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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Kakyoin_Noriaki/Kujo_Jotaro, Joseph_Joestar/Caesar_Anthonio_Zeppeli,
      Mohammed_Abdul/Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Dio_Brando/Kakyoin_Noriaki, Robert
      Edward_O._Speedwagon/William_Anthonio_Zeppeli
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Kakyoin_Noriaki, Jonathan_Joestar, Dio_Brando, Kujo_Holly,
      Joseph_Joestar, Mohammed_Abdul, Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Robert_Edward_O.
      Speedwagon, William_Anthonio_Zeppeli, Sherry_Polnareff, Polnareff's_mom,
      Avdol's_mom, Iggy_(Jojo), Erina_Pendleton_Joestar, George_Joestar
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, High_School_Drama, Sports, Slow_Burn, AU, Joseph's_cuteness, Force
      sexual_activity, Jean_Polnareff's_freckles, Smut, a_little_domestic
      fluff, No_Stands_(Technically)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-15 Updated: 2017-04-10 Chapters: 11/? Words: 27096
****** Bizarre Highschool Adventures ******
by HeiroGreenKaky
Summary
     Jotaro is just beginning his freshmen year of highschool when none
     other than Noriaki Kakyoin walks in as an exchange student. Joseph
     likes the new student Caesar Zepelli. and Jonathan fights his
     feelings towards his adoptive brother Dio.
Notes
     Jonathan Joestar (16)
     Joseph Joestar (15)
     Jotaro Joestar > Kujo (14)
     All brothers from different mothers.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue Part 1: Jotaro's side *****
Dear Diary or is it Journal? What does it matter? I guess I should introduce
myself so I’m not just writing random feeling into the stupid journal my
brother gave me. He said, I know how you’re feeling Jotaro but you really need
to write down your feelings so you don’t have another episode again. Dad will
be super upset if the finds you in the principle's office again. Yeah, pfft.
Like he really cares.
Where should I begin? My name is Jotaro Kujo… Well I gave myself my own last
name because I honestly hate being called a Joestar. I’m 14 years old, (about
to turn 15). I am part British part Japanese. My father is George Joestar. As
for my mother, I have no clue, I have what you call a wet nurse that it like a
mother named Holly.  My two older brothers are Jonathan Joestar, 16, full
British, and Joseph Joestar, who is half British half American I guess full
English? I don’t know. My brother Jonathan never knew his mother either, she
apparently died in a car crash when he was only 7 months. And from what the
butlers say, this death threw my father into a wild sex frenzy for three years.
Joseph’s mom almost married our dad but the cheating became too much. Joseph
says my mom was a mail order bride, when she had me she just ran for freedom,
leaving me behind. I really don’t care, I didn’t know the bitch anyways.
However, dad does flirt with our babysitter, Ms. Holly a lot. But she never
gives into him, I think he likes to chase her.
What else? Oh, well I guess I should mention the stupid life sucking asshole
that lives with us. When my father and his 1st wife, Jonathan’s mother, thought
they couldn’t have children. They adopted a boy a boy named, Dio Brando. Argh.
Let you tell you about this fuckin’ low life ok? He’s manipulative, conniving,
drama starting, little bitch. He is about one year older that Jonathan because
as soon as they adopted Dio, Jonathan’s mom didn’t know she was pregnant. So… I
guess I have 3 older brothers. But Dio isn’t really my brother, he’s just a
life sucking scum bag like I said. Living off my family because his family
didn’t want him. Did you know he killed Jonathan’s dog when they were 12?! Of
course, everyone thinks it was an intruder, and Joseph doesn’t want to blame it
on Dio because there is no proof, but I knew! I knew Dio put Danny (JoJo’s dog)
in a box in the outside smoke house. I knew he did it! And at Danny’s funeral
he wouldn’t stop smirking! I need to calm down. I still haven’t forgiven him to
a lot of shit he’s done.
Dio and I are not close but neither are Jonathan and I. He usually doesn’t talk
much to any of us unless he’s spoken too. He is usually studying, boxing or
playing rugby. Jonathan and Dio after so long are close for only God knows why.
Who would ever be close to Dio I don’t know, and it doesn’t make sense when
Joseph said, ‘Keep your friends close but your enemies closer’ . What the fuck
ever. Oh Jonthan also has a girlfriend who is a sophomore, her name is Erina.
Now Joseph and I, we are kinda close, but that’s because Joseph does shit to
purposely annoy me. He talks constantly and he is always barging into my room.
I use to be able to lock my door, but dad took the lock off because the butlers
couldn’t get in to wake me up for school. Ha, good times. Anyways, Joseph is
the talkative one, and he’s super gay, he claims he’s dating two people, both
Italian students. Which I think is bullshit. You can’t date two people, but he
says their names are Suzy, and Caesar. I’ve haven’t seen Ceasar yet but Joseph
swears he’ll be on their volleyball team this winter.
As for me, I don’t really study, well I don’t really do much of anything, I
have only a few friends, most of them are older, like Avdol, who is also
friends with Joseph and he’s on their volleyball team. I also have a friend
named… Polnareff? I can never spell his name right. Anyways. He’s French, and
he pretty gay too. Not because he’s French but he has a big crush on Avdol. I’m
getting a little ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit;
Junoirs: Jonathan, Dio
Sophmores: Joseph, Avdol, (supposingly Caesar), Erina, and Suzy
Freshment: Me, Polnareff
I think it’s weird to date someone not in your grade but however I am wrong.
Because this journal isn’t actually to tell my life story, this journal was
meant to tell my secret. Here is goes.
I think I’m gay too.
I mean, not really surprising since Joseph is mega gay and I’m pretty sure
Jonathan is too. But like me? I still can’t believe it. You see, I’m asexual so
I really don’t get sexually attractive to anyone. (note: I do like the feeling
of sexual pleasure though) Like I don’t like girls or guys. But oh … I think it
hit me really hard when… I can’t say it. It’s really embarrassing.
Ok. It all started the 2nd week of school. I was just minding my own business,
starting off into space when this… super cute exchange student from japan
walked in.
Noriaki Kakyoin.
I swear, I could feel my heart explode in my chest when he sat by me. Of course
I ignored him because that’s what cool guys do. Oh and in case you didn’t know.
I’m a cool guy. But of course this bro sat right by me. His red hair, his
purple eyes, his perfect white skin. Like what the fuck was I gonna do? I did
what any cool guy does, nothing. I fuckin did nothing. Oh. But it gets worse.
At lunch time? Guess what happens? This guy! Was sitting in MY SPOT on the roof
top! Me, playing it cool I sat by him. I wasn’t prepared though. I wasn’t
prepared because his voice came out and hit me like a truck.
“Hello.”
Is all this dude said. So I said hello back.
“Is this your spot?”
I said yeah.
“Do you want me to move?”
I think.. I over did it but I almost yelled no at him. And what does he do? He
just laughs a bit and he tells me his name. He tells me about himself a little
as if I was listening, but I was for some strange reason. He likes cherries,
his dad is here on business. His mom cooks amazing curry. He plays a game
called ‘Zelda’ , apparently his favorite game.
I could tell though, he was lonely.  He must of not had a lot of friends back
in his hometown. We talked all lunch period, but he did most of the talking. I
think we became friends then. And we still are friends. I walk him home every
day and we walk to school together at his corner. We go to the arcade, play my
favorite sport, baseball, which I’m going to be trying out for this spring.
There is just one huge problem between Noriaki and I. I finally soaked up
enough courage to try and ask him out. AND THIS IS HOW THAT WENT!
Just a week ago, Kakyoin and I were at his locker. Just playin in cool. I
swear! I was just about to ask Kakyoin on a date when guess who walked up!?
DIO! Dio… yeah fuckin Dio walks up, thinkin he’s cool shit and he corners MY
BOYFRIEND! And you know what this mother fucker says?
“You’re now my boyfriend, meet me outside the gate after school.”
Just like that! Not even a question! I was so pissed I wanted to ring that neck
of his but to my surprise Kakyoin didn’t even say NO! Kakyoin just nodded and
said OK! Who does that? Who just agrees to going out with a prick? Well I guess
Kakyoin wouldn’t know how much of a prick Dio really is but I certainly knew! I
told him too almost all the time. But Dio was and still is pretty popular.
Always being followed around by his group.
But no, so now my boyfriend is with DIO FUCKING BRANDO!
>>>>
Just as Jotaro wrote down all this thoughts and feelings, his older brother
Joseph opened the 14 year olds door without knocking.
“Hey Jotaro! Dinner is done!” The loud obnoxious middle child’s voice rang.
The journal he got Jotaro was threw at the brunette’s face but luckily for
Joseph, he ducked.
“Don’t you fuckin’ knock?” Jotaro said with a soft glare in his sibling’s
direction.
“Oooo are you writing?!” Joseph picked up the journal and became to read it but
he wasn’t really reading it.
“Dear Noriaki! Oh how I love thee! Let me count to the ways I love! One one
thousand! Two one thousand!” The teasing started in which Jotaro lost his nerve
and tackled the boy through the doorway.
Joseph knew Jotaro had a thing for his new friend, Kakyoin. He didn’t tell
anyone but he loves to tease Jotaro about it any chance he got.
“Fuck off Joseph!” Jotaro’s filthy words came out as he shook Joseph’s head
around by the collar of his shirt.
Out of the corner of Jotaro’s eye he saw the son of a bitch himself, Dio,
standing just a few feet from them. Jotaro’s teeth just grinded in his mouth as
he let his brother go to stand up, trying to stand taller than Dio but he was
still shorter.
“You.. in love with my muse?” Dio mocked as he walked passed the brothers,
stepping right over Joseph’s head.
“Uh? Jotaro doesn’t love anyone, only himself.” Joseph took immediate defense
for Jotaro. Even though he constantly teased him, he only loved his brother
just as much as he loved Jonathan or even Dio. Joseph’s family love out weighed
everyone no matter how much they disliked him. But on that note, who doesn’t
like Joseph?
“He isn’t a muse, he’s a person…” Jotaro cut off Joseph’s sentences with a hint
of absolute hate.
“A person can be a muse, look it up.” With his hands on his hips he walks down
the main hall stairs to the dining room.
“Why does he think he’s always hot shit?” Jotaro asked snatching up his journal
to toss it onto his desk.
“Oh lets see, a lot of girls like blonde hair, a lot of girls like tall, a lot
of girls like eyes that are not brown.” Joseph wasn’t helping.
“Come on stupid, or we’ll be late for dinner. And then we’ll have to get
squished to death by Holly’s breasts.” Jotaro grimaced as he shut his bedroom
door.
“Not a bad thing~” Joseph followed his younger brother while so making a small
game in his head as he approached the stairs.
For being 15 years old, Joseph sure acted like he was 5 instead. Jotaro could
never figure out why Joseph was always cheerful.
“Don’t you think Ms. Holly makes a great mom?” Joseph walked with Jotaro into
the dining hall were Jonathan and Dio had already placed themselves in their
assigned seats. Their father told them these were the only places they were
allowed to sit due to feuds. Jotaro would sit away from everyone, and if Dio
sat by him, Jotaro would not eat, or they would have a silverware fight under
the table. Jonathan and Dio were on one side, and Joseph and Jotaro on the
other side, Jotaro across from Jonathan and Joseph across from Dio.
“Yeah.. sure.” Jotaro said to Joseph’s question as he sat down.
Jonathan across the way was studying, his blue eyes scanned over the pages of
his book. Everyone knew he had an important test tomorrow so they didn’t bother
him.
“Where’s father?” Joseph asked peeking around in his chair over exaggerated
like.
“He won’t be here for a few days.” Ms. Holly walked in from the door coming
from the kitchen, pushing a big cart with four plates on it.
Joseph’s body move on it’s own as he helped Holly move the cart to the table,
serving everyone their individual plates.
“Let me help you, Ms. Holly~”
“Oh Joseph~ You’re always the sweetest~” Her hand pinched Joseph’s cheek.
He fluttered in delight from the compliment, if he were a dog his tail would be
beating against the air.
“Please join us, Ms. Holly.” Joseph offered hopefully, pulling out a seat for
her at the head of the table, their father’s seat.
“Oh no, Joseph I couldn’t.” Holly knew her place as the Joestar servant.
“No one will mind, right guys?” Joseph looked at his brothers for some support.
Jonathan placed his book down to be polite. The older Joestar stood as well and
took a few steps to gently take Holly’s hands. He guided her to sit down.
“Joseph go get her a plate.” Jonathan’s voice almost sounded like their
father’s.
Joseph does with the greatest of pleasure. Dio also helps out by getting her a
glass of water (because anything else was unacceptable at the dinner table).
Jotaro gave her his perfectly folded up silverware included with a napkin.
Holly felt so welcomed by all the boys she couldn’t help but blush. They made
her feel like one of the family, like the mother she always wanted to be. All
of these boys she raised as her own, Jotaro was probably her hardest
accomplishment but she finally got him to accept her loving kisses.
From Jonathan’s aspect, out of all the wet nurses they had, Holly was the
upmost best. Holly never slept with their father, she never punished the boys
for silly rule breaking (Mostly Jotaro). Always so kind and honest. As for Dio,
he viewed her as a mother, known as a mama’s boy, himself and Holly were close.
Not that Dio looked it, but he loved to plant with her in the garden which was
one of the ways they greatly bonded. Joseph and Holly were super close, more
like he was her puppy. He did anything she wanted. Last but not least, Jotaro
and Holly got along but Jotaro kept his distance as much as possible.
After Jonathan lead their Catholic prayer they all started to eat. Joseph, who
talked the most, told the most absurd stories making everyone either laugh or
crack a smile. Once dinner over Ms. Holly moved to clean up the mess. Jonathan
placed a hand on hers before she could move.
“Dio and I will get it, Ms. Holly.” He said while coming to his feet. “Dio, you
can dry and put away.”
Dio didn’t argue as he follow his brother into the kitchen.
Back in Jotaro’s room, the boy plopped on his bed, belly on mattress. Full
stomach and all he wished for sleep to take him over but the thoughts of his
new classmate Kakyoin kept bothering him from falling into slumber. He would
turn over onto his back, thinking about how the boy walked beside him. The hair
noodle that would bounce with each step. Jotaro felt himself get aroused as his
thoughts turned dirty. Wondering what Kakyoin moaned like, what was he hiding
under all those clothes? He wondered what his skin smelled like, or what he
kisses tasted like. It was never proper for a gentlemen to touch himself, but
Jotaro did not care. He also had no shame. The right hand made its way down
between Jotaro’s legs. Already he jerked on his growing member. With pleasure
shooting through him, his breath increased. He wondered if Kakyoin felt this
good, or maybe even better. Regardless of being a virgin, Jotaro watch a ton of
porn. Including a few guy on guy videos. Mostly for ideas of what he could do
to Kakyoin.
In the act of almost releasing himself none other than Joseph opened the door.
“Hey Jotaro I…”
Nearly jumping out of bed, Jotaro tried to pull the covers over himself before
Joseph could see anything.
“Don’t you fuckin’ knock! It’s 10 pm and we’re all suppose to be in bed!” A
pillow was chucked at the boy followed by the door slamming shut.
Admist his heart throbbing inside his chest Jotaro laid still for a few
moments. He could not believe Joseph caught him doing the dirty.  The boy also
didn’t want to wait any longer plus all of his pent up sexual frustration just
made him more angsty. His hand went back at it, along with his breath following
pursuit.
‘Kakyoin~ Kakyoin~’ These became Jotaro’s on going thought along with his
moving hand. Warm liquid dripped inside his hand once he finally reached his
maximum point. Under the blanket his other hand grabbed the tissues from the
nightstand to clean himself off. The boy finally felt relaxation threw out his
muscles along with the sleep overtaking him.
Inside Jotaro’s dreams, they were filled with mostly images of Kakyoin.
Twisting into failing grades, Joseph’s shocked face, back to Kakyoin. All
jumble up in his head mixed in thoughts pulled from his worried, fears, and
lust. His dreams could not prepare Jotaro for what laid ahead in his future.
Not Jonathan nor Joseph for that matter.
***** Prologue Part 2: Joseph's side *****
Chapter Summary
     Joseph writes about Caesar, Oh and here comes Jotaro... and Jonathan?
     Mmm...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dear Diary,
Your favorite writer here, Joseph Joestar. I have a lot to tell you about my
exciting day at school. It’s so awesome to be a sophomore! I think I’ve told
you this already. And as well as about the new kid in my home economics class.
Caesar Zepelli. My homeroom teacher’s son, Mr. William Zepelli. Apparently the
reason Caesar did not attend freshmen year when I did was due to Mr. Zepelli’s
wife. Caesar attended homeschool. I cannot express how thankful I am now that
Caesar has most of my classes with me. I’ll tell you again all this greatest
features. This guy, luscious blonde hair, his emerald green eyes shine. Two
rather cute birthmarks on his cheek bones. His lips are a soft peach color that
are full and round. Don’t forget the name Diary. Caesar Zepelli. The love of my
life, the apple of my eye, the air I breathe. I will marry this man one day,
but for now, he actually barely knows I exist unless we’re side by side on the
court.
We both play volleyball, our team name is; The Battle Tendency. Weird right?
Our coach Mr. Speedwagon I think came up with it. Oh this is my first time
mentioning our coach uh? Alright diary, I’ll tell you more, you sly thing you.
