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原作者 @Foenix 和Alsabetha （已授权翻译）  

复活！

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Chapter 12: Love and War

“我不能告诉你我的位置，但如果你把发生的一切都说出来，我也不介意给你寄点钱过去。”徐伦装出一副不在意的语气说着。

“嗯哼，既然你提到了钱，我也没什么好抱怨的了，虽然已经有个男的为此付过一笔了，”奎丝的声音从电话那头传来，“但也不要为了这多一份的酬金有压力哦，我已经毫无怨言了……对了，你从来没告诉过我你爹有这么辣啊。”

徐伦还没来得及回应，她就自顾自地说了下去。“啊，空条先生，他和你有点像，但在性感方面可是相当前卫。”奎丝好像被自己的评论逗笑了，“他让我一旦联络上你，就告诉你你的母亲和朋友们一切都好。还有，我得打个电话通知他，这样还能拿更多的……”

阿帕基直接拿走了手机，谈话因此而中断，他打开手机取出SIM卡，一折两半。

“好了，小家伙，你已经知道自己的双亲安好，就别哭哭啼啼的了，趁着特莉休，上帝保佑，趁她还没决定要去情趣用品店之前回家吧。”

虽然有些遗憾没能细问普奇神父的死，但收到父母和朋友的消息还是让徐伦的心情有所好转。看着阿帕基全然阴沉的脸色，她也不想再抱怨什么了。

回程相当和谐，除了阿帕基和纳兰迦因为索要手机、通知布加拉提他们要回去而闹的一点小矛盾外，一切相安无事。在两通电话之后，消息到了乔鲁诺那里。因为东西大都比人先到了家，徐伦饶有兴趣地看着几个女仆忙来忙去到处收拾。

“Ciao，逛的还开心么？我看到账单的时候就知道，特莉休大概相当卖力，你是遇到了什么问题，连购物都被迫中止了。”乔鲁诺站在门口迎接了他们，并尽力装出一副恰好路过的样子来掩饰刚刚的长时间等待。

“噗，她什么都不要，劝了好久才勉强买了一瓶香水，我原来准备给她四瓶呢，而且她对于礼服、滑雪服和珠宝也毫无兴趣，”特莉休叹了口气，“我的Sorellina太客气了，但我会改造她的。”

“当然，我相信你有这个能力，”乔鲁诺转向徐伦，“她们正往你房间搬东西呢，不想亲自去规划规划？”

徐伦并不是傻瓜，敏锐地捕捉到了他的弦外之音——支开自己以便于和队友们单独谈话，所以她毫不拖泥带水，抱着那个巨大的海豚玩偶就离开了。女仆们都很友善，尽管英语说的磕磕绊绊，也会尽力跟她交流。

没什么需要亲自动手的，她趁着女仆们打理的时候洗了个澡，然后径直到床上躺下，翻开那本《暮光之城》，虽然之前看过电影，但原文还是第一次。眼下的时候开始再恰当不过，毕竟她就在试图逃离一个痴迷于气味的变态吸血鬼，像书里的詹姆斯一样。

与此同时，另外三人站在唐的办公室，脸上均是一副阴云密布的表情。

“在你开始之前，我再重申一次，给她手机这个决定是我一个人做出的，与他们无关，”阿帕基坚决地说，“如果你想大发雷霆，就让他们出去。”

乔鲁诺捏了捏鼻梁，头猛烈地痛起来，但感觉不同以往，这种头痛自从他一周前飞往佛罗里达后就再没消失过。其实，他最不愿做的事就是责骂亲近的人，但显然面前这几位没有理解事情的严重性。他们不了解多纳泰罗的实力，也完全不理解他对女孩那种疯狂的、纵使将一路上所有人都杀光也在所不惜的渴望。虽说自己是绑架了她，但光是想想那个怪物会做出什么，他仍然感到无比恶心。

“你们不能想象她现在处于何种危险之中，这样也并非我所愿，如果可以选择的话，我大概会拿她当作诱饵……”

“是啊，把她关进一个安全的、堆满奢侈品的笼子，你知道你会得到什么吗？一个伤痕累累的女孩，她甚至不知道自己的父母是否活着，”阿帕基直视着教父的眼睛，在这里没有几个人胆敢如此，“她也是人，也许那点血脉问题不允许你用正常的方式对待她，但她也仅仅只是一个背井离乡的19岁女孩啊，身处于一个语言不通的环境，还被要求和绑架她的罪犯一起生活。”

“当时被丢到你们手里的时候，我都快吓死了，”特莉休补充道，“我的Sorellina，我是说，徐伦，一个月前刚刚获得替身能力。在此之前，她不过是一个普通姑娘，然后被背叛、看着自己的父亲濒临死亡、被冤入狱……在这个年纪，她应该为一些别的事操心，比如渡过和男朋友分手的心碎，而不是现在这些糟烂事。”

特莉休把手搭在臀侧，自信逐渐在她的嗓音中充盈：“虽说无论喜欢与否，她都要在这待上一段时间，但至少她值得几个解释吧，关于你所做的一切，以及她家人的安危。把她关进信息茧房中……是另一种形式的囚禁，并不比监狱好多少！”

“我虽然不太聪明！”纳兰迦几乎要喊起来了，“但是老兄，她哭了啊，阿帕和我虽然成了僵尸，但我们还是有心的。”

“我们不能完全信任SPW，毕竟……”乔鲁诺轻叹一声，“但我想让她知道空条博士安好无伤大雅。”

福葛和特莉休都不住在这里，一到晚上两人就各自回家了。今天也是布加拉提、阿帕基和纳兰迦进食的日子，这意味着乔鲁诺也要尽快去那不勒斯投喂那些圈养的僵尸了。他此前只是由着时间流逝，没有采取任何行动，转眼间，他们已经在这个房子中一起生活快五年了。

通常情况下，两边的进食周期相同，眼下米斯达仍在俄罗斯，家里没有一个替身使者，他既不想把徐伦留在这里，也不想让女孩单独跟着米斯达，并非是不相信那个枪手的实力，只是，光凭一把手枪是奈何不了多纳泰罗的。

乔鲁诺在呼叫女仆之前思衬了一秒：“去问问我们的客人，是否愿意在阳台上用晚餐。”

女仆点头应下，几分钟后，她带来了徐伦的回复。

“先生，那位女士说她自己在房间吃就好了，还提到那本刚买的书非常有趣，令人着迷。”

他不是傻瓜，知道这只是女孩拒绝和自己独处的借口。这也没什么好奇怪的，此前他们的相处都在紧张的氛围中度过。也许只是源于孩子气的渴望，但除开血脉的影响，他同样想成为她的朋友。

夜间散步前的邀请是例行的礼貌，乔鲁诺轻轻敲了敲徐伦的房门，却没等到任何回应。也许已经睡了，房间中仍飘散着女孩的味道，她还在里面，毋庸置疑，除非多纳泰罗已经能够做到悄无声息地把她绑走。多么荒谬的设想啊，但他并没有因此安心下来，反而略微加重了敲门的力度，这次的音量足够吵醒正在梦乡中的人了。但仍旧无人响应。

也许她今晚记得锁门了，但黄金体验可以解决一切障碍。乔鲁诺毫不犹豫地破门而入，眼前的一幕使他僵在原地。

徐伦已经换上了更舒适的衣服，戴着耳机，脸深深地埋进怀里抱着的海豚玩偶中，哭泣被层层叠叠的容貌消减，只剩阵阵轻柔的摩挲声。乔鲁诺犹豫了一秒，不知该上前安慰还是离开为好，就在他准备选择后者的瞬间，徐伦抬起头，两人的目光交汇在一起。

“什么鬼……？”她蹦起来，改姿势为坐在床上，一把扯下耳机。

“我敲了很久的门，但你一直没有回应。我很担心。”

“你是怕我再次逃跑吧，是吗？”徐伦怒气冲冲地抹掉了眼泪，“可惜没有，我只是没听见，这样你高兴了吗？”

乔鲁诺叹息，为肺叶清除了一些空气以备迎接女孩的香水味，惹她生气已成定局，只能在开口前尽力保持冷静。

“我也希望可以不强制把你留在这里。我……我欠你一个解释，知道么，今晚是解惑之夜，想不想去花园走走？”

徐伦打量着眼前人，目光在他的着装上流转。除了白天在办公室的时间，他总是穿着暗红近黑的西装，内搭一件同样红色的衬衫，不系第一颗扣子。但反观自己，她不用看也知道，狼狈地缩在昂贵舒适的衣服中，眼睛仍然红着，头发乱得像鸡窝。

“我应该换一下衣服，”她喃喃自语道。

“我们只是去花园而已，不必那么拘谨。”

“但这邀约是来自于一个在自己家都会穿着……我不知道这套西装的牌子，但一看就不便宜。”

“并没有，这只是普拉达……好吧，确实有些昂贵。”乔鲁诺端详她几秒，随后脱下了夹克，卷起袖子，理好衬衫下摆，“好些了么？”

“好点了，等我穿上鞋再洗把脸，”徐伦走进浴室，回想着刚才的一幕，那个男人换下衣服，仿佛瞬间从T台模特变成了香水广告模特，但也没有“掉价”多少。

她不想让人等太久，即使不为这个理由，洗把脸也花不了太多时间。徐伦泼了把水，重新绑了头发，只留下那两个发髻，并在一切都完成后，凝视了镜中的自己几秒。虽然不在意美貌与否，但现在看起来比刚才好多了。

当徐伦出来时，乔鲁诺仍然保持着等待的姿态，这个人拥有吸血鬼的力量，也许在内心深处，他和多纳泰罗有相似之处，退一万步讲，他也的确是个恶棍，那种她以为永远不会活在荧幕之外的的黑帮分子，还有几个僵尸队友，他应该是令人恐惧的。

但她并没有感到哪怕一点点的害怕。

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（在车中）

纳兰迦：我也许是僵尸，但我也有心！

阿帕基：不错，就这样做，但可以再投入一些感情。必须让乔鲁诺吃这套，否则我们就完蛋了。

Ch. 39: Shadow Moses

Jolyne lost count of how many times she'd yawned while standing there on the harbor under the morning sun. It must have been a considerable amount because her dad and Giorno would shoot her concerned looks from time to time. She waved them off, having no intention of explaining to them that her sleep-deprived body was functioning entirely on too much coffee and weeks' worth of pent up rage and frustration. Wet dreams and bloody kisses didn't exactly seem like good topics for starter conversations so early in the morning either.

Trying to expel Donatello's cursed blood from her body with her Hamon had failed, so since that night, she was left to endure those damned dreams. Only an hour or so after hitting the sack, she would wake up disturbed and covered in cold sweat, feeling the intense urge to cleanse herself in gallons of ice cold holy water.

Bruno's sparring sessions helped exhaust her enough that some nights, she would immediately fall into a dreamless sleep after one of their sessions. However, other nights, the dreams still crept up on her, and she would wake up a while later, her body hot and drenched in sweat. On those nights, she tried using some of the mediation techniques she had learned from Lisa Lisa that were meant to conserve energy and provided the same restorative benefits as sleep. She would do this on her bed for the remainder of the night until it was dawn and time to get up for training. It was effective for the most part but still couldn't substitute for actual sleep. It didn't do anything for the intrusive thoughts or the slight feelings of excitement either.

Jolyne was ready to get rid of Donatello from her life once and for all. She hated him, plain and simple. He had caused her family immense grief, leading them to a long separation, and he was all too proud to announce his sinister intentions for her. Thinking about what he had said back in his cell about how hard his life had been, she was even more certain that any empathy would be wasted on a self-pitying asshole like him who blamed the world for his misfortunes.

These past few days, knowing that he was on the same island as her had made her constantly on edge and filled her stomach with butterflies. She would feel better once it was Giorno's problem. And maybe when they finished interrogating him, they could get rid of him for complete good. It was a strangely dark thought, and perhaps a few months ago, she would have found the idea of a life being ended quite upsetting, but too much had changed since then and so did her outlook on life.

"Is Bucciarati already at his post?" her dad suddenly asked her.

"Yeah, he came as soon as he could. It's weird, but..." She stopped talking when she saw Weather Report staring at the horizon instead of the main building like the others. "Hey, is something wrong?"

Weather Report shrugged, continuing to keep his eyes fixed straight ahead. Jolyne tried following his gaze but could not find anything out of the ordinary, just clear blue skies. Perhaps he was sensing something she was not with his stand ability.

A movement suddenly caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Seeing three people emerge from the main building, everyone became extra alert.

Donatello, flanked by two uniformed senior Hamon disciples on either side, stood out like a sore thumb in his white suit and red leather jacket as he limped out of the building. The platinum chain jewelry around his neck glinted in the sun, similar to the silver chains imbued with Hamon that wrapped around his torso and bound his arms at the back. Despite the sorry state he was in from his time in the dingy cell, his blonde hair disheveled and his clothes looking wrinkled and stained, he couldn't seem to stop smiling.

Jolyne took a deep breath, breaking away her gaze for a moment.

She was not afraid. She could do it. Whatever she had witnessed and endured in her dreams, none of it was reality. No one was privy to the contents but her.

When she turned back, she found Donatello squinting at the sky, seeming briefly bothered by the sun. However, he stopped paying attention to it when he caught sight of her.

"Oh dear, I missed you. Since you were so close, you could have come by to visit me more... I know you wanted to."

Jolyne's face contorted in disgust but she didn't bother to reply. Paying him any attention at all would be giving him exactly what he wanted.

Ignoring him, she said to the others, "Shall we go now?"

They had already made all the preparations, so they quickly boarded the boat that would take them to Venice. It was a small draft boat that could enter as far as Giorno's palazzo in Venice without any problems. The group transporting Donatello consisted of the two Hamon disciples, her dad, Weather Report, Giorno, and herself. It was not a large committee, but it was everyone necessary.

In good environmental conditions and with not too much cruise ship traffic, the job could be done in half an hour. The weather was nice, even nicer than what was forecasted thanks to Weather Report. Still, Donatello seemed quite calm, too calm for someone whose stand ability would be rendered useless on sea, where he couldn't unearth memories. It gave Jolyne a strange feeling as she watched him board the boat, stranger than what she had felt since her meeting with Bruno that morning.

The space on the vessel was much more enclosed than on the harbor, so everyone was more closely packed together. This also meant Donatello was in much closer proximity to her than she would have preferred, which was actually to keep a continent's worth of distance away. When he caught her looking at him, he grinned and blew her a kiss.

Jolyne shuddered, both at his action and the unwanted feelings it had stirred within her. She immediately turned her back to him, feeling his gaze drill into her as she put more distance between them, as much as the enclosed space would allow.

She was glad she had chosen to throw on a large sweatshirt that morning for the trip. Having a roomy layer of clothing somewhat helped alleviate the crawling gaze.

As they left the harbor, her dad was at her side, putting a hand on her shoulder. Feeling him so close gave her a bit of reassurance, as did Giorno's look of concern that constantly flitted from her to his brother, who continued to be flanked by the two Hamon disciples.

She couldn't wait for it all to be over.

The journey went smoothly at first, with no note-worthy incidents happening along the way. The sea's cool breeze was comforting, and she enjoyed how the icy seawater sprayed on her face when she stood close to the edge. Catching the serious but serene expression on her dad's face beside her, she even allowed herself a moment to wonder if this was part of the allure of his job for him.

She began to feel hopeful that she was just being paranoid until, ten minutes into traveling on the half path, they heard a thud and felt the boat lurch beneath their feet, as though the hull had hit something huge in the water.

Jolyne hadn't been on too many boats in her lifetime to tell for sure whether something like that would be normal or not, but her high-strung nerves put her on guard immediately. It seemed that she wasn't the only one, as the others around her also tensed, standing straighter. No one uttered the words 'Stand attack' but everyone thought it, recognizing the signs. Seeing the grim expression on her dad's face, who was far more experienced than her in both fighting stand users and traveling on water, she became far more convinced.

Peering into the blue sea, it didn't take long before bubbles began to rise from its depths, warning of the presence of something beneath. Jolyne hadn't really known what to expect but certainly not the sight of strange creatures submerged just beneath the surface. She felt as if she were in a movie and not reality. No way were sea monsters real. But then she wouldn't be able to explain what she witnessed next.

From the depths of the sea emerged blue octupus-like creatures that had only two tentacles and a head crowned with red jewels. If the jewels were not a clear enough clue that they were not from this world, then there was the fact that they looked like they had come straight out of a cartoon. To top it off, the creatures emitted an unnatural sound, like a pre-recorded, studio-generated roar.

"What the hell are those creatures?" asked Giorno, who probably had entire encyclopedias about marine biology memorized.

"Fuck, are those pokemon?" said Jolyne.

"Tentacool," replied Jotaro without hesitation. "First, they threw Super Mario enemies at us and now pokemon."

Even though the creatures didn't seem to be very difficult enemies to defeat, just as the gombas hadn't been, they manifested their Stands, as the environment the group moved in was a disadvantage. Her dad looked ready to jump out of the boat and fight in the water, but she asked him to wait.

"Guys, we should turn the Stand user over to Nintendo's lawyers so he knows the real terror when we catch him," Jolyne told them, managing to hit the pokemon with a fishing rod she had found in the warehouse room. "Venice is starting to appear on the horizon. Should we stop?"

They didn't have much time to think about it because as soon as she finished speaking, they heard a noisy whirring sound overhead that grew loud with each second. A glance at the sky showed a helicopter heading their way, though perhaps it was simply passing by. It wasn't something necessarily unordinary, but Jolyne's gut told her to exercise caution.

She stole a glance at Giorno and saw him frowning as he gazed up.

"Helicopters aren't often given permission to fly over Venice," he said aloud. "Stay on your guards, everyone. It's terribly suspicious."

By air and water, they could only wait for the enemy to approach. Another creature attacked the boat, this time not a tentacool but something similar, though much bigger, almost the size of a kraken. The evolution seemed to follow the patterns of the anime, making the tentacruel a huge beast with even more tentacles. It was much more dangerous and, certainly, more intimidating than the small tentacool. With a mighty swing of one of its tentacles, it knocked Jotaro clean off the boat.

"Dad!" She leaned out to peer over the edge.

"Jolyne, please stay away from the gunwale," said Weather Report. "Remember, Mr. Kujo is an expert swimmer."

He was right; she had almost forgotten that her old man was practically born to traverse the sea. As if summoned, a purple-jacketed figure emerged, punching with both his Stand and his own fist at the tentacruel. It wasn't the weirdest thing she had ever seen her dad do, but she was sure it made the top 10.

The downside about keeping an eye on him was that Jolyne stopped paying attention to the helicopter. Someone approached the gunwale beside her, leaning dangerously close to the edge, their knuckles turning pale as their hands clenched on the railing tight. It was Weather Report, the same person who had advised Jolyne to stay away from the gunwale only a moment ago. He gazed at the helicopter with sharp, unblinking eyes, surprising even her with his level of deep focus.

Had he spotted someone he recognized inside? She already had her suspecions on who it might be.

She tried squinting into the helicopter through her bangs that were swaying wildly due to the suddenly strong winds, but it was too high. The helicopter seemed to have also slowed down and now hovered aboved their boat, proving their suspicions correct.

"Pucci."

She shot Weather Report a look, her breath catching in her throat.

"What? How do you know?" she asked.

"I just do."

His gaze turned stormy. The winds around them suddenly began to pick up fiercely, making the waves more and more choppy as everything began to cloud over. The blue sky darkened to a gray, and there was even the sound of thunder not far away.

