolo turned to his right, his face soon contorted in terror.

".....Boss?"

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everyonesonthespectrum · 5 years ago

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30 days of Autism Acceptance: Day 3!

April 3: Talk about special interests. Do you have any? What are they? How long have you had them? What does it feel like to have special interests? What does having special interests mean to you? Talk about your past special interests

HOO BOY! Ok, I��ll try not to go on too long about my special interests, but I have a lot to say about them! Also, some of my special interests are in this weird grey area of “are they a SpIn or a hyperfixation?”, so I’ll cover those as well, and make it noted when that’s the case for one. Also, this will be VERY LONG, so I’ll put it under a cut.

SpIn #1 - Pokemon

Pokemon has been my main special interest since I was 9, I believe! Black was my first game that I got for my birthday, and I was super happy to get it since all of my friends at the time would talk about it! I’ve gotten (almost?) every major release since then, thought I usually only get one out of the two versions.

The Pokemon games that I have are *inhales*: Black, Black 2, HeartGold (got a few years after it came out), X (I have the limited edition 3DS), Alpha Sapphire, Moon (first completed Pokedex!), Ultra Moon (haven’t beat and probably never will), Let’s Go, Eevee!, Sword (still trying to beat), Conquest, Art Academy, PMD: Gates to Infinity, Picross, Rumble World, Battle Trozei, Pokemon Quest, Pokemon Playhouse (for when I’m regressed), Poke Park 1 & 2, My Pokemon Ranch, and Battle Revolution!

I also used to play the TCG competitively, and in my first competition, I placed 9th in my division! I stopped playing about a year after that though because the cards I used in my strategy when I would practice with my Dad were too old to be viable.

I have a growing stuffie and merch collection as well! I have a lot of Unova stuffies, and a print of the Unova map that I got at a ren faire when I was younger (it currently hangs above my dresser)! My two favorite stuffies at this time are Baby my Eevee Build-A-Bear (named after my Eevee in Let’s Go, Eevee!), and Lily my Wooloo! I have a couple of Pokemon sketch cards that friends of my Dad’s drew, and some prints and figure-y things I’ve gotten in Artist Alleys over the years!

I also own a couple of different Pokemon books (not the manga, though), and 2 of the movies, along with the OSTs for B/W, X/Y, and ORAS! I don’t have much as far as clothing goes though, except for my “Gotta Catch ‘Em All” scarf and a Pikachu hat I got at an old anime store at the mall that has since closed. That’s probably all I can remember right now!

SpIn #2 - Steam Powered Giraffe

SPG has been a special interest for about 4 years now? Anyway, they’re my #1 favorite band and have literally saved my life. Watching Bunny Bennett’s (who plays Rabbit) vlogs about her transition, along with listening to the song Transform that she wrote (waaay before they just made it a single) really helped me accept myself and come out.

They also came at a time where I was struggling emotionally a lot, and I remember being stuck in the ER hooked up to an IV, and my mom played some of their albums for me to keep me calm and grounded. More recently, I saw them perform at Anime Midwest last year, and when they performed Transform (which neither me or my friends expected), we were all hugging each other and crying tears of joy (my friends are trans as well, and have also been touched by Bunny’s vlogs).

Their songs (not including the sad ones) make me really happy as well, and Make Believe makes me stim a lot in particular! I also got to sing Honeybee as part of a voice coaching summer camp I took last year, and it felt really good to do it! I really recommend listening to them, especially if you like steampunk and/or you’re looking for trans artists to support!

SpIn #3 - Little Shop of Horrors

So this is more of a fairly recent one, compared to the first two. This special interest mostly applies to the 1986 movie, but I’ve seen the stage musical as well! The music, the cast, the plot, it’s all *chef’s kiss*. But for real though, my two favorite things about the movie are the practical effects and the endings.

With the CGI fresh hell we got with CATS, you may thing, “wow, special effects were so much better back then”. Except here’s the thing, they were practical effects. Audrey II is (I believe) entirely puppetry, not CGI. The same applies for the musical as well! It really culminated at the end of the film during “Mean Green Mother from Outer Space”, when Audrey II is at it’s biggest and most elaborate. Speaking of that scene, I much prefer the director’s cut over the theatrical cut. I know that the happy ending is much better for Audrey and Seymour, but “Don’t Feed The Plants” is an absolute banger, and I get a good cry out of it too.

I heard they might be making a remake of the movie, which I’m hesitant about, again, seeing how CATS turned out. We can only hope that they listen to the fans, and make the right decisions when it comes to making it.

SpIn #4 - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Ok, so this is one of those aformentioned “is it a SpIn or a hyperfixation” moments. I’ve been hyperfixated on JJBA for the past 6 months and I’m physically unable to shut up about it XD

I’m about to start watching part 4 of the anime, I just need to set aside time to do it. I watched it a tad out of order, my ex told me to skip part 1 and watch a synopsis of it, so I started with part 2 (I’m a huge part 2 stan btw), got to part 3, was confused by everything going on with DIO, so I went back, watched part 1, and then resumed part 3.

As I mentioned, I’m a huge part 2 stan, so I currently have several part 2 character cosplays in the works. This includes (but isn’t limited to) Caesar, Suzi Q, Playboy Bunny Caesar (inspired by a piece of art that @tinypalettes drew), Tequila Joseph (but like,, actually decent drag), and Cleric Suzi Q from the JJBA D&D session me and my friends are having. I also want to do a drag/latex DIO look, along with maid DIO inspired by an old JUMP cover and a fanfic I read the other day.

I get a little nervous about doing/going to JJBA events at conventions because I’m worried about running into my ex, but knowing that I have supportive people with me helps a lot.

SpIn #5 - Homestuck/Hiveswap

So this is another one of those “SpIn or hyperfixation” moments as well. I’ve been into Homestuck since late 2016, but I’ve never been super involved in the fandom. Like, yes, I have a moirail and I’ve been in and hosted panels at conventions, but I’ve encountered some toxic people in it, so I try to distance myself.

I will say, however, that Homestucks are loyal to their fandom, and will buy merch if they like it. When I say that, yes, I mean myself, but it’s mostly about my Etsy customers. If you look at my sales history, the majority of it is quadrant necklaces, almost always the moirail ones. I get some orders for horns and pillows too, but not as often as the necklaces. When it comes to exhibiting at conventions, it depends. I normally don’t put Homestuck stuff out on the table because it’s such a niche, but when I do, people will usually buy a lot at once. For example, at Wizard World Madison in 2018, one guy bought $50-60 worth of Homestuck sprites from me. That weekend was the best I’ve ever done, and I haven’t come close since. My Etsy store started out as just me making Homestuck sprites for me and my friends too, so I’m glad that I was able to expand and give others what I like as well.

I’m also involved in a Hiveswap YouTube musical, and I’ve made a lot of good friends through it! We’re on hiatus right now, but we should be starting up again soon! I also have a lot of Homestuck cosplays! I’ve done Karkat, John, Jade, Nepeta, Trickster Nepeta, Karkat Peixes (a bloodswap), and I have a lot more that I want to do!

SpIn #6 - Danganronpa

So Danganronpa is (probably) one of those last “SpIn or hyperfixation” things. I’ve been into Danganronpa since 2018 (I think?), and DR:AE is my favorite (mostly because I’m a Kotoko and Toko kinnie oof-)!

Right now, my only Danganronpa cosplay is Toko/Syo, but I’m working on a couple of j-fashion (particularly menhera and fairy kei) inspired looks to do with my moirail (who was the one who got me into j-fashion), and just some Amazon/eBay cosplays as well! I’m also working on a Future Foundation Toko cosplay to do with my moirail so we can do Tokomaru together (though most of it is thrifting and clothes I already have)!