Mr. Speedwagon is not only our coach, but he is also our gym teacher for mostly
the whole school. He coaches every sport we have. I’ve already told you my two
older brothers Jonathan and Dio are on the rugby team called Phantom Blood. And
Jotaro, my younger brother is thinking of joining the baseball team called
Stardust Crusaders. So far in all of England, I think our team names are the
weirdest. We also have a swim team called Stone Ocean. And a basketball team
called Diamond Unbreakable. Most of the other sports don’t get too much
attention, mostly because a Joestar isn’t in them. Which is also weird because
the other teams don’t win either. The heck. But at least they try! My team has
won the past two years since I’ve joined. My freshmen year AND my sophomore
year is already looking super promising. As for my elder brothers Jonathan and
Dio, Phantom Blood has won almost 3 years in a row. Their dou playstyle has
never failed. Jonathan is super beefy, so he can withstand like, 5 men on him.
On the other hand, Dio is super big but he’s light on his feet. Once all the
attention is on Jonathan, my brother passes the ball to Dio and goal. Dio and
his fairy feet.
I’m sorry Diary, I can’t stop thinking about my Caesar. I think he’s the best
server ever. The way he jumps to smack the ball across the net is amazing. His
beautiful arm extending with his fist slamming against the ball. His hair will
bounce up around his face, and as if time stood still, sweat would bead off his
glorious chin.
>>> 
Joseph’s door opened with no knock to find Jotaro giving him a plain look.
“Stop writing porn and come down to the lake with me.”
“I’m not writing porn!” Joseph quickly covered his diary from Jotaro’s eyes.
The boy’s face was flushed with embarrassment.
His younger brother’s face grew a smirk as he moved closer to the desk.
“Is it about your imaginary boyfriend named Caesar?” Jotaro, who was quick,
yanked the book from under Joseph.
The boy at the desk stood up to try and get his book back.
“He isn’t imaginary! He’s real!” Joseph yelled with his hands each way until
Jotaro pushed his back against his brother’s chest.
“I’m sorry Diary, I can’t stop thinking about my Caesar. I think he’s the best
server ever. The way he jumps to smack the ball across the net is amazing. His
beautiful arm extending with his fist slamming against the ball. His hair will
bounce up around his face, and as if time stood still, sweat would bead off his
glorious chin.” Jotaro read the whole paragraph out loud.
By the time he finished Joseph’s foot kicked at the back on Jotaro’s knee,
making the boy fall. The book had finally returned to the rightful owner.
Jotaro snickered from the floor but looking up he saw that he really hurt his
brother’s feelings.
“y.. You’re a bully.” Joseph said, tears surfacing on his eyes.
The thing about Joseph, he never did like fighting unnecessary battles. He
didn’t enjoy fighting at all. Even though he knew how he would never raise
fighting words towards any of his siblings.  Jotaro realized he messed up.
Slowly coming to his feet along with his hands placed in his pockets and his
eyes looking down at the floor he mumbled;
“I’m sorry.”
Jotaro was never prepared for one of Joseph’s hugging embrace. Soft groans
escaped the younger boy’s lips as became an over-stuffed burrito.
“Forgiven!” Joseph shouted while still embracing his almost dead brother.
Another figured moved in the doorway making the two younger brothers jump. Come
to find out, it was just Jonathan.
“Hey guys… What is going on here? I heard some screams?” Jonathan spoke them
with upmost kindness.
“Uh? Nothing, just dying.” Jotaro said, Joseph’s arms were still around him.
This comment made Jonathan crack a little laugh.
“Well once you’re done dying, Jotaro, and once you’re do killing, Joseph, would
you both like to join me at the lake?”
Both Jotaro and Joseph were never invited to do anything with Jonathan so they
both jumped on the opportunity.
“y…yeah sure!” Jotaro tried not to sound too excited but Joseph could not
contain his.
“Yes sir!”
 All three blood brothers walked down to the lake on their huge estate. Joseph
once again doing most of the talking. All three boys took the same stride, same
hip sway, same shoulder movement. As if they were clones of the same person but
the only difference was in their personalities. Jonathan strong and quiet type,
Joseph the hyper active fun type, Jotaro the menacing fighter type. In time
they made their way down the path to the bench by the lake. Joseph plopped
right in the middle with Jonathan on his left and Jotaro on his right. The boys
enjoyed the view of the lake overlooking the forest beyond that. Jonathan broke
the silence first.
“I have… an odd question to ask both of you.”
His two younger siblings tilted their heads opposite of each other like
synchronized puppies.
“You have to promise not to tell anyone about this though… ok?”
This weird vibe Jonathan gave off made Joseph feel unease. The brunette,
amongst other things, was no good at keep certain secrets. Like the time Jotaro
and him broke the vase in the main hall. Joseph spilled the beans quicker than
his father could bat an eye.
“Promise.” The first to say it; Jotaro. He wanted to know the deep secret
Jonathan was keeping.
“I.. I promise.” Joseph said last, hoping it wasn’t anything life harming.
Jonathan became quiet for a while, both his brothers listen intensely as the
words rolled out of their brother’s lips.
“Do… you guys thinking liking another guy is wrong?”
‘Knew it.’ Jotaro just leaned back keeping his thoughts to himself.
“No! Not at all!” Joseph said fully believing he was right.
“But… The Bible says…” Jonathan started out, being the most religious out of
the 3 brothers.
“Fuck the Bible.” Jotaro said making the other two gasp in utter horror.
“Jotaro. We don’t fuck Bibles. We read them.” Joseph pointed out.
‘I’m already getting a headache.’ Thoughts from Jotaro bubbled again.
“Yes, Jonathan, The Bible says, something along the lines of ‘thou shall not
lay with another man like he does a woman’ but I think they could mean many
other things other than sex or even love. The Bible is meant for us to follow
more of guidelines than actual rules. I mean, if they were rules then wouldn’t
people have to pay way more money?”
“That’s fuckin’ bullshit, paying money to have your sins forgiven. That’s just
so they can build a stupid white church with pretty windows.” Jotaro followed
up.
“You shouldn’t talk that way about our church, Jotaro.” Jonathan’s voice went
from carefree to serious within seconds.
“Sorry.” Jotaro didn’t want to ruffle any feathers even though he was
disrespecting mostly Jonathan’s belief he, himself, still didn’t believe in God
or any Gods.
“Anyways, fellows! The bottom line is, the Bible’s words are more of guidelines
than rules and some guidelines don’t have to be followed.” Joseph explained for
the second time.
“Then explain murder, so murder is more of a guideline than a rule?” Jotaro
threw his curve ball like he always did.
“MURDER! Jotaro! Is wrong no matter how you look at it!” Joseph started to get
a little defensive.
“So.. I can’t murder Dio?”
“You can’t murder anyone, Jotaro!” Joseph’s voice was so loud it made the geese
next to them fly off.
Both of the younger siblings were basically at each other’s necks when they
heard a hearty laugh from Jonathan.
“You two crack me up…” Jonathan said leaning back against the bench while
wiping a happy tear from his eye. “But thank you… “
Joseph leaned into his bigger brother, starting to get nosey.
“Who is the lucky guy?”
Jonathan’s body jerked a bit with his face getting pink. He didn’t expect that
question.
“O..Oh I .. n.. No one.”
“Awe! Come on! I’ll tell you what guy I like, and Jotaro will tell you what guy
he likes.”
“I don’t like anyone!” Jotaro’s face became pink as well. “And your boyfriend
is imaginary.”
“He is not!” Loud wails came from Joseph while dramatically thrusting his body
back onto Jotaro’s lap and he kicked his legs onto Jonatha’s lap. “Ooo comfy!~”
Jotaro immediate reaction shoved his hands forward to push the boy off. Laying
on the ground, Joseph groaned against gravel.
“Ow…”
“Boys!” All three of them turned to see Holly outside on the back porch. “It’s
getting dark! Please come inside!”
Jonathan didn’t even notice. As the older brother, he led his siblings inside
after helping Joseph off the gravel path. Joseph bolted to the mansion so he
could receive a good night kiss on his cheek. Holly gave all her boys this kiss
but Jotaro was the only one who resisted. But alas, just when Jotaro walked
inside without one he would stop just before he hit the door.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Jotaro mumbled under his breath.
Holly graciously kissed his cheek with her soft sweet giggle. She loved her
boys, each one of them.
Back in Joseph’s room, the boy took his diary once again and plopped himself
onto his bed. He leaned against the head board as he opened to the last page.
>>> 
Sorry I’m back. Jotaro came to interrupt me again. Teasing me about Casear. Ah
Caesar. Casear is just so busy and Jotaro is too lazy. Maybe tomorrow I can
invite Caesar over. I hope he’ll show up. I can show him my room, or the pretty
lake. Maybe I can even get a kiss~ It would totally be my first kiss ever! From
my true love! That would be awesome! I’m gonna ask him to come tomorrow. Like,
what if he confesses to me first? Like, what if he comes onto me when we’re
alone? Like, what if we… do the do? Well I guess that would be possible to lose
your virginity to your true love. Speaking of that, Diary, how do two men have
sex? I’ve, with a ton of guilt, touched myself before but surely it doesn’t
work like what sex ED teaches you. Caesar obviously has the same parts at I do.
What if he’s bigger? Would that be weird if I’m bigger than him? What if he has
only one ball? What if he’s actually a girl? He’s kinda pretty enough to be
one. But I’ve seen him in the locker room, he as a pretty muscly chest. What if
he has both parts? Whoa that would be so weird. And cool! Like the best of both
worlds.
>>> 
Joseph’s body went heavy. The sleep took over him as he dropped his pencil and
his head tilted down. Strange enough, Joseph could sleep anyway he wanted.
Luckily for him though, Ms. Holly checked on all her boys to make sure they
were in their beds proper, mostly for Joseph’s sake. She would knock on the
door soft enough to not wake the young man. Shuffling in, she took his book,
not reading a word as she closed it and placed it in his nightstand so others
wouldn’t look at it. Ms. Holly carefully move the sleeping boy into a laying
down position. He would only struggle slightly until the covers were fully
pulled over him. Her lips pressed against his forehead then she would take her
leave, cracking the door.
“Good night, Joseph~” Holly’s whisper could not reach Joseph in his sleep, but
the thought was good enough.
The Joestar manor’s only quiet time was at night when all 4 boys were asleep. 
This gave Holly time to regain herself after a long day. It wasn’t like she
didn’t love them, more along the lines of it was hard raising 4 growing boys on
your own. Their father of course helped but Holly couldn’t imagine what it had
to be like for the wet nurses before her. Mr. George Joestar himself didn’t
make it easy either with all his advances, even though she did admit they were
not as sexual as they use to be. She started to see a more gentlemen like side
to Mr. Joestar, and to be honest with herself she liked it. But if she were to
mess up she would lose all her boys. Tears came to her eyes as she even thought
about such a horrible thing. Holly would wait to see where her own journey took
her.
Chapter End Notes
     Joseph is a cute little boy I can't held it!
***** Prologue Part 3: Jonathan's Side *****
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan has a lot of brewing internal issues that he cannot keep
     quiet. He loves his religion but his faith will not allow him to keep
     his thoughts peaceful.
I love Dio Brando.
>>> 
All that Jonathan could write was four simple words. That feeling just brewed
up inside him. So much sin. So much betrayal. So much lust. Jonathan Joestar
could not bare this feeling he had for his brother. His adoptive brother, Dio.
This was wrong, this was so very wrong. Even if his younger brothers said it
was ok, it was still wrong to think this way about a sibling. Dio and Jonathan
grew up together since birth, just like blood brothers would. Him and Dio
shared everything. Destructive as Dio might have been Jonathan became to feel
sort of addicted to that side. Like how in the super hero comics of Batman,
Batman could never live without his Joker. Jonathan could never live without
his Dio. His Dio. Jonathan just laughed to himself over the silly thought of
him calling Dio his.
His soft baby blue eyes glanced down back at his journal, Joseph, his younger
brother, gave him this journal to right down how he felt. An exercises of
emotions. Jonathan began to think the reason Joseph even gave him a journal was
so that Jotaro didn’t feel like he was being targeted for having outbursts. The
eldest boy thought he did a wonderful job keeping his emotions sealed away from
all of his relatives. Not a crack of bad behavior was shown all throughout
Jonathan’s life. To him, maybe the reason Jotaro acted bad all the time was to
gain some form of attention. Jotaro had a good knack for hiding his emotions
too, Jonathan knew something was hiding behind his brother’s eyes though.
Jonathan’s hand crept up the empty page to the top by his first 4 letter,
starting a new paragraph he began to write. He had to tell someone.
>>>
Dear Diary,
I know this is sinful but I do love my adoptive brother, Dio Brando.
>>> 
‘Sinner. Worthless. Useless.’ Jonathan’s tortured thoughts hit him like a
truck. The more he read his sentences the more it ate away at him. What would
his father think? What would his church community think? Not only was Dio
another man but Dio was ALSO his brother! Just because they were not blood
doesn’t mean they were not kin. All this also made his mind turn to his current
girlfriend Erina, she didn’t not deserve this, not any of it. The anxiety
started to make the Joestar hyperventilate.  He could feel his sweat leaking
out of him as the torture just became worse.
‘Sinner. You will burn in hell.’
A painful ache burned through Jonathan’s chest while he tried to regain a
normal breath. While tears covered his eyes a hand was gripping his own shirt.
Curled up against the desk he stared at the words in his journal. In a fit of
rage, Jonathan’s other hand slammed down on the unfulfilled page and he ripped
it right now.
‘You will never be accepted if you continue on that path of sin.’
Crumpling the piece of paper up, he retrieve the lighter from his desk drawer.
Without another thought he set the paper a flame and tossed in into his metal
trash bin. Getting on his knees in front of it, his hands were placed together
as he started to beg for forgiveness.
“Dear Heavenly Father, Please forgive me for having such wick sickly thoughts.”
Jonathan only could begin before he heard a knock on the door.
“Jonathan? Do you smell smoke?” It was Dio. “JoJo… Answer me or I’m coming in.”
Jonathan did not answer. He just wanted to be left alone to pray, every time he
was near Dio his faith would just crumple away into nothing. The blonde haired
man didn’t take being ignore too well as he slammed the door open. In a rushed
reaction to the fire, Dio quickly put it out with Jonathan’s water glass on his
desk.
“What in blazes are you doing?!” Dio asked in an uproar to the man still
praying on the floor.
“Dio… You’re interrupting my prayer time.”
“While there was a fire? Are you insane?”
“It was controlled.” Jonathan didn’t even want to look up at Dio, he knew he
probably looked down right a mess, he thanked God the lighting was poor in his
room at the moment. But alas Dio had been more observant then Jonathan gave him
credit for.
“You’re crying…” Dio took a knee by his brother while reaching an extended hand
to touch Jonathan’s cheek.
Defensively the Joestar smacked his hand and stood up in a rush. His sleeve
rubbed gentle rubbed at his nose.
“Get out.”
“JoJo… What is…” Dio became only to be shut down.
“I said get out! You broke my prayer now I have to start over!” Jonathan kept
his head down so Dio wouldn’t see the new tears forming in his eyes.
His brother just scoffed while turning to leave.
“Last time I care for you.” Dio remarked as he stormed out of the boy’s room.
‘Worthless. Pathetic. Sinner.’
Jonathan could feel himself get wobbly at the knees. He managed to get beside
his bed. Falling to his knees at his bedside his hands came back up to the
prayer motion.
‘Useless. Worthless.’
No matter how much the boy prayed his lingering thoughts would not disperse.
The tears once again flooded down his cheeks as he gave up his pray position to
lean against the edges of the mattress. Just as all hope from the boy was lost,
a soft feminine hand pressed against his broad shoulder. The warmth from this
angel’s touch made Jonathan feel strength again. He did not move but the figure
slowly sat on the bed beside him. The boy moved his face over to the lap. The
smell of fresh linen and vanilla filled the void in Jonathan’s soul. There was
only one person who smelled so sweet at all times.
Ms. Holly.
He felt her small fingers comb through his blue tinted hair. Her angelic
singing hum came from her throat, hoping to calm his nerves. God sent this
woman to the Joestars not only to raise them but to put forgiveness inside
Jonathan, this is how he thought. All the bad thoughts just disappeared as
Holly did her motherly thing.
‘What an angel.’
Little did Jonathan know but Dio was the one who went to get Holly. The blonde
leaned against the wall just outside of Jonathan’s room. He, too, listened to
the holy sound coming from their ‘mother’. Dio knew Jonathan was in good hands
as he pushed himself off the wall to walk back to his room just next door. To
be honest with himself, Dio only cared about two people. The rest did not
matter if they died or lived. You could say this was probably a brew of a
mental disorder. Dio Brando did not see the reason to love or care for others
when everyone around him was just looking out for themselves. He knew he wasn’t
a real Joestar, and even so George could, at any time put him into foster home.
This is why Dio tried to be better than all the Joestar boys, to prove he could
be a ‘good influence’. He didn’t have to fight too hard in the beginning for
his position in first, but now that Jonathan and himself became older this
turned into a struggle to be the best son. He knew Joseph and Jotaro didn’t
have a chance. But Jonathan, despite of being ‘perfect’ must have some sort of
secret. To humiliate Jonathan was just one of Dio’s favorite games. As twisted
as it sounded, he deeply cared for JoJo, but he also loved to watch him suffer.
It thrilled Dio to stab JoJo in the back then turn around and help him back to
his feet. Jonathan was so easy to fool. Dio didn’t quite understand why, JoJo’s
IQ surpassed both of his brothers and yet they were not fooled so easily by
Dio’s tricks, especially the snot nose brat, Jotaro.
‘Give it some rest, Dio. You must rest for tomorrow is another big day.’ Dio
told himself through his thoughts.