Jolyne didn't have time to doubt or question what he meant. Whether or not Father Pucci was really in the aircraft, which was a grave matter of its own, it looked like the boat would sink if Weather Report didn't calm down quickly.

Keeping his eyes glued on the helicopter buzzing above their heads, Weather Report suddenly stepped back and made his way to the other edge of the boat, where the helicopter was closer.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered.

As she followed after Weather Report, Giorno caught on and went to the position she was in to try and help Jotaro, although he seemed to be managing quite well.

Too focused on the dangers outside their boat, Jolyne had practically forgotten all about the ones lurking within.

It all happened before she realized it. Although Donatello had been locked up for days and perhaps even beaten, as indicated by the bruises on his face and the limp in his gait, his wounds had mostly healed. Hence, it took him no more than a moment of pain to dislocate his arms and free himself from the chains.

Her only warning as she passed by was the thud of the Hamon disciples' bodies hitting the floor or railing as they were shoved aside before a hand suddenly grabbed her waist.

Whipping her head around, she came face to face with Donatello's red eyes that seemed to be taken from the most terrifying of monsters and his feral grin. An atavistic fear ran through her in the few tenths of seconds before his sharp teeth brutally pierced her neck.

A bite hurt, but a bite to the neck hurt even more. A ragged scream escaped her. The others turned, even Jotaro, who had heard her all the way from the water. The scream only lasted a moment, however, before Donatello let go, pushing her away. Regaining her balance and grabbing onto the railing of the rocking boat, Jolyne turned and watched him double over, spitting out thick, purplish-blue blood.

"That's what you get for biting without asking."

Despite the dire situation, she had to suppress a snicker that threatened to escape when she saw Donatello lift his head and flash his red eyes at her, his body trembling uncontrollably. A choked, gurgling sound came from him, and he spat more of the strange blood.

Jolyne grabbed her neck and pulled off her sweatshirt, intending to use it to apply pressure on her wound, leaving herself in just a tanktop. The body peeking through her top was much tanner than her face. Underneath the fabric, a padded bra sat on her completely flat chest. Although she had a marked waist, she looked quite masculine.

"How is it? Is it your first time dining on corpse blood? Bruno specially asks for your rating."

Donatello fell to his knees on the ground, now vomiting. If he had been a full-fledged vampire, that would have knocked him out completely. The corpse blood from Bruno's body was the perfect poison to hurt a vampire. She couldn't believe his idea had actually worked.

Seeing him fall, the pokemon began to appear everywhere, closing in more aggressively. To make matters worse, Weather Report had not calmed down and the situation was becoming even more dangerous for them on the boat.

"Signore Report, if you don't stop, the boat is going to sink!" Giorno shouted.

Weather Report seemed too focused on the helicopter to pay any attention to anyone. Sometimes, she forgot how truly terrifying of a power the normally calm man had.

The boat began to lurch dangerously and the sea became choppier, causing her dad to succumb to the attacks of the tentacruel and sink into the sea. Just like that, Jolyne went from feeling victorious to watching the world sink all at once.

Looking up, she saw a face appear in one of the windows of the helicopter. It was still too far away for her to see clearly, but she was almost certain it was the priest. Even all the way from the boat, she could feel his mocking gaze on her, his very posture exuding arrogance.

She felt rage heat her blood, but instead of being swept up in the intense emotion, it was Hamon that began to form in her despite being in a foreign body. The lungs of a reanimated corpse didn't work exactly the same, but she knew she had to try when the moment was ripe.

The decision to go in Weather Report's direction instead of her dad's had been a difficult one to make, but she was confident that her old man would be able to get out on his own. He always found a way to come back to her.

She charged straight at Weather Report, who seemed to be in his own little bubble. Without even raising a shout or trying to talk to him, she smacked him in the back of the neck. The blow seemed to bring him back to himself, just as the storm that hard started began to die down again.

Now, to get her dad out of the water.

A deafening roar sounded from the other side of the boat. Jolyne watched with a gaping mouth as the sea burst open, letting out a huge, raging Gyarados, a giant blue oriental-style sea dragon, with Jotaro Kujo mounted on top. He wasted no time charging straight towards the rogue Tentacruel. Star Platinum tore the huge pokemon apart with a flurry of blows of which only half would have been necessary.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the boat, she saw Giorno glowing in the golden light of his stand as he faced off against other sea pokemon. Whichever ones so much as aimed an attack against him would disappear in that instant.

With a weapon as powerful as Gold Experience Requiem at his disposal, Jolyne wondered why it was taking him so long to deal with all of the creatures at once. That's when she noticed new pokeomon suddenly popping up, taking the place of those that had disappeared, although making it double.

Glancing back at the helicopter, she saw someone peeking out from behind Pucci's figure, watching the battle below. She couldn't see him well at all, though he seemed smaller and more hunched over than the priest. It wasn't long before he moved over to the helicopter's open door, holding something in his hands. The greenish thing in his hand unleashed two whips that shot straight down into the boat. They latched onto Donatello's legs and wrapped around him, all the while avoiding the chains around his torso. Jolyne realized with a start that the whips were actually leafy vines. Tracing them back to the man in the helicopter door, she was finally able to make out that he was holding a bulbasaur.

It was obvious that he was the one behind this bizarre phenomenon. Without a doubt, that user was the missing son of DIO, Ungalo.

The vines did their job, towing Donatello up, and it looked like he was going to escape again.

"Oh no you fucking don't."

Jolyne hadn't put herself through all that harsh training just to let herself fail like that. Grabbing a coil of thick rope tucked away to the side, she did quick work of making a noose she had practiced tying numerous times with her strings. Then, with all the strength in her arms, or rather Bruno's arms, she began to move the lasso in a circular motion before tossing it hard. As it flew through the air, she poured her Hamon energy into it, forcing it to follow the trajectory of her will, which was toward Donatello's bloodsplattered torso.

Donatello, who seemed only half-conscious by that point, looked startled as he suddenly found himself trapped in her noose, the rope tightening around him over his silver chains.

"Overdrive!" she shouted.

She knew the borrowed body wasn't going to work the same as her own, but she hoped imbuing the silver chains with a new surge of Hamon would at least stall him long enough until one of the others could come to her aid.

To her elation, not only did Donatello's body squirm before going limp, but his upward trajectory stopped as well. It seemed that her sparks had run up the leafy vine and also affected his brother, who was pulling him up. Jolyne wasted no time, taking the opportunity to pull hard on the rope, tugging Donatello back down in the boat's direction.

Not long after, when she had caused the body to dip a couple of meters closer to her, she felt some resistance and knew it could only mean that Ungalo had gotten over his momentary shock and was now resuming his efforts to pull Donatello back up.

For a moment, the unconscious Donatello was tugged up and down like a rag doll as two people on either end battled for supremacy. Jolyne was impressed that the bulbasaur's leafy vine was able to hold out for as long as it had. Although it looked as though both parties were of equal strength, gravity worked in her favor, so she managed to slowly inch the body a little lower toward her end.

Just then, as she looked up to check the helicopter, she saw Pucci pull something from his body. He threw the object out the window, too fast for her to completely follow its trajectory with the naked eye, though she noticed a nearby flock of seagulls and how one of them cried out. She waited for something to happen, but they continued to circle in the air as the seconds stretched into a minute. Just when she began to doubt her assumption, the temperature in the area took a dive.

Wearing nothing on her upper body but the tanktop, Jolyne couldn't help but shiver and had the urge to hug herself for warmth. That would mean letting go of the rope, however, which she refused to do. Gritting her teeth against the freezing temperature, she instead concentrated completely on pulling Donatello further down.

She had underestimated Pucci's attack, thinking his intention was only to make her freeze. Before she knew it, a haze began to arise in the air and little translucent squares began to fall from the sky. Not having expected them, she wasn't able to dodge fast enough when one square fell near her and grazed her arm, passing through with a holographic touch. She heard the sizzling sound before she felt an excruciating pain that caused her to cry out and let go. Seeing bone poking out of her injured arm, she realized the square had melted part of the flesh in its path.

With her no longer dangerously tethering Donatello to the boat, the helicopter was able to take off at full speed, taking his unconscious body with ita. The sea battles around her continued, but Jolyne could only watch the helicopter that carried their escaped prisoner get further and further away.

"I can shoot it down," Weather Report whispered from beside her.

Jolyne realized for the first time what he had been up to the whole time during her little tug of war game. Storm clouds were brewing overhead in the horizon, cackling with electricity. Weather Report seemed completely serious as he looked at her, awaiting a response.

She immediately shook her head, rejecting his idea. No matter how desperately she wanted to reverse the situation, it was too dangerous for everyone. She had never seen him this way before, the way he seemed far more obsessed with throwing the opponent down than he was with his own life and the lives of his teammates. For the first time since she'd known him, Weather Report scared her.

Only when the helicopter was a speck in the horizon did the sea finally start to calm, no more sea creatures popping up to replace those they got rid of that were making trouble for them. The boat was silent, rocking gently in the calm waves.

Jotaro simply adjusted his cap that miraculously hadn't been lost underwater. Giorno was quickly at Jolyne's side, seeing her numbly holding her burnt arm—technically, Bruno's. She gritted her teeth against the pain as he regrew the skin cells in her arm; her addled brain wondered if Bruno was feeling the pain back on the island too or if he got a pass since she was borrowing his body at the moment.

A wave of nausea suddenly hit her. She didn't know if it came with having her head attached to a body that wasn't her own for too long, especially one that was not quite alive, or if it was just the crushing defeat sinking in.

---

They set course back to Air Suplena to fetch Jolyne's body and return Bruno his. Giorno had given her his expensive jacket to cover up, which she had soon turned into a bloody rag, but he didn't seem to mind. He was much more focused on her being okay despite the bizarreness of her current state.

In fact, she really wasn't okay, as her nausea hadn't abated at all. Her physical state was nothing next to what she had felt: fear. It was not simply being scared—what she had felt was a sense of paralyzing fear, the likes of which she believed an adult could no longer feel. Being paralyzed for those tenths of a second could have made all the difference in how things played out. Had they not predicted that such an escape was possible and planned ahead for the contingency, Donatello would have undoubtedly stolen her blood and probably more.

The feeling actually got worse the more she dwelled on the fact that the man who wanted to hunt her had escaped and was on the loose again. She would have to be alert at all times from now on, even within the island, as he had already proven that he was capable of sneaking in. There was really no saying when he would appear again or where.

'Well, it won't be for a little while at least.'

She tried to be optimistic, thinking about a poisoned Donatello hiding in a ditch somewhere licking his wounds, but at the moment, it didn't bring her much relief.

As they neared the island, her dad explained to her that with a little luck, they could find the helicopter and track down Pucci along with the two brothers. Jolyne was going to grumpily retort that it was pointless, that there was no way Pucci would have used that mode of transportation if he didn't have a way to cover their tracks when she noticed Jotaro's tired eyes watching her carefully. She suddenly realized he was trying to cheer her up. That in itself warmed her heart more than than any of the words he had just spoken to her.

"The truth is, seeing you riding a water pokemon is something I used to think you did when I was a kid," Jolyne said to him.

"It wasn't really the worst fight I've ever had," he replied with a very slight smile, though only for a second.

There was silence between them, but this time a more comfortable kind.

Jolyne would have been content to leave it at just that, but of course, that wasn't exactly her style.

"I guess at least we've learned quite a few things in this fight," she said. "First, we confirmed that the blood of the dead works as an effective poison even if it isn't used against a full-fledged vampire. Second, we gained more knowledge on the missing brother and his Stand; it's safe to say his ability can also be overridden by Gold Experience Requiem. As an added bonus, thanks to his ability, Dad even fulfilled his secret dream. Third and finally, I've realized the Leone Abbacchio experience."

"What do you mean?" asked Giorno.

"I've become one with Bruno Bucciarati."

---

Hamon Disciple N1: My name is Giacomo Tiramisu, and I have a dream: to be the one to put an end to the plague of vampires that killed my grandparents. Despite being a 20-year-old man and having been surpassed by the young Zeppeli, my story is unique, so I will be proud to join you and let you know about my bizarre adventure.

Hamon Disciple N2: Well, that's not going to happen.

Hamon Disciple N1: What?

Hamon Disciple N2: The authors say that they've already introduced too many characters to add more named OCs, so we're just stuck being minions.

Hamon Disciple N1: But what about Iulius?

Iulius: My character description is "Caesar but 14 years old". Just how am I an OC?

Hamon Disciple N1: But that's not fair!

Iulius: Well, at least you're alive. We Zeppelis usually die in this series, so I wouldn't complain.

  

＃第一人称

＃男主：无敌的白金之星

女主：上条由纪（Kamijou Yuki）

＃注意，有茸徐出没

  

  

第二天，承太郎就和白金之星一起回美国了，而我则和徐伦又在意大利呆了两周。

但是乔鲁诺再也没有单独和徐伦出去玩了，他恢复之前的状态，全天忙于“热情”的事务，甚至福葛都清闲起来，开始继续辅导纳兰迦的功课。

虽然乔鲁诺贴心的让特里休和我们一起，但是毕竟现在特里休已经是一个小有名气的歌星了，走在街上总是被随随便便认出来，搞的我们只能狼狈逃跑。

米斯达要负责BOSS的护卫工作，纳兰迦要和福葛补挂掉的课目，特里休要开始录制自己最新的单曲，当然，最忙的就是天亮就出发，深夜才回家的乔鲁诺了，他真是言出必行，克己的履行着对承太郎的承诺。

徐伦只能和我一起去采集意大利特有昆虫样本，在那不勒斯的公园里，我细细拔过每一片叶子寻找我的目标，徐伦蹲在地上帮我挖土壤样本。

“最近都没怎么见过乔鲁诺啊。”徐伦突然说。

“啊......”我手一抖，几乎把植物的枝条扯下来，故作镇定道，“前一段时间乔鲁诺太清闲了啦！很多工作都积压到现在了。”

“嗯......”徐伦低声说，“他很辛苦，就像我老爸一样。”

“......徐伦，不喜欢这样吗？”我突然想起白金之星偷偷告诉我，承太郎最近一直在烦恼女儿叛逆期的问题，试探道，“你对承太郎怎么看？”

“老爸很忙，很少回家，大多数都要让我和妈妈去找他，有时候他还会指责我们。”徐伦垂着脑袋，“我知道他是担心我们的安全，但是我和妈妈真的很想念他。”

“那么JOJO，你喜欢妈妈和爸爸的关系吗？”我放下手上的镊子，问道。

“妈妈对爸爸的要求很低了，她对爸爸几乎是纵容，但是在我小时候好几次看到她偷偷哭泣。那时候我甚至觉得由纪当我的爸爸也许更好，你总是很温柔的对待妈妈，每次出差都给我们带礼物，我真心觉得如果你才是我爸爸就不会让妈妈难过了......”

我愣住了，没想到那么小的徐伦就已经记事了，而且竟然这么想，然后开始疯狂冒冷汗，“千，千万不能让承太郎知道，我真的没有打算撬他的墙角！”

“哈哈，不过那都是小时候胡思乱想啦！由纪有白金叔，才不会和妈妈结婚呢！”徐伦尴尬的挠挠头。

她抿了抿唇，继续道，“但是后来，我也拥有了替身，某种程度上理解了老爸啦！对老爸身上的重担也有了深刻的认识，其实，”徐伦摸摸鼻子，不好意思的说，“我还蛮崇拜他的，由纪你不要告诉老爸喔！”

“哈哈，如果承太郎知道会超级高兴的，小白作为他内心的写照会表现的超级明显！”我学着承太郎压低帽檐的动作，冷酷道，“呀嘞呀嘞，徐伦你终于擦亮眼睛了吗？”

“噗哈哈哈哈，你学的好像喔由纪！！”徐伦笑不可支，半晌，她擦掉眼角笑出的眼泪，别扭道，“我也早就习惯老爸这种性格啦，也知道他其实很在意我们，但是，我的确不喜欢我爸妈这种相处模式，我可做不到那么迁就一个人喔，如果我未来的男朋友那么对我，我会让他满脸开花！”徐伦握拳。

“啧啧啧，真不愧是承太郎的亲闺女，真是和他一模一样！”我感叹道。

徐伦嘟着嘴捡起一个小棍子在地上画着圈圈，“我就是这么想的！未来一定不要找像我爸爸这样会让妈妈哭泣的人！”

“......承太郎可能会哭喔，”我失笑，“那么，你觉得乔鲁诺很像承太郎吗？”

“他们长得很像，或者说我们长得都很像，”徐伦扳着手指一个个数，“爸爸，乔鲁诺，仗助，我，乔杉，喔，我看过太姥爷年轻的照片，也差不多，但是我们性格完全不一样。”

“爸爸是个冷酷恶霸，仗助是爱捉弄我的调皮大哥，听说和太姥爷年轻时候性格很像，乔杉则完全遗传了由纪，贱兮兮的......”

“喂喂喂！徐伦！在你心目中我就是这样的吗？！”我愤愤不平道，“那乔鲁诺呢？那个腹黑敬语狂魔！”

徐伦迟疑了片刻，“乔鲁诺，我本来觉得他和爸爸性格完全不同，但是现在，我不这么觉得了，他们身上都有一种气质，奇怪的，让人安心的气质。”

“哼，”竟然对乔鲁诺评价这么高，我抱胸道，“所以，这几天乔鲁诺一直这么忙，你想念他吗？”

徐伦坦诚道，“我的确很怀念之前我们一起出去玩的时光，但是没有办法的吧，乔鲁诺身上还有很多工作，这也是他的梦想和责任，我不该由着性子打扰他。”徐伦将试管放进箱子里，“也许，等由纪的工作结束，我们就该回去了。”

“啊，我们可怜可爱乖巧懂事世界第二好（第一好是白金之星）的JOJO！”我忍不住抱了抱徐伦，但是我不可能把承太郎和乔鲁诺的约定告诉她，只能怜爱的蹭了蹭这个善解人意的小天使的脸，“那我们明天就回去吧！”

回到乔鲁诺家里，没想到客厅里之前打迪亚波罗小队的人竟然来齐了，米斯达在兴高采烈的分蛋糕，“下午茶时间！BOSS你的！纳兰迦你的！特里休你要减肥嘛，给你这块最小的！福葛你的！剩下这块最大的，我就不客气——”

“啊！是草莓蛋糕哎！”我快步上前，分成三份，“谢谢你，米斯达，你真贴心~”

“可，可是，”米斯达看着手里那块比特里休还小的蛋糕，哭丧着脸，我笑眯眯的一口把自己那份吃光了，完全不理会米斯达哀怨的眼神。

“我不喜欢吃甜品，”乔鲁诺默默和徐伦交换了碟子，开始吃那块小的可怜的蛋糕。

徐伦开心的把乔鲁诺给她的那块蛋糕上撒着糖霜的大草莓扔进了嘴里。

“什么嘛！乔鲁诺你明明超喜欢布丁的！”纳兰迦嘴里塞满蛋糕，口齿不清的说，福葛狠狠给了他一个爆栗，“不要拆BOSS的台！你能不能有点眼力劲啊！！”

“嗯？！你说什么？福葛！！我现在可不是之前小学没毕业的水平了！我已经成功上大学了！你怀疑我的智商，是想打架吗？”

“你能上大学还不是我给学校捐了一栋楼的原因！！！”福葛其实这些年脾气好了一点，不像刚开始总是把乔鲁诺一些特殊客人打的头破血流了，但是面对纳兰迦，他总是被气到抓狂。

熟悉的“打闹”声再次响起，虽然对于这两位来说这种打闹往往是要见血的，但是我们早就习以为常，面不改色的开始喝茶。

......