I own DR1, SDR2, and DR:AE on my computer, but I don’t play them much. The second trial in DR1 gives me panic attacks because of the whole breaking of trust thing (I’ve heard the audios and I just,,, break down), I haven’t touched SDR2 yet, and I’m sucky at the controls for DR:AE. However, I’ve watched the anime and I’ve seen let’s plays, so I have a feel for what’s going on, though I may not remember it all correctly since I haven’t watched them in a while.

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So that’s most (if not all) of my special interests! I probably forgot some, but it’s getting late and I need to pack for my Mom’s and go to bed. I hope you all have a good night!

#30daysofautismacceptance #2020 #autism #autistic #actually autistic #autistic characters #autistic character of the day

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dolphin-enthusiast · 5 years ago

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Yoshikage Kira x Artist!Reader

A/N: Hello yes it is finally here my first ever Jojo fanfic and it’s about this nasty fucker fsksfjs enjoy!!

Based off of this ask

Warnings: major character death and Kira. He’s a warning himself.

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You leaned back in your small chair, admiring your work from another distance. You tilted your head and shifted in your seat, trying to look at your sculpture from a different perspective. Extending the hand that was gripping the chisel tightly, you started taking various measurements. After finally being satisfied you nodded to yourself and went back to your work. All of your life you had been fascinated by sculptures and the world of art. You used to watch lots of documentaries as a child and you would often attempt carving little pieces of wood with a small knife. Your mother would be worried that you might end up hurting yourself, but little you just knew how to handle that knife the way it should be handled. One could say that you had a talent even, but that was far from the truth. In fact you just watched way too many documentaries and copied the ways in which the artists would move their tools. Seeing how passionate you were, at the age of nine your father bought you your first sculpting kit, as well as plenty of clay. Not many children are lucky enough to know exactly what they want to become, but you already had your plans. This is why you attended art school after you finished highschool and specialized yourself in sculpting. Now you were a successful artist, your work being recognized by many critics.

You continue working on your sculpture that resembled a lady with her palms open in front of her, a flower growing out of them. You always put accent on hands whenever you created another sculpture, the majority of your creations even being about them. You weren’t sure why, but you had always found hands enticing. There were so many shapes and sizes of them and you loved their movement and how gracious they can be. Honestly, you just loved human anatomy in general, often sketching various body parts in many positions in your spare time.

Funnily enough, you weren’t fond of your own hands at all. You always thought they looked weird and unappealing, crooked even. You did cherish them for always helping you carry out your artistic work, but that was really it. This is the reason why you almost always wore gloves, even when you weren’t out. You just couldn’t bear seeing your bare hands for too long, that annoying shape of theirs bugging you to no extent. This was a problem that you had since you were little and no words of encouragement or comfort from anyone soothed you, not even from your own parents.

Time passed as you kept working, hours flying by as if they were mere minutes. You decided that it was enough work for today after noticing that the sun was beginning to set. You got up and stretched your tired limbs and started walking towards the bathroom, desperately in need for a refreshing shower. You have to go to bed early tonight because tomorrow you are supposed to leave for Morioh, the location in which your next fan meeting will be held. You weren’t that much of a celebrity yet you still had your fair share of fame, hence why you had plenty of people attend those fan meetings. Your earlier work which consisted of sketches also gained you a fanbase. Speaking of people, one man stood out to you. He would often show up at your art exhibitions and thoroughly admire your hand sculptures. He had a rather strange aura around him and would often be immersed into the details of your works, his blonde locks falling in front of his eyes as he leaned closer to your pieces and scanned them. The man was awfully formal at all times as well. You’re pretty sure everytime you spotted him he would always be wearing a suit. You quickly dismissed your thoughts as you exited your bathroom and got into bed. You shifted a good while after you finally fell asleep, the expectation for tomorrow being too much.

The next day you took the plane early in the morning and by 12 pm you were already in Morioh. The hotel you were staying at was very nice and welcoming. You dropped all of your things in your room and already began getting ready for the first fan event. You were supposed to be staying here for three days, all because you just loved exploring new places and getting accustomed to the culture and people. You even heard there was a popular artist living here.

Almost one hour later you exit your hotel room and in no time you’re hurriedly walking down the lively street heading towards the location of your fan meeting. On your way you passed by many people but three certain individuals caught your attention. You were halfway there when you crossed paths with a group of teens. Two of them looked like actual delinquents, one boy even sporting a neatly styled pompadour. You thought they looked pretty neat honestly. However, the shortest boy in the group was the only one that recognized you and the reason why you initially came face to face with the gang. He seemed down to earth and nice, all shy as he asked you for an autograph. You could hear him excitedly tell his friends about you after they asked him as you parted ways with them, a small smile on your lips. Your smile only grew more when you heard one of them loudly say “Great! Now we officially met a celebrity!”

You finally reached your destination, a mall downtown. You managed to pass by unnoticed by the crowd that was already beginning to form in the small area that you had reserved. Rushing to your seat, you quickly grabbed a pen and noticed people already turning their attention to you. The staff had just arrived as the queue was already forming. Once they checked everything, they announced that the fan meeting may start.

Person after person went up in front of your table and talked to you. They praised your skills, they talked about how you inspired them. It was really overwhelming at some point when you had so many people confessing to you that your work helped them or inspired them, it almost made you feel special in a way. But you are a modest and humble person, so you know better than that.

As you were glancing around you suddenly make out a familiar face. At first you thought you were having visions, but turns out that wasn’t the case. You were in fact looking at the same blonde haired man that frequented your art exhibitions. And he seemed to notice that you were looking at him too because his eyes were fixed on you. You suddenly felt uneasy with the way he was watching you. It didn’t help at all that you couldn’t read his expression. You could feel the anxiety kicking in as you realized that there were three more people before it would be his turn to speak to you. You tried acting as normal as possible with them, trying to hide the fact that you were hella uneasy all of a sudden.

In no time the man was already in front of you and you were now forced to make eye contact with him. His gaze was piercing, icy blue orbs staring dead into your own ones. As always he was dressed sharply in a purple suit with a tie that had a rather intricate design, his hair loosely combed back with a few strands sticking out in the front. You’d say that he was pretty handsome if it weren’t for the fact that he was creeping the hell out of you and you couldn’t figure out exactly why.

“My name is Yoshikage Kira.” He suddenly spoke, the faintest of smiles appearing on his lips. You try to force a smile of your own. “I am a big fan of your work, as you can tell from the fact that I have been to each and every one of your art exhibitions. I’m pretty sure we’ve seen eachother before exactly because of that.” He continues as you take in his mini speech. So he did in fact show up everytime you would present the public with new creations. Maybe he was indeed just that big of a fan as he himself said.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kira. I’m thoroughly glad that you enjoy my work so much that you took the time and effort to show up at all of my art exhibitions.” You reply politely, being careful to choose your words wisely. The guy looked formal so you didn’t want to seem unpolite. Wait, why did you even care so much? You weren’t at a job interview.

He slowly nodded and extended his hand towards you, small smile still present on his lips. “Please, call me Yoshikage” He humbly said as you reached over the table and grasped his hand. As you shook hands with him you noticed his eyes flick downwards at your own hand. Even if it was for a mere second you did not fail to notice him eyeing your glove. There was certainly something off about this man and you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“I really meant everything I said. I love your work. Your hand sculptures are simply stunning. The way in which every detail is chiseled in and how attentive you are when it comes to sculpting the nails and fingers. I have to admit, I tried buying as many as I could.” He trailed off with admiration. You would be blushing right now if it weren’t for the fact that he was giving you stranger danger vibes.

