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akiisame · 5 years ago

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Christmas spirit on a foreign land

Hello, @sakurastardust! I just happen to be your @jjba-secret-santa, so here’s your gift, Merry Christmas, sweetie

I had something entirely else planned but then i checked the JoJo timeline and the just happen to be on the trip during the Christmas akdrerfnjd

The wind forced Kakyoin to brush hair off of his face for the nth time this day. Perks of traveling by car, he guessed. Sitting by the window, having the window rolled all down, served him as a peculiar AC system. Focusing on the passing scenery, the cherry boy muted the quite conversations spreading in the vehicle out.

“Wait, if it has been 26 days since we’re on this trip then this means” Polnareff started counting his fingers.

“It’s 24th of December” the magician answered, saving Frenchman the troubles, to which his face lightened up.

“So that means it’s Christmas today!”

“Did someone said Christmas?” the English businessman cheerfully asked.

“Yes, Christmas!” with this, the redhead was brought back.

“And what exactly does this mean?” the Japanese boy asked, clearly not having a clue.

“You don’t have this in Japan?”

“Not exactly like we do” the magician pointed out. “Christianity isn’t popular in Japan, so they don’t really celebrate Christmas.”

“Oh, that’s actually sad. It’s one of the most basics holidays in Europe, right, Mr. Joestar?”

“Indeed, it is, not only Europe, but all over America, too! My daughter together with her family used to visit us for Christmas back when Jotaro was still a child.” the group could see tears pricking up in the Englishman eyes.

“I still don’t understand what Christmas exactly is.” said Kakyoin, to which Polnareff quirked up.

“Ah, mon ami, Christmas is the day when Jesus was born. To celebrate it people together with their families and friends throw so-called Christmas party. They cook plenty of dishes, dress up Christmas tree and decorate their houses. I used to help my dad with decorations while Sherry was helping mom in the kitchen. We used to eat delicious means like snails and oisters!”

“Don’t worry kids, it’s a French-only thing” Joseph break in, winking to Jotaro and Kakyoin, to which his grandson replied with quite “I sure hope so.”

Polnareff continued, this time louder, pretending that he never heard anything. “Later on after the dinner the kids would find presents under the Christmas tree, believing it was the Santa that dropped it off. It’s one of the happiest time of the year.. well, it used to be, at least” at this point Polnareff visibly sadden, which Kakyoin immediately noticed.

“How about we do our own Christmas party, then? You can show me the meaning of it, since I’m the only one that never really experienced it.” – redhead said, hoping he could cheer his companion up.

“I like this idea, plus we’ve been travelling for a while now, we all could use some break.” Avdol added, clearly interested in the idea.

“We should keep going” Jotaro grunted out.

“Come on Jotaro, it’s just one day, we have to rest some more anyway.”

“Yare yare daze”

“There’s should be a village not that far away, why won’t we rent a room in some inn and just.. celebrate?” the youngest man suggested.

“No.”

“Oh come on, boy, it’s 4 vs. 1, I don’t think you have a word here.” the old man joked, making his grandson even more irritated.

“Yare yare”. Adjusting his hat, Jotaro swiftly took out one of his cigarette, lighting it up. The urge to punch someone was tremendously strong. Looking ahead he could hear the rest of the group rumbling about who should do what. That was going to be a long day. The group continued their travel with new objective.

…

Reaching the destined city, Mr. Joestar drove to the nearest parking, turning the machine off. Getting out of the car the group divided into two groups. Polnareff together with Joseph, as the cook and the wallet were responsible for picking up the groceries, while the rest were to rent the inn and decorate it accurately.

“Okay, I’ll give you my credit card, so please buy only the necessaires.” Joseph said, handing the Frenchman his card.

“Oh please, Mr. Joestar, have I ever done anything stupid?” Polnareff asked with a smug smile on his face, to which Joseph didn’t dare to answer.

Parting away, the silver-haired man headed for the city centre, in which he hoped he could find everything he has been dreaming of since the last time he ate a tasty french meal. However, it didn’t came to his mind that India – especially smaller cities, wouldn’t have much to provide when it came to specific french ingredients. As such, he entered several shops, asking excitedly for a wide range of fancy yet weird products.

After the 10th negative response, Polnareff started to lose his patience.

“Isn’t there ANYONE here with good tastes?! Really, this place is un trou à rat! ”

“Excuse me, sir! You look troubled. May I help you?” a voice called behind him. Turning around with loud “Huh?” the Frenchman glanced over the man calling out to him. “What do you want?”

“It seems like you are in desperate needs of ingredients, luckily for you I might have just what you need!” the man answered with a slight smirk spreading over his face. Clearly he smelled easy cash.

“Oh, indeed, then I am one lucky man to find you, good sir.”