“其实，各位，正好大家到齐了，我和徐伦明天就要回去了！”我突然正色道，“多谢大家这段时间的照顾啦！”

“你在说什么见外的话啊！由纪！”米斯达不计前嫌，安慰我道，“又不是不会再见面了！”

“由纪！徐伦！”特里休抱住了我们，抱怨道，“为什么意大利离美国那么远啊！”

“由纪，徐伦，一路顺风。”福葛放下手中刚才还插在纳兰迦脸上的叉子。

“哎？你们才没呆多久吧！”纳兰迦脸上还在流血，但他毫不在意，“那你们下一次来意大利又要到三年后了吗？！”

“所以——”我高举手中的结婚证，“我邀请你们下个月去日本的杜王町参加我和小白，不，上条由纪小姐和白金之星先生的婚礼！！！”

“！！！”

他们都吃惊的瞪大了眼睛，只有早就知道了的乔鲁诺淡定放下空了的蛋糕碟子，重新倒了一杯茶。

“好耶！！日本！我从来没去过日本！！”纳兰迦蹦了起来。

“你就没出过国吧！”福葛吐槽道。

“我的新曲子刚好录完了，可以申请一段时间的假期！”特里休激动道，“我可以当由纪的伴娘吗？！”

“当然可以，特里休！”我握着她的手和她一起兴奋的晃来晃去。

“你和白金之星竟然没有办婚礼吗？不过也是当然的，人类和替身结婚本来就绝无仅有，更别提办婚礼了！！”米斯达自言自语，“我得去定制一身西服了。”

“等等！！”福葛突然打断他们，“我们不能全都去日本啊！！得留下一个人坐镇啊！！”

“喔，有道理，但是严格来说我不是热情的成员所以你们几个抽签吧！”特里休迅速拿出几个小纸条，看热闹不嫌事大，“抽到缺角的那个就留守吧！！”

剩下的几个人咽了咽口水，分别从特里休手里抽了一张纸条。

“为什么是我！！！”纳兰迦崩溃道，“可恶可恶可恶！！！我的日本温泉！！！”

“LUCKY！！还好我不是第四个抽的！！”米斯达笑的合不拢嘴。

福葛看了看手中的纸条，突然抢走了纳兰迦那豁口的纸条，“还是我留守吧，日常事物都是我和BOSS处理的。”而且他相对于其他人，没有参加与迪亚波罗的战斗，和由纪他们的关系也没有那么深厚。

乔鲁诺突然撕碎纸条，“所有人一起去吧。”

福葛急道，“可是BOSS......”

“如果有人敢出乱子，我们回来的时候也会很快平息。”乔鲁诺自信笑道，“布加拉提小队战无不胜。”

所有人泪眼汪汪看着乔鲁诺，“BOSS——”

福葛被说服了，他们一起撕掉了纸条，抛向半空，细细碎碎的纸屑从天而降，

“一起去日本吧！！”

  

＃第一人称

＃男主：无敌的白金之星

女主：上条由纪（Kamijou Yuki） 

  

＃注意，有茸徐出没  

   

  

当我和白金之星怪叫着冲到楼下时，承太郎淡定的看着手中的文件，习以为常道，“又怎么了？由纪，白金之星都被你带的一惊一乍了。”

“......承太郎你现在不要说风凉话，”我踌躇的在他旁边坐下，给白金之星递了个眼神，他会意的冲那边疯狂撸猫的徐伦说，“欧拉欧拉！”然后指了指外面，“欧拉欧拉欧拉。”

“好耶，白金叔！”徐伦开心的拽着小白出去了，“说到做到喔！！”

承太郎继续雷打不动的看文件。

呵呵，你要是知道乔鲁诺对徐伦有那种心思，跳的肯定比我还高，我翻了个白眼。

“承太郎，你觉得乔鲁诺那孩子怎么样？”我端正的坐好，目光炯炯的看着他。

“你现在不一口一个咱太爷了？”承太郎终于肯给我一个眼神儿。

“......”我扯扯嘴角，“快说！！”

“乔鲁诺·乔巴拿，是个优秀的年轻人。”承太郎放下了文件，“不坠乔斯达之名。”

“很高的评价嘛，”我复杂的看着承太郎，“是这样的，你觉得，呃，”

这怎么说得出口啊！承太郎会不会暴怒把乔鲁诺打进医院啊！！没有镇魂曲的乔鲁诺八成是打不过承太郎的，而且对待喜欢的女孩子的父亲，乔鲁诺肯定不会还手的！！甚至更极端一点，如果承太郎把“热情”的BOSS打死了，我们恐怕也得交代在这意大利了！！！

“是这样的，咱们家乔鲁诺，也已经二十一岁了，你在这个年纪徐伦都出生了，所以如果乔鲁诺喜欢上了一个女孩子，呃，你觉得怎样？”我小心翼翼的措辞。

“那很好，如果碰到合适的人可以立刻结婚。”承太郎眼睛都不眨一下，“是要我们作为他的长辈去和女朋友家长见面吗？”

“这，恐怕女孩子的父亲有些难搞喔，”我意有所指，“这样吧，作为一个同样难搞的父亲，你对徐伦未来的男朋友有什么要求吗？”

“有决心有勇气的人，”承太郎不假思索道，“至少不能比我弱。”

“......”

呵呵，我内心疯狂吐槽，你这是要徐伦孤独终老吗？！！

承太郎也发现这个条件好像有点太苛刻了，他又补充道，“康一君就很不错，可惜康一已经有女朋友了。”他有些遗憾的轻轻叹息，喂喂喂，你到底有多喜欢康一啊！！

“那么乔鲁诺和康一，你比较喜欢哪个？”我当机立断的问他。

“康一。”承太郎立刻回答。

“嘶，”我头疼的按着太阳穴，“那如果，乔鲁诺，他，喜欢，”我一个词一个词的往外蹦，“喜，呃，喜欢，”

“不要支支吾吾的！”承太郎不耐烦的抱起胸，“你到底想说什么！！”

我眼睛一闭，直接破罐子破摔，狂吼——

“乔鲁诺喜欢徐伦！！！！！！”

“......”

惊人的寂静。

我颤颤巍巍抬起一边的眼皮。

承太郎的脸已经比锅底都黑了，他的帽檐打下来的阴影好像要吞没整间屋子，身后却熊熊燃着大火！！

他猛然攥紧手中的文件，青筋暴起，那可怜的文件竟然瞬间像灰尘一样碎成沫了！！

我打了个哆嗦，瞬间条件反射的抱头蹲下作蘑菇状。暴怒的承太郎我再熟悉不过了，虽然一般罪魁祸首都是我，但是这种气疯了的状态只有dio做到过！！然后他就碎成渣渣了！！！所以不仅老子能把暴怒承太郎激出来，小子也可以吗？！真是一脉相承啊！！！

承太郎一步一步的向楼梯走去，他像是冥王哈迪斯本人，要给楼上书房里的乔鲁诺打通一个通向冥府的路。

“JOJO......你，你别冲动，我们可是还在意大利！！”我颤颤巍巍劝道，“而，而且，年轻人嘛，自由恋爱，自由......”

“亚卡玛西！！！你带徐伦出来散心就是这样散的吗？！！由纪？！！！你这混蛋！！！”熟悉的斥责振聋发聩。

我瞬间反射性的缩着脖子，恨不得把自己埋进沙发底下。

“他就不应该在这里，”承太郎像是从牙缝挤出来，“而是应该在局子里，我现在就送他进去。或者直接一点，像他爹一样，我直接送他去见上帝！！！”

怖い怖い怖い！！！我心里狂吼，现在这种情况怎么办啊啊啊！！承太郎他老婆，我靠谱的闺蜜，承太郎的缰绳也不在，这只头狂暴的狮子已经失控了！！！谁能把他理智的阀门关上啊！！！

但是我可不敢上前，我抱着桌脚瑟瑟发抖，乔鲁诺！原谅我！！我现在只能为你祈祷了！加油！我会去医院看你的，如果你自己治不好的话我会把仗助叫过来的！！只要承太郎给你留一口气就好了！！

“砰！！！”

书房那扇多灾多难的门板再次狠狠砸在了门框上！我一个哆嗦，宽面条眼泪——

撒由那拉（再见啦），GIOGIO！！！

......

承太郎上去了好久了，我已经从蘑菇姿势慢悠悠爬到了沙发上，开始有一搭没一搭的撸乔鲁诺给徐伦变的猫。

楼上非常安静，出乎我意料的寂静，这样却更加渗人，我心神不宁的抓着猫咪的软肉垫来回揉搓，突然我脑子里灵光乍现，“不会，不会已经分尸了吧！！！！”

“喵！！！”好像用力过猛，猫咪炸毛了从我膝盖上跳走了。

“对不起对不起！！”我连声道歉，终于下定决心，打算上去看看情况，没想到突然“吱呀”一声，承太郎竟然开门从书房出来了！！

我紧张的看着他的身后，乔鲁诺完好的从房间里走出来，他竟然好手好脚，脸上连淤青都没有！！头发都没有乱！！！

乔鲁诺礼貌的对我点了点头，“我还有些工作要做，需要离开一下，两位请随意。”说完他就垂下眼眸，紧了紧袖口，离开了。

“怎么样啊？”我凑上去，承太郎的脸色也已经恢复正常，不是刚才那种风雨欲来乌云罩日的可怕表情了，我胆子稍稍大了一点。

“我们已经达成了约定，”承太郎靠在栏杆上，“只要他能做到自己的承诺，我不会再干预。”

“什么承诺？”我好奇的看着承太郎，“竟然能打动你！”

“他不能主动接近徐伦，在徐伦成年之前不能向她示好，更不能告白。”承太郎冷声道，“即使徐伦自己喜欢上了他，在徐伦十八岁之前，他都不可以接受。”

“这不是不平等条约嘛？”我皱起眉头，“乔鲁诺连追求徐伦的资格都没有吗？”

“......刚才乔鲁诺把今天水族馆发生的事情告诉我了，”承太郎疲惫的按了按眉心，“这已经不止一次两次了，即使我们尽力训练徐伦的战斗能力，但替身能力的提升也大部分是生死之间的，徐伦再强也只有十四岁。我本身就是个巨大的漩涡，会把周围的人卷进来，而乔鲁诺这个漩涡并不逊于我。”

承太郎握紧拳头，“如果徐伦没有觉醒替身，如果她只是一个普普通通的女孩子，她现在也许会幸福的多吧......”

“如果她没有觉醒替身说不定就已经死了！！”

我干脆利落的打断他，“这就是乔斯达家族的命运，徐伦已经诞生了，她根本不可能就此逃离，如果你老婆孩子都没有觉醒替身，你恐怕已经离婚了吧？徐伦连父亲都不会有，你觉得她会幸福吗？而我们身上的漩涡也不可能就此远离徐伦，不是现在，就是未来！！”

“乔鲁诺是我们都十分看好的孩子，虽然他比徐伦大了七岁，但是他们站在一起非常般配。”我继续说，“徐伦力A速B，可近战有可控制，乔鲁诺力C，速A，能奶能辅，他们能力也非常互补，是非常好的战斗搭档，如果不是徐伦才十四岁，我完全乐见其成。”

“所以你到底为什么对乔乔这么苛责，即使是那个安德鲁，你也没有这么严厉。”我实在不明白。

半晌，承太郎终于开口了，

“......乔鲁诺和他太像了。”

承太郎没有说名字，但我们都知道他说的是谁，“他现在也已经是意大利名副其实的黑暗中的帝王，即使他拥有理想和底线，但是你我都看得出来，随着年龄的增长，dio的血脉在他身上体现的越发明显，未来会怎么样谁也不知道。”

“......”我沉默不语，我是相信乔鲁诺不会失去自己的本心，如果有那么一天，他都对不起死去的布加拉提和他另一个小队的成员阿帕基。

但是承太郎说的也没错，乔鲁诺的确和dio越来越像了，当他散下头发的时候，褪去冷淡的微笑，恍然间甚至令我幻视成另一个让我毛骨悚然的家伙。

如果说dio是一团猩红肆意的妖艳火焰，而乔鲁诺就是外壳冻着一层冰，内在却也在静静燃烧的青色火焰，青色的火焰甚至比红色的火焰温度更高。

承太郎的担心是有道理的，即使乔鲁诺只有万分之一的可能性坠入深渊，作为一个父亲他都不想让自己唯一的女儿靠近这座悬崖。

“这对乔鲁诺不公平，”我还是有些愤愤不平，“他已经得到了我们全家人的认可，你也承认了他的黄金精神，可是，”我都有点哽咽，“可是为什么dio的阴影还会笼罩着他身上。”

“......”承太郎压低帽檐，“就当是我武断吧，由纪。”

我，无话可说，只能动了动嘴唇，最终无声叹息。

 今天的客人比往常少，除了那对父子，就是其他放学的学生了，一个游客都没看到，今年尼斯的旅游业真的不景气，好事倒是我的工作量轻松了不少。

  

 大家有这种感觉吗

 我的个人感觉是，做梦的时候肯定不觉得在梦里即使看见各种奇形怪状的东西，而且醒后几秒就记忆不深了。

老板和他们关系真好，刚刚告诉我，我可以休息了，关店，他要去和老朋友叙叙旧。

 原谅我的贪心，走之前我顺走了三个甜甜圈并装在了自己的包里。

  

另外，我的头发不知道怎么回事，几个月就开始颜色逐渐变浅，虽然我本身颜色比较偏棕褐，但是现在变得浅了。

  

  呵，好久没去电影院了，今天闲的没事去电影院看看吧。

  原来我们法国也翻拍了北条司《城市猎人》呢，我一直很想去戛纳看看，我移民到法国半年左右，我除了去过巴黎，和平时居住的尼斯，和有时开车经过的一些没注意名字的市镇，也没去过什么地方了。

  你们别多想，我很正常的看完了电影院并且没有遇到任何奇行种和替身使者。

  

  出去的时候外面还是好热，但是一股困意还是驱赶着我回家睡觉，是啊，我对睡觉的欲望强烈到不只是为了睡觉了，似乎我还想证明某件事。

  

 快到家的那趟街，到处张贴着连环炼铜间杀犯"图路 马丁"的尊容，尼斯虽说会有些扒手之类的，但是一般这种案子还是很少听说。

  

一声开门声，铃铛来回敲打着门，我迷迷糊糊的醒了。

  我还在冰淇淋店里，看样子我做了一个平凡的梦，梦见这种事看样子我真的很想放假。

  "我睡了多久了"

  店长看了看我，"啊，也就半小时吧，我想你应该也是累了，在就客人比较少，就没叫醒你"

  "哎，话说店长认识的人里有英国人吗。"

  "这个吗…我想不起来了，以前的确有英国游客找我拍照，因为我年轻时候模样还蛮不错…但是要说很熟的甚至有联系的那是没有啊，我认识的人里没有外国人，除了你是意大利来的也没有其他移民了"

  看样子我做了个与现实毫无关系的梦，我却自认为是有什么人想在梦里像我传递什么。

  不工作的时候也有和店长聊天过，也一起出去爬山过一次，对他也有一定的了解，他向来脾气很好，也很热心，衬衣每天都换一件外观明显不一样的。他今年还没过生日，十天后过完生日就50岁了，一直未婚，但是他有讲过他上学时谈过的5个女友，虽然他年轻时的确有着较好的相貌，性格又温柔，但是每个女人对他都不长情，不是出轨就是以各种理由甩了他，其中他的初恋最为离谱，他的初恋只是拿他当第三者，实际上那个女的已经有一个女朋友了，是的，她是个又又。第二任是他的一个发小，但是在一起一个月后那个女人就喜欢上了别人并继续隐瞒了他一个月，然后就突然告知他一切就毫不留情的离开了，第三个女友据他所说性格不错，但是有一天他得知了关于她的不检点的传闻，后来有天他发现他女友的社交账号和一个他不认识的男人绑定了情侣关系，他本以说了后女友会对他道歉，没想到女友直接解脱了，离开了他。后来他几年没敢谈，但后来面对一个主动追求他的人还是无法拒绝，但是没想到那个女人有丈夫了。第五个据说是意外去世了。

  还好我目前对恋爱什么的没有想法，不然谁知道命运是会眷顾我还是拷打我。

 

 店长曾在图卢兹大学工学院念书，但是后来也因为女人荒废了学业，所以他一直也劝我，不要老想着去参加什么选秀，让我好好读书。

 我乔鲁诺 乔巴拿，从小就很想成为一个演员。

 刚刚来了两个人，看起来卿卿我我的举动是恋人没错了，有一说一那个男人比你们刻板印象中的意大利模特的时尚穿搭还要夸张，上身穿着皮夹克，里面似乎是渔网衣，下身的白色超长靴里面似乎还是…从大腿来看似乎是…白色网袜…他留着一头粉色的披肩长发，那一顶硕大的礼帽上还插着跟似乎是孔雀的羽毛，有一说一我蛮喜欢他的这个帽子（他全身的穿搭我只喜欢那顶帽子），她的女友穿搭不知道和平凡路人对比起来是什么感觉，但是和他比起来真的又好看又正常。

  他竟然喜欢我们这最冷门的哈密瓜口味的……

 听他讲法语的口音，肯定不是本国的，甚至有点我家乡意大利那不勒斯那边的感觉。

  听到他们两个之间讲话，原来是美国人，那个叫"爱伦"的女子看起来似乎也有种和我外貌相似的混血感。

  我对我的英文水平还是比较自信的，他们讲的话除了一些太过专业的词汇我还是能听懂很多的，不过我真的听不出来那个男人的名字叫什么。

  我的脑海了浮现出了一个人的身影，如果是一般人我可能记不住，但是她那个发型…应该不会错。

  我似乎在哪里遇见过那个女生的发型的人，如果是昨天那个梦里的女人…那她们身边的男友似乎也不是同一人，当然我也不清楚是不是他染了粉色头发。

  随着叮叮的挂件敲打门的声音，又进来了一位客人，他穿着黑色拉链卫衣，黑色的我不懂什么料子的裤子，和说不清磨损到什么程度的看不清牌子的黑蓝色帆布鞋。

  他带着一个黑色项圈，上面没有我意料之中的尖刺，而是一个小浣熊头的挂架。他的发色是棕褐色，斜刘海盖住了左眼，喽出的那只眼睛是橙色瞳孔

  他先是要了一个樱桃酱雪糕，然后犹豫了几下，悄悄问我"汤姆逊先生在吗（店长）"

  "他刚刚出去吃饭啦，如果不是很私人的话，我可以代你告诉他"

  "啊没关系了，就是单纯想见见他老人家啦，我等他回来好啦。"

  然后他来到一个角落的座位狂炫他的雪糕，仿佛这室内的空调温度不足够冷，几秒就会化掉一样。

  然后他就带上耳机趴在桌子上开睡。

 

等到那对情侣走了，又有其他客人来回进进出出，再到天黑，店里只剩我和他两人了。

  

店长这时候回来了。

  "不好意思啊乔鲁诺，今天路上车被撞了，当然还好没什么事，就是车漆这个月又要重喷了"

  "啊，您没受伤就好"

  "呦，不好意思啊这位小兄弟，我们准备关店了，那请你回家休息吧"

  "先生，请问，是威廉汤姆逊先生吗"

  "我是，年轻人你认识我啊……"

  "我是罗利 杰伊 庞德啊"

  

老店长一副毫无波澜的状态说，"我们出去找地方说吧"

  

  "晚安啦，乔鲁诺，回去好好休息吧"

  那个人也对我说"今天真的不好意思打扰了"