You thanked him nicely for his kind words as you retracted your hand. Even if you still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off you still continued to talk to him. You didn’t even notice how much time passed until you looked behind him and saw the crowd getting rather impatient. Seems like the guy had some kind of a talent for immersing people into discussion to the point where you lose track of time. Kira seemed to notice this too since he turned around slightly and noticed the others staring rather angrily at him, to which he slightly scowled.

He turned back to you and started digging in his jacket’s inner pockets then pulled out a small piece of paper. “I’m terribly sorry for taking so much of your time. Before I go, would you please give me an autograph? I know it sounds silly, but I can’t let this opportunity pass.” He said with a grin while sliding the tiny paper in front of you, hope present in his eyes. You were slightly taken aback but scribbled your signature on the paper nonetheless. The moment you raised your pen he immediately snatched the paper and thanked you then finally left, but not before giving you one last glare over his shoulder. Well, that was truly a ride. Just as you were about to greet the next person you noticed another tiny piece of paper in front of you. Didn’t he already take it with him?

You hesitantly pick up the piece of paper and your worst fears come true. There was a phone number written on it. Quickly shoving the paper in your pocket, you decided that you’d deal with this later and just carry on with the fan meeting for now. You still had some people left to talk to and you didn’t want to make a bad impression.

After the fan meeting was finally over you immediately grabbed all of your stuff and rushed back to your hotel room. You plopped down onto your bed, realization finally downing upon you as you pulled out the crumbled paper from your pocket and unfolded it. Alright so you now officially have a strange guy indirectly asking you out in a rather unorthodox way. Ok cool that’s totally fine. To top it off he was also a fiery fan of your work. He did seem strange, almost intimidating in a way, but he didn’t say anything creepy or harmful towards you. Could it be your anxiety acting up again? Hell if you know. If you were being honest with yourself, he kinda intrigued you. Maybe it was his mysterious aura or the way in which he spoke all smooth and collected. Nonetheless, the fact that he literally left his phone number to you like that was a bit too straightforward, even weird.

You thought it over and decided that you’d call him tomorrow just to ask him whatever the hell was all of this. If anything, your curiosity always got you into trouble since you were little. They say curiosity killed the cat but you just couldn’t physically stop yourself to investigate further anytime something peculiar happened.

You sighed in exhaustion while covering your face with your hands. You were beyond exhausted and couldn’t properly focus on anything. Shifting on your side you reached towards your bedside lamp and turned it off letting darkness take over the room. You closed your eyes and drifted off, finally getting the rest you needed so badly.

The next morning you woke up slightly more refreshed. After taking a shower and picking out a nice outfit you were ready to come down for breakfast when something caught your attention. The piece of paper with Kira’s number was still sitting contently on the bed since last night. You frowned while picking it up and began thinking once again if calling him was really a good idea. Fuck it. You were going to call him. You knew it would just keep nagging you in the back of your head if you wouldn’t do it. You shakily grabbed your phone and started entering the number. Adrenaline shot through your veins as you waited for him to pick up-

“Yoshikage Kira speaking.” You almost had a heart attack when he finally answered, not expecting to hear his voice like that. His voice sounded husky and much more deeper than what you heard yesterday. Shit, did you wake him up? You instantly regretted not checking the time before calling, noticing that it’s 7:45 am.

“H-Hello it’s me from yesterday. You know, you showed up at the fanmeeting and we talked quite a lot and uhh…you left your phone number on the table. I’m guessing that this was intentional, right?” Your throat was dry as you spoke. You had no idea why you were so nervous out of a sudden.

“Oh, indeed. I did leave my number for you. I’m glad you called. I honestly expected you to not do it, but turns out I was wrong.” He spoke calmly. He was completely unfazed. How did this man manage to be so detached all the time you had no idea.

You ended up making small talk with him and at some point he did the unpredictable. He asked if you wanted to meet up for coffee later and you found yourself agreeing. Why? You had no idea yourself. All you knew is that there was something going on with this guy and you were an overly curious person. So there you were, walking down the streets of Morioh, the sun shining bright as you made your way towards the café. When you arrived he was already there, sitting cross legged in his chair as he sipped some coffee from a small cup at a table outside. He was dressed sharply as always. You had to admit, the guy was pretty attractive.

He spots you almost instantly and motions for you to join him at the table as you both give your good mornings. He hands you a menu with a small smile and you thank him politely.

“I’m really happy that you showed up. I was rather blunt with my approach yet you still decided to meet up with me.” He spoke up as he fixed you with his gaze. You would be lying if you’d say his sapphire colored eyes weren’t gorgeous.

“Well I had no plans for today and thought it would be interesting to meet new people.” You shrugged as you scanned the menu with your eyes. Internally you were still nervous but you tried to keep your cool. He nodded at your words, silently agreeing as he sipped his coffee. The waiter soon arrived and took your order, temporarily interrupting your conversation with him. You two ended up talking about many and you found out that he was surprisingly nice to speak to once you met him. Maybe it was indeed just your anxiety acting up yesterday. You noticed that he was very sharp minded and well mannered as well as rather reserved, but all in all he seemed like an interesting person. You found out that he was a salesman and was 33 years old. Not bad.

As you went on about how you created one of your sculptures, you couldn’t help but notice him flicking his eyes down to your hands that were on the table and back to your face from time to time. This was it again, the strangest habit that he had. You started feeling slightly uneasy again, so you found yourself speaking up.

“Hey Yoshikage, can I ask you something?” You ask as you feel the anxiety bubble up again in your gut. He nodded and silently urged you to go on. “Why do you keep staring at my hands sometimes? Is there something wrong with them?”

Silence. For a second you thought that he died. He was completely motionless until you saw his eyes flick towards your face again since he has been staring at the table for a good minute.

“It’s…nothing. Just that I wonder why do you always wear those gloves, even on this warm weather.” He quietly said. He looked like he was holding himself back from saying something more.

“Oh…well I never really liked my hands. Sure, without them I wouldn’t be able to do art which would be awful, but I was never fond of them. I don’t know, I just don’t like the way in which they are shaped.” You tried to explain yourself as you fidgeted with your gloves. You looked up at his face and saw him open his mouth again.

“May I…see them?” He said in a whisper. “I don’t believe they are nearly as bad as you say they are.”

You hesitated but complied and slowly took off your gloves. You have no idea why you agreed to this. Upon seeing your bare hands Kira almost let out a gasp. He gingerly took your right hand in his and examined it closely. You thought you would faint right in that moment.

“I don’t…I don’t understand. How could you hide those beautiful soft hands?” He almost sounded offended. He traced his thumb on the back of your hands feeling every knuckle. “I said it many times and I’m gonna say it again. I thoroughly adore your art. But my dear, no art could ever compare to your hands. They are the most beautiful I have ever seen.” He whispered with adoration in his eyes, not once looking away from your hand. At this point your entire face was hot red and you had difficulties breathing. Was he serious? You were certainly having a breakdown. He suddenly flicked his ice cool eyes up and slightly smirked upon seeing your flushed face. Damn him.

“T-Thank you, Yoshikage. God…I don’t even know what to say. All my life I hid them and disliked them and having someone say this to me for the first time feels overwhelming. But thank you, really.” You found yourself speaking while trying not to stutter too much. He merely just clicked his tongue and suddenly planted a chaste kiss upon the back of your hand. It took all of your power to not pull your hand away in that moment and go limp. You could see his eyes crinkle with amusement at your reaction as he finally released your hand.

It took you a good while to recover after that. As you finally regained composure, you two went on about various subjects and once again time flew by. At some point he excused himself and said that he had to go, but not before confessing that he would like to see you again sometime. He just had to meet up with you again for you had awakened something in him. Something that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Sure it would still make it’s presence felt from time to time, but he would manage to push it down and ignore it. But now it was stronger than ever. And he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. But he would try to. For you and you only.