With the rest of everyone else in the manor, Jonathan still had his head placed
upon Holly’s lap. Holly did not pry at his problems the whole time. She just
comforted him, all she wanted to know is if her baby boy was going to be ok. He
wanted to tell Holly, he trusted her with all his being. Worry would always set
in, if she told his father, he would probably get lashed for homoerotic
thoughts. Jonathan built up enough courage, just wanting some form of
acceptance from a parent like person.
“Ms. Holly?” Jonathan’s scratched up voice came out.
“Yes, Sweety?”
“Is… it ok to like … other boys?”
The question had been said and just like that, the voices inside Jonathan’s
head rushed in.
‘Worthless. Pathetic. Useless.’
“Do you mean, romantic relationships with another boy?” Holly needed
clarification.
Jonathan’s lite up in tears again just thinking of the worse possible outcome.
The boy just gave a nod with his head hiding against her dress.
“No. That is no wrong, Jonathan. As long as it’s for love, nothing is wrong
with that.”
The relief from Holly’s words vanquished the voices on the spot. He absolutely
believed her. But questions still arose. With his face looking up at her he
began.
“But… The Bible says…” Jonathan started out like he did with his brothers.
Holly’s finger softly pushed against the boy’s lips as she shook her head.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully Jonathan Joestar. You know I,
myself, follow no church, but when I say God loves all, he does. No matter what
you do, Jonathan, no one can take away the love God has for you. No one, for
that matter, has the right to judge you for liking another boy. You, Mr.
Jonathan, must follow what’s in here.” Her hand placed against the boy’s chest.
“Your heart will guided you, do not let your faith guide you, your faith will
follow. You are not bad, Jonathan. You are a strong growing man who is well on
his way. Do not let others sway what you believe is right. Others will tell you
it is wrong, but what do they know when they are not you.”
The only thing Jonathan could do was sniffle. He let Holly’s words soak in,
trying to get them to make sense. As right as she was, he could not shake the
feeling of hatred that his father would place upon him.
“Please. Do not tell anyone about this?” Jonathan’s last request mumbled
against the fabric of Holly’s dress.
“I promise, this conversation is just between the two of us.”
The ease finally settled but he did not want to let her go. After a few more
minutes past, the woman helped the boy onto his feet and helped him lay down in
his bed. She tucked him in like he was a small child and she placed a soft
smooch on his forehead.
“You get some sleep now deary. You’ve had a long day and I know someone has
rugby practice tomorrow~” She said gleefully. (<Holly loves to attend all of
her boys’ games.)
Once Holly left the room, Jonathan’s body was pretty dead. He could feel almost
all his muscles just relax and for some reason he grew happy. Maybe it was from
all the hormones released in his brain after he cried or it could be what Holly
said. Either way, Jonathan took to sleep with the greatest of ease with only
pleasant dreams following closely behind.
***** Join the Stardust Crusaders! *****
Chapter Summary
     Jotaro's tryouts... with Kakyoin watching.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Skip the Bonus on Ch. 4 if you don't like forced sexual
     activities.
Amidst all the worry Jotaro had at the beginning of baseball practice it seemed
to melt away when he saw Noriaki Kakyoin sitting in the stands. He wore pretty
tight jeans with a green turtle neck. (This guy always wore green) Kakyoin has
dangly cherry looking ear rings with a bag that said ‘Hierophant’ across the
opening lip. His purple eyes shined while he looked at Jotaro from the first
seat closest to the playing field.
‘So pretty.’
A baseball mit collapsed on Jotaro’s head, when he went to go punch whoever was
at the other end he stopped rather quickly. Mr. Robert Speedwagon looked down
at the boy with a soft smile. His stupid (<Stupid to Jotaro) hair showed his
age, total 80’s hair style looking mullet.
“You know if you want to impress him, how about hitting a homerun on your first
type.”
Jotaro’s body clenched up when Speedwagon said that. In case anyone didn’t
know, Mr. Speedwagon is everyone’s coach for their school, not only that, he is
also their gym teacher. Pretty laid back but he did a good job of keeping
everyone out of trouble (for the most part). Mr. Speedwagon seemed to notice
the more Joestar boys he watched over the older he felt.
“What the fuc…” Jotaro held his words back before just turning away, he was
boosting with over confidence.
‘I’ll show you old man. And I’ll show Noriaki. Every ball I hit is gonna be a
home run.’
Jotaro’s thought just got him all pumped up. Once everyone who was trying out
took their seats they patiently waited to be called. He looked cool on the
outside, but on the inside raged a fire. He didn’t want to wait to be called so
he got up when Speedwagon called the 5th name.
“Jotaro, you are not Samuel.” Speedwagon mentioned.
The boy became a little embarrassed as he could of sworn his name was called,
but he played it off cool, because that’s what cool guy do.
“I’m tired of waiting. Let me show you guys how it’s done.” Jotaro let the
words slide right out of his mouth.
Up til this point, all 4 people that had been called sucked pretty bad, Jotaro
knew. Their stand was off, they looked away from the ball. Simple stuff that
Jotaro had already mastered.
Speedwagon chuckled lightly, Jotaro was a lot more cocky than his other two
brothers. He started to write down Jotaro’s name, getting his try out page
ready.
“Batter up!” Speedwagon hollered to the pitcher on the mound.
Jotaro’s excitement almost took him over but remaining cool, mostly to impress
Kakyoin.  The boy grabbed his purple/blue metal bat with a dark yellow star at
the base of it. He tapped it on the bottom of his shoes, pointed the bat at the
pitcher then swung it over his shoulder. He didn’t even practice swinging. The
pitcher on the mound defiantly smirked as he twisted up and threw a curve ball.
“STRIKE!”
The absolute embarrassment filled Jotaro up as he missed. He could see Noriaki
from the stands, sitting up more now as he knew the guy had been watching.
‘FUCK!’ Jotaro’s mind scrambled up.
Speedwagon just crossed his arms, he knew it was just karma paying Jotaro a
little visit. Joseph did the same things when he was a freshmen trying to join
their volleyball team.
Jotaro wasn’t going to let one ball defeat him, kicking his ass in gear he
rotated his shoulders and shook it off. He swung one practice swing then
readied up. This time he watched the pitcher more closely. As he twisted up he
analyzed the possibilities of what the throw was going to be.
‘Another curve.’
“Ooorrrraaa!” Jotaro let out his signature word as he swung. He didn’t know
what it meant, or where it came from, but he liked it. It made him feel
powerful.
Swinging his bat as hard as the boy could muster, the sound of metal hit, the
small crowd gasped and Noriaki, - impressed. Not only was it a homerun, but
Speedwagon knew it had to be the farthest the ball has gone.
Jotaro Kujo made it into the Stardust Crusaders baseball team. Just as
everything was getting wrapped up, Jotaro heard a faint yell in the distance,
as it got closer, the face of disgusted showed up.
Joseph, Polnareff, and Abdul. (< Not so much disgusted towards Abdul though.)
“What are you guys doing here?” Jotaro asked them. “I already made it onto the
team.”
Polnareff huffed as he arm was wrapped around Joseph’s and Joseph’s around
Polnareff’s.
“We came to all try out!” Joseph shouted with a thumbs up.
“Uh you’re not!” Jotaro told Joseph. “This is my sport. You have your sport.”
Joseph frowned. “I want to join my little brother on a team is that so much of
a big deal?”
Abdul had already got ahead and told Speedwagon. Polnareff followed Abdul like
a little puppy, blushing every once in a while pushing his fingers together
nervously, hoping Abdul would notice him. Joseph noticed though, he had a knack
for knowing who liked who. And proud of it! But he didn’t want to embarrass
Polnareff too much, he was kind of a cry baby.
Speedwagon accepted all 3 boys but then something else happened. Noriaki ran
down from the stands with his bag.
“Wait I want to try out too~” Kakyoin huffed as he ran all the way over,
already out of breath.
Jotaro’s heart sped up when he heard Noriaki saying he wanted to join. He
snapped over at Speedwagon and it was as if the man could read the boy’s
thoughts.
‘Even if he totally sucks I’ll pick up his sack.’
The teacher gave in as he wrote down Noriaki’s information.
First up, Joseph Joestar. He passed with ease. Nothing less expected. Abdul
wasn’t too bad himself either, strudy young man with a great pitching arm.
Polnareff, also wasn’t too bad, but he wasn’t the greatest batter, mostly
because he kept looking over at Abdul and not paying attention to the ball.
“What is he looking at?” Abdul would ask Joseph during Polnareff’s try outs.
“You.” Joseph responded pretty plainly.
“What?” Abdul's blush couldn’t be seen under his dark skin, but Joseph knew,
Joseph knew all.
Jotaro’s excitement picked up again as he watched Kakyoin take a bat. In a rush
he ran up to Kakyoin and offered his bat.
“This is the best bat in the world, if you have trouble seeing the ball, it’ll
stop time.” Jotaro said, wanting Kakyoin to do well. But he knew was a total
nerd so he didn’t have high hopes for him.
“Why thank you Jotaro.” Kakyoin took the bat with a soft head bow.
Both boys went to their spots and Noriaki positioned himself, taking a few
practice swings. Jotaro’s nerves racked up because he thought Kakyoin’s stand
was off. The pitcher on the mound felt kind of bad for the nerd, so he threw a
straight ball.
No one would of guessed what happened next.
<Tink!>
Noriaki hit the ball so hard it zoomed over the fence. Home run. Everyone,
besides Avdol (because he never judged a book by its’ cover), was dumbfounded.
Kakyoin looked back at everyone that was staring at him and he froze up a bit.
“W..what? Did.. I do good?” He asked.
<…>
2 hours had passed since try outs, Jotaro and his group of friend hung out for
a bit mostly letting everyone get to know Kakyoin since he obviously made it
for the team. After hanging out, Kakyoin and himself spilt off from the group
and walked side by side by the soccer field.
“What’s Heropant mean?” Jotaro asked totally butchering the name on Kakyoin’s
bag.
Noriaki just laughed a bit as he said, “It’s Hierophant. It means a person,
especially a priest in ancient Greece, who interprets sacred mysteries or
esoteric principles. BUT Hierophant is also the same card I get every time when
I play with my tarot cards. It means, help show the path towards fulfillment.”
“You believe in that shit?” Jotaro asks.
Kakyoin just gave another laugh, “You shouldn’t look so down upon it when you
don’t even know about it. It’s strange, but I feel as though I know Hierophant
personally. Like, just like, I have a feeling, I know you.” His purple eyes
glanced up in Jotaro’s direction.
Jotaro’s heart pounded inside his chest, but he tried to scoff it off.
“What do you mean? Know me?”
“Do you believe in reincarnation? Or maybe other worlds? Universes other than
our own?” Kakyoin asked.
“Uh? No.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not a, ‘see what’s out there’ kinda guy. But if
you must know, I have a 6th sense.” Noriaki boasted.
“What do you mean, a 6th sense?”
“Well you know have you have 5 senses? Taste, smell, sight, touch, sound? Well
I have thing 6th sense about people. It’s … well it feels like an energy burst
when I’m around certain people. If I focus really hard, I can tell who it is
without even seeing them.”
Jotaro looked unbelievably at him. “What?”
“It’s true! I can tell when you’re just around the corner.” Kakyoin’s face
started to blush. “Your energy feels heroic with a hint of Mr. Bad Boy.” There
was a soft giggle against Kakyoin’s hand.
‘Oh fuck he’s cute.’ Jotaro’s thoughts started to wonder off.
Kakyoin’s laugh ceased as he gasped a bit in horror.
“Dio…”
“Dio? What about that prick?” Jotaro asked and not before too long, there was
Dio, walking up behind them.
“With my boyfriend again?” Dio asked Jotaro with a frown. “Are you cheating on
me?” The other questions towards Kakyoin.
“N.. No we’re just friends.” Kakyoin said, his attitude changed, becoming more
timid.
“Good.” Dio walked right up to Kakyoin, leaning down he kissed the boy right in
front of Jotaro.
The fists from Jotaro clenched up, trying to remain calm but he couldn’t
control how the hate radiating from his eyes. Watching their lips mesh just
made Jotaro’s blood boil. How dare he spoil his boyfriend in front of him, he
knew Kakyoin wasn’t really his boyfriend but Dio’s but, he just felt the need
to call Kakyoin his.
Noriaki didn’t fight back, more along the lines of he was scared. Something
about Dio chilled Kakyoin to the bone, that was a reason he didn’t argue with
Dio when he asked him out. Another reason is that, he could never be with
Jotaro.  He didn’t have a chance, he thought he was lucky enough to get Dio to
like him.
“Come on.” Dio grabbed Kakyoin’s wrist rather harshly. “I have something to
show you.”
While wince Kakyoin begged Dio with one thing, “W..Wait please.. I .. I want
to…have Jotaro do something for me.”
“Why can’t I do i? I am your boyfriend.” Dio raised to argue but also loved
watching the boy beg.
“P…Please..” Noriaki asked, his body shaking lightly.
Dio releases Kakyoin then crossed his arms.
“Do it quickly.”
Noriaki shuffled through his bag, pulling out a small desk of big cards. He
shuffled them while walking up to Jotaro. And fanned them out face down. He
gulped softly as his eyes looked up at Jotaro with a soft despair.
“Please choose one.” He asked from the black haired boy.
Jotaro stared down at the cards for a moment, then his hands scanned across
them slowly. He finally picked up and held it up.
“What’s Star mean?” He asks.
Kakyoin’s breath slowed down as he just smiled in happiness, knowing something
Jotaro did not know. A week ago, while Kakyoin played with his cards, he was
paired with The Star through the Lovers card. This made Kakyoin feel warm
inside, feeling the slightest of hope.
“The Star's presence signifies a period of respite and renewal for you. This
renewal may be spiritual, physical, or both. It is a particularly positive sign
if you or someone close is recovering from illness or injury. It is a light in
the darkness, illuminating your future and your past.” Kakyoin said.
“Enough of your stupid card games. Come on.” Dio grabbed Noriaki’s wrist again,
dragging him away.
“W..Wait your card!” He held up The Star.
Over thrilled even with the pain from his wrist Kakyoin yelled to Jotaro. “Keep
it safe until tomorrow!~”
>>>
Today I got accepted onto the Stardust Crusaders baseball team. This is my big
moment, to outshine both of my friends. But guess what? Joseph is on my team,
I’ll just have to prove to be the better player.
Kakyoin joined too, so did Polnareff and Avdol. We’re going to have a great
year, I can feel it. Speaking of feel it, Kakyoin said some weird stuff today.
Going on about stupid other universes crap. I wanted to walk him home today but
fuckin Dio pulled him away. Speaking of Dio, he also kissed Noriaki in front of
me. I wonder if that was their first kiss? I wonder if Kakyoin thinks about
kissing me. What is it like to kiss Kakyoin?
Anyways! I have this card, called The Star. Pretty accurate if you think about
it. Center of all the attention. That’s pretty strange isn’t it? Kakyoin also
said he could feel my presence. It was freakin me out when he could sense Dio
was right behind us. Noriaki is so weird but cute. I wonder what Dio wanted to
show him.
>>>
(Bonus)
In the high school boy’s bathroom after all classes were over, Dio had Noriaki
sitting on the toilet in a middle stall. The blonde was looking down at
Noriaki’s cute scared looking face. His hands come up to either side of his
head, pulling Kakyoin’s face closer to his crotch.
“Wh..what are you?” Kakyoin asked pushing his waist away with his own hands.
“I think our relationship has gone far enough without any reward. So the is
your reward.” Dio said as he grabbed a handful of Kakyoin’s hair and yanked him
against the zipper of his pants.
Noriaki’s useless struggles were pretty weak but he was forced to his knees in
front of the older boy. He didn’t want to, he didn’t want to do anything like
this. Not with Dio, not with anyone he could think of at the moment. He
couldn’t say no, his voice couldn’t let out the cries for help while watching
Dio unzip himself. Feeling the hard skin from the older boy’s lower area hit
Kakyoin’s cheek just made him jump back in disgust. The firm grip on his red
hair made it impossible to escape.
“Don’t bite it. Or I’ll put it in a different hole.” Dio smirked as pushed his
tip against Noriaki’s perfect little lips.
His mouth was only slight open before Dio rudely shoved his member in.
“Ah your teeth!” Dio’s hand roughly tugged on Kakyoin’s locks once again.
“Round your lips and open your mouth.” He commanded down to his little sex toy.
Norikai did his best to open his mouth a little wider with his lips curved
around Dio’s cock. Letting Dio violate him, Noriaki’s mind slipped off into a
daydream. Inside his dream he felt Jotaro. He even started to imagine this was
Jotaro’s he was doing it to. He just became more aroused at the thoughts of
Jotaro being this rough with him. Noriaki even started to bob his head while
taking this member easily down his throat. Dio moaned as he started to enjoy it
more and more Kakyoin took control.
“You like that don’t you?” Dio said while running his long fingers through
Noriaki’s hair.
Not hearing a word Kakyoin just got faster with his eyes closed his thoughts
took him away.
‘Jotaro~ Jotaro~’
A warm liquid filled Kakyoin’s mouth with having no choice but to swallow. Once
he pulled away, his eyes were glazed over with lust as he said 3 syllables Dio
did not want to hear.
“Jo-ta-ro~”                           
A painful strike landed across Kakyoin’s cheek. He hit his head pretty hard
against the wall of the stall. What did he say, what did he do? Noriaki
couldn’t remember but he heard Dio shout at him.
“You fuckin’ slut!”
Another shot of pain rushed through Kakyoin’s stomach as he saw Dio’s heel
being planted into it. He blacked in and out of vision with the sound of Dio
storming off. Laying in the bathroom, Kakyoin to regain some focus. But it was
no use. Noriaki gave up as he laid there on the floor. He wasn’t sad or in much
pain, but happiness. All Kakyoin could think about was Jotaro drawing The Star.