  他看起来很丧的样子，但是讲话一直很有礼貌。

  我拖着疲惫的身子回到家，家附近的那条街还是到处贴着通缉"图路 马丁"

  今天晚上我没有找电影看，而是直接脱了衣服，洗洗手就躺在床上睡了。

  我是一个犯人，但是我进去的很不爽，我因为着急跑到电影院，而撞到了一位正在追逃犯的警员，然后我因为袭警还妨碍公务进了佛罗里达绿海豚监狱。

  即便如此，我也不至于进重刑犯的楼吧，这里都是连环间，杀犯，纵火犯，毒贩，和流氓组织狼狈为奸的官员。

  不过有一说一这栋楼有些像古罗马风格的浴场，而且平时这里自由度还真的可以，前提是给随机一名狱警足够的好处，那样他就会是你的保护伞，要多少那要取决于不同的狱警，还好我进来利用替身把几名狱警身上的钱偷出来变成蝴蝶，进去的时候我有2000多美金了，想在这里安全度过应该也不是问题。

  这里面的人造型一个比一个奇怪，秃顶蘑菇头，尖刺头，cosplay罗马人，还有精灵一般的小老头，再就是瘦的跟竹节虫一样和体型大的像熊一样的人。

  重刑犯关的地方，似乎很少看到狱警啊，这里更像是个生活广场，美国人的监狱都这样吗，我想我离那些墨西哥毒贩远一些就可以了吧

  

 今天早上起来见到了不可理喻的一幕，那些犯人的身上长满了连接在一起的植物。

  我的替身失控了吗，但是黄金体验在我旁边疯狂的摇头比划。

  我想贸然靠近那些尸体可能有危险，我避开尸体来到高处。

  我来到户外，警报声可以说是响彻整个小岛，肯定是因为这栋楼出的事。

  我很快被上来穿着防护服的狱警转移走了，那些人中一个神父穿着，白色短发还刻有一些造型的人一直注视着我，仿佛我们前世相爱过似的。

 有几个逃犯被狱警押了回来，有两个人长得真的像店里来的那对情侣啊，还有一个身材很高大的蓝衣人，他的帽子让他看起来像只绵羊，他们身上的伤都很重，身上都有弹孔。

  跑来的狱警提起警官对他们进行殴打。

  我知道，这个监狱的狱警的虐待，只会讲犯人变成更恶的罪人。

  监狱如果管教的话，可以改变一些本性不够坏的人，但是这些人会因此变得更加阴暗吧。

 此时我的念头是，我不想惹事，所以才乖乖进来的 没想到这些家伙根本是比那些罪犯更恶心的人，此时我的念头是，拯救那几个人。

  几块石头碎了，几只眼睛蛇王跑了。

  这样就好，我不需要继续看了，就让身边的狱警带我去我该去的地方吧。

  不知道过了多久，最近的天气都很暖和，阳光也很好，微风也似乎在治愈那天我在重刑犯楼看到的那一幕。

  "艾梅斯，我们越狱时要小心啦，还有其他替身使者在监狱，那天打我们的那几名狱警被毒蛇毒死，我都看见了，一个人用替身不知道用什么方法突然放过来的蛇，那些蛇咬完狱警后就突然变成了石头！"

  

  太阳照在我的脸上，有点烫，我晚上向来不拉窗帘。

  是梦啊，我没有坐牢，真是太好了

  

  

 To be continue……

  

 

  

＃GIOGIO与JOJO的奇妙冒险（上）

＃注意，有茸徐出没  

  

  

早上，徐伦早早的等在了乔鲁诺的门口，十四岁的少女总是精力充沛，她实在有些等不及了，踌躇再三，还是敲了三下，“乔鲁诺，你起来了嘛？”

乔鲁诺当然已经起来了，他一向极度自律，毕竟小的时候他每天都要为自己的衣食住行和学费奔波，即使十五岁直接登顶成了热情的BOSS，他也一直保持着良好的作息习惯。

“当然，徐伦。”乔鲁诺已经收拾妥当，头上的那三个卷儿也被他烫的十分完美，他穿着白色体恤和黑色工装裤，脖子上带着瓢虫的金属项链，比起之前那个气场强大的黑衣教父形象更像个温柔亲和的大哥哥。

“太好了！我们去找由纪吧！她最喜欢赖床但是她对我没辙！”徐伦好像并没有看出他打扮上的区别，兴奋的拽着他跑向由纪的门口。

但是今天的由纪言辞拒绝了，“我已经是个成熟的大人了，要去成年人该去的地方，你们两个自己去玩吧！”

“好吧。”徐伦和乔鲁诺下楼了。

“由纪是和白金之星吵架了！”徐伦小声的对乔鲁诺说，“她肯定要去酒吧！”

“小心被由纪听到喔！”乔鲁诺忍不住笑了，“我们还没走远。”

“啊！乔鲁诺，你问我海星平时吃什么啊！！”徐伦一本正经的大声说，“看在你这么诚恳的份上，我就告诉你吧！！”

“太浮夸了！”乔鲁诺笑的更开心了，“对了徐伦，我可以叫你JOJO吗？我听到承太郎先生和由纪都是这么叫你的。”

“只有妈妈爸爸和由纪这么叫我啦！毕竟我们家有好多JOJO！”徐伦摸摸鼻子，“你也是乔乔啊，意大利语的GIOGIO和JOJO的发音也是一样的！”

“徐伦的JOJO就是比我们的可爱一些，”乔鲁诺真诚道，“可以吗？JOJO！”

“你都已经这么叫啦！随便你啦！”徐伦耳朵有点红了，不过由纪说乔鲁诺是她的太太爷，也是她的长辈，这么叫也没错。

进入到水族馆，入口就是一个长长的海底隧道，徐伦开心的仰头看着游来游去的小鱼，光线透过蔚蓝的海水稀碎的照在徐伦的脸上，她薄荷绿色的眼睛闪闪发光，“我家臭老爸总是痴迷于此，虽然他总是出差，回来之后还总是带着我和妈妈来水族馆这一个地方，闷头写他的论文，但是有的时候他也会给我讲这些海洋生物的知识。”

她的手指划过凉凉的玻璃，引来几只好奇的小银鱼隔着玻璃啄她的手指，徐伦笑了两声，“所以在这里我觉得特别幸福，水族馆是我最喜欢的地方了，乔鲁诺，谢谢你带我来这里！”

乔鲁诺嗓子有些发痒，“不客气，这里的确很美丽......”他有些狼狈的转移视线，“我们继续往前吧！”

“好！”徐伦一只手拉着乔鲁诺的胳膊，直接仰着头看上面的鱼，任由乔鲁诺带着她往前，一片阴影从头顶滑过，“是鲸鲨哎！好大的鲸鲨！”徐伦兴奋的晃了晃乔鲁诺的袖子。

他们就这样开开心心的逛完了整个水族馆，到了下午两点，水下的美人鱼表演要开始了，他们来到了中心的剧场，时间还有十五分钟，剧场旁边正好有一家纪念品商店，里面摆满了海豚海星鲸鱼的各种毛绒公仔，亮晶晶的水晶球里甚至有着逼真的的海底世界。

“JOJO，你喜欢冰激凌吗？”乔鲁诺看着门口排了很多人的冰激凌小车。

“喜欢，要巧克力味的！”徐伦用力点头。

乔鲁诺笑着说，“我去买，你可以在纪念品店里随便逛逛。”

“好的！”徐伦已经把自己埋进了小海豚们的海洋，乔鲁诺无奈的摇了摇头，去冰激凌车前排队了。

十分钟后，乔鲁诺举个一个巧克力冰激凌和一个香草冰激凌疑惑的看着纪念品店，“JOJO？冰激凌已经买好了！表演也快要开始了！”

但是到处都没用徐伦的踪迹，乔鲁诺有些着急了，他扔掉自己那个香草的冰激凌，举着巧克力冰激凌焦急的到处寻找徐伦。

美人鱼表演已经开始了，动人的音乐响起，剧场的光线暗淡下来，冰激凌开始融化，褐色的液体黏在乔鲁诺的手上，他的心也越来越焦灼。

突然有个小孩子指着屏幕喊到，“美人鱼出现了哎！她的尾巴好漂亮，像只蝴蝶一样！”

“！！！”

乔鲁诺匆忙转头，看清显示屏的画面之后他瞳孔微缩，那个蔚蓝大海里沉沉浮浮的女孩就是徐伦！！

她后面的麻花辫微微散开，绿色和金色的发丝在水中荡漾，她今天穿着印有蝴蝶图案的背心和蛛网状的镂空裙子，四周彩色的小鱼在她身边游动，真的就像童话里的美人鱼一样！

“JOJO！！！”

乔鲁诺手里的冰激凌被捏烂了，徐伦怎么会在水里！？他丢掉冰激凌开始焦急的在水池里寻找徐伦，他匆匆的跑过一个又一个玻璃窗口，水波的光影不断在他身上交错。

没有！都没有！！乔鲁诺的汗顺着他的下巴滑落，这个水族馆还有备用的池子吗？他死死的看着屏幕里的徐伦，想从水中的环境找出特点。

但是就在乔鲁诺到处寻找池子的时候，徐伦已经醒了，缺氧和水压让她的脸色发青，眼球微微鼓起，她用力一蹬腿，向上方游去，但是突然，水流方向发生了改变，一个诡异的漩涡逐渐生成，徐伦被水流卷着向水底沉去！

徐伦反应很快，她放出了自己的替身，莹蓝的线把她固定在了远处的一块儿珊瑚上，拽着她逃离了漩涡。

但是危险并没有就此远离，在她拼命向上游的时候，一个黑影迅速逼近，张开血盆大口漏出阴森的惨白牙齿！是一只巨大的大白鲨！！！

徐伦瞳孔微缩，莹蓝色的线迅速凝聚实体，

“欧拉！！！”

蓝色的替身一拳锤在鲨鱼的头顶，将它张大的嘴直接捶的重新闭合，但是徐伦也被鲨鱼一尾巴重新扫沉水底，撞到了石头上，闷哼一声吐出一大口空气！泡泡瞬间向上升腾！

“你这个女人！竟然敢打我！！”那只鲨鱼竟然开口说话了，“好疼——”

它像是要哭出来了，“BOSS的女人果然不是个花瓶！”

“是替身使者吗？！”徐伦死死捂着自己的嘴，“本体在哪？！是远型操纵的还是本体就在附近？”

“女人！！你在看什么？！”那条鲨鱼狰狞的笑着，“你也到极限了吧！现在我是绝对的优势局，只要你敢往上游我就把你拍下去，你不可能再上去呼吸空气了！你就淹死在这里吧！！”

“是吗？”徐伦伸手指着鲨鱼，她眼神坚毅，“不把你那张恶心的鱼脸打扁我可是不会上去的！！”

“什么？！”鲨鱼这才发现徐伦口中含着一根细线，线蜿蜿蜒蜒通向水面，“你把线变中空了！当做呼吸管？！”它恶狠狠道，“那我就把它咬断！”

“你敢靠近我吗？”徐伦用她的替身嘲讽道，鲨鱼定睛一看她的四周全是密密麻麻的线，只要自己一靠近就会被缠成蜘蛛网上的飞蛾！

“那这样呢？”鲨鱼一甩尾巴，形成一个巨大的漩涡向徐伦卷过去！

徐伦已经吃过这水流的亏了，她一扥线，立刻向旁边移动过去。

“你上当了！！”鲨鱼洋洋得意道，“操纵水流可不止这么简单！”

徐伦的手突然被看不见的水流缠住，扯着她飞速向远处嶙峋的珊瑚礁上撞上去！

“变成一摊肉泥吧！蠢货！”鲨鱼悠哉悠哉的随着水波摇曳。

“呀嘞呀嘞，”

徐伦嘴角勾起一个微笑，“你都没注意到吗？你身上都是连在我身上的线，在我撞上岩石之前你就会被高速移动的细线切成几块了吧！！”

“！！！”

鲨鱼感觉身上一紧，自己坚韧的皮肤都开始被划开，它迅速往徐伦的方向游过去，但是刚才它为了撞烂徐伦，把束缚徐伦的水流设定的太快了，即使是鲨鱼的速度也追赶不上！它已经被线割除道道伤口，鲜血瞬间流出！高速拉在它后面成了一道道红线！

“我解除水流你放开我好不好！！”鲨鱼屈服了，它勉强改变水流方向，徐伦和尖锐的珊瑚礁擦肩而过，“我只是想要报复BOSS，和你无仇无怨！！我们完全不用拼命！！”

“可以！我数三声一起放开！”徐伦同意了，“三！二！一！”

鲨鱼感觉自己身上的线松了，狞笑着，“你上当了！！果然小姑娘还是小姑娘！嫩了一点！！”

徐伦眉头一皱，自己手腕的水流并没有松开。

“死吧！！用你这年轻的生命祭奠我死去的兄弟吧！！要怪就怪那个见鬼的非要缉毒的BOSS！！当黑-帮当成这样，那个小鬼为什么不去当警察啊！！”

但是它还没有舒畅的说完获胜宣言，就感觉自己尾巴一疼，然后那节尾巴就这样和它的身体分开了！！

“啊啊啊啊啊——”它剧烈的惨叫着向下沉去。

“骗人就要最好被骗的觉悟啊！”徐伦食指指着它的鼻子吼道，“现在要么解开这个水流，要么我把你其它部位都大卸八块！！选吧！！”

“......”鲨鱼痛的抽搐，但是它咬牙，“我要为我死去的兄弟们报仇，至少要拉着BOSS的女人陪葬！！”

“很好，”徐伦突然向它冲来，“但是我也做好觉悟了！！”

“什么？！！”鲨鱼发现自己身上的线松了，徐伦正在极速靠近，而自己的水流还在卷着什么狠狠撞到了石头上！！

“你竟然切断了自己的手臂？！！”鲨鱼瞪大了眼睛。

徐伦身后殷红的鲜血迅速荡漾开，和海水混合形成瑰丽又恐怖的景象，在盐水中大失血？！这女人疯了！她撑不了多久的！！只要我坚持到那时候，只要我——

“欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉欧拉！！！！！”

蓝色的女性替身每一拳都像陨石一样重重砸在它的身上，鲨鱼的皮肤直接凹陷下去，它甚至听到了自己骨头断裂的声音！！这是何等的怪力！！

“噗哈——”它破破烂烂的摔到海底，砸出一个大坑。

“你唯一的错误就是激怒了我！！贩毒的混蛋！！虽然你的觉悟令人尊敬！但是你还是死在这里吧！”

徐伦毫不留恋的转身，她已经用线勉强把自己的创口缝了起来，必须赶快上岸！

“......我是不会解除能力的，”鲨鱼无神的看着徐伦像蝴蝶一样飘然远离的身体，它感觉到自己的生命在逐渐流逝，“只要BOSS找不到......我就能......拉着你垫背......”

徐伦看着亮光越来越近，越来越近，终于“哗”的一声浮出水面，但是上面竟然白茫茫的一片！根本没有什么岸边！！

“怎么会......”她的力气已然在刚才的战斗中耗尽，眼皮子也越来越沉，她茫然的躺在水面上，感觉越来越冷，替身已经维持不住了，鲜血重新肆意开来，她像是一只折翼的蝴蝶，埋葬在这片无边界的大海。

  “你醒了。”

  徐伦，不，应该叫爱伦，一睁眼就看到了坐在床边的年轻教父。没有任何根据，但她就是知道，他照顾了自己一整晚。

  她应该说一句谢谢或者别的什么，但似乎有什么从胸口涌出堵住了喉咙，阻止她发声。一股莫名的恼意涌上心头，她别过头，拒绝与他对视。

  这一动作唤醒了她的身体，她意识到自己的右手正握着什么。真相迅速得到了揭晓——乔鲁诺放开了一直握着她的手。

  她转头看向乔鲁诺的双眼，他却扭头避开了视线，从凳子上起身道：“既然醒了，那我就先走了。”

  还未来得及迈出第一步，乔鲁诺就感受到身后传来一股莫大的阻力。爱伦穿着单薄睡裙的半个身体挂在床外，一只手紧紧拽住了他的衣角。她刚开口，一连串的咳嗽就抢先冲了出来。

  乔鲁诺一边轻拍她的后背，一边重新把她塞回被子里。平息了咳嗽后，爱伦连忙将自己连同脑袋一起紧紧裹进被子里。她感觉自己浑身好像在燃烧。

  沉默了半晌，乔鲁诺的声音隔着被子传进爱伦耳中：“刚才是开玩笑的。”话音刚落，爱伦就掀被而起，怒目而视，却迎上乔鲁诺满含笑意的眼眸。他神态自若地给她披上外套，拉好被子，然后慢悠悠地开口道：“饿了吧，我叫人给你做点吃的。”

  爱伦感觉胸口堵得慌，于是扭过头不理他。

  乔鲁诺于是走出房门，不经意的回头，撞上了爱伦偷偷追随过来的视线，刚一接触，她就立刻触电般地避开了。

  简短地吩咐过女仆后，乔鲁诺拨通了助理的电话。

  很快，乔鲁诺就重新回到了房内。他的脸上依然挂着出门时的笑意，爱伦却感到些许的异样。那种神情，从小到大已经在父亲身上见过无数次了：他每次都会压低帽檐，把自己隐藏在阴影里。但两人之间的身高差总是能让她从中窥见真相。乔鲁诺与父亲，尽管二者在表现方式上截然不同，但在她看来如出一辙。

  

  不过，一开始并不是这样的，在他们初次见面的时候——在她还是徐伦、正作为越狱犯被通缉的时候。卡纳维拉尔角之战结束后不久，美国国内正到处发布从州立绿海豚街重警备监狱越狱的犯人的通缉令，为了躲避风头，父亲空条承太郎和SPW财团联系到了意大利的一位故交，而徐伦则化名为爱伦，在这位故交的庇护下前往意大利生活。

  原本父亲承太郎也要陪同前来的，但是出于一些她从小到大一直听过来的原因无法实现。

  这样的事从徐伦记事起就持续不断地发生着，即使在生死之战后，也不会有变化。她早已谅解了父亲，并且也选择走上相同的道路，肩负起乔斯达血脉的因缘。如今，父亲沿着这条未竟的道路继续前进，而她则需要面对自己眼下更为紧迫的事情，仅此而已。她很想故作轻松地说自己不会责怪父亲或是有什么怨言，但是却无能为力——她做不到自欺欺人。

  想到这，徐伦摇了摇头，把消极情绪从自己脑海中赶跑。她起身走出餐厅，打算四处逛逛。刚迈出门，一个男孩就撞了上来，徐伦及时反应过来用线拉了他一把，才不至于让他摔倒。

  "没事吧，抱歉我没注意周围。"徐伦半蹲下身，尽量与男孩平视。这个男孩大概和安波里欧差不多大。

  男孩压低了帽子，从帽檐的阴影下偷偷瞄了她一眼，犹豫了一下，道："大姐姐，如果给我买个冰淇淋就原谅你。"

  "好啊，正好旁边在卖，"徐伦爽快地答应了，她牵着男孩，走到隔壁冰淇淋店门口取出钱包道，“你要什么口味？”

  "……我，我要巧克力的！"

  "好巧，我也喜欢巧克力味。老板，来两个巧克力冰淇淋。"

  付过钱，徐伦将钱包塞进口袋，双手各接过一个冰淇淋，转过身打算递给男孩，男孩却已不见了踪影。

  "他上哪去了？"