The next day you two met up again and you noticed that he was acting off. He seemed distracted and would space out often, which you found to be extremely weird. Not to mention that he tried so hard not to stare at your hands too much. And of course that you noticed that too. You two were walking side by side in the park and you stopped and took a seat on a bench. He looked reluctant to join you at first, but took a seat next to you in the end.

“Yoshikage, are you ok? You haven’t been acting like yourself today.” You blurt out, your voice laced with concern. Just that mere hint of concern in your voice made his stomach clench. The fact that you were so pure and were actually worried for him almost made him snap. Almost.

He swallowed hard. “I’m fine. It’s nothing really.” He internally cursed himself for being unable to come up with a better excuse.

“You don’t seem that fine…” You quietly replied and he visibly tensed at your words. “Nonetheless, I just wanted you to know that I will be leaving soon. I have more locations to travel to and more fan meetings to do.” You said sadly. You didn’t want to leave him but you had no choice.

He didn’t answer you. You didn’t dare to look in his direction since you were certain he would be saddened by your sudden news. Suddenly you feel a tight grip on your jaw and found your head being turned to the side. Wasting no time, Kira smashed his lips against yours roughly. You were in shock and didn’t react at first but soon found yourself kissing back, wrapping your arms around his neck. It went on for what seemed like forever until you pulled back while gasping for air. You looked at him and he was panting, his hair messier than before.

“I just…..wanted to do this before you’d leave and I’d never see you again.” He breathlessly said while looking you in the eyes intensely.

“What do you mean you will never see me again? We can keep in touch and I’ll definitely come back soon.” You were utterly confused. He didn’t give you an answer as he looked at his watch.

“I have to go. I apologize for leaving you hanging again but I have matters to attend to.” He got up, kissed your hand again and walked away. The simple gesture still made you blush nonetheless.

As you walked back to your hotel you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. Yet you spotted no one regardless of how many times you turned around. It felt like some unseen spirit was following you around the entire time.

Finally you reach your destination and enter the hotel. You don’t see anything odd as you walk through the lobby then into the elevator. You get out the elevator once it reaches the floor in which your room was located and start walking down the hall. Suddenly, you see a shadow at the end of it and stop dead in your tracks. It disappeared just as fast as it appeared. You turn your walk into a jog and finally reach your door and unlock it hurriedly. Just as you grasp the doorknob you hear a familiar voice, making you freeze on the spot.

“Killer Queen had already touched that doorknob.”

It was him. What was he doing here? Did he follow you on your way back? Your mind raced with erratic thoughts as a sharp click was the last thing you heard.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #diamond is unbreakable #kira yoshikage #jojo x reader #damn this got long

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ao3feed-caejose · 5 years ago

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic (TM)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36WIVza

by 0ingos_8itch

Just another normal JoJo Mall Fanfic™. Nothing really to see here, nope. Just a totally normal mall fanfic. Let's just pretend they all live near enough to each other to be able to work at the same mall.

please don't copyright strike me for using store names

Words: 6193, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: all JoBros and JoJos, villains too - Character

Relationships: Hermes Costello/Kujo Jolyne, Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Johnny Joestar/Gyro Zeppeli, Erina Pendleton Joestar/Jonathan Joestar, Giorno Giovanna/Guido Mista, Leone Abbacchio/Bruno Buccellati, Giorno Giovanna & Trish Una, Narancia Ghirga & Trish Una, Risotto Nero/Prosciutto, Ghiaccio/Melone (JoJo), Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable)/Nijimura Okuyasu, Higashikata Josuke (JoJolion)/Hirose Yasuho, Hirose Koichi/Yamagishi Yukako, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli, Joseph Joestar/Suzie Quatro, Mariah/N'doul, Anne/Boingo (JoJo)

Additional Tags: a mess of ships, Everyday Life, Stands exist, hints at an au?, everyone got a second chance, too many characters to list - Freeform, retail life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36WIVza

#caejose #josecae #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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ao3feed-giomis · 5 years ago

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by 0ingos_8itch

please don't copyright strike me for using store names

Words: 3645, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: all JoBros and JoJos, villains too - Character

Additional Tags: a mess of ships, Everyday Life, Stands exist, hints at an au?, everyone got a second chance, too many characters to list - Freeform, retail life

#giorno x mista #giomis #ao3feed #fanfic

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oingos-bitch · 4 years ago

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Welcome to Bath & Body Works (Part 1)

Beware of Part 5 & Part 2 spoilers!

This couldn't get any more awkward.

Half an hour into the mall's grand opening and there hadn't been a single soul that so much as wandered into the shop by accident; from the way that Mr. Jonathan had described it, they had anticipated a flood of people. Yet here they all were, each subconsciously claiming a corner to stand in, hoping that at least someone, anyone would care to break the heavy silence. Ten more minutes passed and their prayers still had yet to be answered.

Caesar got to work wiping an imaginary stain on the counter, Lisa Lisa soon jumping on the bandwagon and dusting the displays, Trish and Giorno mindlessly arranging the candles by scent, then by colour. They were two hours into the day when they finally heard a pair of heels clicking across the floor and through the door. Everyone's head whipped around to greet the customer.

"Welcome to Bath and Body Works! How may I help you?"

Suzi Q. staggered backwards. "Wow, I didn't expect such a warm welcome! Thank you!"

Lisa Lisa groaned inwardly at the sight of her. Trish walked towards her. "So, what may we help you with today, ma'am?"

Lisa Lisa looked away so as not to witness her crew's reactions to her reply.

"Oh, I'm not a customer, I'm gonna be working with you guys!"

Trish's jaw dropped. "S-So you're not a customer?" She repeated.

"Afraid not, dear. I'm sorry for arriving so late, I got lost on the way! I hope there wasn't too much trouble while I was gone!"

Caesar was the first to laugh. Trish was the first to sob.

'You have no idea.'

Suzi just knelt down to comfort Trish when Lisa told her to ignore it and get ready; while the former maid was busying herself with putting on her smock, they once again noticed the sound of shoes.

"Let me guess, you're supposed to work here?" Caesar grumbled.

"Uhhh....No?"

He snapped his head up at breakneck speed to see a bewildered lady clutching a few handbags. He couldn't believe his eyes. They had a customer? They had a customer! After two painstakingly long and boring hours, they finally had a customer! He had to choke back a relieved chortle, forming his leftover grin into a kind smile.

"Ah, excuse me miss, I did not mean to say that. Now, what may I help you with today, signorina?"

Confusion gone, the lady lifted a scrap of paper up to his face.

"Uh, Miss? What may we help you with?"

"Well, you can read, can't ya? I have a coupon for 30% off o' Boardwalk Taffy Fine Fragrance Mist, an' I want exactly three o' those."

"..."

"Hel-loooo?~ Is anyone home? Get me my Boardwalk Taffy Fine Fragrance Mist."

Great. The first customer of the day just had to be one of these, God couldn't let them have a break for just one second, could he? Not even after..

Caesar froze. He didn't want to think about that anymore. This was supposed to be a new chance at life, not more torment --

He straightened up, plastered a saccharine smile onto his face, and gingerly took the coupon from the woman's hand.

"Of course, sorry about that, Ma'am. I'll go get that for you right away, feel free to shop arou-"

"Ya don't have to tell me twice." Her shoulder pushed past him as she made her way to the discounted soaps.

Poor Caesar scrunched the paper in anger. 'You barbarian motherfucker.'