He drew the card of Hierophant’s love interest. Before passing out, the last
person on Noriaki’s mind was Jotaro.
(For the reader’s sake, Noriaki Kakyoin is ok. The janitor found him before the
school closed for the day, he was taken into the hospital and is doing just
fine! He did not tell anyone what happened, too scared to let anyone know the
embarrassment he felt.)
***** He's Not My Thing *****
Chapter Summary
     After joining the Stardust Crusader's baseball team, Joseph and Avdol
     chat then depart from each other, but then Caesar is caught by Joseph
     and invite him to a game of one on one volleyball, but Joseph is
     starting to see Caesar isn't as charming as he thought.
Chapter Notes
     Bonus: Jean Polnareff/Muhammad Avdol short.
     Please Enjoy!
Once Jotaro and Kakyoin headed towards the soccer field, Joseph and Avdol
booked it towards the school courtyard. Polnareff following behind them. The
silver haired boy behind the two sophomores started to feel out of place, he
also felt out of place with Jotaro and Kakyoin too. He began to wonder if Avdol
would ever notice him other than being with the friends group. In a depressed
fashion, Jean told the two boys;
“Hey I’m.. gonna go home.”
Without a word from his peers he fled the scene. Avdol and Joseph watched the
boy run out of sight. This, in Joseph’s mind, was the perfect time to
investigate Avdol about possibly being a love interest to Polnareff.
“SSOO!” Joseph said loud enough to make Avdol jump a bit and look in his
direction with his eyes slightly wide.
“Do you like Jean?” Joseph’s eyes became narrow as he asked his dark skinned
friend the question.
“Of course I like Jean. We are good friends.” Avdol put pretty simply while
both boys sat down on the bench.
“Nnnooo! Like. Like him.”
“Oh… No. I do not.” Avdol’s face showed concern. “But if Jean likes me, I would
not stop being friends with him, but I cannot accept his feelings.”
Joseph felt defeated, he tried to think of another way while still pushing the
issue.
“Why don’t you… just give it a try? Ya know. Just, to try, and see if you like
him?”
“Because that would not be fair to Jean if I ended up not liking him. Plus,
Joseph, I am not into guys.” Avdol could tell Joseph wanted the best for
Polnareff, Joseph was someone who cared about all his friends, no matter the
danger.
“You know though, It sure would mean a lot to him… like, a lot a lot. And just
tell him that, just say, ‘Jean, I’m gonna go on this date with you, but if I
don’t like you, I’d still like to be friends.’ He isn’t that stupid, Avdol. He
has more smarts when it comes to feelings. I’m sure he’ll respect your
boundaries.” Joseph sure milked this for all it was worth.
Avdol started to think about it. He did think of Jean as a good person, he was
kind, smart when it came to strategies, funny, and maybe even possibly a little
cute. Jean’s light freckles across his nose made Avdol feel that way.
“Ok. I should go catch up with him then.” Avdol hopped up from the bench, with
parting good byes Avdol broke into a jog.
Inside Joseph’s mental state he cheered himself on. He thought he was the
greatest friend anyone could have. Honest and true through and through and by
golly he stayed that way. The boy couldn’t help but think about if Avdol and
Jean would actually get together. It would be cool if they stayed together
through high school and even into college. They’d have to tell their children
how they got together. All because their uncle Joseph worked his magic. While
daydreaming about his friends’ married life, Joseph got a whiff of a similar
scent.
‘Caesar~’
The smell of a lilac shampoo with a hint of honey. Everyone swore Joseph was
part blood-hound. His super sense of smell had its’ advantages.
Coming onto this feet, the boy zipped around to look for his true love. Just as
he spotted him, his loud voice got the other boy’s attention.
“Caesar!”
Caesar had just come out of the main hall doors and was well on his way to the
gated entrance. When stopping to see Joseph he gave a slight disgust look.
Joseph approached him, he contained himself from getting too excited.
“Hey~ How’s it going?”
“I’m fine.” Caesar responded plainly.
“Oh okay. Um? So I was wondering. Would you like to come over to my place?
After school today?” Joseph was pretty straight forward with his question.
“Why?” Caesar asked, having his eyes squint a little.
A panic flooded Joseph’s mind for a spilt second, come over to make out, of
course, was Joseph’s thought but he couldn’t just say that. A quick excuse
arrived in his mind just on time.
“Practice. Volleyball Practice.”
Caesar had a questionable look on his face towards his teammate. Caesar?
Practice with a weakling like Joseph? He thought not, but he could show off his
amazing skills to this newbie.
“Sure, why not? Lead the way.” A cunning smirk showed up on the Italian’s face.

The boy remained calm while leading Caesar to his home. The long walk home made
Joseph almost talk Caesar’s ear off if it had not been for a few ladies that
pasted by him it might not have been worth it. He would wink at a few of them,
knowing his looks far surpassed anyone he knew. If he placed a questionnaire at
the school between who was hotter, Dio or himself, Caesar would obviously win.
This was just how cocky the sophomore thought himself. To an actual surprise,
Joseph noticed and his attraction towards Caesar weakened.
‘Was he really always this high and mighty?’
How come Joseph never noticed before, then again, they only had practice
together three times before. Barely even getting to play with each other.
Joseph realized he only saw Caesar at a distance. Coming face to face now, he
wondered if Caesar was only just a pretty face.
Finally arriving home, Joseph led Caesar to the back getting the volleyball
from the shed. The Joestar’s back yard consist of many things. A nice dark
wooden porch, complete with family table and a double grill. This opened up a
stairway to full size basketball/volleyball court. And off that, a man made
gravel path that led down to the boat house on the lake. Ramp included beside
the boat house. Just want every spoiled boy needed.
“Are you prepared to get schooled, Joseph?” Caesar announced, taking his
position on the court. “One on One, winner buys the loser a soda from school
tomorrow.”
Joseph’s nerves were beginning to stand on the end, what was with this guy? Why
was he acting like this? Wasn’t he suppose to be his true love?
With the ball in hand, the Joestar just nodded before setting up the first
round, serving it over.
“First one to five wins!” Not the one to lose, Caesar charged up to the spike
ball and with a jump he slammed his fist against it. Sending the ball to the
ground beside Joseph’s feet.
“Oh look at that, One to Zero.” Caesar said.
A fire burned in the brunette’s belly as he went to go get the ball. He didn’t
like this Caesar, he didn’t like him at all. The Italian should have been
whispering sweet nothings into Joseph’s ear. They should have been by the lake
by now, making out by the sunset. Joseph should be losing his virginity by now.
BUT NO! Not to this asshole! Never was Joseph so wrong about one person before,
he honestly thought, this prick was his true love?
The ball made it into Caesar’s chest roughly by the hand of Joseph. He just
smirked as it was his turn to setup the round. Caesar’s perfect form set the
ball whizzing to the other side. Joseph did not like looking like a fool. Doing
the same thing Caesar did, Joseph charged the net and spike it to the ground
before the ball made it over. Caesar stood there, only slightly impressed.
‘This might be a fun game after all.’ The Italian’s thoughts roamed in his
head, enjoying the competition.
Without giving Caesar time to reaction, Joseph already started to serves. The
blonde moved quickly to bounce the ball back other the net. If only Caesar had
paid more attention he would’ve won that round but Joseph on the offensive, set
it then hurling the ball back over. It slammed onto the ground from Joseph’s
mighty strike.
“Two to One.” Joseph snarled at him.
The game went on for only ten minutes but within those ten minutes, Joseph’s
angry burned more for Caesar. All the boy could think about was being better
than him. Why did the guy he like have to end up like this? Why couldn’t Caesar
be sweet and charming to him like he did with all the girls at their school.
Why did he have to pick a self-righteous prick to be his true love? These were
the many questions upon questions that fueled Joseph’s fire.
Four to four with Joseph serving the last ball. Both boys’ were dripping in
swear, their eyes glaring into other each’s eyes from across the court. Caesar
knew how he was going to win. But nothing ever goes as planned. Just as soon as
Joseph served the ball, they both charged the net. Just like the first play,
Caesar went to automatically spike it. Unaware of Joseph’s position the ball
smacked the boy directly in the face. Falling to the ground with blood dripping
from his nose, Joseph could also feel the pain branch out in his body.
“Winner!~” Caesar yelled out triumphantly. “You owe me a soda! Joestar!”
He couldn’t believe how insensitive the bastard was. He was just hit in the
face and all Caesar cared about was his beverage. Joseph’s fury erased the all
the pain, all that could be felt was pure digust. He let out a calm enough
breath as he slowly sat up, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. Blood
trickling down his mouth. His eyes dead set on Caesar. Oh how he wanted to
punch that smirk right off the boy’s face.
“Get off my property…”
“Excuse me?” Caesar’s smirk did fade once he heard the boy speak. The smirk
turned to concern once the sight of blood hit his eyes.
“Get off my property!” Joseph ruffled himself all up. He came to his feet in an
uproar, yelling the words again. “Can’t you hear?! Get off! MY! Property!”
Caesar’s eyes widen a bit, he wanted to ask if Joseph was alright but instead
he bolted home. Joseph would watch the boy disappear before he took his rampage
inside. His legs flying up the stairs, even past Holly who just happen to be
carrying a basket of laundry.
“Joseph?” Holly would call out but the boy was in too deep.
His door harshly slammed making the woman jump. Not caring as his blood dripped
from his chin onto his clothes and eventually the floor. His hands quickly
grabbed his journal and opened it up to the first page of words. Joseph began
to rip every page out with Caesar’s name on it. His hopes were crushed under
the weight of unknown. The tears that burned his eyes were held back. He
refused to cry over a worthless piece of shit. Joseph wouldn’t let himself cry
over someone who was so cruel. The journal was thrown across the room before
the boy landed onto his bed. The room had been destroyed by the paper but
Joseph didn’t really care. He felt better. Sitting up again he held his head
back, clamping his nose. If he got blood on his sheets, Holly might throw a
fit. It hurt but to Joseph is was better than feeling depressed. Better than
feeling unwanted. After cleaning up he went straight to bed, locking his door
and shutting the world out. Holly would ask him to open up but he refused. He
just wanted to be alone.
Bonus:
Jean Polnareff heard running footsteps coming from behind him, ready for action
he quickly turned in a ninja style stance. To his surprise, it was just Avdol.
Wait Avdol! Polnareff turned into a nerves jumble real fast. A laugher from the
older boy’s lips made the French boy’s heart skip a beat.
“Were you about ready to fight me?” Avdol asked in ear shot of Jean. He huffed
softly from his rather enjoyable jog.
“Y…yeah.” Polnareff stuttered. He, alone with Avdol. He was finally alone with
Avdol! Jean’s thoughts kept racing back to when he first developed a crush on
the Egyptian. And to be honest, it was the first day Jotaro introduced him to
his brother and Avdol. Polnareff knew by the age of 8 he liked guys but he
never found himself so attracted to someone who was. . . dark skinned. He liked
the typical white British man usually but Avdol was a whole new ball game. His
large hands, broad shoulders, deep golden brown eyes, all these things made
Polnareff weak at the knees.
“If you’re gonna fight me, put them up.” Avdul’s hands came up to block
himself.
Polnareff just gave an uneasy laugh.
“No No I’m not going to fight you, I just… didn’t know who was behind me.”
Avdol’s hands came down, one placed on his hip while the other hang down. “Why
are you nervous, my friend?” He had an idea of why Jean was nerves just by
having the talk with Joseph a few minutes ago.
Jean tried to avoid this situation all together. “Nah I’m ok. Hey..” This was a
perfect opportunity to get some one on one time with him though. “I was just on
my way. . . to the arcade, wanna go?”
“I thought you said you were on your way home.” Avdol asked, at this point he
just teased his kouhai.
“Well .. well I was but since you’re here, do you wanna go?” Polnareff
practically was begging for this moment to last.
Avdol’s precious smile formed on his face as he said, “Sure why not?” What thee
Egyptian didn’t understand was the difference between them going to the arcade
as a date or just as friends. He didn’t question while following the silvered
hair boy close to the downtown area, where an old arcade place was still up and
running.
Inside, darkness fell over the two boys but flashing lights were everywhere
with game noises going off here and there. Jean’s excitement grew as he only
came here with Kakyoin twice but now, he was here with his crush. There was
also a rush of excitement from Avdol, he never really indulged in activities
like this.
After getting coins, that were mostly bought by Jean, he introduced Avdol to
the multiple selection of games. Polnareff took him to all of his favorite ones
he liked to play. The comfort settled in Jean while they talked in between the
breaks from the games. He felt relieved to know that he could act like his
normal self around his senpai. In many other relationship’s Jean had, the boy
had to put on a face. Fake it after a few weeks then break up with them. No one
liked Polnareff’s loud nature, or his stupid jokes. But Avdol did. No matter
how stupid his joke was, the Egyptian laughed anyways. It made Polnareff feel
confident in himself, which didn’t happen often.
Coming upon the last game, Polnareff lost to Abdul on the shooting game. Jean
told the boy he was cheating but Avdol shook his head. Placing himself right
behind Jean, he grabbed the younger boy’s hands, helping him grip the gun
properly after placing two of their last coins in the machine. Avdol’s lips
were close to the French boy’s ear. His wide chest pressed against Jean’s back.
Jean, who was not even wanting to mention Avdol’s lower half placed itself
against his ass. Polnareff couldn’t help but get nervous again with his face
turning bright pink, making his freckles show up.
Avdol found himself looking down at Polnareff’s face. A weakness the boy had
was freckles. Jean’s soft baby blue eyes didn’t help either. Standing there he
helped Jean get a higher score but it was more Avdol than Polnareff putting in
the work. All Jean could think was;
‘Please kiss me. Please kiss me.’
Of course, this fantasy did not play out as Jean planned it in his head. Avdol
put the gun back.
“See, I knew you could do it.” His encouraging words boosted at Polnareff’s
self-esteem again.
‘Maybe I should kiss him.’ He thought as the two finished their ‘date’.
Upon walking Polnareff home, Avdol’s hand lingered around by Jean’s. Seriously
debating on if he should hold his hand on not. Giving into his desire, his hand
met with Polnareff’s and their fingers intertwined. He could feel Jean’s body
heat rise just through his hand. How cute. Once again seeing the freckles show
up across the French boy’s nose and cheeks. Polnareff didn’t know what to say
as they both just made it to his house. At the door, Jean’s hand slowly pulled
away from Avdol’s. He was slightly sad to let go, not wanting this fantasy to
end.
“Th.Thanks for joining me, Avdol. It was a lot of fun.”
“Yeah. I should be the one thanking you, Jean.”
They stood their awkwardly for a few moments before Avdol leaned in, just
placing a kiss on the blushing boy’s cheek. A whisper of an; “I like you”
escaped between lips followed by Avdol just turning to leave. Snapping back
into reality, Polnareff called out to his new boyfriend.
“S..See ya tomorrow!~”
The fantasy didn’t go exactly as planned but Polnareff couldn’t wish for any
more than what Avdol gave him.
***** Arn't you a little creepy? *****
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan follows Dio, more than once.
     Bonus warning: Robert Speedwagon x William Zepelli (Smut)
Chapter Notes
     Warning: This sexual content maybe be offensive to some readers.
     Readers discretion is advised.
     Bonus Warning: Shipping pairing of Speedwagon and Mr. Zepelli. (1st
     Gen.)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
A long day added onto a long practice of rugby. Jonathan, who was beat, lazily
carried his feet down the hall from the gym room. He just finished rinsing the
sweat off his body, and put himself into his school uniform. Too tired to
really think about he yawned into his hand. As soon as he got home, he was
going to take a nap before dinner. At least this was his plan.
A few more feet down the hall, Jonathan saw Dio suspiciously storm out of the
freshmen’s boy’s bathroom. His curious nature got the best of him as he tailed
the blonde boy down the hall. Trying to hide his massive body behind the
pillars against the walls, really did not do JoJo any good. While hiding behind
one pillar he waited to hear footsteps move again but instead he heard a door
shut. Turning to see which door Dio went into he cursed himself because he
couldn’t tell. His body moved quietly down the hall, holding his ear up to each
door to see if he could make out a noise. In Mr. Zepelli’s English class there
was a few noises of a desk moving. Eager to know what Dio was up too, Jonathan
quickly opened the door only slightly to peek inside.
Jonathan had to hold his breath in shock. It was not the scene he expected.
Inside the dark room with only the light coming from the window. He saw his
English Professor, Mr. Zepelli, pinning his Rugby coach, Mr. Speedwagon,
against the teacher’s desk. At the angle he was positioned the Joestar could
see Zepelli’s hand moving up the gym teacher’s shorty shorts. He saw Speed’s
face overcome with pleasure as Zepelli sucked in the sensitive spot of the
man’s neck. Hairy legs were wrapped around the Italian’s waist just being
pulled closer. Both of the men’s crotches pushed against each other, fighting
for room.
‘Doesn’t Zepelli have a wife?’
The first thought that popped into JoJo’s head. But he didn’t have time to bust
his teachers for messing around. He wanted to find Dio. The boy softly closed
the door and he picked up his walking pace. On a mission to see what Dio was up
too. Once around the corner he spotted the blonde walking to the gate of the
school through the second story window. His attire was not that of a uniform
but casual. JoJo didn’t waste time to speed down to the first floor then to the
gate, determined to keep his eyes on Dio this time.
Keeping a safe distance from Dio, JoJo’s thought buzzed around in his head.
Where was he going? What was he doing? Why was he being sneaky about?