  "又一个被偷了钱包，"店老板斜睨了一眼徐伦，提醒道，"你是外地人吧，附近这种小偷很多，那小鬼早就跑得不见踪影了，报警也没用，你只能自认倒霉了。"

  "钱倒是无所谓，只是……"伪造的护照之类的证件都在钱包里。

  小孩子的脚程不会很快，多半是仗着对地形的了解躲藏起来了，徐伦立刻放出石之自由的线向远处追踪而去，很快就发现了男孩的踪影，她立刻追了上去。

  他并没有跑远，只是巧妙地混进了行人中，就在男孩要钻进一条小巷子里时，他撞上了一位金发男子，差点摔倒。而徐伦则趁机进一步拉近了距离。

  "小姐，这是你的钱包吧，"金发男子挡住了徐伦去路，同时把一个钱包递到她面前。

  “是的，谢谢你。”徐伦惊讶地接下了钱包，上下打量了男人一眼。

  男人个子大约比自己高半个头，有着一张俊美的脸，以及与自己颜色相同的瞳孔，他留着罕见的发型，后脑勺处扎着跟自己一样的麻花。一身的西装衬得他更加挺拔，她不得不承认他确实是自己喜欢的类型。

  "如果我没认错的话，你就是空条徐伦小姐吧？”男人接着问道，“不，现在应该是空条爱伦小姐，我从承太郎先生那里听说了，用线的替身。"

  "你……你就是乔鲁诺？"

  "正是，虽然比预定的时间要早，既然已经见到了彼此，那么我们就先行出发吧。"

  男人后退一步，背后的车上立刻有几个人下车立在一旁，他极具绅士风度地提前帮徐伦打开车门，做出"请"的动作，道："请上车，空条小姐。"

  “我的名字是乔鲁诺·乔巴拿，想必你已经听令尊说过了。我统率的是一个叫‘热情’的黑帮组织，事务繁忙，平时可能联系不上。我们现在正在前往你今后的住处，里面生活用品已经备齐，你有任何需求，都可以告知那里的管家……”

  乔鲁诺说到这，停了下来，拿出口袋里的手机道：“不好意思，我先接个电话。”

  徐伦点了点头。只见乔鲁诺刚按下接听键，原本温文尔雅的绅士就变成了一个冰冷锐利、充满威严的教父。

  原本徐伦就不明白父亲为何会与一位黑帮教父有交情，但是乔鲁诺富有风度的谈吐刚让她有些许释怀，锐利的气场就撕破了错觉，让她重新意识到对面的这个人是货真价实的黑帮教父。不过出于对父亲的信任，她还是选择相信眼前这位教父。

  他简练地结束了通话，转头对徐伦道："抱歉，我现在需要去处理一些事情，司机会把你送到别墅，有任何问题都可以问那里的管家。那么，我先行离开了。"语毕，轿车靠边停下，乔鲁诺下了车。车门刚一关上司机就立即启动，没有一丝停顿。

  徐伦透过后视镜看到的、映照其中的乔鲁诺的身影迅速淹没在不断延展的马路与建筑物中。

  之后的一切与乔鲁诺所说无异。

  很长一段时间，徐伦没有再见过乔鲁诺。在他的安排下一切都进展得十分顺利，生活重新步入正轨，跟其他的19岁女孩一样，上大学、参加聚会、交朋友，除了她还不太适应自己的新名字"爱伦"外，没有任何问题。只除了一天——

  她正与在意大利交的新朋友在街上漫步，忽然被一群人挡住了去路，没等她有所反应，前方不远处就发生了爆炸，有几个人从建筑物中被炸飞出来，落在地上化为一片血肉模糊。所幸当时夜已深行人不多，没有额外的伤亡——这是后来电视中报道的。

  在石之海中磨练出的韧性使得徐伦迅速把握了现状，一边护住被吓呆的朋友，一边叫出替身做好战斗准备。而就在她被爆炸吸引的一瞬间，刚才的那群人早已失去了踪迹。她认定这起爆炸必定不是意外。她环顾四周以确认情况，视线却仿佛被什么牵引着一样，第一眼就看到了停在远处的汽车以及站在一旁的金发男子。两人四目相对，相同颜色的瞳孔中倒映出彼此的身影，只持续了短短的一瞬间，乔鲁诺就转移了视线，坐进车内离开现场。

  第二天早上乔鲁诺出现在她住所的客厅里，未等她提起，他就主动向她解释了自己在她身边安排了护卫以及昨晚的爆炸——不过是黑帮之间的利益争斗。这样的事在热情这样庞大的组织中并不少见。徐伦点头表示理解，并未深入追问。两人的对话到此就结束了，就像是擦肩而过的陌生人，彼此点头示意，在短暂的相交后又重回各自的轨迹，渐行渐远。

  本应如此，但是，不知何时起乔鲁诺不愿再提及黑帮的事，而徐伦却对此产生了好奇心。

  

  ——最近，徐伦也不知自己怎么了，无端地对乔鲁诺感到恼火。昨天，为了转换心情，徐伦同女友一起参加了一场聚会。

  当晚，会场的中央、撒着暖色灯光的舞池里，层层燕尾服与裙摆交错、蹁跹，描画出优美的轮廓，令人眼花缭乱。女友早早就找定了舞伴，同他徜徉舞池中。徐伦在连续拒绝了两位男士的邀请后，面对第三位的邀请，在犹豫后终于伸出了手。

对方是一位金发男子，不过与乔鲁诺不同，是短发。

  徐伦摇了摇头，怎么又想到他了。

  一手与对方相握，一手搭在西装的肩上，随着乐曲奏起，身体自发地跃动起来。

  一曲舞毕，徐伦推说累了，径自前往吧台要了一杯酒。

  那不勒斯的冬天并不寒冷，所以徐伦与女友只穿了礼服就乘车来了聚会。但是那天夜里却出奇的冷，她穿着露背的低胸开衩黑礼裙，衩口一直开到大腿处，冷风从各种细小的缝隙中灌入，切割着皮肤脆弱的神经。

  好冷啊。

  她心想，却刻意躲开了等在门口的车辆，晃荡着两瓶酒漫无目的地沿着街道向前走去。

  为了搭配礼服，徐伦穿了双细高跟，在寒冷与醉意的双重作用下，她终于摔下了高跟鞋。于是她干脆脱下鞋拿在手上，赤脚前进。

  寒冷自全身各处侵袭而来，单薄的布料完全无法抵御，很快，徐伦就从刺痛中解脱了——她开始感受不到四肢了。

  两瓶酒被她喝得差不多了，周围的建筑也变得陌生。是时候该回去了，徐伦心想。于是她随手招了辆出租车，倒在了后座上。

  规则的颠簸与单调的轰鸣，在寂静的夜里好像一首催眠曲，徐伦的双眼渐渐低垂，而上涌的酒意成了最后一根稻草，她的意识逐渐远去……

  车子毫无预兆地停了下来，徐伦从浅眠中迷迷糊糊地醒来。是到了吗？她支撑起上半身，身后去够门把手，车门却在她碰到之前打开了，一个陌生的男人钻了进来。

  我还没下车呢。

  徐伦想向司机抱怨，司机却已不在驾驶座，而眼前这人似乎就是刚才的司机。

  司机向她伸出手，她摇了摇头。

  我不需要帮助。

  但是对方似乎并不是这个意思，他抓住了徐伦的肩膀就要压上来。

  徐伦终于意识到了事情不对劲，她先是一把挥开司机的手，接着后仰，一脚踹在了司机的胸口，司机痛呼一声，停顿了片刻，紧接着骂骂咧咧地举起手朝徐伦挥下，徐伦举起仍然握在手中的空酒瓶一把砸在了司机的脸上，趁他还没反应过来，又是一脚踹上了他的胸口，这一次用了十分的力量，司机直接摔出了车内，徐伦下车，依然举着空酒瓶对着倒在地上的司机。

  此时醉意与寒冷使她站立不稳，举着酒瓶的手臂也不受控地晃动着，原本在车内逐渐回复的温度经车外冷风一吹又降低了不少。徐伦感到头晕得厉害，双眼对焦也变得困难，只能看到司机的大概轮廓，她强撑着自己站在司机面前维持着一丝清明，以应对司机的反击。

  所幸司机胆子比预想的要小，图谋不轨不成遭反击已让他失去再次袭击的胆量，他连滚带爬回到驾驶座，猛踩油门溜走了。

  徐伦放松下来，把酒瓶丢在一边，瘫坐了下来。她使劲眨了眨眼看了看周围，意识到司机是把自己带到了一个偏僻之所，而她完全不认识这里。但此时她的大脑已嗡嗡作响，头晕恶化成了头痛，连带着全身都疼，紧绷着的那根弦松懈下来后，意识就变得难以维持，渐渐渐渐模糊、消散……

  后面，她并不知道发生了什么，但是睁开眼看到的是乔鲁诺，一切就都明了了。

  

  “我想，我现在应该有权利听一听你对昨晚的解释。”

  乔鲁诺开口道。

  徐伦看向他的双眼，温和的笑意逐渐褪去，取而代之的是有些许严肃的神情。

  "乔鲁诺，"她开口，声音有点沙哑，"四岁时有一次我发烧到40度，连医生都觉得我可能要死了，我听见妈妈给父亲打电话，让他从机场回来看看我，可是父亲却直接挂断了。现在我知道了他要去处理一件很重要的事，而且那次发烧是我成为替身使者的前兆，父亲一定是知道这一点才没有来看我。可是当时的我真的好绝望，以至于对父亲的恨意都被磨灭了。还好，那时我有妈妈在身边。"她伸出握住乔鲁诺，"还好，现在有你在身边。"

最近看了很多穿越有关的电影和漫画，比较有感触。

  第一次尝试文章，可能全是感情没有技巧（只光凭想像文笔不太好，表述有点抽象），接受任何评价。

  这个故事发生在众多宇宙中的其中一个，设定有不同，为了不耽误剧情，安排乔鲁诺后期来到隔壁法国尼斯生活，就当是想离开那个家庭吧（在意大利肯定会遇见黑道的替身使者）

  

  地中海气候一直很宜人，在这个沿海的温暖的城市生活里十多年，感觉这里比日本的家乡还要亲切，其实我已经不记得我生在日本的哪里了，甚至连日语也不会几个词。当然了，我初中刚毕业，我有一个暑假的时间考虑追求理想还是上高中，我还不是很清楚有文化的流氓和没文化的流氓会不会差很多。

 总之还是要养活起自己呀，我在英国人散步大街附近的冰激凌店工作，因为是兼职，所以时薪不高，在这个城市，总有着不少小偷，要看好自己的贵重物品。

在冰淇淋店打工也是蛮好，老板人很好，允许我们下巴后吃店里的冰淇淋，我特别钟爱樱桃味的呢。

  这辆车估计快不行了，花300欧买的二手车，用了一年就发动机就出毛病了。好心店长答应这周末带去他朋友那里修，那我今天就散步回去好啦，还能沿途看看落日，享受晚风的轻抚。

我每天的生活呢，谈不上多快乐啦，甚至也经常觉得无聊和不开心。是家庭的原因或是我自身性格的问题，我是一个不苟言笑的人，给人的感觉不是特别有亲和力。

  我一个人住，我每天回家会用替身变一些小动物陪着我。我每天晚上都会看一个电影或一些其它剧什么的，各种类型的，我可能没有什么特别喜欢的爱好，但是至少可以消磨时间，今晚继续追日剧《世界奇妙物语》了，拍了这么多年剧情一直都很吸引人呢

  好困啊，看睡着了……

  

这里就是纽约吗，我很喜欢的城市呢，来纽约的冰淇淋店看看吧 。

  这家店好大，但是也没剩几个空座了，我找了一个靠窗的，方便我欣赏这个城市夜里繁华的街道。

  旁边有个女孩在和他男朋友互相喂冰淇淋，看起来感情真好啊。

  有一说一，那男的一身下来我能认得出来的就得值七万欧了。

  这里信号竟然不怎么好，我吃完就离开了，我在外面到处逛，又上了公交车漫无目的的想要做到末站。

  我在一个不是很繁华的地方下车了，我对这个地方真的不熟悉。我好像看见刚才那对小情侣了，他俩要去酒店吗这是，但是我更在乎的是看那男的经济实力似乎可以进高级点的酒店吧，不过也未必，毕竟在纽约住就算郊区都不便宜，何况那人看起来应该是富二代，看样子还是学生。

 他们俩怎么还不进去，反倒在阴暗的巷子里腻歪上了，哎，小心在布鲁克林被抢啊。

  突然窜出来三个人影，打晕了那个男的，就准备对那个女生动手动脚了，看样子是劫色的。

 姑娘，别害怕，我会用"魔法"拯救你。

  我把一块掉落的砖块杂碎变成了几只巴西猎人蛛，很快那几人被咬后很快就倒在地上了。

  人渣对我而言没有支配自己生命的权利。

  巴西猎人蛛，是据我所知世界最毒的蜘蛛了。

  "啊不好意思，我只想捡回我的宠物"

  我把蜘蛛送回我的衣兜里。

  "那是你男朋友吗，快给他叫救护车吧"

  她男友看起来被打的不轻，救护车就交给她这个有钱人家的叫吧，不然美国救护车一叫二三千美金我负担不起啊。

  我没等她继续和我说什么我就离开了。

  

 纽约的东西真是好吃，但是我身上的现金真的快没了啊……

  

  啊，刚刚都是梦吗。

  

  大家也是这样吗，梦境中是不会觉得身处梦境的，就算发生的事不可思议那也不会觉得很突然。

  我竟然还梦到我去纽约了啊

  哎，我还是赶车去工作好了。

  今天有个英国警察放假带儿子来这里玩，这个警察好像年轻时来过这，来了就对着我问"店长换人啦？"，其实只是他招了我这个店员而已啦。

  他的法语虽然口语和标准有差距，但我们可以正常对话，他蛮自来熟，对这个店还有亲切感，一直和店长聊个不停。

  我怀疑我的店长年轻时曾在苏格兰场进修过认识他的。

  店长和他好像老相识了，亲切的叫他老谢尔盖，叫他的儿子小罗利，罗利穿着一个浣熊帽子的卫衣。孩子很小，看不出有没有上小学。

  那个孩子似乎喜欢葡萄汁兑橙汁……

  

  

Ch. 8: Romeo

Romeo was stressed out in a way he had never been before. He had arrived safely in Rome, only to be kidnapped by his supposed new friend. At first, he thought he was wanted for ransom, but it turned out that he was just a means to get to Jolyne. Donatello, if that was even his real name, wouldn't answer when Romeo asked what he wanted from her, for as far as he knew, she was just an ordinary girl, nothing special.

That liar Donatello actually stuffed him in the trunk of a car and dragged him to Naples where he thought he was going to die until some huge scary guys rescued him. Hours later, they were on some island where they found Jolyne calm and covered in blood, seeming to have beaten up his kidnapper. When she knocked Romeo unconscious, it was almost a relief. Or at least until he woke up again.

The new captors had put him in a little room that looked like something straight out of one of those period soap operas his mom enjoyed, with a huge balcony behind it. It was all very dreamy and vacation-like if it weren't for the fact that he was brought there against his will and he didn't know how he could communicate with his dad to get him out of there. He currently sat on a couch that looked older than he was, even if it was elegant, peeking through the crack between his eyelids at the only other two people in the room as they chatted with each other. Luckily, they hadn't tied him up; it seemed that at least they didn't consider him a threat.

Even though he hurriedly shut his eyes again, the voice of the older lady told him she knew he was awake. She said something about his breathing giving him away, though he swore he wasn't loud.

"Please let me go! My father has plenty of money. He'll give you however much you ask!"

Neither of the two people seemed to pay him any mind.

"I'll tell you whatever you want, but let me go home first!"

"I know you have your plans, Jotaro, but only a few hours ago I made her a promise to beat him up. It's like the spirit of my George and my Joseph have interceded to fulfill a last will before my old bones prevent me from doing something like that."

"I don't believe in that nonsense, witch, but I don't really mind you beating him up," the one called Jotaro replied.

If Romeo had known how the meeting between the old woman and the other huge, serious man was going to go, surely, the idea of being thrown into the sea would not have seemed so unpleasant. Not even the old hags in horror movies were as scary as this old lady, but the huge man was even worse.

"You're related to Jolyne, right?" Romeo said rather frightenedly to Jotaro, who kept looking at him with his classic expression, maybe a little more threatening than usual. "Jolyne and I are... very good friends. Where is she anyway? I want to talk to her. She would never be okay with all of this."

"I'm her father. And I know who you are."

Romeo gulped. He hadn't imagined that Jolyne's dad would be a grumpy giant. He had only known that her parents were divorced and that she hadn't seen him in years. His first meeting with her mom was at her house before the accident and the second was when Marena slapped him by the courthouse door on the day of the trial. No doubt her ex-husband was up to date on that matter.

"N-Nice to meet you, Mr. Kujo."

"Frankly, the feeling isn't mutual," Jotaro said with a tone even more curt than usual. Next to him, the old lady sipped her tea, looking at him with the same contempt.

"Our Jolyne is a lovely young lady. Intelligent, kind, good, strong, and beautiful." She drilled Romeo with her gaze. "I thought that being a bit prone to buffoonery like my Joseph and just as headstrong was her biggest flaw, but I see she had a much worse one hidden."

Romeo began to almost wistfully think back to when he was locked in the trunk. When Jolyne appeared, he was the gladdest he had ever been to see her. Everyone in the room turned their attention to her instead.

"Your disciple offered to stand watch, but nothing much happened anyway. Giorno just talked to Donatello and I broke his nose. He won't be telling us anything substantial until Rohan arrives. Speaking of, have you questioned this guy?" She refused the tea that the old lady offered her. "I swear that whenever I forget that you're English, I remember again because you're always drinking that stuff."

"Joliet!" Romeo said. "I don't know what's going on, but some guy pretended to be my friend and then he kidnapped me."

"You're as clueless as ever." Jolyne turned to her dad. "Can we send him on the first flight back to the states? Even if it's as animal cargo, that's fine too."

"That's not very funny." Romeo tried to smile, unsure if she was joking. The Jolyne who had been his girlfriend would say that as a joke, but the woman in front of him, who had not yet cleaned up after the battle, seemed perfectly capable of carrying out what she said. And he may have given her reason to do so too.

It didn't take long before another one of his ex-saviors joined them, a tall man with blonde hair that flowed down his shoulders. Rather than the tracksuit worn by others on the island, he was fully dressed in a flamboyant attire and ornaments, like shown in mafia movies. He had to be one of those criminals who kidnapped top designers to serve them exclusively. Romeo was almost positive that his hair had to have extensions too. And were those pectorals made of silicone? He wasn't sure, but he was willing to bet on it.

The blonde criminal went directly to the old lady, to whom he began to speak in Italian after bowing respectfully to her.

"I don't believe we've been introduced, Mrs. Joestar. My name is Giorno Giovanna." He gave her a gentlemanly kiss on the hand. "I've heard of you, but I've never had the honor of meeting you in person."

"The pleasure is mine," the old lady replied. "I've heard a lot about Passione. I know it's changed since you became its don."

Romeo wasn't really listening to what they were saying. There was something about the blonde man, Giorno Giovanna, that seemed very familiar. He soon realized where he recognized him from. For the past couple of weeks, he had stared at and cursed at the picture Jolyne had sent him of her with that other man, the same one that happened to be standing before him now.

"Hey, I know you!" Romeo pointed accusingly. "You're from the picture, the new boyfri..."