He made his way to the fragrance table. Meanwhile, Trish rearranged the candles for the fourth time, unaware. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

The pink-haired girl turned around. "Yes, Ma'am? How may I help-"

"Save it," the lady held up a manicured hand, "I just wanna know if you have any more o' these." She waved a soap bottle in front of Trish's face.

"Uh, Miss, could you please hold the bottle still? I can't read it very well."

"Read it? Shouldn't ya have it memorized? Some wonder employees they have here." She snorted.

Trish wisely chose to stay quiet and read what she could before excusing herself and returning with a similar bottle.

"Here you are, Miss."

The woman took one look at the bottle, scrunched up her nose, threw her streaked hair over her shoulder, and jutted out her chin.

"Do I look like a Japanese Cherry Blossom kinda gal? I clearly wanted Buh-lack Cher-ry Mer-lo-uh." She slowed her words. "Japanese Cherry Blossom is for little girls who like to play dress-up and pretend they know a lick about the world of fashion and fragrance."

Her thin red lips curled up into a sour simper. "Kinda like something you'd wear."

Trish opened her mouth to speak when the customer brutishly pushed the bottle into her hands. "Here, in case ya need a reminder."

Trish exchanged a glance with Lisa Lisa as the crass woman sauntered off to another display; normally they'd say something about this sort of thing, but since this was the mall's opening and she'd most likely drop a really bad review, they decided to suck it up and spare Mr. Jonathan any heartache.

'She's headed to the counter now, anyway.'

'WAIT, THE COUNTER.'

Trish spun her head around to she who was managing the counter, hopefully it wasn't who she thinks it is --

And what do you know? It was. Giorno stood listlessly behind the register. Anyone of them could've chosen to do what is basically the most exciting job right now, and yet no one except Giorno fricking Giovanna chose to do so?! Trish winced in anticipation, everyone else had a mutual understanding of how to best deal with today's customer, but she knew for a fact that Giorno wouldn't be so merciful with her.

Thankfully she snapped out of it and went to go retrieve the soaps from the stockroom before the lady opened her mouth again. Speaking of the lady, she finally stepped up to the register. Oddly enough, she didn't treat Giorno with the same hostility as everyone else, oh no. In fact, she was outright flirting with him.

"Hello signorina, I trust that everything was to your satisfaction?"

"Well, it would be if only you could satisfy me," she winked.

Unfazed, Giorno began to scan the items she picked out. "Do you have a Loyalty Rewards account with us?"

"No, but if I'm loyal to you would you give me a reward?~"

He nodded, "Anyone who signs up for the Loyalty Rewards will get numerous specials and coupons sent right to your phone. You can sign up today for free."

Blinded by his beauty, she absentmindedly drawled out her e-mail and other information, all the while sneaking in perverse comments. Trish held back her vomit as she dropped the soaps onto the table.

"Oh, there's the soaps I was waiting on! Fine-uh-lee. Do me a favour and ring these up for me, baby cheeks?~"

On the outside Giorno skrt skrt, but on the inside he hurt hurt. He now joined Trish in the silent ritual of spiritual bonding that was holding back the hellish torrent of vomit they'd spill into the toilet after this encounter.

Words cannot describe how relieved he was when the time came for her to swipe her credit card and pay. Now he'd just need to bag up her stuff and send her on her way, hopefully never to be seen again.

If only it were that easy.

The card reader made a small, jarring ERR, startling Giorno out of his daydream. He looked at his screen, 'CARD DECLINED.'

"I'm terribly sorry, but your card seems to be declined, Madam."

"HUH?! No it sure as hell isn't, lemme see," she craned her neck to read the computer screen. She began to hastily pull a myriad of receipts and whatnot out of her purse to find her phone.

"It can't be, I swear Bernard just got paid today..." She grumbled. At last, she victoriously held up her phone and punched in Bernard's number.

"Bernard... HIIIIII, SUH-WEE-TIIIIIE!~ How are ya? Uh huh, so listen, I'm out shopping for some stuff.... Of COURSE I'm having fun, thank you ba-byyy! But, there's a little uh-oh, my card got declined for some reason! It's not your fault, I know you just got paid..."

"....Whaddaya mean it's gone??" Her face slowly morphed from shock to worry to anger.

"I TOLD you NOT TO USE THE COMPUTER WITHOUT ME. I know you're a businessman and all, but se-ri-uhs-ly, Bernard, how many times has someone stolen from your account? Do you know how EMBARRASSING that is for me?? Don't ya love me?"

The rest of the crew tried their best to look away. They busied themselves with patrolling the store, hiding in the stockroom, anything, all of them choking back laughter at the scene. Meanwhile, the customer raged on, further damaging Bernard's nearly deaf ears.

She solemnly hung up. Turning around, she calmly glanced at Giorno before furiously shoving the bag's contents onto the ground along with a slew of curses. Of course, her grand debut was not complete without her kicking a few displays, huffing on her way out.

Lisa Lisa held the phone in her hands to call security, only for Giorno to stop her and gesture to the register.

The declined card still remained in the card reader, and Lisa Lisa watched in awe as he transformed the plastic to a small butterfly. A familiar face appeared not long after.

"Have..Have any of ya seen my card?!"

"No, Miss, I'm afraid we haven't. If I remember correctly, you placed it into your wallet."

"Well... If ya say so, honey bun."

Once she was out of earshot the whole shop erupted in laughter. Caesar was the first to crack, and soon he doubled over in pain from laughing so hard, Trish following along with tears streaming down her face. After a solid ten minutes of ugly cackling they tried to compose themselves, Caesar having to sit down until he could move without hurting.

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Lunchtime rolled around without a hitch. Caesar waved to the others, "I'm going out for lunch, anyone want anything?"

"Where to?"

"Rainforest Cafe."

Lisa Lisa snorted. "Nice. Can you get me the Spicy Stir-Fry, please?"

"Okay. Anyone else?"

"What's Rainforest Cafe?"

Lisa Lisa stared at Trish and Giorno with wide eyes. "You've never had it before? Why, it's one of the only places that even resemble gourmet at this fast-food-filled hellhole."

"But there's also a Dave & Buster's..."

The Hamon trainer dismissed them with a wave. "Go on now, both of you, and don't come back until you're educated in the world of mall cuisine."

"And I want some Daytona Beach Wings from Hooters, please!" Suzi added as the trio headed out.

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"The Anaconda Pasta sounds promising... I suppose I'll have that."

"And I'll have the Aloha Shrimp and Salmon, please."

"And the Spicy Stir-Fry and MoJo Bones for me, thank you."

"Alright...Will that be all?"

Caesar nodded.

"Okay, your orders should be out in a bit."

Trish eyed the waiter as he walked away.

"His hat's so tall... What weird fashion..."

Giorno looked around the place as he waited. The decor was cheesy, as he expected, but the menu didn't seem all that bad. The waiters' uniforms could use a bit of work, and maybe start regulating haircuts? That short guy over there could not have a more unflattering hairdo.

'WAIT.'

Unfortunately for him, he locked eyes with the short waiter, whose mouth dropped in utter shock. Even from across the room, Giorno swore he could hear the sharp gasp and the soft thud of the waiter's pen hitting the floor. Said waiter drew his hand up to point at the blond boy.

"Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STOLE MY LUGGAGE!"

#o shit i wrote something #Another Jojo Mall Fanfic #mall fanfic #mall au #stands exist #jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizzare adventure battle tendency #vento aureo #koichi hirose #giorno giovanna #trish una #lisa lisa #caesar zeppeli #it pained me to write that lady's dialogue #spoilers #part 2 spoilers #part 5 spoilers

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oingos-bitch · 4 years ago

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Rainforest Café (Part 1)

Part 5, Part 4 and Part 2 Spoilers!

"Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STOLE MY LUGGAGE!"

Giorno gulped. The short boy stalked over to him, glaring daggers.

"I haven't forgotten about you, I hope you're ready to pay me back."

Echoes' summoning was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Koichi, dude, are you alright?"

"Yeah, Okuyasu, I'm fine." He trembled in anger. "Unless you wanna help me put this blond son of a bitch in his place."

"Ohhh."

A bass-boosted fart could be heard as a blue figure appeared.

"Why didn't ya tell me sooner? Whose ass are we gonna kick first?!" Okuyasu cracked his knuckles.

"That blond bastard, who else?"

"Uhmm...Which one?" He whispered.

"Huh?"

It was then that Koichi noticed the much, much taller -- 'And scarier!' -- blond male sitting across from Giorno. And he did not look amused.

"Are you done yet, piccolino?"

"Wha- what?"

Caesar sighed. "I would just like to get my order without any trouble, if that's not too much to ask. However," his green eyes narrowed.

"If it's trouble you're looking for, then I'll be glad to indulge you."

His chair fell over as he stood up. Maintaining his glare, he spread his arms as a large bubble formed between them. Anticipating a fight, the two teenagers defensively posed, shouting their stand names. Caesar was just about to strike before Deus Ex Josuke appeared.

"Guys, as much as I would love to help right now, there's people here. . ."

Koichi's blood ran cold. He had the sense to immediately call back Echoes and nervously regain his composure, straightening his pose. Okuyasu, however, did not.

"So what?? Everyone should see this asshat get a well-deserved beatdown!" He growled.

"Okuyasu, no." Josuke pulled his best friend aside and leaned into him.

"I know you mean well, but we're probably gonna get fired -- and I don't wanna make my great-gramps sad!" Josuke slightly teared up at the thought.

Okuyasu's face flushed in embarrassment.

"I don't wanna, either! I-I'm so sorry, Josuke!"

He began to sob on the spot.

"I-I'll do better next time!"

"It's alright, man, just calm down a little." Steak-hair patted his back.

Everyone within a ten-foot radius stared wide-eyed at the scene. Even passerby stopped for a few good minutes! Josuke slowly got up and let go of Okuyasu, facing the crowd. He knelt down and waved his hands vigorously.

"Aaaaand, SCENE! Uh, we hope everyone liked it!"

Crickets.

He smiled from ear -to-ear, sweat beading down his temple. A lone clap sounded from the middle of the restaurant. A few more claps were soon drowned out by diners resuming their meals and their conversations. Josuke let out a relieved sigh.

He looked around to see if anyone else was staring -- 'Nope!' -- then proceeding to step towards Caesar, looking him square in the eye.

"Next time you mess with my friends, you may not be so lucky."

Caesar smirked and returned his icy stare.

"That doesn't sound like much of a threat, coming from someone like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Caesar looked him up and down. "Look at yourself. . .A teenage delinquent, working at the only 'high-paying' job that'll accept you, picking fights with those obviously more experienced than you."

"You don't know how many fights I've been in!"

"Hm, no, but with that attitude, I can guess."

"Wanna find out?" Josuke grinned.

Caesar cocked his head to the side, the boy seemed familiar, but he just couldn't put his finger on it --

"Yoo-Hoo! Caesarino!~"

Caesar groaned and turned around.

"Hello, JoJo -- DIO MIO, JOSEPH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?!"

"It's my old outfit! I needed it for my job and it still fits perfectly!" He laughed heartily.

His friend buried his face in his hands. Joseph took this as a sign to flex in front of him.

"Whaddaya think?~"

Caesar pushed him away. "Awful, awful, everything's awful. If you're gonna dress in drag, you should at least do it right."

"HEY, that's what Jolyne always tells me!"

"And she's correct. Ugh, JoJo, you could have at least shaved your beard."

"But I think my beard makes me sexy. . ." He pouted.

"It does, but that's beside the point --" Caesar froze.

No, absolutely not, this was the last thing he needed today. The day had started off so badly already, he couldn't have Joseph knowing his secret, too! It would all be too much!

Thankfully, Joseph broke the silence quickly. Grinning, he posed some more.

"Sexy, eh? You really think so?~"

Caesar tried his hardest to sound annoyed. "If you say so, JoJo."

"Ah, but you're the one who said it.~ So, d'ya really think so?"

The Italian pulled his face away from his hands to get a look at Joseph. He didn't really need to look at him for so long to see that he was handsome, but he really needed to save his skin right now. So he eyed Joseph from different angles: profile, front, three-quarters view, even worm's eye view!

This went on for longer than expected, and Joseph began to whine.

"C'mon, you already got a good look, just tell me already!"

Begrudgingly, Caesar moved his eyes away.

"I guess so."

"Really?!" Joseph beamed.

He nodded. "I mean, I think Suzi --"

Inwardly, he groaned. He hated to think it, he hated how it sounds, and most of all he hated to say it, but he couldn't risk raising Joseph's suspicions. Or worse, risking their friendship.

"-- I really think Suzi thinks so."

For a moment, Joseph seemed surprised -- and a bit disappointed? No, must've been Caesar's imagination. He rubbed at his neck and shot Caesar his signature grin.

"Haha, well, thanks! I hope she thinks so!"

He placed an arm around him. Caesar jumped lightly at the contact. He knew it was friendly, something he was used to, yet he couldn't help but feel so wrong after what just happened. It wasn't fair to think about having a chance with his best friend when he already had a life to live, a wife and a kid, and a grandkid, for crying out loud!

And he had. . . Well, nothing. Any chance he had before was snatched away so abruptly. When that bright light enveloped him and he found himself laying on the Earth's soil again, he was ecstatic! He expected to find everyone else in the same situation, waiting to reconnect. Embarrassingly, the first person he thought of was Joseph.

Oh, Joseph. That lovable, goofy bastard had no idea just how much he missed him. He had planned everything out -- how he'd introduce himself, how he'd explain his chance at a new life, how he'd spill his heart out to him and say what he never got a chance to say, and, hopefully, how he'd grin and say he felt the same way. And it'd all be uphill from there.

However, he did not plan to run into Lisa Lisa first. And he did not plan to sit down and catch up with her over tea. And he did not expect her to be the one to catch him up on what had happened while he was gone.

And he certainly did not expect Joseph to be married and have a kid.

The deep ache in his gut was incomparable to the pain he endured before his death, and it still haunted him whenever that damned memory was brought up.

Much like now.

Caesar smoothly moved Joseph's arm back to his side. Before he could dwell on the thought any longer, he changed the subject.

"So, what brings you here?"

"OH! I just wanted to see my son!"

"Your son?. . .I thought you had a daughter. . ."

Joseph smiled sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, about that. . .Let's just say, I don't think Suzi'll ever trust me the same again. . ."

Caesar's eyes widened. Inappropriately enough, his heart fluttered. Maybe he'd have a chance?

'No! He doesn't need his marriage damaged any further!'

While he was still deep in thought, Joseph brought over a familiar angry teen.

"Ta-Daaaa! This is my darling baby boy!"

Caesar did a double take. Oh, he couldn't be serious --

"T-this is your son?!"

"You bet! Doesn't he look just like me?" He brought the poor boy's face against his cheek.

"A chip off the ol' block!"

"Dad, stop it." Josuke averted his eyes.

"Awwww, but it's true! Isn't it, Caesarino --"

He scanned the room, searching for him. "Caesar?"

He found him by the aquarium, making his way to the bar.

"Oi, Caesar! Don't you wanna say hi to Josuke?"

Caesar reluctantly turned around. "Maybe some other time, JoJo. My lunch break is almost over, and I'm still waiting on my order."