All the answers hit JoJo while watching Dio walk into a strip club on the
outskirts of town. The Joestar’s head started to act up in voices. It was like
an angel on his right shoulder and the devil on his left.
‘Go inside, it couldn’t hurt.’
‘If you go inside that’s a sin.’
From across the street JoJo sat himself on the street curb. He really didn’t
want to go inside to begin with but he also didn’t want to leave Dio in a place
he found vile. Then again, he suppose it wasn’t so bad. JoJo had a guilty
pleasure in enjoying the watch. During sleepless nights the only way JoJo knew
how to get to sleep was to watch porn, his favorites consisted of masturbation
videos. If Dio was in a place like this, did that mean he did things like in
the videos to himself?
‘Does Dio indulge in touching himself? Does he just touch his dick or does he
touch his ass too? This is silly, I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I should
just go home and put this day behind me. I should be studying right now for my
history exam on Monday. There a lot of things I should be doing, besides spying
on Dio, and wondering if he participates in sexual activities.’
JoJo rubbed at his face as he got up, trying to silence his thoughts. His hands
moved into his pockets as he walked away from the strip club. He didn’t want to
be seen or see Dio.
“This is none of my business.” Jonathan said aloud to himself coming upon the
street that lead mostly to the Joestar estate.
‘But isn’t it cheating if Dio is in a strip club instead of with his boyfriend,
Noriaki?’ The Jojo’s mind wondered back to only asking questions. ‘Should I
tell Noriaki? Shouldn’t he know? Should I tell my father? No, I should keep it
to myself. I shouldn’t be sneaking around, I shouldn’t be a tattle tell
either.’
“None of my business.” JoJo told himself out loud again.   
>>> 
After dinner, Jonathan had placed himself in the living room to study. Like the
good boy he was. That is all he desired to be. A perfect modeled Joestar. Not
like it really mattered but he tried to set a good example for his two younger
brothers, even though he was sure they didn’t really care. Joseph usually did
whatever he thought was right even if it was wrong, and Jotaro just did
whatever he pleased because it was wrong.
Jojo’s eyes glanced up to hearing the front door slam, and in walked Dio in a
stumbling fashion. The blue eyes followed the struggling Dio to the main
stairs, watching him almost flop around then lean against the wall for support.
He could hear the blonde’s distinct voice utter vile words.
“That Noriaki, I’ll teach that little bitch, I’ll teach him to respect me.”
Dio must not of notice Jonathan on the chair, because he didn’t even look in
JoJo’s direction. He just fled up the stairs.
‘Is Dio drunk? Wait, he’s only 16! How did he get alcohol!?’ Jonathan in shock
only closed his book and started to follow his brother up the stairs, keeping
quite once again.
“Noriaki’s ass will be mine next time. And I’ll take pictures to show Jotaro
just how vulnerable his little bitch can be.” The words were quiet but audible
enough to Jonathan to make out. “How dare he say that name other than mine.”
‘Did Kakyoin and him fight? What is he mumbling about?’ Jonathan thought to
himself, watching Dio walk into his room and straight to his bed.
Dio twisted and turned upon his mattress, but with his back towards the door,
Jonathan could only hear soft moans coming from his blonde headed brother. This
noise made his body tense up followed by immediate arousal. Dio was doing it,
Dio was doing the do.
‘Touch him.’
Only a single thought made the Joestar walk inside the bedroom, close the door
and locking it. The sound made Dio jump on his bed and looked over his
shoulder. The dark room along with his blurry vision only saw a figure standing
there. He didn’t even care to make out any details.
“Who’s there?” Dio asked slowly sitting up, trying to focus on the figure that
just moved closer. “Who are..?” The boy’s voice came out again but Jojo cupped
his hand over his mouth, forcing Dio to lay down. The hands from the boy laying
down reached up to feel at Jonathan’s face. His eyes went wide when he thought
he saw Jonathan over him, but he wasn’t too sure of himself. Maybe he was
already dreaming, but why was JoJo in this dream? What was JoJo going to do to
him?
Dio began to feel a sensation of pleasure wash over his body, and it wasn’t
even from his own hand but the person in front of him. His hips bucked against
the stranger’s hand with his head leaded back.
“Dio.” Jojo said, his hand pumping his brother’s fully grown member at a steady
speed.
Finally someone called out the right name. It drove Dio over the edge making
his back arched with his hands squeezing the sheets. He was already so close by
the hand of whoever was touching him. It felt so good to be receiving such
intense pleasure.  
“Dio.” Jonathan could tell the boy just gained more arousal by having his name
called.
The boy receiving wished to know the others name, but he was honestly too lazy
to ask. He just cooed in Ooos and Ahhs with his legs spreading while his hips
thrusted upward.
“How does it feel?” Finally removing his hand from the boy’s mouth.
“Ssoo ggoooodd.” Dio let the words slip out of his foul mouth.
About only 6 minutes pasted before the seed from Dio’s member soaked Jonathan’s
hand. JoJo had to cover Dio’s mouth once again as the orgasm made him scream
out.
“S..shh.” Jonathan tried to hush his brother as he finished him off.
Dio wasted no time to pass out in a shameful position such as this. As pure
hearted as Jonathan was, he cleaned up after cleaning his brother up first. He
even made sure Dio got tucked in properly as well as fetching a fresh glass of
water, placing it on the nightstand.
Jonathan sat on Dio’s bed, watching the boy sleep peacefully. Beautiful could
not describe Dio fully. Nor did pretty or majestic. Jojo would never find the
words to how beautiful yet cruel his adoptive brother was. Dio left JoJo in
need of sexual attention himself, but he was never selfish. He didn’t desire to
wake Dio just to get off, Jonathan wanted to watch him sleep instead. Creepy,
he knew, but something about Dio pulled Jonathan in. He, himself, did not know
what it was.
Having a fun-filled evening, Jonathan retired himself to bed. But before that,
he prayed Dio didn’t remember a thing when the morning came.
Bonus:
Upon hearing the classroom door shut, Robert Speedwagon’s grip tightened on Mr.
Zepelli’s shoulders. Both men in their mid 30s’, unaware of the Joestar that
caught them, had been spotted in the most undignified position. William Zepelli
had the slightly younger man place on a desk, he was placed in between the
man’s legs. Robert, who became overly embarrassed, was wearing girl’s shorty
shorts with a tight gym girls’ shirt. The two were already pretty heated up
from all their kissing before Robert made it onto the desk.
“D..Did you hear that? Are you sure you locked the door?” Speedwagon asked the
English Professor.
“Hush, sh sh.” William’s lips pressed themselves against the other pair of lips
in front of him. This shut the gym teacher up rather quickly. He loved the
feeling of Mr. Zepelli’s lips against his, he couldn’t remember the last time
they indulged in such pleasant activities.
“You came all this way, dressed like this, to my homeroom. Someone needs to be
punished.” Zepelli whispered against his mate’s lips has his hands roamed up
the large hairy muscular thighs of his partner.
Robert’s body softly leaned into the man’s touch, his arms supported him as he
leaned back, pressing his ass into the desk. Zepelli’s hand could be felt in
the man’s girly shorts, the cloth being pulled to the side to reveal all of
Speedwagon’s arousal and part of his glorious ass. Filled with embarrassment,
the gym teacher fell back even farther, propping himself up on his elbows. He
didn’t want to see how his lower half looked but the curiosity got the best of
him. His eye wandered over his own body and up to meet Zepelli’s eyes, who
looked hungry for some Speedwagon.
Robert felt his member being touched by none other than Zepelli toying with it.
His body obeying the man’s caress with his feet coming up off desk, legs spread
with a hands coming to help keep them apart. To be honest with himself, before
arriving, Speedwagon made sure he prepped himself for this dirty minded English
teacher. From past experiences he knew the Italian loved to go in dry.
Not just one finger, but two made their way down against Speedwagon’s crease.
His hand still moving up and down on the man’s cock, from tip to base. Robert’s
enticing moans just encouraged Zepelli to push his two fingers inside the man’s
tight ass. With the fingers inside, Speedwagon’s hands gripped his own thighs
as his head pushed back into the desk. He tried to adjust along with trying to
keep his breath in check.
“W..William~” The younger man’s voice rang out as he felt the deep graze
against the G-spot. “R..Right there~” He made Zepelli aware of how good it
felt.
There came soft whines of need as the Italian pulled away the touches of
pleasure to the man. Zepelli gave him a soft laugh with his hands grabbing at
the man’s waist to yank him closer to the edge of the desk.
“So needy Robert. Did you miss me that much?”
“Y..yes.” Speedwagon fully admitting to his need for this man.
Without seeing what Zepelli was doing next, he could only feel the tip of the
other man’s sexual organ beckoning at ass. Speedwagon braced himself with his
partner guiding his own cock inside, trying to fit it all in one thrust. A shot
of pain mixed with pleasure filled Robert up to the brim. He missed this, he
honestly missed the way William made him feel.
Robert’s honest reaction to Zepelli’s cock was the closing of his legs. The man
didn’t have any of this though, his hands forced Speedwagon’s legs open and
tossed them over his shoulders. His cock burying inside the younger man’s tight
ass with his hands placed roughly on his hips, yanking him closer.
Speedwagon enjoyed being man-handed as he was ravished by this Italian brute.
With all his might he tried to silence his loud moans. The repeat of William’s
name being moaned out of the man below him just made the Italian thrust harder
and faster, making the desk move inch by inch back.
“Ah shit~ William William~” He struggled to get the attention from Zepelli for
a second. “The…The desk~” Everyone bone in Robert’s body wished for the desk to
just break under the sheer force from William’s body ramming inside.
Zepelli was pleased to hear Speedwagon enjoying it so much but he ignored his
words as he ruthlessly pounded away in the gym teacher’s ass. Within minutes,
the younger man came unable to hold back an orgasmic scream as his head turned
to the side. He tried to hide his face against the desk but this didn’t work
out for him. A few thrusts later even Zepelli lost his seed, but he made damn
sure it was lost deep inside the other teacher’s hole.
“oh.. Oh William. You’re so dirty. I.. I just took a shower.” Speedwagon slowly
came down from the high he experienced, with his eyes traveling onto the sweaty
Italian’s face.  
Speaking of sweat, they both were covered in it and not only that, semen too.
“You, walked in here looking like you did, what did you expect to happen.” Mr.
Zepelli fixed himself up. He knew he needed a shower too.
He was right though. Speedwagon was defiantly guilty of teasing the poor
professor, walking into the class room in shorty shorts and a tight shirt.
“Oi! Zepelli! Clean me off!” Robert called out to the man who just left him
there on the desk, oozing with cum from his crease. He closed his legs while
sitting up, a cute pout from this teacher made Zepelli’s heart flutter.
The professor gave Speedwagon a soft kiss before helping the man clean up.
“Your mustache feels weird.” Robert commented while pulling up a pair gym pants
to his waist.
“Shall I shave it off?” Zepelli asked grabbing his bag by the door.
“No!” Speedwagon found himself rather closer to the Italian. He liked the
mustache even though when they kissed it felt scratchy.
With a soft limp, Robert followed his desirable partner outside of the
classroom.
“William…?” Speedwagon called out to him.
Zepelli turned back, giving Robert his full attention once again.
“D…Does your wife know? About… us?” Speedwagon asked in a soft whisper, he
didn’t dare make eye contact.
“I signed the divorce papers about a month ago, Robert, you don’t have to worry
about that anymore.” Zepelli just turned away, walking down the hall to the
teacher’s parking. “I love you, and only you.”
Shocked as all hell, Robert jogged after him. Absolute happiness fluttered
inside his stomach while grabbing William’s hand to hold. Zepelli allowed this
just one time as the lovers walked to their separate cars.
Chapter End Notes
     I love Speedwagon x Zepelli.
***** Why are you lying? *****
Chapter Summary
     Follows after Chapter 4, Kakyoin in the hospital.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took so long, Ch. 8 is in the possess as well. Hope you
     enjoy!
Thick darkness surrounded the boy in an unknown place. Not a single light
shined inside this massive black hole. He couldn’t even see himself. The horror
of being alone struck him to his core as he just laid there helplessly. As all
his hope began to fade but in the distance voice called out to him. A shining
green emerald floated towards him.
“Noriaki Kakyoin.” The voice sounded deeply robotic.
“I…I am he.” The boy heard his own voice call out to the shard.
“I am your Hierophant.”
“My…Hierophant?”
“I’ve come to warn you about your dangers that lay before you. Listen closely,
Noriaki  Kakyoin, for this warning may save you and your friends.”
Dismay broke through Kakyoin like lightening, his friends and himself? Save
from what?
“I..I’m listening, Hierophant.”
“Something is coming through the rift of time, you and your friends, and
enemies must send it back to whence it came.”
“Send it back? What back? How?” Kakyoin started to ask questions but the
emerald just dimmed.
“I will always be with you, Noriaki Kakyoin. Always.”
Hierophant’s last words awoke the red head boy from his sleep. His blurry
vision slowly came to focus with the first thing he would see was Jotaro
Joestar.
“Where am I?” Kakyoin asked through a breathing mask. The bed he laid upon did
not feel like his bed at home, nor did the room look like his. Its white walls
were bright with the light coming from the window. There came a soft beep of a
heart monitor to his left.
“You’re in a hospital.” Jotaro answered his question. “I came after school when
I heard the news.”
Kakyoin’s eyes widen in fear, did Jotaro know, did he know what Dio did?
“They said the janitor found you in the bathroom. Your mom says you blacked out
because you don’t sleep, you hit your head pretty hard on the toilet.”
Relief soothed Noriaki over, this was the story he was going to go with. He
couldn’t tell anyone what really happened. Even though he wanted too but Dio
might do something irrational. And Kakyoin knew, Dio would something horrible
to his beloved Jotaro if Jotaro found out.
“I’m alright.” Kakyoin spoke up, seeing the worry painted on Jotaro’s face. The
breathing mask was pulled off by his own hand.  
Coming to a better vision, Kakyoin noticed Jotaro had on his baseball uniform.
It was pretty clean so he must of not went to practice today. His hat gave him
the cool look with just one eye covered from the angle Kakyoin was at. Jotaro
looked rather handsome in his clean baseball uniform.
“What really happened?” Jotaro asked, knowing this bathroom story was a lie. He
saw Dio drag him away, he knew Dio did something. The boy felt it like a bad
headache.
“My mom told you what happened, didn’t she?”
“Don’t lie to me, Kakyoin. What did Dio do?” Jotaro just got closer, for being
only 14 years old he was still intimidating.
Worry and fear consumed Kakyoin again, if he told Jotaro, Jotaro would be in
trouble. Dio would find out and hurt the both of them. He didn’t want to think
about what Dio would do if he told Jotaro the truth.
“Noting, I just passed out and hit my head.”
The avoiding eye contact indicated that Kakyoin was lying. In a slight fit,
Jotaro took Noriaki’s hand and he held it.
“Don’t lie to me!” His voice rose in tone which made the boy wince away. “What
did he do?”
Kakyoin’s hand snapped away from Jotaro’s grasp. The shame ate away at
Kakyoin’s mind. His legs would close and his mouth stayed shut. All the
embarrassment he would feel if Jotaro knew what he and Dio did. Their
friendship would fall and Kakyoin would be left alone with a monster that
didn’t even love him.
“Why are you even with that jerk?” Jotaro’s question came just as strong as
Kakyoin questioned himself.
“Kakyoin…” Jotaro continued, the boy’s hand coming up to take his friend’s hand
once again. “Leave him…You don’t deserve to be..”
Noriaki cut his classmate off quickly, his hand moving away from Jotaro’s touch
“Deserve to be what? Loved? You don’t know Dio… Nothing happened Jotaro so
would you just drop it.”
Did Kakyoin actually like that psychopath? Complete disgust over took Jotaro
while he stormed out of the room and straight home. He didn’t want to be lied
to. Why would Kakyoin hid the truth? Why was he defending Dio? If Jotaro did
see Dio’s face, he knew he might lose it.
At home, during the evening, Jotaro didn’t see Dio (or Jonathan) at all. Dio
must have had luck on his side that day because Jotaro’s fists had Dio’s name
all over them. In his room he pondered ways to beat the shit out of Dio. That
would get Kakyoin to date him, a show of dominance. Just as Jotaro started to
right his ideas down, none other than his annoying brother Joseph came in
through the door without a knock.
“Hey bro. Whatcha doing?” he plopped on his brother’s bed. “Didn’t see you at
practice.”
“I paid Kakyoin a visit.”
“Oh, is he doing ok?” Joseph asked, worried about his friend too.
“Yeah, but..” Jotaro stopped. Out of everyone in the house, he trusted Joseph
the most. “Kakyoin won’t tell me what really happened. Joseph, Dio did
something to him.” His head turned to look at his older brother who was playing
with his baseball cap.
“You know Jotaro, if you like Kakyoin so much you want to be with him, you
should just tell him.” Joseph said, not believing Jotaro either, then again, no
one did.
“I’m serious, Joseph. Dio did…” Jotaro full body in his seat at his desk,
turned to him.
“Jotaro, Dio didn’t do anything. Kakyoin just fainted. It happens.” Joseph told
him sternly.
An angry grunt from Jotaro escaped his lips as he swung back to his desk, he
just put his head down and began to write again.
“Back to what I was saying before, if you’re really scared of telling Kakyoin
how you feel then do it through song.”
“I don’t sing..” Jotaro said in a low annoyed tone.
“Oh ha! Ok! Mister Michael Jackson in the bathroom.” Joseph started to tease.
Redness hit the younger boy’s face as he snapped back around to look at Joseph.
“You… hear that?”