Before he could finish, he felt something thin and very long press into his arm, quickly wrapping around it. The string-like thing, which he couldn't see, tightened before he suddenly felt an electric shock-like sensation course through him and his mind went blank. He didn't have time to feel relieved when the invisible string loosened because he suddenly lost complete control over his arm. He found himself forming a fist and then punching himself harder than he thought he was capable of, breaking his nose on the spot. A scream escaped him.

"You're up against noses today, are you? Not that I blame you. Were you capable of doing this before?" Giorno was not at all fazed by the other man's cries of pain or the smell of fresh blood even though he had been neglecting his special feeding. He was more mindful of Jolyne's response. "No? Well, it seems that combining your Hamon techniques with your Stand ability is making your own Stand grow. Congratulations."

"If done carefully, mixing together something as versatile as Hamon and your strings can make you very formidable, even among Stand users." Jolyne's dad patted her on the shoulder. "Not to mention you can play tricks like this on imbecile non-stand users without them being any the wiser."

"I don't know what happened at all, but I think a congratulations is in order," said the old lady. "I think you're the first person since my Joseph to possess a Stand while also handling Hamon. Looks like your abilites have grown to a point where you're able to physically manipulate your opponent. I'm very proud to have a descendant as capable as you."

Jolyne seemed deaf to Romeo's moans of pain, her eyes watering at the old woman's words.

"When Bruno comes, you should use this same trick on him. Let him have a taste of what it's like for someone to manipulate your body without permission," Giorno suggested to her, making her smile. That smile reminded Romeo of the one she used to give him, though this was much more relaxed.

"Oh, fuck, yeah. He played so many tricks on me when I was training with him. I'm going to return the favor!"

"I have no doubt it's a magnificent ability," the old lady said, "but I think you forgot to turn it off, if you know what I mean. You should release it if you're still using Hamon. You could hurt him, but more importantly, you'll exhaust yourself even more than you already have after having used a lot throughout the day." She glanced at Romeo as he struggled to move his fist away from his face.

"Oh, I think..." Jolyne mimicked the movement she did a moment ago, but this time Romeo noticed that he regained control of his arm. As the string loosened around his arm and let go, his arm felt a little heavy, no longer having any support. She paused, thinking about something. "Dad, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Ham-on? Stands? Romeo didn't know about all of that, and he didn't care. Seeing Jolyne leave the room with her scary father, he began to feel panicked.

He shrank in on himself and almost screamed when Giorno Giovanna approached him, with the old lady laughing behind him. His nose somehow healed amid cries of pain.

---

Air Suplena had several rooms for study but only one for relaxing while watching TV, so Jolyne was surprised to learn that the other disciples didn't stop by often. This meant it was usually free for her and Shizuka when they weren't crawling off to sleep. Hence, she was sure that room, which was right next to Lisa Lisa's chambers that they had just exited, would be empty. Thanks to the soundproofing, it was perfect for having a private conversation.

Shutting the door behind them, she faced her dad.

"There's something you should know," she began.

Jolyne wanted to have a better relationship with her father and be more truthful but not so much that she had to tell him how her relationship with Giorno was going. It was best to embellish that a bit.

Gosh, hopefully, this would be easier to spin than when facing her mom.

"You know the whole story about the car accident with Romeo and the framing, right? So, apparently, Romeo now claims to feel sorry for selling me out, and he constantly tried to contact me through my social media. I tried to tell him off, but he wouldn't listen. It was getting really annoying, so I messaged him and lied about having a boyfriend. Since he didn't believe it and acted all cocky, I showed him 'proof' by sending him a picture of me standing next to someone better-looking than him, which happened to be Giorno. So..."

The few seconds he stared at her seemed like eternity. Jolyne began to worry that she had underestimated her old man's knowledge of social media use and that he would be able to pick out the flaws in her story.

"I see," he finally mumbled after a long while. "I don't trust that that boy would have kept quiet and not spread his knowledge about your so-called boyfriend everywhere. Good grief, that's one more annoying problem we didn't count on."

"Yeah, that's exactly it!"

Then, Jotaro suddenly turned and walked back to the living room where a hushed Giorno and Lisa Lisa were discussing the lack of cleanliness in the canals. Jolyne couldn't see, but a nervous Romeo was tied to the seat with a grapevine created by Giorno.

She feared the worst when Jotaro called Giorno, asking him to accompany him for a moment. Was he going to smack Giorno?

She didn't think her dad could hurt him much when Giorno had the Requiem and all... Could he?

As soon as Giorno entered the adjacent room, Jotaro started talking. He went straight to the point.

"Giovanna, there's a little problem. The kid in that room who Donatello used to mislead us is my daughter's ex-boyfriend. It seems he came all the way here from the US to romantically pursue her, indirectly creating this whole mess. Jolyne says he's been very persistent, not leaving her social media alone, so to get him off her back, she lied to him about having a new boyfriend. Which is you."

Giorno gave her a quick side eye before turning back to Jotaro. He was about to say something, perhaps calm Jotaro down, but her dad didn't give him the chance.

"I don't know if it's too much trouble for you to pretend it's true. It'll help us get a rich brat like him under control."

Jolyne guessed that Giorno must have spent a lifetime practicing being expressionless because it was impressive that his only reaction was to raise an eyebrow. The last thing either of them expected was for her own dad to ask him to go out with her, even if it was in a pretend way.

She couldn't have known about the many things that crossed Giorno's mind, like the desire to tell her father that he was just a method actor or that Giorno could even keep up the act until it was time to give him a few grandchildren.

"It isn't a bad idea," Giorno finally said. "Men like him only give in to another man. Otherwise, he'll keep bothering Jolyne and making everyone's job more difficult."

"Besides, while we erase her records, it's good to have an excuse for what she's been doing here all this time," Jotaro said, considering the idea. "Something like making a passionate, youthful decision to go meet a boyfriend's family in Italy, from which she learned a lot, like a new language and customs of that culture. It would look good on a college application too."

"I agree, Dr. Kujo," Giorno said seriously. "However, I am a busy man. I have something to attend to in Venice. If you want my help in keeping up the act, Jolyne will have to come along with me."

There was a small bout of silence, then all the cordiality between the two men seemed to vanish all at once. Jolyne looked at them both for a few moments before sighing in boredom at the display of testosterone.

"Do you have a house in Venice too?" she asked to break the ice.

"This is not the time to talk about real estate," Jotaro said. "From what he's suggested, it's clear he wants to interrupt your training as if he has any say in this."

"I didn't say I wanted to interrupt anything, signore. I can manage from Venice, but I can't miss any meetings, no matter how delicate the situation with Donatello is. My business is important to too many people. Besides, in all the time that Jolyne was with me, they were not able to get that close to her. I have more than enough means to protect her effectively. So, please don't blow things out of proportion." He turned to Jolyne. "Of course, I have a house in Venice. A palazzo, in fact. I have many properties around Italy and a few scattered around the world. It's the norm in my profession."

"She's not going to be any safer with you than with me, Giovanna," Jotaro interjected again.

The two men proceeded to stare each other down.

Jolyne was tired. She had been overcome by difficult situation many times, but on this occasion, she was literally tired. Exhausted. Not just mentally, but physciall too, as she had fought a Pillar Man and a vampire just before, using Hamon for a prolonged period of time. If she passed out, would they fight over who carried her to rest? She knew they would, and that caused her to growl in frustration. She was stuck between two of the most powerful Stand users in the world.

With a history of conflict behind them, the situation would be dangerous for anyone. Right now, she was actually thinking of kicking both of their asses.

"Uh, excuse me, who was it again who stopped that vampire bastard?" she said, not wanting to say Donatello's name aloud because of the disgusting feelings she feared it might insight in her. "Until you guys showed up like you were some kind of saviors, I was holding the fort by myself pretty well. So, fuck you both. I'm not a baby in need of protection." She folded her arms and looked at them alternately in disdain. "Give me a break. Are you going to fight like complete assholes, or are you going to let me have my say? Because may I remind you, Mr. Mob Don, that I am not one of your superordinates. And Dad, I'm an adult."

Both men mumbled an apology to the most important person in both of their lives. Jolyne had always been strong, but there was a kind of new resolve in her that was palpable. Giorno found her sublime. Jotaro thought that perhaps she was spending too much time with Lisa Lisa.

"If you guys are done being jerks, let's be reasonable. It seems pointless to do all this just to try to calm that asshole down. First, it doesn't make sense for me to suddenly stop training. I mean, I hate it with all my soul, but hell, its effective. Second, even if I could easily come for training all the way from Venice, it begins in the wee hours of the morning and there's no way in hell I'm leaving before dawn for it. Besides, Giorno, don't you have to go back to Rome?"

At that moment, Giorno had an image of Fugo saying that he couldn't just leave without further ado for Venice. Luckily, since it was to help Jolyne, Abbacchio had been on his side and told him that anyone who needed to see the Don could take a few hours' drive to see him; that's what the fucking Don was for. Bucciarati would meet him in Rome, but the others would stay there. Feeling sorry for anyone who insisted on the imperative need for an urgent appointment, he had seen to it that Leone Abbacchio, with Panacotta Fugo as secretary, would receive those who wanted a meeting and were unwilling to go to Venice. He was sure that most would either lose their haste or claim that Venice was too beautiful a place not to go to when they found out. So yes, he could do it.

"Sometimes, I have to spend periods of time in Naples, Florence, or here in Venice, so it's normal. Don't worry about it," Giorno replied with a totally unconcerned expression.

"Ok, then what if I keep training a few days a week but take a day off to go to Venice with my 'boyfriend'?"

"Jolyne, I don't know if..."

"Mrs. Marena called me to say she's coming to Venice too," Giorno interrupted. "She also told me to inform you that she's coming whether you like it or not."

Jolyne smiled triumphantly. Anyone thinking of Jotaro Kujo and how to defeat him would think of elaborate plans or powerful Stands, but Jolyne knew that if she wanted calm, without her father interfering too much, she had the ultimate weapon on her side. Marena Regio Kujo knew how to neutralize the invincible Jotaro Kujo better than any Requiem arrow.

---

At the end of the day, Giorno departed to his Venice mansion. He had to supervise everything for the arrival of the guests even though he did not at all like the idea of going far away from where Donatello was being held. Although he had made sure that the monster was well-guarded several times, he was not at ease and communicated with them several times by phone.

Bruno arrived with a spirited Marena the next day. As her appearance made clear, her family was from Venetto, so it was like going back to her roots. As for Bruno, well, he had a lot of painful memories in Venice that he was trying to overcome, but overall, he was doing well. At least he could handle Venice, unlike Sardinia, which seemed impossible.

Having Bruno around was a God-send. Jolyne didn't want to disturb anyone when she woke up feeling dirty from dreams triggered by Donatello's blood, but he was always willing to beat her mind clear.

As plans were being made for Rohan, the other key, to arrive as well, they were rejected by Lisa Lisa, who refused to allow him entry onto Air Suplena. Having heard stories about Rohan Kishibe, the old woman was extremely wary and distrustful. Too many favors had already been granted to the Joestar family with the entry of people who did not practice Hamon, and they had endured enough having Donatello on the island.

According to the laws of Hamon, Donatello was still a vampiric beast. His attack had left several wounded and he had even killed one of the instructors on his way, so most of the disciples clamored for him to be executed. They were only so willing to hand him over to Giorno because they knew that it would mean a fate far worse than death for Donatello. Even if they were still hurting from the loss, perhaps having him away and knowing that he was going to pay for his actions would help them return the island to the peaceful place it had been before. With that said, they didn't have the time and resources to deal with a potentially dangerous enigma like Rohan.

Despite Jotaro's reluctance, they had to settle for transfering their captive to a cell in Giorno's Venice palazzo.

The day of Donatello's transfer quickly arrived. It was a sunny morning; Weather Report had made sure of that. Giorno did not like the weather, as he remembered the sun shining hopefully against the sky the day they found Abbacchio dead. He had woken up with a dark foreboding. When he arrived at Air Suplena, Donatello's calm smile sent shivers down his spine. Giorno knew something was going to happen, and he was going crazy not knowing what it was going to be.

---

Anasui: By analyzing my competition, I think I've managed to guess why I could not marry Jolyne.

Jonathan: That's not a bad idea, but I think the answer is that she didn't love you.

Anasui: No, it was something else. Let's analyze my rivals. The first one is Romeo; he's simply not real competition. Then there's Donatello. Your son, right? He used his blood, which is—

Jonathan: A horrible method.

Anasui: Terribly effective. I even admire it. And then there's Giorno, the one who respects her and takes her on dates and all that. With all that, I think I've found the answer.

Jonathan: Yes, love her and treat her with respect.

Anasui: Again, you are wrong. There is something they all have in common. And the ladies Erina, Suzie and Marena. Even Dio.

Jonathan: Young man, what does Dio have to do with this?

Anasui: You had four children with him, so I count him. My failure was not dyeing my hair blond. Unforgivable.

Jonathan: I don't think that...

Anasui: Are there hairdressers for ghosts?

*授权翻译，12k的强取豪夺文学

*原作走奥3：Simple y Claro  by  Miload47 

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01

事情是如此的简单、清晰、而明了。

 

只需要看一眼，就能从宾客们升腾起的掌声与欢呼中辨认出那对被祝福的情侣。

 

或许这场求婚对某些人来说是意料之中的，但当那个年轻女子看到对方向她展现的东西时，她简直无法抑制住自己的惊讶。她绿色的眼睛里倒映着一枚戒指，它如太阳般发出夺目的光泽，环扣整齐平滑，中间镶嵌着一枚闪闪发光的宝石。

 

“徐伦……”

 

年轻男子带着他迷人的笑容，紧张到了极点。

 

他站在那里，竭尽全力地想要说出自己内心深处的一切，然后再问出那个可能会改变他们关系的问题。如果她同意了，那么那就是他们的未来。

 

“是你造就了我现在的样子。”他真诚地说。

 

“从我第一眼看到你对我微笑的那刻起，我就知道你将是我生存下去的唯一意义。这绝非是在夸大其词，我爱你，我希望余生的每一天都是与你一起度过的。”

他举起容纳戒指的黑色盒子，终于跪了下来，目不转睛地看着她的脸，问道：

 

“你愿意嫁给我吗？”

 

他还没来得及听到这个问题的回答，就被周围传来的如潮水般澎湃的喝彩声淹没，声音大到几乎使他失聪。在这样激动人心的时刻里，有的人忍不住流下了喜悦的泪水，而另一些人则欢欣鼓舞地大声鼓掌。

 

徐伦用双手捂住嘴，还没能消化完她所正在经历的这一切。

  

是她产生幻觉了吗？这对她来说实在太过出乎意料了，她永远也想不到自己会在父母家庆祝生日的时候被求婚。

  

五彩的纸屑散落在他们之间，她目不转睛地看着她的男朋友——或许现在应该称呼他为她的未婚夫了。

 

可是，这是什么感觉？她的喉咙好像被突然打了结那样，变得难以发出声音了。这是因为她想哭吗？

 

”我……"

 

徐伦哽咽着，似乎是对说出那句话感到有些压力。她环顾四周，再一次确信这一切不是某种玩笑或幻觉——在场的人都正神情专注地看着她，等待着她的回答。

 

“来吧，徐伦! 说出来!”

她皮肤黝黑的朋友兴奋地鼓励她。

 

徐伦把手指从嘴旁放下。朋友和家人都在等待她的回复，所以她决定快一点。

 

“是的，安娜苏，我愿意嫁给你。”

她毫不犹豫地说。

 

喧闹声再次爆发，变得震耳欲聋。然而，这并不重要，因为这个粉色头发的年轻人站起来，热切地亲吻着现在答应了他的求婚的、不久后就要成为他妻子的女孩。

 

徐伦接受了他的吻，接着向后退了一步，让他把戒指戴在她的手指上。这一行动标志着一场无法回头的旅程。是这样的，对吧?

 

“我承诺会永远照顾你，让你成为世界上最幸福的女人。”他流着泪说。徐伦几乎也陷入了同样的状态，不过她感受到的情绪却和幸福略有不同，她想这或许只是因为她太过惊讶了。

 

当安娜苏通过拥抱的方式将他全部的爱与热情倾注到她身上时，她什么也没说，只是紧紧地回抱着他。越过他的肩膀，徐伦看见站在他身后的她的家人们正尽情地表达他们的欢呼雀跃。

 

可不知怎么的，她觉得自己好像处于一种神游的状态。

 

当泪水从她的眼角滑下时，她的目光与群体远处某人的视线相遇了。在所有欢乐的目光中，他那双蓝宝石般眼睛里蒙上的灰暗显得格外突出。当她的视线在他身上聚焦清晰，她感到心脏被挤压了一下。那种几乎要突然哭出来的抽泣声再也无法被忍耐，她只好闭上眼睛，把脸埋在安娜苏的肩上，以免被其他人发现。

 

旁观者以为她是喜极而泣的，但站在房间门口手里拿着饮料的那个蓝色眼睛的年轻人知道，那些呜咽是他真实所感受到的。

 

他想他也应该是想哭的，但是这是不对的。

 

 

02

在安娜苏求婚成功后，周围的喧闹声逐渐减弱下来，不过晚会仍在继续，预计将在更晚一些的时候结束。客人们的舞蹈和笨拙的步伐随着音乐的节奏响彻地板，他们的笑声营造出一种愉快的气氛，这便是徐伦站在离群体几米远的地方所感受到的。

 

她独自一人转身离开了房间里的欢乐，允许她自己往花园的方向走去。风把夜间的新鲜空气带给她的肺部。她坐在水泥长椅上，逐渐平静下来，开始抬头欣赏星星。她将左手高高举起，把镶嵌在戒指里的宝石放到群星的旁边比较它们的亮度。这有什么意义吗? 或许她只是想分散自己的注意力。

 

“今夜的星空很美，不是吗？尤其是在这样如此特别的日子里。”

 

她的身后传来一个低沉的声音，把她从寂静中拉了出来。徐伦微微一惊，转过头，半边身子朝声音发出的方向扭去。她又看到了那张脸，但他脸上的忧郁已经不见了，现在只剩下平静。

 

“乔鲁诺。”她说。

 

他的出现不在她的预料之中——或者说至少她没想到他会这么早来。

 

“我是来祝贺你的，尽管我本该在你来这儿之前就完成这件事，但是我做不到。”他走近她，在她旁边坐下，把一顶五彩的派对帽压在她头上。

 

“祝贺你。”

 

徐伦眨了几下眼睛，调整了一下她头上的圆锥体。

 

“祝贺我？但是你今天刚到的时候就已经祝贺过我了，就在安娜苏到场之后的不久。”

 

金发男人回以一笑：“是的，那时候我为你的生日向你表示了祝贺，而现在，我再次祝贺你，因为你要结婚了。”他自然而然地回答，好像说出这句话对他没有一点儿影响。

 

徐伦扬了扬眉毛，并不买账。

 

“我并不愿意这样做”，乔鲁诺承认道，接着把头转向她刚刚还在欣赏天空。

 

“嗯，好吧……”她有点尴尬地抓了抓胳膊，想把头扭开，但她决定让他知道自己的想法：“说实话，我也不希望你这么做。”

 

“当一对夫妇订婚时，他们是需要被给予祝福的，不是吗?”乔鲁诺再次看着她：“而如果他们之中的一个对你很重要，就更是如此了。”

 

他没有把目光从她身上移开，暗示着她轻而易举就能明白的某些事情，但他随即改变了谈话的方向：“我的意思是，这里的每个人都很喜欢你，我们都是被邀请来祝贺你的，所以这很正常。”

 

“你说得好像你是被迫的，但事实上你并没有被强制留下继续参加派对”，她说，知道他现在的心情并不好：“相信我，如果我知道今天安娜苏会向我求婚，我不会邀请你的。”

 

“然后错过这么重要的活动？噗，我才不会。”他笑出声。

 

对她而言，这个夜晚可能和其他那些夜晚没什么不同，不管今天是她的生日，还是她决定人生下一步的日子。但是对于乔鲁诺来说，她知道这个夜晚在某种程度上意义重大。虽然她很了解他，但在这件事上她完全不知道他会怎么想。尽管他让她有些担心，但她也不会想要费尽心思地把挖出他的感受。

 

“你知道的，如果你把我排除在你生命中如此重要的决定性时刻之外，我会很伤心的，这远比看见他向你求婚更痛苦”，乔鲁诺耸了耸肩，感受到她困惑的目光，他顿了顿接着说：“所以当然，你结婚那天我也会去的。”

 

“当我看到你站在那里见证安娜苏给我戴上戒指的时候，你可没有表现出现在这样的乐观。”

 

“嗯，因为你看起来似乎没有你表现的那么开心，所以虽然我很想离开，但也还是待在那里看着你。你看，这也就是为什么我现在和你待在一起”，他坦率地回答。

 

徐伦翻了个白眼，但她的心还是被触动了。她知道他可以随时离开，所以她很感激他选择了留下来，出现在这里。

 

“不管怎样，我们知道这件事迟早都会发生——不管你喜不喜欢。”他握住她戴戒指的那只手，捏了捏：“你和那个傻瓜之间的关系不是毫无由头的。从一开始起，早在我进入你的生活之前，你就注定要和他在一起。”他毫无心理负担地聊起安娜苏。

 

“事情本来可以不一样，乔鲁诺”，她反驳着，忍不住放纵自己最后一次想象那个“本可以”。

 

乔鲁诺微笑着倾身靠近她，被她身上的香味迷住了感官。他想要拥抱她，让她永远不能离开。但是有太多的话他不能说出口，就更不用说让他随心所欲地去满足他自己的愿望了，不过……

 

“你想告诉我你不想嫁给安娜苏吗？难道你不爱他吗？”他问道。

 

或许这个问题比任何事都更加能考验她的心，特别是在他知道她真正想要的是什么的时候。他自私吗？或许吧。不管得到他想要的答案的可能性有多低，在她正式回答之前，他都抱有一丝期望。但她的眼神是多么坚定不移，这有点伤人。无需任何的言语，他就知道了那是什么意思。

 

“我可以回答你，但我想你已经知道问题的答案了。还是说你想亲耳听我说一遍？”徐伦对他微微一笑：“和他在一起是我们共同决定的，还记得吗?”她低下了头，反握住他的手，他感受到她施加在他手上的压力。

 

“是的，是你和我一起决定这样做的。”他当然记得。尽管时间已经过去了这么久，他也能清楚地记得他们当初决定不在一起的原因。但他还是忍不住再次问他自己：为什么?