"Oh, the pink girl and blond boy took it."

"Huh?"

"The pink-haired girl and the blond boy, they took your food." Repeated the elf-eared bartender.

"Oh, thank you. Where'd they. . go. .?"

The bartender pointed to the west of the mall.

"Ah, grazie." He made his way there.

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Trish had gasped once Caesar stood up, ready to fight, but soon lost interest once Josuke showed up and started speaking.

"So boring."

She and Giorno sat silently the entire time. There wasn't much to talk about, and she didn't recognize anyone else (yet), so she passed the time counting down the minutes.

She had attempted to ask Giorno about why the midget had a vendetta against him, but he just responded with an "I don't want to speak about it."

'Tch. You're no fun.'

Then Joseph appeared and she giggled. It was so much fun to see her usually stoic co-worker get so flustered by the old man, and it was amusing for a while.

That is, until he didn't make a move.

She spent the rest of the time reading over the specials pamphlet. Luckily, she soon heard a small "Excuse me, Ma'am."

"Hm?"

A tiny, tall-haired boy anxiously held up a stack of To-Go boxes.

"H-Here's your order."

"Oh! Thank you."

He hurriedly mumbled and speed-walked over to the waiter from earlier. Shrugging, she and Giorno stood up to leave. Once they realized Caesar would be a while, they exchanged glances and walked out of the place.

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Caesar found them sitting on the fountain, digging into their food. They nonchalantly looked up.

"Sorry, we just couldn't wait any longer."

"It's fine. Sorry I took so long."

Trish smiled. "Even with how long you took, you still couldn't flirt with him good enough."

". .Shut up. Let's go get Suzi's wings."

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Hooters (Part 2)

Beware of Part 5/Vento Aureo spoilers!

The lice-spotted man turned tail, only to slam into an enormous set of, well, Hooters. It took all of Risotto's being to not snap his fragile, fragile, 'Oh so fragile' body like a twig.

He acknowledged him with a curt nod before setting off to adjust the decorations. Diavolo soberly looked on.

'Is it possible they've forgiven me?'

That was ruled out once he'd felt two sets of eyes boring a hole into the back of his head.

'Perhaps not.'

He saw Risotto whisper something to Melone out of the corner of his eye. He gulped nervously as he glanced back and saw the lilac-haired man stretch his arms over his head, crack his knuckles, and march over to him. He was in the midst of his third prayer in a row when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

'Bedda matri-'

Ignoring his rising panic he spun his head around, looking at him square in the eye. Melone sweetly smiled and tightened his grip, soliciting a pained yelp from his superior.

"Welcome to the team, Boss."

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A few minutes before Mr. Jonathan came to check up on everything another new face dashed into the restaurant. "Sorry I'm late!" He exclaimed as he tied his long, blond hair into a ponytail. He had to do a double-take once his eye caught Risotto's colossal frame.

"Risotto? What are you- Melone? Boss?!"

"Good morning, Tiziano.~" greeted Melone.

Tiziano snorted. "Is this a sort of second Passione?"

"Apparently so."

"Ah, just as planned," the blond sarcastically groaned.

Diavolo uncomfortably fidgeted, once again heading for the door. And just as his previous attempt, he was halted by a hulking assortment of muscles. The original Joestar brother bounded into the restaurant.

"Oh, good, you're all here! The mall's about to open in about...Five minutes! Now, I don't mean to pressure you, but there's a line outside of the mall..."

Diavolo's eyes widened. Why did he have to open the mall during Spring Break?

"...But, I trust that you all can handle it marvelously! All you have to do is take down everyone's orders, pose for a few photos, and the hardest thing you'll have to do is maybe deal with an angry customer or two. But I'm confident that you won't have to encounter one just yet!"

Oh, right, posing for photos. Hadn't that other man told him that he wouldn't have to worry? Diavolo shakily peered over at Dio, who had a sly smirk plastered across his face. The mafioso glowered in response.

"Right, that'd be all, then! My office number is over there, should you need it!"

Diavolo caught a hold of Dio's ridiculous yellow vest as he walked out.

"You never told me I'd have to pose for pictures." He hissed.

Dio's smirk only grew larger.

"Oh, I clearly said that you wouldn't have to worry. As in, 'Don't worry, it's not that difficult of a task.'"

Diavolo could only scowl at him. The blond leaned in to whisper.

"This is what you get for tormenting my son."

He growled dejectedly. What was he going to do? Call a lawyer, get more authorities involved? Oh, well. He wouldn't have to deal with it for long. And perhaps he could even try to get more clients from here!

He was forced out of his thoughts by the audible rush of feet treading into the restaurant. Taking a deep breath in, he followed his colleagues to the entrance.

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- And So It Begins. . . (Chapter 1)

Contains some spoilers (i think), so please keep that in mind. Also, constructive criticism is always welcome!

All characters belong to Araki Hirohiko. Please don’t copyright strike me for using store names

It was with a ton of money and an equally large amount of boredom that the local mall came to be.

The Joestar brothers, after having acquired all they fancied, lazily sat around their father's living room and lamented over what to do with the rest of their rather large allowance. Sure, they both had grown up to be pretty successful and each had their own lavish lifestyle, yet their father seemed to pay no mind to that and bestowed them with a sum of money each Saturday. Not that it was any bother to him, seeing as he was one of the richest men in the world. Sighing, Jonathan turned to look at Dio.

"Maybe I should buy Erina another house? Just for her garden? Or maybe she'd like some new clothes? I could take her shopping at that new designer-"

"JoJo," Dio looked up from the couch, "You JUST bought her a historic cottage yesterday! And don't bother with spoiling her, what has she done for you? I bet she wouldn't even suc-"

"Hey!" JoJo frowned at his brother.

"Erina doesn't have to do anything for me, and she knows that! Just because you live to take advantage of others doesn't mean that everyone has to do the same thing.'

Dio closed his book and cackled. "Oh, JoJo, when are you ever going to learn that that's the only way you'll ever get anywhere? Think back to our youth. Who was left behind because of their so-called 'pure soul,' and who won over Father's heart with countless manipulative acts?" Dio stalked closer to Jonathan, leaning towards his sorrow-stricken face. "Oh, right, I did."

Sneering, he began to make his way to the patio, when his brother stood up.

"At least I experienced my parent's love and support before you came along." Dio froze in his tracks.

"What did you say?"

"I very well know that the only way you acted so selfishly was to make up for the lack of a parent's love, but that's no excuse to treat my father and I how you did. Maybe if you actually allowed us to get through to you- No, if your own father had the sense to teach you-"

What was soon to be a rant was interrupted by the forced, raucous laughter of a man gone mad. "Me?! There's never been anything wrong with me! I act selfishly because I don't NEED to care about anyone else! I'm not weak unlike you, JoJo. I don't need the support of anyone else, a parent much less, or you, or a partner! I don't need anyone, I'm the ultimate being! SO STOP WITH YOUR BLABBERING AND ACTUALLY LISTEN FOR ONCE YOU DONKEY."

Jonathan sighed once more as the vampire raved to the empty space in front of him. "Don't worry, Dio, there's plenty of time for you to find someone you can share all of these feelings with."

"Huh?" Dio's head snapped up. "Someone I could share things with?"

"Yes!" Jonathan smiled. "Someone to share anything and everything with, like Erina!"

"Oh? Like what?"

"Well, let's see: your secrets, your joys, your worries, your trips around the world! Your first dance, your first date-"

Dio smirked. "Your first kiss, too?"

"...."