“God, who can’t hear you?” Joseph arched his eye brow. “Anyways!” He hopped up
from the bed and pulled out his phone. His eyes zoomed along the screen until
he found what he was looking for, showing his brother he said; “A talent show
is coming up. You want know how to really win someone over, sing a song to
them. In front of everyone, even …Dio.”
Joseph had a pretty brilliant idea. It was so embarrassing but if he was going
to get Kakyoin to be his, it was defiantly plan that wouldn’t fail.
“What song should I sing?” Jotaro started to consider this as an alternative to
beating up Dio. If Jotaro could embarrass Dio in front of the whole school by
making Kakyoin his, then that would be just a good.
“A song that really means something. A song that will take Noriaki’s breath
away. A song that every time you guys heard it, it would remind you of that day
you guys got together.” Joseph’s poetry still made no sense to his younger
brother.
“Yeah, and what song is that?”
“Don’t know.” Joseph shrugged.
“You asshole! You’re suppose to be helping me!” Jotaro grabbed the boy’s
sleeve. “Help me pick a song.”
Joseph hand came down to ruffle his helpless brother’s pitch black hair. “Let
me go get my ipod.”
He hated it, his hair being ruffled like a kid. Jotaro would swing at him but
Joseph’s speed matched his charm. He watched his brother exit and return a few
moments later. The two boys sat across from each other, Joseph on the bed and
Jotaro in his spinny chair. Jotaro listened to almost all of Joseph’s stupid
love song. Taylor Swift; You Belong With Me. Plain White T’s; Hey there
Delilah. One Direction; Makes You Beautiful. Jotaro didn’t like any of them, he
thought Joseph’s taste was awful.
“What kind of shit do you listen to?” Jotaro asked.
“Shit? These are classics! Taylor Swift and One Direction are my life!” Joseph
argued with his brother.
Just as they were about to start a yelling match Holly knocked on Jotaro’s
door.
“Boys… it’s time for bed.” Holly’s sweet voice rang out to them from behind the
door.
Both of the teenagers sighed, Jotaro feeling defeated. If he couldn’t find the
perfect song for Kakyoin then what the hell was he going to sing for him? The
boys parted ways but before Joseph left he handed Jotaro his ipod.
“Here. There is also the radio station on it. Good luck.” Joseph departed from
his young brother’s room after placing on his bed the purple slicked ipod.
Jotaro grabbed his headphones after getting his pjs on. He plugged them in and
turned on the radio stations, he was determined to find the ideal song.
Listening to varies station, and varies songs nothing really hit Jotaro, until
he heard;
‘But I see it on your face
When you say that he's the one that you want
And you're spending all your time
In this wrong situation
And anytime you want it to stop’
Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes. Jotaro shot up as he listened to the full
lyrics, then on his phone he looked them up, singing them in his head. This was
true, Jotaro could treat Kakyoin better. All Jotaro had to do was change girl
to guy in a few sentences and it still flowed swimmingly. The boy could barely
sleep that night, all he could think about was making Kakyoin his. He listened
to the song over and over again as he laid in his bed, curling up around his
second pillow. But his sleep caught up and shut him down faster than one of
Joseph’s comebacks. His dreams took him to the gym where he was singing to
Kakyoin from the stage. His classmate threw himself into Jotaro’s arms and
their kiss was like fireworks exploding over their heads. A great dream that
Jotaro never wanted to wake up from.
Bonus:
The leave of Jotaro made Kakyoin’s lonliness come back to haunt him. The
sorrowful boy laid in the hospital bed alone with his thoughts. He thought
about Jotaro mostly, his crush might have not looked too smart but his
intelligence surpassed above average just like his brothers. Kakyoin couldn’t
believe Jotaro knew something else happened, was he really that easy to read?
No it couldn’t be that, then his mother would ask him the same questions, minus
the Dio part. Maybe Jotaro’s observation was keener than Kakyoin gave him
credit for.
Another thought popped into Kakyoin’s mind, Hierophant. What did they mean they
said a warning? Should he of told Jotaro about his strange dream? What did
Hieropaht mean by his friends AND enemies? Kakyoin didn’t really have enemies.
His kindness crossed paths of everyone he met. While lost deep in thought, his
fear struck a chord as he heard a familiar voice enter the room.
“How’s my baby doing?”
Dio, walked to Kakyoin’s bedside and he placed himself on the edge. He leaned
into give the boy a kiss. Pleased with his little pet, he could feel Kakyoin’s
lips shake in terror. The red head didn’t speak, he just closed his eyes
tightly, wishing the upper classman would go away.
“I see you’re doing well.” Dio answered for him. “Sleep well my little puppet.
I have a bunch more actives for us to do once you get better.”
Another kiss forced its way against Kakyoin’s lips. The younger boy’s hands
grabbed at Dio’s shirt to push him away but Dio’s overwhelming strength made
the boy stop. Now with Noriaki pinned to the bed the kiss just deepened. The
feeling of Dio’s tongue meshed against Kakyoin’s lips until he opened. The
wetness of their lips melted together in pure torture. Noriaki felt his tears
slide down his cheeks, too scared to move or call for help. Leaving him in the
same situation, like in the boy’s bathroom, at the hand of Dio’s mercy. Their
messy kissed ended with Dio shoving his toy into the mattress.
“You ever say that name again while we’re doing anything, I’ll put you in this
bed again, and Jotaro will follow you as well.” Dio’s tongue licked around his
own lips after threating the boy into more tears. “Do we have an
understanding?” Dio asked.
Kakyoin’s head moved up and down twice, and only twice. None of the courage
could muster him for words.
Dio’s hands thrusted down on the boy’s chest one last time before he left him
shaking in his bed.
“Good bye my sweet flower, see you tomorrow at school.” The cheerful voice of
Dio just made Kakyoin sick to his stomach.
As soon as Dio was out of sight, the boy turned over to his side quickly,
rubbing his mouth onto the cloth of the sheet. The taste of Dio still lingered
in his mouth, burning his memories up like wild fire. His sobs stained the pure
white sheets as he tried to think of something else.
Jotaro, a pleasant thought indeed. Kakyoin finally came to relax with his
painful thoughts clouded by new thoughts of his crush Jotaro. Will they ever
end up together? Probably not, these thoughts just put Kakyoin back into a
hole. He knew just as well as anyone Jotaro didn’t take interest in anyone.
That was one of the reason he didn’t stop Dio from forcing Kakyoin into a
relationship with him. Noriaki’s doubt of Jotaro ever liking him filled him up.
His self-esteem decreased while being with Dio and at this point, if he broke
up with him, the boy would probably do something much worse. Kakyoin was stuck,
and he knew it. He didn’t struggle or fight, he just gave up.
***** Forgiven and Adopted *****
Chapter Summary
     Will Joseph forgive Caesar?
     Why is Jean so compulsive?
Chapter Notes
     I apologize for the long update! I was in Hurricane Matthew and could
     not get to a computer for a long while. I hope you enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Alone at last, on top of the school building. The wind blew through this boy’s
brown hair and the sun beat down endlessly on his slightly tanning skin. He
leaned over the edge just a tad to get a better view of the whole school yard.
His annoyance nature wasn’t that active today, due to what happened yesterday.
His crush put a stake through his heart just with his words. The boy felt a
little crushed inside himself, he thought he was sure his classmate liked him
back. He filled up with a little self-doubt of his ability to sense the good in
people. The feeling left him with the need to be alone.
Unannounced to the boy on the roof, someone from stair actively watched him
stare off into the distance. The person wanted to apologize for the day before,
this person knew they were in the wrong and wanted to make it up to their
classmate. The coldness from the soda they held in their hand started to numb
their finger. They couldn’t help but stare at this guy through the crack of the
roof door. Never realizing just how handsome he looked when he was quiet.
“Joseph.” They finally built up enough courage to approach him.
His brown hair bounced softly as he turned his head to the one and only, Caesar
Zepelli. His new rival. Joseph sensed his own anger flowing through himself as
soon as he laid eyes on the blonde Italian. He’d huff out a breath in the
Zepelli’s direction and look away. Caesar deserved every bit of Joseph’s anger
and he knew that.
Caesar felt like a total asshole towards a kid who was just trying to be
friendly. This feeling grew to the size of an elephant that sat on his chest.
The guilt ate away at him the moment he left his teammates estate. Caesar
wouldn’t admit he couldn’t get to sleep all last night thinking about Joseph’s
face, how much pain he must of caused the boy just made Caesar feel awful.
The blonde’s feet shuffled over to the huffy puffy Joseph. A hand extended
holding a cold can of soda towards the boy’s direction. Caesar watched the blue
eyes glance down at the can he held lightly.
“What’s that?” Joseph asked, a defined frown on his face.
“What does it look like, it’s a soda… coke. I … see you drink coke at lunch
everyday.” Caesar replied. “I owe you one.”
“What’s it for? Because you feel bad for being a dick?” Joseph shot back and
looked back out to the school grounds.
“Listen, Joseph, I know what I did was wrong, and I came up here to..” He
stopped himself, tying to swallow all this pride. “I’m Sorry!”
As if the world stopped at that moment, Joseph could not believe his ears. He
never would of thought that the great Caesar Zepelli would apologize to anyone.
Joseph swore he’d just get some fake apology or none at all, but these sincere
words reached to the depths of Joseph’s soul. He considered forgiving Caesar
but for only a second.
Joseph’s hand took the coke with ease and he placed it on the ledge of the
building. His head tilted away from Caesar.
“Until the end of the school year, I’ll need a coke a day to forgive you.”
Joseph said trying not to laugh but keep himself serious.
Caesar just scoffed, “You’re pushing it Joestar.”
The brunette couldn’t help but start laughing and when his face turned to
Caesar, the Italian got a glimpse of the Jospeh’s cute looking face.
“So, friends?” Joseph asked while he stepped back from the ledge, nabbing his
soda.
Caesar couldn’t get that image of Joseph out of his head as the boy talked to
him. He liked, but didn’t like, Joseph all together. But something about him
just drew Caesar in. Something he couldn’t explain. He guessed being friends
with this idiot wouldn’t be too bad. They were on the same volleyball team
anyways and if Caesar was lucky, maybe Joseph would invite him over again to
practice. Joseph put up more than a good challenge for him.
“Friends.”
And with that, the two shook hands in a truce. Unknowingly, they are already
been bound together by fate. Just as Joseph’s brothers and all their friends,
one by one linked together. And in the near future, a great prophecy slowly
ticked its way closer to either their survival, or their doom.
Bonus:
As the two rivals become friends, two others were becoming lovers. Muhammad
Avdol and Jean Polnareff became pretty close after their last date at the
arcade. And their relationship only begin yesterday, Avdol’s mindset changed
for the better in his opinion. Jean might not be a girl but that was ok. Jean’s
personality shined brightly through all the depressing events Avdol had going
on in his own life. The French boy made coming to school all the more worth it.
He could finally laugh and smile genuinely around his friends, his new
boyfriend put in an extra bonus to his laughter.
“Jean!” Avdol called him after the last class of the day with everyone starting
to go home. He could spot Polnareff’s silver hair anywhere. Sticking straight
up in an odd style.
Polnareff’s eyes would just light up once his upper classman approached him.
“Mu.. Muhammad~”
Not being much of a secret anymore since Joseph had the biggest mouth, they two
were not afraid to express a little affection towards each other. And this is
what Polnareff loved the most, public affection in his past relationships
wasn’t so prominent. None of his other boy’s ever held hands or even kissed him
on his forehead, which Avdol did rather frequently.
Avdol leaned in to kiss the French boy’s forehead (mostly as a greeting), there
it was. Jean buckled at the knees and he couldn’t help that his face burned
red.
“Avdol is easier to say.” The Egyptain told his boyfriend, automatically taking
his hand in his own. “Do you want me to carry your bag for you?”
“N..No I got it.” Polnareff answered quickly, accepting Avdol’s hand
gratefully.
“Can I walk you home?” Avdol asked
“Of course you can but what about you?” Jean would fire another question back
as the two started down the sidewalk towards his home.
“I can walk myself, besides I think we live pretty close together. Don’t you
live on 2nd street?”
“Yeah, how did you know? Are you stalking me?” Being honest with himself, if
Avdol was stalking him, Jean would of found it pretty kinky.
Avdol let out his light real laugh, “No! You gave Noriaki your address one day
and I just happen to overhear the conversation.”
“I’d prefer it if you were stalking me.” Polnareff said a little under his
breath.
“You’re a strange one, Jean.” Avdol said through a few more laughs.
The two walked hand in hand down the street, coming up on the ally between 1st
and 2nd. Down this specific ally way, Jean stopped to stare at three boys
around their age, kicking a small animal against the fence.
Avdol had his back turned when Jean stopped, before he could turn to see what
the boy was looking at, Jean bolted down ally. Leaping into action as the
French boy’s fist landed against one of the teenager’s cheeks, sending him to
the ground.
“Jean!” Avdol called out as he rushed over to assist the boy.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jean cursed at all three of them. “It’s
just a defenseless animal!”
The two others that were unharmed circled Jean slowly, but backed away when
Avdol came up.
“What does it matter to you faggots?” One said as the other helped up the boy
that was punched.
“Eh?! I’m not a bundle of sticks!” Polnareff took the offensive slang
literally, his English slang not fully developed yet.
Avdol took this to heart though, the term the boy spit at them burned his
patience thin. And in a harsh threatening voice, Advol spoke;
“Get out of here, or you’ll get up like the dog.”
Without hesitation, the boys took this threat seriously. Even if it was 2 vs 3,
everyone knew in school Avdol was not the person to be messed with. Polnareff’s
bones shivered at the Egyptian’s grim voice. He never heard him speak like that
to anyone.
The second the boys scattered Jean placed himself on his knees by the Boston
terrier who looked bruised up.
“Wh..what do we do?” Jean pulled off his own jacket to slowly pick this tired
dog up.
“Wait, Jean.” Avdol knelt down by his partner. “Let me check to see if anything
is broken.” His tan hands added slight pressure to certain points of the dog’s
body.
“How do you know if something is broken?” Polnareff asked in an impressive
tone.
“My mother is a part time witch doctor.” Advol answered his question.
“W…witch?” A hint of terror leaked through Jean’s voice which only received a
blank look from Avdol’s face.
“Break my heart and my mother will cook you.” Avdol took Jean’s jacket and he
carefully wrapped the terrier inside. Coming to his feet with the dog in his
arms like a baby he heard Jean whimper a bit.
“Jean, I’m kidding. Come on now.” Avdol told the boy who was still on his
knees.
“What are you doing to do with … him?” Polnareff came to his feet eventually.
“Nurse him back to health.” Avdol said. “Isn’t that the right thing to do?”
“Will … your parents get angry?”
They started on their way back to Jean’s house, the French boy would look over
at the terrier in Avdol’s arms ever so often to make sure he was ok.
“Oh probably but we can’t just leave him there. If my parents won’t let me keep
him then you’ll have to take him.” Avdol said.
“W..What? My mom won’t let me have a dog, she says it’s too much
responsibility.” A slight panic set in.
“Then you shouldn’t have interfered. It’s bad JuJu to not complete a task.
Something inside you made you want to save this dog, now you have to take
responsibility for interfering with dog’s fate. As do I now.”
“It’s my nature to want to save someone’s life like it should be anyone’s
nature.” Polnareff tried to explain. “Can’t we just drop him off at the
shelter?”
“Why? So they can put him back on the streets again? Or so he can rot in a cage
forever?” These words made Polnareff feel guilty but he knew it was all too
true.
As they arrived at Jean’s home, Jean looked at his boyfriend before he left.
“Give me one second, I’m going to tell my mom what happened and I’m coming over
to your house to make sure he’s ok. We should take care of this dog together.”
The excitement in Jean’s voice washed over Avdol like a daydream. His golden
brown eyes watched Polnareff run inside.
Only a few moments later, a girl, probably in middle school, came outside.
Avdol would tell this was Polnareff’s sister, Sherry. Her matching brilliant
blue eyes went wide as she saw the pup in the older boy’s arms.
“Awe! Poor puppy.” She said as she approached him keeping her hands to herself.
“Yes, your brother saved him.” Avdol told her.
“Who are you?” Sherry asked, seeming to be a little nosey.
“I’m Muhammad Avdol, your brother’s friend.” He put simply.
“Are you sure you aren’t his boyfriend? Jean doesn’t really have friends.”
Sherry’s teasing voice came through as she giggled.
The blush across Avdol’s face couldn’t be seen due to his dark complexion. Did
Jean’s family know of his attraction towards men?
“No. Just friends.”
“Awe. Yeah, you really don’t look the type.” She said.
“Sherry! Don’t talk to my boyfriend!” Jean’s voice yelled at her from the
porch.
Avdol also saw a woman step outside, a spitting image of Sherry but also some
define features like Jean’s.
“Be nice to your sister.” The woman’s voice rang out but she waved to Avdol.
“You get that puppy home, if your parents won’t let you keep him, he is more
than welcome over here.” Her voice like silk made Avdol’s heart relax. “You’ll
have to come over sometime, Muhammad. So I can show you Jean’s baby pictures~”
“Mom!” The French boy’s voice showed how embarrassed he was.
Sherry giggled past Polnareff as she lightly pushed her brother’s shoulder.
“Jean’s got a boyfriend~ Jean’s got a boyfriend.” She hopped up the stairs to
her mother.
“So immature…” A huff came from Jean as he stormed his way to Avdol.
“Sherry stop it.” Their mother told her but her attention looked up towards the
boys. “Be safe and behave, mostly you, Jean.”
Redness radiated from Jean’s face as he pulled Avdol down the sidewalk slowly.
“Come on, before she invites you in for cookies.”