 

他看着她，虽然她没有表现出、或者她已经尽量不表现她心中的情绪了，但他还是察觉到了她语气里的怒火。他举起她的手，开始欣赏她的订婚戒指。

 

“我本可以给你这枚戒指的，但我很抱歉，事情没有这样发展。”

 

徐伦摇了摇头。他不需要为任何事道歉，恰恰相反，他做的很好而且更加直截了当。如果当初是她先提出结束他们之间的关系，她会感觉非常糟糕，所以他甘愿承受更多的心理负担，率先下定决心和她分手。而现在的他迟来地感到了那份心理负担并开始质疑当初的决定，这是很正常的，她应该理解的，不是吗？

 

在沉默中，徐伦继续任由乔鲁诺抚摸她无名指上的宝石。宝石倒映在他的瞳孔中，仿佛它已经融入了他的精神世界。她会是他精神旅程中的一部分吗？她确信她是的，因为当他从恍惚中醒来的时候，他拉起了她柔软的手去亲吻它。这种触碰缓慢而细腻，让她内心的一角塌陷。

 

他会对她说再见吗？

 

她没有阻止他落在她手上的吻，并且在不知不觉中靠近了他。当他注意到她时，他的嘴唇立刻从她的皮肤上收了回来。

 

他一言不发地看着她，从她的眼睛中感觉到了一种与他相同的渴望。

 

在考虑到任何后果之前，他们就开始情不自禁地一点点靠近，感受对方的呼吸。不过还没等他们来得及闭上眼睛，一切就突然陷入了黑暗。发生什么事了？

 

他们不得不分开，开始警觉周围的环境。房子里原本欢快的喧闹现在变成了略带恐慌嘈杂，显然他们也对突然的黑暗感到惊讶。

 

“徐伦？你在哪里？”

 

安娜苏呼唤她的声音从远处传来。徐伦推开乔鲁诺，找到自己的手机打算回个电话给安娜苏以防他担心。可正当她打算拨通电话时，她的手就突然被乔鲁诺抓住了。

 

他把她从座椅上拉起来，紧接着她的腿也开始移动，跟着他跑了起来。

 

“乔鲁……!”她很难理解发生了什么，想问他为什么突然把她拉走，只是她的话还没说完，他就用一根手指点到她的嘴唇上，不让她说话。这一切发生得太快了，以至于有那么一瞬间她感到一丝害怕。她反抗着停住脚步，接着感受到他温暖的呼吸铺洒在她的耳朵上，让她忍不住打了个激灵。

 

“不要惊慌，请继续跟着我”，他低声说，接着转身继续拉着她奔跑。她完全没有办法反抗，而且她发现他跑得比之前更快了，只能尽可能地试图跟上他。

 

停电不仅影响了她父母的家，还影响了整个地区。现在唯一能帮助她避免跌倒的光亮来自月亮和星星，不过乔鲁诺似乎知道在黑夜中该往哪里走。

 

徐伦有些茫然，完全不知道他要带她去哪里，但她已经从最初的惊讶中恢复并冷静了下来，她继续跟着他，因为她信任他。不过同时一股莫名其妙的兴奋也淹没了她，她几乎想要大叫，仿佛她是他逃亡路上的同伙。而从乔鲁诺没有忍得住的轻笑中，徐伦明白了，无论他打算带她去哪里，她都会开心。

 

03

“你是个傻瓜，乔鲁诺·乔巴纳!”在笑声和喘息声中，徐伦略带兴奋地说道：“你怎么能在我生日的时候绑架我？你疯了!”她拍着他的胸口，因为他也笑个不停。

 

在黑暗中，乔鲁诺什么也没说，他抓住她的手臂，然后拥抱了她。接着，他不顾一切地用手按住她的脖子后面，亲吻她因疲惫而气喘吁吁的嘴唇。

 

徐伦瞪大了眼睛，呆住了，试图理解他对她做了什么。尽管她的大脑已经宕机，但她的身体几乎是立刻就对这种温柔做出了反应。她熟知这个吻的味道，也熟知他的嘴唇在她身上滑动的方式。

 

他们好像重新活了过来，并通过接吻的方式表明他们是多么地想念对方。然而，在徐伦终于意识到自己在做什么之后，她轻轻地推了乔鲁诺一把，终止了这一切。但她的嘴唇靠他依然很近。

 

“乔鲁诺... !”她不知道该说什么，也不知道该作何反应。她羞愧得脸红了。

 

乔鲁诺知道如何理解徐伦现在脸上的痛苦表情，也理解她现在的内疚——尽管他并不是很内疚。

 

“对不起，我不是故意的！我发誓!”

 

他听见她开始道歉，并认为她自己才是那个吻的始作俑者。乔鲁诺叹了一口气，嘴角泛起一丝弧度。他本想安慰她，但她却似乎变得更加焦躁不安了。

 

“不要道歉，这是我逼你的。对不起”，他抚摸着她的脸颊，这次的意图十分纯洁：“我承认我有点过于急切了，但是我太想你了。”他很真诚。如果她现在非常了解他的感受，那么他有什么必要撒谎？他又一次吻了她的手。

 

“过于急切？你难道不知道，你这样做的次数越多，就越难停下吗?”她退后一步，毫不客气地询问他：“你为什么带我来这里？你在计划什么?”她的姿势开始变得防备，而乔鲁诺只是微笑着耸了耸肩。

 

“没有什么特别的原因。我只是看到了机会，然后就抓住了它。我不想在可能被其他人听到的场合下告诉你，我想和你共度这最后的时光。”

 

徐伦的眼睛变得困惑起来。她不明白，如果只是这样一个简单的请求，为什么他看上去像是好不容易才鼓起很大的勇气呢？

 

“这就是为什么我把你带到了这个偏远的地方。虽然这里也并不是真的荒无人烟，但它的确离你举办生日宴会的房子已经相当远了。”

 

“什么! ？你疯了吗?”徐伦似乎反应了过来，热气瞬间涌上了她的脸：“你是在暗示你要和我……?"

 

虽然乔鲁诺看起来面无表情，但实际上他对徐伦的反应很困惑，他等着她把话说完，但她没有。

 

“乔鲁诺，我已经订婚了!”

 

乔鲁诺愣住了一秒，直到有什么东西从他脑海中一闪而过，并击中了他。当他意识到徐伦指的是什么时，他开始大笑起来。

 

“嘿! 你在笑什么?”

 

“不、不。那不是我想要的，不过它听起来确实比我想要的要好多了。”

 

他把手指放在下眼睑的位置，好像在擦眼泪，这使她更加尴尬。她意识到她误解了。很显然，她自己的欲望背叛了她，不过说句公道话，他的处境也好不到哪里去。

 

“该死的，我不是这个意思...”她想要挖个洞把自己埋起来。

 

乔鲁诺继续笑着：“我以为我才是我们两个中更饥渴的那个，但现在看来事实却并非如此。”但很快他的笑声就慢慢小了下来，因为他很清楚这一点也不好笑，他试着跟她讲道理：“别这样，这又不是我们第一次这么做。虽然我不否认我有这样想过，但是……”

 

“但是现在情况不同了”，徐伦打断了他，声音里透着忧郁：“我订婚了，所以安娜苏也就不再仅仅只是一个男朋友了。”

 

乔鲁诺被她声音里的悲伤感染了，尤其是她刚才意外地向他表明了她想要的不仅仅是一个吻。感性很快淹没了他的理智，他变得想要更多。为了安慰她，他把她的下巴抬起，用指尖轻轻摩挲着。他知道这会让她很痛苦，但他还是想要坦白自己的真心，不然这样的机会可能再也不会出现了。

 

“不管怎样，这都取决于你，徐伦。说实话，是的，我想和你坐，只要我们小心行事，就不会有任何后果。但我不想强迫你，我的意思是，这将是最后一次。”他放开了她，将身体背对过去以留给她一点空间。

 

寂静笼罩着他们，持续了长达几分钟的时间。乔鲁诺已经知道她的答案了。在他内心深处，有一种东西确信她会拒绝。他知道她有多坚定，正如她所说，现在情况不同了，她已经成为“某人”的未婚妻了，而那个“某人”不是他。

 

但他必须至少用语言向她表达出来，一旦他告诉她他对她的一切感觉，他的心就会得到满足。即使她不愿意分享她对他的感受，即使甚至连她的一小部分也不再是他的……

 

“我们开始吧…”

 

乔鲁诺愣了一下，把目光转移到徐伦身上，不知道自己是不是听错了。但他很快就认出了她的那种表情—那种无人可以动摇的决心，一如她当初决定和安娜苏在一起时一样。这不禁也让他想起参与那个机密决定的他自己。

 

他们真的能带着同样决意做出两个意味如此相反的抉择吗？

 

“什么？你认真的吗?”他还没来得及确认，就感到徐伦柔软的嘴唇贴在了他的嘴唇上，而这就是她给他的答案。他搂住她的腰，现在比上次更有力一点。

 

是的，他们同样渴望，而且没有回头路。

 

“但我们得快点，在他们发现我们不在之前，好吗?”徐伦她感到肾上腺素上升：“这可能很危险，但直到我们做完之前，我不想回去，好吗？”

 

乔鲁诺点点头，有些兴奋，他愿意冒这个险。

 

“别担心，我们可以去找我的车，它被我停在了离这附近的一片的沼泽地，因为你家停车的位置都被其他客人们占满了。不过在我放车的那里没人会看到我们。你觉得怎么样?”

 

徐伦没有多说什么，只是急速地点了点头。于是他们两个又跑了起来，跟之前那样，他紧紧拉住着她的手，引导着她，只是这一次，他们似乎跑得更快，更加拼命。

 

 

04

他们不想浪费更多的时间在讲话上，当他们坐进他的车后，迅速翻找起任何能盖住车窗的东西，以便更好地保护隐私。虽然里里外外都很黑，但他们想保证这件事万无一失。最后，一件夹克，一件雨衣，和任何他们目前不需要的布料都成为了遮蔽物。

 

当徐伦把最后一件衣服系在窗户上时，她感到胸口有一股压力，下意识地摸了摸她心脏所在的地方。一想到自己要做什么，她就感到惊慌。乔鲁诺感觉到了她身上的异样。当她凝视着布窗时，他能感觉到她的犹疑，但他对此不是很确定。她后悔了吗？

 

“徐伦?”

 

当她听见他关切地叫着她的名字时，她对他露出一个微笑。她眼中的光芒向他证实，尽管一切都岌岌可危，她还是和他一样坚定。所以她没有犹豫？

 

“你确定要这样吗？”乔鲁诺问道：“我的意思是，如果现在回去还不算太晚。”他再一次询问，因为她的意愿远比他自己的要重要得多。但她只是笑了笑。

 

“不，我很好，只是这一切都太奇怪了。我想这是我们最后一次这么做了。”她转过身来看着他，眼神里流露出忧郁，但并不完全是悲伤。乔鲁诺能够理解她的感受，因为它看起来和他之前所表达的是如此相似。

 

当他试图拥抱她时，徐伦温柔地抚摸着他的脸颊：“我不会后悔做自己喜欢的事情，但我也不会再这样做了。”她眼中含着泪水，盛满了所有的爱。

 

“乔鲁诺，我爱的人是你”，她的眼泪流了下来，她需要告诉他这件事，即使这是被禁止的：“请原谅我。”

 

乔鲁诺温柔地看着她，亲吻着她的额头：“我爱你，远胜你所知道的。但道歉和宽恕不是我们现在该做的的，所以不要再道歉了。”

 

没有更多的言语，他们的呼吸渐渐交织在一起，最终合二为一。温柔而纯洁的使他们感到安慰。无论未来如何，他们彼此相爱。

 

他们沉浸在这种感觉中。随着吻的加深，他们的脸颊开始发热，感觉需要更多，更多。

 

“亲爱的，这仅仅是个开始,”他带着兴奋和一点傲慢说道。他知道怎么让她开心。

 

皮肤相互摩擦的声音和她轻微的呻吟声充斥着车内封闭的空间。吻，从嘴唇到嘴唇，以一种更加急切和绝望的方式爱抚着彼此。徐伦的视线已经习惯了黑暗，她毫不掩饰自己的好奇心和兴奋之情，用手指轻轻抚摸着紧绷的布料，如愿以偿地听见他发出低沉的叹息。

 

“你不知道我有多怀念这种感觉,”她调皮地笑了笑。

 

“不得不说，我早就料到会这样，你一点都没变。”他让她小心翼翼地让她靠在座位上：“你不知道我有多爱你这一点”

 

“我也爱你。但是别废话了，赶紧开始吧。”

 

她不小心扯掉他的一些金发，车里的热气到处都可以感觉到。对他们俩来说，时间似乎都不存在了。

 

最后一次，他想感受她。

 

……

 

 

05

他们被彼此的汗水浸透，不愿意去想这场疯狂马上就要停止了。一点一点地，在最后一次坠落完成后，乔鲁诺放开了他心爱的人，心满意足，和她一样气喘吁吁。

 

即时周围依旧昏暗而拥挤，他们也依旧觉得身处在天堂。

 

虽然他们已经很累了，但他们仍在继续表达对彼此的爱意。徐伦抚摸着他的眉骨，仿佛要告诉他她是多么地感激他。乔鲁诺接受到这细小而温柔的触摸，微微一笑，不动声色地拥抱了她。

 

他认为徐伦是他的，并且他也不在乎他们现在所处的境地，这就是为什么他毫无保留地表达了爱意。即时之后她的皮肤被其他人碰过，他在她心脏上留下的痕迹也不会被轻易抹去。是的，他确信这一点，并相信他的爱人也知道这一点。她身体的恳求，她的动作、声音、目光无不证实了这一点。她是他的，而他也是她的。

 

徐伦抚摸着他金色的头发，勾起几缕放到唇边又亲了几下，表达着她的眷恋。

 

一切简单、明了、而清晰。他们在这一刻心意相通地明白了彼此的爱意。徐伦想等到一会儿回到父母家时她可能会哭出来，但这一切都是值得的。不管怎么样，他们属于彼此，并将继续生活在彼此的心里。今天晚上他们在一起的时间，将会成为她离开汽车的力量，也将成为她继续生活下去的勇气。

 

“这是我收到过的最好的生日礼物”，她轻声说着，没有停止爱抚。只有你能给我，没有别人可以做到了，永远只能是你。

 

“生日快乐，亲爱的。我想，婚礼也会是快乐的。”乔鲁诺毫无负担地开着玩笑，虽然他并不觉得这好笑。

 

一听到婚礼这个词，徐伦突然想确认一下自己的戒指，她用右手摩挲着自己的左手，寻找着。

 

“该死！”她突然喊道。

 

乔鲁诺缩了缩脖子，感到耳朵被震得有些疼。

 

“怎么了？”他从平静的幸福中脱离出来，变得警觉。他坐了起来，看着她。

 

“我的戒指不见了！”徐伦开始在黑暗中摸索：“该死！如果我弄丢了它，他们会杀了我的！”

 

“嘘，一定就在这附近。我们到这的时候你还戴着它的，对吗？”乔鲁诺平静地说着，试图让气氛缓和一些，但徐伦脸上的困惑和痛苦却变得越来越明显。

 

“徐伦？”

 

“我……我不知道、我不记得了。”她太过急切了，以至于她根本没有注意到当他们跳上车的时候戒指还在不在。

 

“会不会是我们跑步的时候掉的？”她紧紧地捂住自己的脸颊：“操！”

 

“嘿，它肯定就在这里的某个地方，冷静点，亲爱的。”他捧住她的脸，让她看着他。多亏窗户开了半个口子，让她能通过照射进来的月光看到他安抚的微笑。徐伦感到一丝宁静，在他嘴上啄了一口。他高兴地回吻了，接着抱了抱她。

 

“我们得先穿好衣服，然后再在车上找戒指，好吗？我不会让你因为这点小插曲而感到今晚被破坏的。”

 

徐伦重新获得了判断力，她点了点头。乔鲁诺知道如何只用一个眼神就让她的心安静下来。

 

她准备按照他说的，在车上好好找戒指。

 

 

06

徐伦几乎是从车上跳出来的——从车内的黑暗跳到车外的黑暗。她太过着急，几乎是把自己摔到地上，伸出手在草地上摩挲，尝试寻找任何与戒指相似的东西。

 

“徐伦! 冷静点，我们会找到的。”

 

“戒指怎么会不在车里的？你确定它没有挂到你的衣服上吗？”她焦急地说着，接着想到自己刚才抚摸过他金色的头发：“或者它是不是被你的头发给缠走了？”

 

他们开始在自己的身上翻找，但不管他们如何整理衣服和头发，他们都没法找到那个该死的小饰品。

 

“乔鲁诺，帮我看看是不是在车底下，如果不是……不，不管怎么样，我们需要找到它。”