…

Being done with his part of the errands Joseph was free to explore the city, since he still had some time before meeting with the Frenchman. Passing by the shopping alley, his attention was snatched by a familiar package behind the window display. A big box with Monopoly written all over looked back at him, whispering buy me.

Joseph, being the man he is, wasn’t good at resisting.

Happily passing the automatic doors, the English businessman let a sigh of pleasure escape him, holding firmly the blue package. Now would be the time to finally find his friend – which, considering the amount of people that was there at the time, wouldn’t be an easy thing.

However, this would have been the case if the rule ‘stand users attract each other’ wasn’t a thing.

“Hey, Mr. Joestar!”

Turning toward the source of the joyful voice, Joseph saw Polnareff happily skipping in his direction. Seeing all the bags hanging off of his arms Joseph’s face turned into a scowl and the man could only squawk loud “Are you kidding me?”

...

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jotaro cursed out loud, looking at the emerald decorations he hold in his hands. Looking up he saw Kakyoin and Avdol enthusiastically hanging the Christmas ornaments around.

With all the cliché garment - golden glass balls and shining red tinsels hanging from the green garland strapped to the ceiling – the Christmas spirit could be felt, leaving a sensation of a warmth and safeness.

“You know, it’s really, reassuring –“ the cherry boy started. “doing this together, having this… domesticity. Despite the danger waiting for us behind every corner, we are here, preparing for celebration… like a family.”

His lips were curved into a small smile, and suddenly the room was filled with a heavy silence. The two others men’s gaze were stuck on the red-haired face, leaving in the room an almost awkward felling, until Avdol decided to break the cold atmosphere that was starting to appear.

“Indeed! It’s been quite some time since I’ve got such a pleasant evening! Especially with all the Dio situation at hand.” With that, on the contrary to Kakyoin, his smile was wide, showing no hesitation whatsoever with his joyous mood.

Still standing aside from the fortune-teller and the red-haired Japanese student, Jotaro could do nothing else but adjust his hat, sighing.

“And how do you usually spend Christmas Eve, Jotaro? You must be used to all this lively spirit since you’re half English.”

Silence came back one more time, with no surprise though – after all, Jotaro wasn’t the kind of man to open-up or the chatty type.

But it was to their surprise that for once, Jotaro answered, despite the fact that it was as brief as a cold summer breeze.

“When I’m not with the old-man and granny Suzie, I spend Christmas Eve with my mom, sometimes help with the cooking…” He muttered, almost inaudible.

“I didn’t know you happen to help cooking, Jotaro-san!”

Fortunately, Avdol was here to lighten up the whole mood – else, this would have gone worse.

“Jotaro-san loves his mother, after all” added Kakyoin, almost chuckling as he saw the embarrassment written all over his face.

“Yare yare daze, let’s finish this.”

Just when the last red Christmas ball had been hanged, the door slammed opened revealing an overjoyed Polnareff who looked like a walking tree whose decorations would have been full plastics bags – and a less cheerful English businessman, whose bank account has just been divided by 2.

Soon, after their greeting, the room became much warmer, filled with joy, laughter and a weirdly delicious smell of food.

As Jotaro was leaning in the chair, his legs resting on the wooden table, he was smoking yet another cigarette today. A loud crash made him turn his head towards the door through which a distressed Polnareff bursted in, covered in various undefined mixtures, holding a plate full of a chocolate paste – he yelled in a pleading tone. “MIGHT WANT TO GIVE ME A HAND, JOTARO?”

To which, the young Japanese man abruptly answered with swift “I’m not your mother, deal with it yourself”.

“Ah?! You’re really terrible Jotaro, terrible! Goujat!”

Thankfully, Kakyoin came to save the poor Frenchman, followed by a heartedly laughing Joseph who was clearly mocking him.

As the three men exited the room, Avdol just stepped in, holding a piece of dishcloth, wiping his hands. His eyes winded at the sight in front of him, clearly a bit surprised – after all, seeing Jotaro peacefully smiling was a rare thing.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just enjoying the calm.”

…

“Mr. Joestar, how about we bargain?”

“Sure, dear Avdol! I’ll sell it to you 5 % cheaper if you let me have your hotel.” already holding a colored bills in his prosthesis hand.

“Is this even allowed?” asked Kakyoin with great doubt.

“Hey guys, you can take everything I have but Paris! This is a no-no, I won’t let anyone have – hey Jotaro, did you just buy Paris?! You little-“

“You’ll lose anyway, Polnareff, so shut up.” Clicking his tongue, the Japanese student adjusted his black vest, moving the small violet piece to the case of the beautiful French scenery.

“I am never playing with you again, bande d’enflures!” the Frenchman proclaimed, to which Kakyoin responded with loud laugh.

Here, on a foreign land, they managed to catch the Christmas spirit.

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