“Your mother knows?” Avdol asks curiously.
“Knows what?”
“Knows about us.”
“Oh… Yeah… sorry.” A slight concern arose in Jean’s voice.
“No, I like that at least one of our parents know. I.. really don’t like
keeping secrets.”
A rush of relief ran over Jean, “Your parents don’t know?”
“Oh no. And I’d appreciate it, if you didn’t tell them.” The demand from
Avdol’s voice was clear enough for Jean to get the message. He just gave a
quick nod.
A few more block down the street and Avdol’s curiosity grew.
“Did you tell your mom, you were gay?” Finally building up enough courage to
ask.
“Oh.. ha. No.” Jean said, his embarrassment came back in a flash. “She… caught
me kissing a boy, in our living room one night back in France. And we had a
long talk. A LONG talk. She thought it was just a phase at first but I knew
ever since middle school I just liked guys more. After 8th grade she realized
it wasn’t a phase and she just accepted it. We had another talk and she told me
if I had a boyfriend she was to know about it immediately.”
“She sounds like a very caring mother.” Avdol said coming up to an average
looking house.
“Yeah, she really is.” He boasted a bit, knowing he had the best mother around.
“Can you get the door for me?” His arms will still full with the terrier who
was still sleeping.
“Oh right!” Jean opened the door wide for his boyfriend and they both made
their way through a small hall into a kitchen, passing the living room.
The house looked average on the outside, but the inside’s décor couldn’t be
missed. Egyptian inscriptions with a mix of tribal voodoo was everywhere. Jean
felt a little nervous with a hand grabbing at the shirt on Avdol’s back.
As the two entered the kitchen a woman in what looked like strange clothing to
Jean, stood by the sink. Her dark hair in dreadlocks, beads, and gold flowed
down to her hips. A naïve language was the first thing out of her mouth. Jean
could tell it was a form of Arabic.  Avdol spoke back, giving the dog to his
mother she laid the pup down on the kitchen table. Jean hid himself behind his
boyfriend, just watching this strange woman murmur something stranger. The
herbs and spices all over the counter were foreign to Jean. The smell of sage
filled the air but something unknown to Jean smelled pretty good, like
something was cooking. He finally noticed a pot on the stove smoking from the
lid.
The woman wrapped the pup in bandages after treating all of his wounds. Her
coddling arms picked up the dog then approached Avdol and his French friend.
She spoke again but Jean couldn’t tell what she was saying.
“She says we can keep him as long as he doesn’t chase the chickens.” Avdol told
Jean while taking their dog from his mother’s arms.
“Really?” Jean said excited.
Avdol spoke to his mother in her prefer language then guided Jean up the stairs
and to the left into a normal modern looking room. Jean sighed in relief,
feeling at ease in what he thought was a normal atmosphere.
“Sorry, my mother hates English. She refused to learn or speak it.” Avdol told
Jean as soon as the door was closed. He placed the pup on his bed, making sure
he was comfortable.
“She’s… charming.” Jean said, looking around Avdol’s room, the first time being
in someone else room besides Kakyion’s. The Egyptian’s room had a few posters
up of random bands, one in particular was Iggy Pop.
“Whoa. You like Iggy Pop too?” Jean asked making himself at home by sitting on
the bed by their new dog.
“Oh, yeah, not many people know him.” Avdol said, “Well not this generation at
least.” He said sitting down on the bed as well.
“My mom is in love with him.” Jean leaned back a bit then an idea popped into
his head. “Hey, we need a name for him, how about… Pop.” The French boy laughed
a bit.
Avdol’s smile came after hearing his boyfriend’s laughter. “That’s silly, how
about Iggy instead?”
“Iggy? Iggy. I like it!”
They agreed to name the saved dog, Iggy. Little Iggy stayed at Avdol’s place
while he was nursed back to health by Avdol, Jean and Avdol’s mother. The
little tyke grew stronger with the passing days as well did his quirky
personality. Avdol and Polnareff never knew how unprepared they were for their
adventures is their new dog, Iggy.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter was more focused on bring Iggy into the picture than the
     actual Joestar brothers. I do love Iggy though. So much.
***** The Stone Mask *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio's in the basement when he's not suppose to be but then again,
     when is Dio ever doing something good?
Chapter Notes
     I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Dio is ... a little shit but I
     feel like he really cares for Jonathan.
     I hope you enjoy~
     (Edited by followyourdeans)
A long, quiet, boring day. Just like any other day of Jonathan’s life. After
his usual classes, his usual rugby practice, then he’d walk his girlfriend,
Erina, home. Like a true gentlemen would. Long slightly dull good byes were
said as the two parted ways.
Come to think of it, Jonathan realized they haven’t even kissed. Or really held
hands unless they were in front of her friends. He tried to fight his teen
hormones down as much as he could to avoid feeling guilty later tonight.
Fighting himself was hard. When all he wanted was one person. His adopted
brother, Dio.
Dio Brando, a manipulating, conniving snake. He always ended up making his way
back inside Jonathan’s head. Like a plague, Dio stormed his brain with sinful
images of lust.
Jonathan’s mind then began to wonder, how far did Joseph or Jotaro get with
their partners? Knowing Joseph, he’s probably kissed everyone in school, and
knowing Jotaro, he’d have a girl knocked up by sophomore year. He began to
wonder if his role-model skills were even worth continuing.
Upon coming home to his usual routine, he noticed as he walked into the kitchen
to put his bag up, the door to the basement was open. And the rule was no one
was allowed to enter the basement. NO ONE. Not even Ms. Holly. Jonathan’s heart
picked up its pace with the looming dread that radiated from the darkness of
the basement. Dad wasn’t home, he saw Ms. Holly in the garden coming in and
Joseph and Jotaro had baseball practice.
Dio…
A huff came from Jonathan’s lips as he marched right into the dark expanse. The
stairs creaked with each step he took. His pace slowed on the pieces of wood
and the noise started to drag out even longer. The decision of regret filled
him up as his feet hit the concrete of the unfinished basement floor. The smell
of moss and cold water filled his lungs. The darkness smoked around him with
the only light coming from the door above. He could hear the sound a single
droplet hitting a metal pipe in the back.
His own sweating palms struggled to find his smartphone in his pocket. With his
phone in his hand he quickly turned on it’s flash light.
In front of him, Dio popped up in an ancient mask making a loud;
“Boo!”
Jonathan, of course nearly jumped out of his skin but then his fist punched Dio
in the arm when he knew it was Dio.
“Ow~” A delightful tone rang through the mask.
“Dio! You know we’re not suppose to be down here. What are you doing with that
thing?” The boy’s hands tried to take off the stone mask but Dio dodge him at
every point.
“I got bored. God, all you ever do is study, or we eat cookies that Holly
makes, or we are the good children, making our beds, and doing dishes.” Dio
taunts as he turns away and pulls off the mask.
The blonde lit a few candles with a lighter on a wooden desk. Placed upon it
was an old book and a rusted jeweled dagger. Jonathan’s eyes, however were on
the mask in Dio’s hand. It looked so familiar. He snatched it from Dio’s hand
and held it to the light. Rather creepy looking he would admit. With crackles
down its face, slanted eye holes and fangs coming out of its mouth. He looked
on the inside too, no words, no date, nothing.
“Yeah I looked. It came with this book and dagger I found with some of dad’s
old belongings.” Dio boasted at his first discovery. “Pretty cool, uh?”
“We shouldn’t be down here.”
Jonathan sounded like a broken record.
‘We shouldn’t be down here. Does he ever say anything interesting that doesn’t
apply to rules?’ Dio’s thoughts criticized as he watched his brother examine
the mask. ‘He does look tasty in candle light though.’
Dio’s natural desire made him uncontrollably look Jonathan up an down like a
piece of meat. His thoughts rushing to all the naughty things they could do
down in the cold, wet basement. Surrounded by their father’s collection of
creepy, old items. They could do it on the floor, on the desk, on a chest or
against the wall.
Jonathan looked towards Dio as he stared at him with hungry looking eyes. It
made the boy rather uncomfortable. He didn’t comprehend what Dio could possibly
be looking at.
“What?” Jonathan decided to say.
“How’s Erina?” Dio averted his gaze and avoiding Jonathan’s question all
together.
The blonde’s body purposely turned towards the desk and leaned over it with his
ass sticking out. It finally hit Jonathan that Dio was still in his rugby
uniform. As his butt was profoundly bigger in tight spandex.
“Why are you still in your jersey?”
“Why are you staring?” Dio snapped back while watching his brother stare.
The heat from Jonathan’s cheek rushed all over his face. “Erina is fine.” He
avoided the scenario all together, knowing he couldn’t get mixed feelings at a
time like this. Jonathan felt as though Dio was teasing him on purpose, little
did the boy know, Dio was.
“Oh, that’s good to hear.” Dio’s hand slide up his own shirt to pretend to
scratch an itch on his chest. His other hand flipping pages on a nearby book,
‘looking busy’.
Jonathan puts the mask on the desk with unconscious eyes watching Dio’s curves
sway. He wanted nothing more than to fall inside the darkness that surrounded
them as Dio guided him into temptation. But Jonathan’s faith gave him strength
as he closed his eyes to draw a deep breath. With control over his breathing
regained, he felt powerful enough to step away.
“We need to leave… we shouldn’t be here.”
The words made Dio sigh in annoyance but before he could get out a word he
heard the steps of the stairs. Snapping to look, Jonathan had already
disappeared in the light.
Alone once again in the pitch black room lit by the door and a few candles,
only the mask to keep him company. His eyes zoomed over the dusty looking book
that accompanied the mask and dagger. Dio’s fingers glided over the hard
leather cover with arcane inscriptions on it. His curious little mind wanted to
know more but from the top of the stairs, as if an angel of God called out to
him.
“Dio. Get up here. Now.”
Jonathan’s lack of fun started to become quite irritating. A quick breath blew
out the candles on the desk, then he walked nonchalantly up the flight of
stairs. Not bothered by the abyss of impenetrable darkness encircling him.
The ominous view Jonathan saw sent a shiver down his spine. Even if his brother
Dio, wasn’t scary, watching him emerge up the stairs slowly, hearing the
prolonged creaks of the staircase was scary enough to make Jonathan take a step
back. Something about the scene sent flashes of what he could of sworn were
memories. But they dissipated so quickly he couldn’t pick up a full image. All
he felt was this burning ache in his heart.
It happened all too fast. Jonathan’s sudden lack of breath made his knees weak
and the six foot tall boy crashed to the floor while clutching his chest.
Dio flooded with panic as he dropped to Jonathan’s side.
“Jonathan!”
He was out cold and Dio tried to think of what to do. If he got Holly, he would
have to tell her they went into the basement. Then, of course, she’d tell dad
and they would both get in trouble. And trouble was a no go in Dio’s book. Not
when he was the one getting in the trouble, anyway.
Leaving Jonathan on the floor for only a moment he shut the door. His eyes
glanced around to find Holly still gardening outside. Dio also listened
carefully for Joseph or Jotaro.
‘Nope. Good. Still gone.’
He counted himself lucky as he picked up the large mass that was Jonathan and
carried him to his room.
Once he laid the boy on his bed, he got him ‘ready for bed’. Pulled his shoes
and socks off.
“God, Jonathan, do you ever wash your feet?” Dio commented out loud.
Aside from that, he also started to change Jonathan into his pjs. The shirt was
the easiest part, Dio thought but coming to his pants, Dio’s hormones started
to act up in the slightest way.
‘Too bad. This isn’t the time.’ He thought as he slid the top of the pajama
pants to his waist.
With Jonathan all tucked away Dio had to make it look like the boy was feeling
sick. Coming back down the stairs and into the kitchen, Holly had begun
prepping dinner. Dio’s eyes rolled, not really wanting to converse but he had
no choice. She looked directly at him as he stepped one foot onto the tile
floor.
“Oh Dio, welcome back. Where is Jonathan? He left his homework on the counter
again.”
Dio froze for only a moment before thinking up a quick lie.
“He told me he was feeling sick and needed to go lay down.”
“I should go give him some medicine . The poor dear, he works so hard on his
studies.” Holly started to dig in the medicine cabin.
“I already got him medicine, mother, but I’m sure he’ll be hungry when he wakes
up.” Dio’s hands took hers and he guided her back to doing prep. His smooth
words put Holly at ease.
“You’re right.” Holly said getting all giddy that Dio called her mother.
Dio acted as though everything was peachy. He calmly got a glass of water and a
damp wash rag.
“I’ll go give these to Jonathan, just in case.”
“Thank you, Dio. You’re such a big help~ Could you take his bag up to him too?”
“Yes, Mother.”
He did as he was told, bag and all he went back to Jonathan’s room. The water
placed on the nightstand and the rag on his forehead. Dio placed himself at
Jonathan’s desk and relaxed.
“You owe me big time. If Holly had to take you to the hospital, dad would of
found out for sure then we’d both…” he grimaced. “Get our phones taken away. Or
worse… you know how much I love my laptop. She’s innocent. She doesn’t deserve
to be taken away from her daddy.” Dio’s words never reach the sleeping
Jonathan.
Dio grew bored waiting around for Jonathan to wake up, after he heard Joseph
and Jotaro come home he spun around to Jonathan’s desk and started doing his
homework. The same math problems as on Dio’s homework, this wasn’t too bad.
Thank goodness he was good at forging handwriting too. No one would ever be
able to tell someone else did JoJo’s work for him. As Dio became focused on
praising himself, he barely heard Jonathan start to stir from the bed.
“Dio?” His voice sounded rather weak, words coming out raspy. Jonathan tried to
gain focus and remember the last thing that happened. It was all a blur.
Dio could finally take a deep breath of fresh air. If Jonathan had not woken up
soon, then he would have had to tell Holly. But he had enough time to think up
10 different lies he could of used.
A pressure of the edge of the bed gave note to Jonathan that Dio was there. He
felt warm hand remove the washcloth from his forehead. His eyes regained their
focus, seeing Dio above them.
“Ok first. How many fingers am I holding up?” The blonde held up three of his
slim fingers.
“Three.”
“Oh goody. You’re not brain damaged.” Dio said sarcastically, making Jonathan
frown.
The boy sat up with groans escaping his lips. “You’re not funny, Dio. What
happened?”
“I should be asking you that. You just fainted, out of the blue.” Dio said.
“All I remember is you coming up the stairs, and then I blacked out.” He knew
there was something missing from the equation, he wouldn’t just faint like
that, would he?
“Yeah. Well, whatever the case, I did your homework. Holly saved some food for
you in a container downstairs. And here’s some water. Bye.” Dio hopped up and
started towards the doors.
Jonathan couldn’t believe his ears. Dio did all those things for him, not Dio.
“Wait, can… you go warm up the container for me?” Jonathan wanted to see how
far his adoptive brother would go.
Dio huffed at the door then left to the stairs. He didn’t know if he wanted to
do it because JoJo wasn’t feeling well, or he was doing it to avoid trouble. He
wouldn’t dare do this for anyone else though. No one else was as special to
him.
Jonathan ate Holly’s food gratefully. Even after being warmed up it tasted like
heaven on a fork. Dio also served him with a can of coke. He almost didn’t
accept it since they were reserved for Joseph only, but after his incident he
thought caffeine wouldn’t be too bad of an idea.
Watchful eyes from Dio made sure Jonathan was alright to function on his own,
but the blonde grew tired every moment. The time reached into the early morning
hours.
A little before Jonathan finished his container he noticed Dio’s eyes
fluttering closed. Setting it aside he had Dio lay beside him without struggle.
Jonathan too laid down looking at his brother’s face in slight awe. He really
did take care of him while he was asleep. It felt odd having someone who only
cared about himself, care for another person.
Dio must of fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow because Jonathan
could wrap an arm around him and pull him close into a cuddle. His own heart
raced as his forehead leaned against Dio’s.
‘ Is this what it’s like to lay with the one you love? He looks so beautiful
and peaceful.’
Jonathan’s thoughts bubbled up. His actions didn’t stop there. He even dared to
lean in a little more and place a soft kiss on the sleeping boy’s lips. Not
exactly what Jonathan wanted, but this was good enough for him. To forget all
his worries, doubts, and faith. He was happy just to be by Dio’s side, holding
the boy to his chest.
Sadly, Jonathan knew the morning would come and this daydream would reach a
bitter end.
***** Three Short Entries *****
Chapter Summary
     After a few days from Jonathan fainting, their lives slowly come
     together or apart. Their feelings all laid out in the diaries, or in
     Jotaro's case a journal.
     Jotaro's Journal
     Joseph's Diary
     Jonathan's Confession
Chapter Notes
     So sorry I haven't been updating. I got intense writer's block, then
     the holidays and intense 50 hour work week schedule, cons are coming
     up, and school is starting again soon. Also sorry this is very short.
     I needed something to speed this story progression along since I
     couldn't really think of a happy medium between the faint scene and
     Jotaro's singing scene.
     I hope you enjoy.
The school talent show – thing, is coming up. It gets closer and closer to the
point where I just want to drop out. I have never done anything like this.
Singing in front of a crowd. And to all people, I’ll be singing to Kakyoin.
I’ve picked up a few flirting tips from Joseph, none of them work go figure.
Like accidently dropping my pencil by him (<Stupid). I dropped the stupid
pencil and went to pick it up and hit my damn head on his desk. At least I got
him to laugh and pay attention to me.
This whole flirting thing is terrible, I even leaned over him with my hand
against his locker. I don’t understand, Joseph said he’d blush but there wasn’t
a single hint of being flustered. I was even pretty damn close to his face. He
just smiled. I didn’t know if I wanted to punch him or kiss him. His
faithfulness to Dio is driving me insane.