The last thing Dio saw before he was met with a barrage of fists to his face was Jonathan's hulking body lunge toward him. Dio wailed like the little bitch he is and meekly tried to fight back in between punches. They only acknowledged the third Joestar in the house once his raspy old-man voice piped up to shout, "ENOUGH!"

The brothers quickly stood up and wiped the blood off of their faces. George stared hard at them before continuing.

"I would have thought that you young men had put an end to this childlike behavior, but I guess I was wrong. You two have disappointed me in a way I thought was impossible to achieve."

"Sorry Father," their voices murmured; one genuine, the other an imitation of the former.

"I won't even bother with mentioning the issue, as I'm sure it is unimportant. Why don't we discuss something else, hm?"

"Such as?"

"Well...What are you boys thinking to do with the rest of your allowance?"

Both stared blankly at the floor, racking their brains for an answer. After 20 minutes, the senior took off to his room, only to be met with a reply from his biological son.

"Father, do you suppose we could buy and operate a shopping mall?"

"Of course you can! Though may I ask, what gave you such an idea, JoJo?"

"Well, I just thought about how well you're doing as a businessman, and I wondered if I could dabble in the subject and maybe even become as great as you!" Jonathan proclaimed happily.

'Kiss-arse,' thought Dio, glaring openly at him. Not that Mr. Joestar noticed, he was too busy fawning over the non-adopted son. "Oh, my dear boy! I have no worries about you failing me! You never cease to amaze me, my son!" As he wrapped Jonathan in a bear hug, Dio once again plotted how he could ruin his endeavors. Suddenly, he smiled.

"Father, do you suppose I can help, too?"

#o shit i wrote something #jjba fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #joeri #johnathan joestar #dio brando #erina pendleton #george joestar #mall fanfic #mall au #stands exist #chapter 1 #Another Jojo Mall Fanfic #crack fic

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Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- And So It Begins. . . (Chapter 2)

The next day was spent wandering around nearby cities; cities far away; small towns; beaches; concrete jungles; even mountains! Just to search for the best spot for a shopping centre. Whereas ��it was exciting for JoJo, it was annoying and pointless to Dio. He was almost tempted to buy the deed to a few acres of a small desert town just to ensure that they wouldn't have to travel anymore. 'No, I have to drag it out and make him regret putting his effort into his stupid little mall,' he thought.

It was almost dinnertime when Jonathan suddenly slammed onto the brakes, sending Dio crashing onto the dashboard.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"

"Ah, sorry," Jonathan replied absentmindedly.

Wondering what besides him was so amazing to look at, Dio turned his face up, his jaw dropping and his face sharing the same astonished expression as JoJo's. The building before them was a massive and impressive mash of glass and stone, and throughout its exterior was a lovely marriage of old-fashioned and modern husks of former stores. Though he hated to admit it, Dio was just starting to feel optimistic about the whole mall project; and though he'd deny it, he was grateful that JoJo had been able to spot such a perfect place.

Beaming, JoJo picked up his phone and dialed the realtor's number with gusto.

"Hello? Yes, this is Jonathan Joestar, how soon can we meet up?"

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A few weeks had passed since they had bought the mall, and both men were up to their heads in planning! Jonathan woke up earlier than usual to brainstorm and found himself skipping meals just to finish his list of necessities and itty-bitty details. Erina was starting to worry and made it known, frequently reminding him to sit down and at least have a cup of tea and a snack.

"After all," she'd say, "I'm sure Dio is not worrying about it as much as you are!"

He was.

In fact, he could be considered worse than JoJo. He had switched his hours of sleep for hours of work, substituting most of his meals for Redbull and not even bothering to dress up like he usually did. The last time Jonathan went to visit him, he screamed loudly, for he thought that the person who answered the door was another one of Dio's victims rather than Dio himself. Thankfully, both men worried much less when most of the remodeling and minor details were underway, and both men could finally sleep easy, knowing that there was just one more meeting that needed to be carried out.

So there they stood one Sunday morning, on the corner of a busy street, the massive building situated between a bumbling city and a tranquil park, dark green tape wrapped around the construction site, dozens of hardhats moving in and out and around of the edifice. Pointing an expensive-looking manicured nail at the mall's map, Dio spoke.

"So, what store is going to be between the Payless and the GreenCrush?"

"Well, I'd thought quite a bit about it, and I believe that we should add a WingStop there!"

"Hmm....What about a Hooters?" The vampire suggested mischievously.

Jonathan's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "N-NO! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A FAMILY-FRIENDLY MALL!"

"But what fun is a completely family-friendly place?"

"A place can be fun without being devoid of innocence!"

"I very much doubt that; there are going to be teenagers here, you do realize?"

"Well, they'll just have to find some way to entertain themselves, or go to a different mall."

Dio exasperatedly threw his hands in the air. "This isn't just about what YOU want, JoJo! Father let me work on this too!"

"Then why don't you go and ask him to help you?" JoJo retorted.

"FINE! I will!" Dio proceeded to dial his number. In the most meek and sob-inducing voice he could muster, he whined.

"Daddy, JoJo won't let me add any stores of my own! I begged him to let me add a couple of more adult stores, but he said that it needs to be completely family-friendly!....Oh, I see....Okay...Okay! Thank you, Father!"

He snapped the phone shut and handed it to Jonathan. "See? I did ask him for help, and I was told that it was perfectly fine. In fact, he repeated my own words, 'After all, there are going to be teenagers and adults shopping here.' You can call him yourself, if you don't believe me."

Jonathan looked down at the phone and pouted. 'Oh, well it's just going to be ONE store. How bad can it be?'

And so, after a few more arguments and a lot more phone calls, A Hooters was planted inside the store. And a Spencer's. And a Dick's Last Resort.

Now all that was left was to hire employees.

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He hoped none of his co-workers saw him do this.

Clad in a pair of black skinny jeans and a large grey hoodie, Risotto looked around before snatching one of the many flyers posted around the city. A new mall was to be opened soon, and with the recent pay cuts the Boss had made, he couldn't afford most of the necessities for their jobs or for personal expenses. And being a man who hated to see his team being let down, what better way to support them than to make up for that recent budget cut? So, there he was, frantically plugging the digits into his phone. Just as he rose his phone to his face, he felt a small frame bump into him.

"Ow, sorry!"

He turned around to help, only to be met with familiar lilac eyebrows and teal eyes, without a mask.

"Melone?!"

He stood, dusting himself off.

"Yep, it's me! I didn't think I'd see you around here, Capo..." Melone's pleasantly surprised face turned to one of curiosity as he eyed the pale scrap in Risotto's palm.

"What is that?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just a small concert I was thinking about going to."

"Oooh, may I see? I bet it's another one of those underground metal bands you like-"

The tall man stepped back as Melone reached for the paper, making him nearly fall in the process. He pouted, questioning, "What's so wrong about it? It's just a band-"

"Yeah, but, um- I'm kind of embarrassed about it, you may not like it..."

Melone rolled his eyes, "But it's just a name, how bad can it be?"

"Ummm..." Groaning internally, Risotto decided that it would be best just to give it up, but alas, the scrap of paper was missing as he went to hand it to Melone. He gasped, "Where'd it..."

Melone giggled, holding the paper in front of his face, "Got it.~"

He skimmed over the paper as Risotto looked on nervously. "So, a second job, huh?..." Risotto slightly stammered over his words, soon being cut off with a "Count me in!"

"What?"

"You're not the only one who's thought of this, Capo.~ I've been looking for a while, too. So, put in a good word for me, if you please." He smiled up at him.

Still in a bit of shock, Risotto hesitated before finally picking up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Joestar? My name is Risotto Nero, and my friend and I would like to apply for a job at your mall, specifically..." He glanced down at the scrap and swallowed his pride.

"...Specifically at the Hooters."

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