Speaking of stupid things, almost everyone on my baseball team sucks. They
can’t throw a ball or they run like a dipshit. Kakyoin can sure hit a ball like
a champ, but his running needs work. He’s the definition of a nerd. Avdol is
pretty great, he can run, hit, and catch. I really have no complaints about
him. Polnareff can’t hit worth a damn sometimes. He makes good punt plays but
really can’t hit it far enough to count. I guess he does a well job at
catching, but his best quality is pitching. Like a bullet out of a gun coming
out of his hand. I really don’t want to talk about Joseph, I get tired of him
just as quick as I do at home.
It’s been really frustrating lately when Dio comes to our practice 10 minutes
til finish. When I first started, I got to walk Kakyoin to his corner, but ever
since Dio shows up, HE gets to walk Kaky to his corner. OR him and Kakyoin will
sneak off somewhere else. And I’ve noticed, Kakyoin will watch me from afar as
if to see if I’m watching them. I dare look up and he clings to Dio’s arm, like
he’s taunting me.
What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s just pulling my strings? I mean
sometimes he acts like he’s into me, and other times he acts like we’re just
friends. Which we are, just friends, but that’s not really the point. The point
is he’s being really wishy washy and it pisses me off. I can only hope singing
to him will get my point across. He shouldn’t be with Dio, am I wrong? No. I’m
not wrong.
I still have this stupid Tarot card, The Star. I tried giving it back to him on
multiple occasions but he refuses to take it back. Do you think it’s a hint? If
you believe in stupid shit like that.
I just remembered, a few nights ago during practice, I got this aching feeling
all over my body. It’s like it wasn’t just on one part of my body, but like in
dots all over. And the strange thing was, Joseph started to say he couldn’t
feel his hand, and that his body felt weak like something was being sucked out
of him. We both took the bench for the rest of practice, Joseph said maybe he
was a thief in the past life and got his hand cut off. I just told him he was
an idiot.
Because he is.
>>> 
“Jotaro, Dinner is done.” Joseph said in the doorway, breaking Jotaro out of
his writing zone. “Oh! You’re still writing in that diary I got you?”
“Journal. And I might be.” Jotaro replied as he closed it to join his older
brother.
“Good for letting it out uh?”
The younger boy just shook his head as the two headed down for dinner.
>>> 
Dear Diary,
The strangest thing happened today, Caesar actually approached me first! Like
cool right? We’ve actually been hanging out a lot before and after school. We
go to the roof top to skip class because he says he hates England History. He
says he’d rather learn about Italy History. Go figure. We talk about a lot of
things, like how Lisa Lisa hates me but loves him. How ghouts apparently can’t
go past rings of salt. How you’re suppose to taste wine, the ‘Proper Way’.
Caesar also talks about how his father and mother are going through a divorce.
He told me he wanted to live with his father even though his mother was in
Italy. Caesar left Italy because of how controlling and mentally damaging she
is to him. He didn’t go into detail, but I could tell by his expression, she
hurt him. To make him laugh I pushed chopsticks behind my upper lips. He didn’t
laugh on the outside, but I could tell I cheered him up.
We’re growing really close, and to be honest, my heart pounds loudly every time
we accidently swipe hands. It happens a lot more than one thinks.
Of course, we still fight over stupid stuff like, ‘You idiot you can’t do this
or that’. ‘You’re a moron.’ ‘He’s an Italian piece of shit.’ But I think our
personalities just clash because we both want to be right, but I’m always right
to begin with.
I smell food, I better get Jotaro before Miss Holly gets upset we’re not down
there. Miss Holly is honestly the best.
>>> 
School is getting harder, practice is getting tougher. Ever since I passed out
that night I haven’t been feeling the same. I can barely focus, my head is in a
whirl. I’m thinking about telling dad what happened. Maybe I should go see a
doctor. Dio swears up and down I’m just faking it. Why would I fake something
when finals are drawing near? I’ve never faked being sick in my life, that
isn’t the right thing to do.
I wish I could remember what I saw. Before I passed out. What memories did I
see? They keep bugging at me, tormenting me. I want to know.
I’ll tell you a secret. Against my father’s orders I’ve been going down into
the basement. By myself. It’s a little scary, and cold but I feel like the
answers are down there. I’ve been trying to read the book the stone mask comes
with but the pages are in some ancient language. The images look even more
horrifying then the whole basement put together. People being stabbed, hung and
crucified. It scares me to think the memories I saw had something to do with
this mask and book. Maybe even the dagger. The jewels on it look like they are
worth a fortune, and the blade is curved to a perfection. Not a single nic, it
looks sharp and I dare not pick it up.
I sadly regret enjoying not spending time with Erina. As of lately, she has
been speaking nothing but our prom coming up, I can barely get her to talk
about anything else. Or it’s about what she did, who she was with. I do not
mind listening but no matter what I talk about she acts bored and turns the
conversation onto her. I guess I should be more considerate of her feelings,
maybe she is feeling lonely since I’ve been so busy with school, college
applications and practice. It is all my fault our relationship isn’t as it use
to be, but, the reason could also be I’ve been, I guess, flirting with Dio. And
the activity of this flirting has increased more since the night I passed out.
Dio always comes into my room without knocking now. His hands caress my
shoulders. Plus he will sometimes lean over my desk, whisper in my ear and sway
his hips as he walks out. I know what he is trying to do, but as a gentlemen I
refuse….
I can not say much, for I am not really one. As guilt, I have cheated on Erina.
I’ve kissed Dio while he was sleeping. Which is shameless and preverted. I
should of never let Dio’s beauty get the best of me. But I am ashamed. I’m
ashamed that I could not be the gentlemen my father wants. But as long as no
one knows, I’ll carry this burden upon myself.
***** 'You've Done it Now' *****
Chapter Summary
     Jotaro sings
     Joseph joins
     Jonathan is out of character
Chapter Notes
     I finally did it. I hope you enjoy, like, and comment. < it's really
     appreciated and motivating.
The show was being held in the gymnasium with equipment all hooked up. Before
Jotaro stepped onto the court the crowd before him went dead quiet. He could
hear people whisper but he wasn’t sure what they were saying. His eyes darted
around for his brother Joseph first. Of course, his dumb face was sitting next
to his boy toy, Caesar, giving two big thumbs up. Advol sat next to Joseph and
next to him was Polnareff. They were close to the front, and just diagonal of
them sat Dio and Kakyoin, with Dio’s group of delinquents. And in a few rows up
sat his older brother Jonathan with his girlfriend Erina and her girlfriends.
Jotaro didn’t look it, but inside he was more nerves that he ever felt. Taking
the microphone into his sweaty hands he looked towards Kakyoin, and that is
where his eyes were going to stay. As the song began and he started to sing in
Kakyoin’s direction, the crowd looked around. Getting the hint he was obviously
singing to someone. The boy in the bleachers tried not to lead on that it was
him but his face got redder by the moment.
“Wow Jotaro has a really good voice.” Polnareff whispered to Advol who just
tapped him to be quiet.
To make matters even more embarrassing for Kakyoin, Jotaro stared to walk up
the bleacher stairs while singing towards the end of the song right in his
direction. The boy decided to look down once Jotaro was standing right in front
of him. And while singing the course one last time, Jotaro’s hand wrapped
around Kakyoin’s and pulled the boy to his feet. Looking up into Jotaro’s eyes,
Kakyoin could feel everyone’s eyes look upon them in shock.
By the last words, Jotaro had made all the right moves and places his lips upon
Kakyoin’s. A few gasps came from here and there, Joseph celebrated in his seat
quietly with Polnareff and Caesar dumbfounded but Avdol seen it coming from
miles away. But not everything could be so perfect, just seconds after Kakyoin
tried to push his lips back onto Jotaro’s, a painful punch smeared across
Jotaro’s face. Unexpectedly, Jotaro fall onto the stairs of the bleachers and
at the end of the first was Dio, standing right beside Kakyoin with anger in
his eyes.
That whole time Dio’s blood boiled to it’s surface like a crazy bat outta
hella. Watching his youngest brother just come and swoop his treasure out of
his hands was unacceptable. Jotaro was just out of his damn mind if he thought
for a minute that Dio would just give Kakyoin up.
Jotaro never backed down. He got up to his feet to attack Dio with all his pent
up anger. But it wasn’t just Dio that joined in. Jotaro’s arms were grabbed by
Dio’s lowest of the low followers. Not only was Jotaro grabbed but Kakyoin was
too. The gymnasium broke out in a terror with the two in the middle struggling
to break free. Students gathered around screaming; ‘Fight fight fight.’ Their
phones out to record every second.
The one and only, Joseph mixed himself up by taking down one with a tackle.
With his brother’s help, Jotaro finally got himself free to fist fight the boys
around him. Seeing Joseph get into the brawl made Caesar jump in too. Defending
Joseph from behind. Avdul and Polnareff helped a few student off the bleachers
who weren’t interested the fight but got almost trampled on by the excitement.
The amazing Joseph and Caesar duo handled most of the guys that came at them.
Jonathan, who was a few steps above them, took Erina’s hand to make her look at
him.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, Erina. But you are and I are no longer together
as of now…”
Erina looks absolutely devastated, watching Jonathan travel down the stairs
towards Dio. The evil snake watched as Jotaro and Kakyoin tried to break
through his large group. He knew how much Jotaro wanted revenge and it just
thrilled him deep inside to watch them struggle. Dio didn’t even notice
Jonathan heading for him and before he knew it, he was clamped with the force
of his head being turned. Jonathan landed his lips right against the evil-doer.
The yellow eyes of Dio went wide in dismay with his hands gripping at JoJo’s
beautiful white button up shirt sleeves.
Once again, the smaller crowd went dead quiet again. And Jotaro himself felt
the need to puke. Even Joseph, who ‘knew everything’ was confused. Everyone
stood around where they were at to watch the two kiss right there.
Watching all the kissing action go down made Caesar even wonder, was he next?
But looking at Joseph’s dumb perplexed look, he knew that idiot wouldn’t do it.
So without further delay, Caesar yanked Joseph by his jacket opening and pulled
him close. His hand grabbed the brown haired boy’s jaw, forcing him to tilt his
head back as he placed his lips upon Joseph’s.
The excitement on Joseph’s face spread like wild fire as he jumped onto Caesar,
wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist to kiss him back - full on. The
Italian lost his balance and crashed into a few people behind them.
“You IDIOT!”
“BE MY BOYFRIEND, CAESARONI!” was all Joseph could think about saying after
that.
“Dio Brando! Jotaro Joestar! Noriaki Kakyoin! Joseph Joestar! Caesar Zepelli!
In my office! Now!”
None other than their principle, Rudal Von Stroheim. Roughly build massive man,
with a military like status and a strong thick Germany accent. All the students
knew not to get in the principle’s way. Rumors have been told that Mr. Stroheim
served in World War 2, impossible as it may sound, the rumors also say he just
looks young because he’s a cyborg. Most of the teachers trusted him and he had
his quirky funny moments, but in this time there was nothing to laugh about.
All the boys walked in a line and straight to his office without another word.
Joseph, the only one who almost bounced for joy, held onto Caesar’s shoulders.
While crossing Stroheim’s path, he quickly kept to himself as the strong glare
stared him down from the ‘general’s’ eyes.
Jonathan was left in the gym alone, he watched all the other student pile out,
including Erina and her friends. He watched as they comforted their crying
friend. Poor Erina, if only he could have undone what he did, but the past was
the past and all Jonathan wanted to look for were answers. Why did he have the
sudden urge to kiss Dio? Why was he sinning against God or even his father? It
didn’t help in the slightest that during his sleep he’d start to have
terrifying dreams of his house burning down. Jonathan wasn’t thinking straight,
and he knew it. He also knew that if he continued to drag Erina down this path,
he’d end up hurting her more than it was worth. After clearing himself of his
thoughts, he walked to the principal’s office as well, ignoring all the
murmured rumors from the students he past. Jonathan’s thoughts ran deep with
questions that he honestly just didn’t hear how nasty the words coming from
everyone around him.
Inside the well-kept office turned out to be worse than any of them could of
imagined. The one thing known of them was their parents being called and
informed. Kakyoin tried not to have a panic attack, wondering only what his
mother would say or do. Thankful, Kakyoin was let of a big hook, Stroheim’s
attention was mostly on the Joestar’s and Dio.
“How dare, any of you, to come into this school, with petty intentions of
starting an all-out riot.” Stroheim.
“Well…” Joseph held up his finger to the adult but Stroheim raised his voice.
“Not! A word! Joseph!”
Joseph just made a ‘well then’ face and looked down. His eyes glanced at
Kakyoin who was visibly shaking. As the principle yelled about the rules and
school policies, in a comforting manner, Joseph took Kakyoin’s hand. Once
having Kaky’s attention he grinned. A rolled up magazine from out of no where
smacked Joseph across the head.
“Ow!” The boy reached to hold the back of his head and he bent back to look to
see his English Teacher, Mr. Zepelli, Caesar’s father.
“Oh Hey come to join the party?” Joseph asked, earning another hit on his
forehead. “Argh.”
Joseph’s relaxed nature made Kakyoin feel at ease. The warmth of Joseph’s hand
stayed with him, a true friend he could always rely on. The red head listened
to Stroheim’s long boring speech about no fighting and ect. Feeling better as
time dragged out. Kakyoin wasn’t alone. He had his friends there, he had
friends all around school. No matter how bad or stress it got from here, he
knew he could rely on those people. Joseph made it very clear to him that in
darkness there is always a light.
Once the lecture ended, Jotaro, Dio, Joseph, and Caesar all got one week in
class suspension. Kakyoin thanked Stroheim over and over who his kindness,
apparently, it had been leaked that Kakyoin was just in the mix and didn’t
fight anyone. (<Polnareff)
All three boy’s besides Caesar walked out of their school to find their father,
waiting with Jonathan in the car.
“Get in.” George’s voice sounded stern.
Jotaro, Dio, and Joseph didn’t hesitate getting in the back seat with Jonathan
riding shotgun. But Jotaro refused to sit by Dio so he forced Joseph to sit in
between them.
“Aw I wanted window seat.” Joseph playfully complained, trying to lighten up
the gloomy mood.
“Silence.. You all are to go to my office room as soon as we arrive home.”
George shut down Joseph quickly and that boy just huffed.
“Give your cellphones to Jonathan.” He also ordered.
“Wh..What? Why?” Joseph spoke up in a pout. “But daddy.”
“Joseph!”
Dio handed his phone to Jonathan as did Joseph (who was pouting). Jotaro on the
other hand, tossed his phone harshly up into the front seat, making his father
step on the brakes.
“Keep it up Jotaro!” Their father glared at him through the rearview mirror.
“How about you Make Me!” Jotaro retorted back.
“Enough!” George started to drive again. Trying to calm his nerves as he pulled
up to the mansion. “Inside, all four of you.”
“Yes Father.” Jonathan and Dio said at the same time and followed each other
straight to his work office.
With the two boys leading the way, Joseph, with a skip in his step waved at
Holly. She was gardening when everyone came home.
“Hi Holly!~” Joseph shouted in a cheerful voice. “Caesar is my boyfriend!” He
wanted to share the news with her as soon as possible.
The woman just giggled and waved to him, watching him disappear into the
mansion. Her smile faded a bit once she saw Jotaro storm inside, purposely
slamming the front door before his father could get a chance to the steps.
“Is… Everything all right, Mr. Joestar?” Holly made her way up to him, removing
her dirt covered gloves.
George gave her a nod soft nod before making his own way inside. Ms. Holly
couldn’t help herself as she rushed to follow the group a few paces behind.
Once the door was closed she quietly shuffled to the door and pressed her ear
against it.
All four boys stood in a row with their father leaning against his desk. He
looked lost for words. The silence made Joseph feel a little uncomfortable.
Seeing everyone’s gloomy face made the room dark.
“What possessed you boys to start a fight in school?” George asked first.
The feeling of resentment fueled in Jotaro’s chest, “I was defending myself.”
“There is a difference between defending and just walking away, Jotaro.” George
spoke in a calm voice.
“But it was like, 100 against 1!” Joseph broke the silence.
“That is not what Principle Stroeim told me.”
“He wasn’t even there.” Jotaro added.
“Enough..” George held up his index and middle finger and he sighed softly. He
brought his hand to his face with his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“I think what matters most… is why you were kissing a boy.. Jotaro.”
The room fell dead silent, all of them knew what their Catholic father was
really upset about now.
“I guess I should send you to a Catholic Boarding school, Jotaro.”
“Go ahead, better than being here.” The youngest fired back.
“Then you’ll have to send me too!” Jospeh spoke up. “Because… I like..
Caesar..”
George looked at Joseph in slight shock then looked over at Jonathan.
“And you?”
“I…” Jonathan couldn’t look his father in the face, embarrassment flooded his
body without warning.
Jonathan Joestar, the first child from the bloodline, George’s favorite put his
head down in shame.
“It shouldn’t matter.” Joseph stood up for his older brother. “Well if we’re
all gay, you might as well send all of us to boarding school.”
All four boys knew their father wouldn’t do that and knowing Jotaro and Joseph,
it wouldn’t ‘fix’ them either. George grew tired of this back and forth
bickering that lead to one result. He forced himself to dismiss his sons. The
first one out was Jotaro. Zooming to his room only to hear his father yell out.
“You’re all grounded until further notice!”
End Notes
     I really hope you enjoyed this. I will try to update as I can. School
     and Work are conflicting and I'm a lazy POS. <3 Enjoy; Jotaro's
     angst, Joseph's Bubbliness, Jonathan's confusion.
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