 

徐伦看起来像是一只在嗅探气味的动物，追踪她的目标。或许在其他时候这会是一个有趣的点，但是现在，他们的时间非常短，而他也不想再看到他心爱的徐伦在地上爬行，并把她自己弄脏了。

 

他站在她旁边，冷静地抓住她的一只胳膊，把她从地上拉了起来。

 

“我想你得承认我们暂时找不到它了。而且，我们得走了。”他想让她明白要在黑暗里找到这样一个小东西是多么困难。

 

“不！你疯了吗？如果我的父母或安娜苏看不到我手指上的戒指，他们会怎么说？就在我刚刚得到它的这个晚上，我就失去了它!”她抓住他凌乱的衬衫领子，抿着嘴唇，好像在忍住抽泣。

 

“这只是一个物体，徐伦，你我都知道它对你来说毫无意义。因为即时你嫁给安娜苏，他的感情也不会得到回应。我想比起丢掉戒指，你更害怕的是他们对你的反应，尽管我认为他们不会有任何伤害你的意图。”

 

他很坦率，也很清楚徐伦很在意她那个粉色头发的未婚夫。

 

“如果你担心你的未婚夫买了那枚戒指花了太多的钱，我会给你那该死的钱，让他再给你买一枚。”

 

徐伦沉默地松开他，她放下双臂，接着凝视着他的胸膛。

 

“这不是钱的问题，乔鲁诺。这枚戒指有关我和他的承诺。我的意思是……”

 

她的心越来越困惑，就好像她正在解一道复杂难懂的高数题，无法凭借着寥寥的几句话就分析出问题里埋藏的因果关系，也就更没办法把这道题的解决思路解释清楚给乔鲁诺听。

 

为了安抚徐伦，乔鲁诺吻了吻她的额头，接着抬起了她的下巴。

 

“我们得离开这里了，徐伦。戒指丢掉没关系，但我们必须在他们发现我们两个不见之前赶回去，然后你就能说明丢戒指的事了，我会帮你圆谎的。”

 

徐伦扯出一个勉强的微笑，她除了接受外别无选择。她希望在回去的路上找到戒指，或者在他们的车里找到。

 

徐伦仰望着天空，凝视着星星，想起她不久之前还把它们的光辉同她订婚戒指的亮度相比较。只是奇怪的是，现在这些星星并没有之前她和乔鲁诺一起看的那样光彩照人。

 

他们抓住对方的手，朝房子冲去，和他们来时的方向完全相反。他们要去继续她的生日庆典了。这场充满肾上腺素的时刻给了他们一个愉快的告别，让未来看上去不再那么难以接受。

 

不过，事情没那么简单。 

 

 

07

“ 徐伦！你到底去哪儿了？我担心死了!”安娜苏怒气冲冲地对他刚刚进屋的未婚妻大吼道。

 

室内尽可能点满了亮蜡烛和灯具，确保客人们不会绊倒。即使在这种半黑暗的环境中，客人们也保持着愉快的气氛。

 

徐伦同样大声回复道：“你订的那些印度食物卫生堪忧，搞得我在厕所里上吐下泻，弄得一团糟。我早就告诉过你了，不要订这么便宜的事物！”她试图用脑海中浮现的第一件事情来为自己辩解，这个借口或许是完美的，因为它不完全是一个谎言。

 

“好吧、好吧，随便啦！对我来说最重要的是你现在在这里，我可以亲眼看到你。”他毫无征兆地拥抱了她，在她的右脸颊上吻了一下。

 

徐伦感觉有点不自在。她害怕安娜苏会随时察觉到她手上的戒指不见了，所以只好试图用不停说话的方式来掩饰自己的紧张。

 

“哦……我很抱歉。让你担心是我最不希望的事”，她用一语双关的方式对他道歉，既是为让他担心而道歉，也是在为她今晚的背叛而道歉。但她对自己的行为一点也不后悔，也不必让他知道她做了什么。

 

“这不重要。相信我，我完全不介意的，因为从现在起，你就是我的了。无论从现在开始发生什么……”

 

他语气里突然出现的痛苦让她有些吃惊，但她不想再追问下去了。

 

她听到他接着说：“我给你拿点苏打水。这可能会让你感觉好一些，那些印度菜一定让你丧失了很多水分。”

 

徐伦困惑了一会儿，然后才意识到他指的是她不舒服的胃，于是她微笑着接受了。

 

“好，给我来一些吧。”

 

“你在这儿等着，我马上回来。”

 

安娜苏恢复了一点精神，转身离开去他未来岳父母的厨房。在短短的旅途中，他的心情明朗起来。穿梭在黑暗中，他注意到看向他的人都对他投来欣慰的目光。是的，他们很为他高兴，尤其这是他向她求婚的一天。

 

他走进空荡荡的大理石厨房，很快就找到了摆着玻璃杯和软饮的桌子。但当他拿起其中一瓶的时候，一阵剧痛从胸口传出，几乎是瞬间就淹没了他，而他的表情也因此发生了变化。

 

当他用盘子端起杯子和瓶装饮料时，他的手在颤抖。他咬住嘴唇，心里充满了难以表达的东西。他想要清除一下杂乱的思绪，于是他摇了摇头，顺手擦掉了几滴眼泪。

 

不，他不能哭，尤其是在他刚刚得到了一切的时候。

 

带着这样的想法，他迅速地把苏打水倒进一个红色的一次性杯子里。就在这时，灯光突然被打开了。光线很亮，让他下意识闭上了眼睛。

 

终于来电了！他开心地想着，这样他就不用在走路时那么小心翼翼了。

 

安娜苏转身离开，比以前平静多了。然而，当他走出厨房的时候，他注意到气氛有些奇怪。客人们本来很健谈，甚至有点吵闹，而现在却死一般的安静，这让他很紧张。

发生了什么事？

 

他转过身去，发现人群全部在朝一个方向看——他的前方。

 

当他们中的一些人注意到他的存在时，他们的表情变成了惊恐。

惊恐? 为什么？

 

被他们的目光所引导，他也向前看，这样一来，他就看到了人群目光的焦点。但他的大脑却无法正确地处理所收到的视觉信息。他永远也无法想到他们会以这样一种方式站在一起。

他手里的饮料掉了下来，砸到地板上，在寂静中发出回响。

这引起了在他眼前接吻的两人的注意。

 

乔鲁诺放开了徐伦，而当她终于能向他看过来时，她的表情看上去比在场的所有人都更加不知所措。接着，乔鲁诺开口打破了寂静，他成为了房间里唯一的声音来源。

 

“我想我不能让你走”，乔鲁诺耸耸肩对他身边的徐伦说。

 

当徐伦惊讶着无法回答时，他把手伸进裤子里，拿出一枚闪闪发光的戒指，但却不是安娜苏送给她的那枚。它也是由黄金制成的，戒指的戒环上刻着纤细的藤蔓与象征生命的瓢虫，而在那戒指的中心，是一只栩栩如生的蝴蝶。

 

“看？我想我找到你的戒指了。”只不过这枚是我为你准备的。

 

是的，他就是那个让她丢失订婚戒指的幕后黑手，是他在她失去理智的时候故意摘走了安娜苏的戒指然后扔到窗外漆黑一片的沼泽地里。或许那枚戒指现在已经躺在了鳄鱼的肚子里，但是谁知道呢？他永远也不会告诉徐伦这些，她唯一需要知道的是，他会给她一枚新的。

 

不管其他人怎么想，不管他们对他感到有多么失望，他都不会后悔自己的决定。因为如果他真的放徐伦离开，那么他就是在决定用一生去否定他自己。因此，如果他必须用在水上行走的方式来证明他对徐伦真诚的爱，他很乐意这么做。

 

“乔鲁诺，你这个狗娘养的!”安娜苏爆发出了无法估量的愤怒。

 

当然，他也准备好了要面对一个叫做安娜苏的现实。

而或许在那之后，事情就会像他和徐伦一直所希望的那样——

简单、清晰、而明了。

 

End.

Ch. 37: Averno

Jolyne was quite resolute about how to deal with her ex-boyfriend for the time being. It didn't take more than a sharp blow to the back of the head to knock him unconscious; he was a problem she would deal with later. Now she had some more important matters to deal with, like two brothers who wanted to kill one another. Actually, on second thought, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Letting Giorno kill Donatello would be the best option. She was on the verge of suggesting this idea when her dad spoke up.

"We should interrogate him for information about Pucci and whatever was up with those biologically incorrect turtles just now," Jotaro said.

"True, we can't kill him just yet," Jolyne said with disadvantageous sigh.

"Dr. Kujo, if you will, I have experience making people talk," Giorno said.

"No offense, Giovanna, but I can't trust you with your brother."

"It's all right, dad. We can trust him." Jolyne put a hand on Giorno's shoulder. "I know I do."

Star Platinum held Donatello while Jotaro adjusted his hat and muttered one of his signature 'yare yare daze'. Giorno shot a grateful look at her. Weather Report looked between them but said nothing. It was Shizuka who cut the silence as she stared at the unconscious Romeo.

"So, blondies, huh?"

"Yeah, blonde like Iulius," Jolyne replied, making Shizuka blush with embarrassment.

Obviously, the Hamon warriors were prepared to deal with vampires, so there was an underground dungeon on the island that was suitable to hold Donatello. She had only seen it once herself before while touring the island. The matter of Donatello's Stand made things a little bit more tricky, but after some discussion, they quickly decided he would be bound at the wrists with silver chains and watched over by someone at all times so that he would have no opportunity to activate his Stand.

Shizuka was tired, but she was feeling much better thanks to Giorno, so she took care of Romeo with the help of Iulius, who came running to the area to offer his help in any way he could. Even though they were practically children, the Hamon training made the two of them much stronger than Romeo, so they took him without any problems. For a second, Shizuka's eyes met Jolyne's, who smiled mischievously at her as she mouthed the word 'blondes', causing Shizuka to quicken her pace.

Jotaro was called over by Lisa Lisa to talk about the wreckage, so only Jolyne was left along with Weather Report and Giorno to transport Donatello to the dungeon. Or rather, she led them while Weather Report dragged Donatello and Giorno trailed behind them, probably so as not to kill him right there.

Despite the age of the dungeon, it was not so different from a police station cell. It had a small bed behind long bars and a tiny ceiling window that allowed the moonlight to pass through into the cell below. The most modern thing about the place was the electrical installation and a small modern urinal.

After Donatello was tied up, Jolyne and Weather Report had a quick whispered conversation with their heads close together. She could feel Giorno's gaze on her from the corner of her eye, but nothing more. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to this habit of Weather Report's along with the way he tiptoed around as though he lived in a continuous state of extreme caution. To Jolyne, there was still so much mystery built around her friend, even compared to the others, but her gut told her he was a good person deep down.

Weather Report nodded to what she said and patted her on the shoulder before exiting the dungeon.

Feeling Giorno's gaze burn with curiosity, she said, "I asked Weather Report to let you talk to this guy alone."

"Grazie, not that I have much to talk to this monster about anyway," Giorno replied, shooting a disgusted look toward the cell.

"Of course, we're all monsters except for our golden boy," Donatello said.

Under the dim lighting of the cell, he looked too relaxed sitting on the bed for someone whose hands were chained together in front. While his red leather jacket looked pristine, his white suit was stained with blood.

"I'm sure that no matter how many lies you've told Rikiel, you think the same about our brother. Who even knows what you would have said about Ungalo."

"Ungalo?" Giorno was quick to latch onto that. "Is that the name of our brother?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Answer the question properly. I don't like repeating myself."

"You really want to know about our brothers, do you?" Donatello raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'll tell you, but not today. I don't feel like continuing the conversation."

Jolyne glanced at Giorno. His face looked calm, but she could tell that something wasn't right; his fists behind his back were clenched tight in anger. Remembering Rikiel, she guessed that the information on their remaining brother must be very important to him.

"I'm not going to get my hands dirty with you," Giorno said coldly, "but I'm sure my men will enjoy doing so. Didn't you want to meet them? One of them is going to love making you talk and then taking care of the remains."

Giorno was no longer Giorno at that point. He was Don Giovanna; he explained, not threatened.

"He's a specialist in dismembering bodies and keeping them alive during the process. At 12 years old, with a small knife, he dispatched men more intimidating than you. At 20, he was already feared by all of Italy. Imagine how much he's refined his skills now that he's left his humanity behind. He's a true craftsman of torture. Working on a unique specimen like you, who is capable of healing so quickly, will bring him immense joy."

Donatello was glaring at him with so much hatred, if looks could kill, Giorno would have been torn to shreds before her very eyes by now. Giorno, however, looked relaxed as he took a step forward.

"One way or another, you will answer my questions," he said. "Whether it's now or later, more painful or less, that's for you to decide."

"I'm not telling you anything," Donatello spat, trembling with rage. "Not to you or your cronies. Go ahead and try to torture me all you want. You aren't getting a word out of me."

"Is that so? Have it your way. The mafia shows no mercy, not even to blood relatives. You may be my brother, but you aren't my fratello."

As the brothers stared one another down murderously, Jolyne could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. She decided it was a good time to bring up something that had been bothering her.

"The last of you, Ungalo. He's here somewhere nearby on this island or in Venice, isn't he?" Jolyne said. "He must be the one who violated Nintendo's intellectual property."

It was just a guess, but Jolyne became more sure as she said it aloud. It could explain Donatello's nonchalance. He must be counting on this brother to save him.

Not good. She shot Giorno a grim look.

"Oh? You want to know more about my brothers too, my JoJo?" Donatello leaned forward as much as the chains would allow, a smug grin on his face. "In that case, maybe I do feel like talking. I wouldn't mind if you're the interrogator."

"Eyes on me, Versus," Giorno growled.

Donatello ignored him, his eyes not leaving Jolyne's. "I'm willing to talk, but you have to do something for me first."

Jolyne glared, knowing it couldn't be anything good.

"I want you to kiss me."

Giorno went rigid beside her. No doubt he must be regretting what he had said before about her offer to let him be alone with Donatello.

Just when he was about to say something, she stepped forward to open the solidly barred door that separated her from Donatello. She approached him calmly as if to inspect him. Since he was kept seated and chained to the bed that served as a bench, it was the first time she had seen him from above. It was a little less scary that way after being haunted by him in her nightmares for so long.

She swallowed down her disgust when she caught sight of the smudged green lipstick stains around his mouth. She was afraid to look at herself in a mirror. Her own lipstick had to have been smudged too and maybe even covered in blood. Could Giorno have realized...?

She shoved the thought out of her head as she gently took Donatello's face in both hands and gazed at him. Smiling, he closed his eyes in anticipation. It was at that moment when she headbutted him hard in the nose. A telltale crack was heard, and Donatello groaned.

She let go, bursting out laughing. "Did you really think I was going to do it?" she said, clutching her stomach. "Oh, I feel so much better, more relaxed. Giorno, could you fix his nose so he can break it again?"

She tossed a look over her shoulder and found Giorno returning her smile.

Donatello's grimace faded as his blood dripped from his nose toward his mouth. He stuck out his tongue to lick it slowly. "Mm. Delicious, don't you think, my JoJo? You've had a taste for yourself, and I'm sure I'm going to love yours too. It must be true that love is about sharing because I certainly enjoyed doing it with you." His smile chilled her bones. "If you want more, you know you only have to ask."

Jolyne froze. Something churned in her stomach. She wanted to say it was all disgust, but there was something else too, something she had been able to willfully ignore during the battle. But now the adrenaline was gone, and she felt an inexplicable evil desire that brought her shame.

Meeting Donatello's deep blue gaze, she saw his cold eyes dance with laughter. She quickly turned her gaze downward, only to catch sight of the splotches of blood on his expensive tailored suit. Whose blood was it? She began to wonder if the red of the leather was just meant for camouflage.

She wanted to break his nose again... but then she also wanted to lick the blood that seeped out. At the memory of the kiss, there was a surge of pure anger intermigled with desire. Jolyne clenched her fists, trying to look nonchalant.

Seconds could have passed or even minutes before she felt a gentle grip on her arm, pulling her out of the cell.

As the cell door shut with a click, she looked up and met Giorno's reassuring aquamarine gaze. He pulled out a handkerchief neatly folded in his lapel. Grabbing her gently by the chin, he brought the handkerchief to her face, setting about wiping it. Slowly, her face felt cleaner. When he withdrew the handkerchief that was stained red and green and held out his hand, it took her a few seconds to understand what he was asking. She handed him the green lipstick she carried in her pocket. Cradling her face with one hand, he proceeded to carefully reapply the color to her lips.

"Not a trace," he whispered to her.

This time, the faint heat she felt in her cheeks had nothing to do with the blood she'd consumed.

"No matter how much you try to erase me from her body, you can't get rid of me!"

There was the sound of chains clinking and moving. She turned and saw Donatello angrily tug at his restraints, seeming to check the hardness even though it burned him.

"This posh Italian wouldn't understand anything you've been through, Jolyne, but I do!"

At his words, she gave him her full attention, pursing her lips.

"Do you know? I was once also sent to fucking prison for something I didn't do, and I was only 13. Like you, I was treated like shit over there. And also like you, I was isolated from a family that was supposed to love me. Don't you see? Our lives are a reflection. It's gravity, if you think about it. It's what Pucci was telling us so much about..."

"If you're going to talk, it better be information we want on Pucci. I don't give a damn about your so-called feelings for me." Jolyne glared before sighing in frustration. "You know what? I've had enough for today. Punzie, he's all yours. Enjoy the family reunion."

"You're leaving already? You can go ahead and try to escape. Chasing you is fun, my JoJo," he said, licking his lips.

Jolyne heard a 'crack' that momentarily stole Donatello's smile before it returned to his face, now with an unbearable smirk. Squinting her eyes, she noticed something odd about his nose. Not only had it stopped bleeding, but it seemed...intact. As though it had never been broken in the first place. Seeing this, she put her hand on her throbbing forehead, on the place where she had hit him.

She whipped around, rushing away. She didn't think she could take another second of that smug smile or the tantalizing smell of his blood that was now inside her as well.

As she left, she mumbled something insulting under her breath, slamming the door behind her. Of course, a lone string was left behind. She didn't intend to stop listening to what was going on in there. Donatello wasn't able to see it from his position, and she hoped Giorno wouldn't either. She found a safe spot for herself a distance away, half-way toward the exit.

It was amazing how quickly the atmosphere in the dungeon changed. She even seemed to notice a change in temperature through her thread.

"So, you're working with the enemy now, are you? With the same man who killed our father?"

"I'm not the one who murdered their patriarch in cold blood," she heard Giorno say. "They're not my enemy."

"Oh, so you think the Joestars are going to let you have her just because you play the good guy with them?" Donatello didn't laugh, though the mockery was present in his words. "You may be the golden boy, but you're nothing but a dirty mobster to them, dirtier still for climbing over others to get your way to the top. You're just as much a son of Dio as the rest of us, only guiltier of more crimes."

"How many of us are there? I know there's one more at least. I'm giving you a chance to talk before I force it out of you." Giorno's voice was stoic.

"You're still as cold as when we first met. I hated you then, you know. I was destined to be the one to lead Dio's sons, and then overnight, Pucci showed up with news of another one with life-giving abilities and, on top of that, he controlled the most powerful gang in all of Italy." Donatello's voice seemed empty at that moment. "But when you arrived, I discovered that you were little more than a child, more lost than even I was. You had no courage to do what really needed to be done. That's all you ever do. Keep me from doing things like a coward. The worst part is that even Rikiel wants to leave with you."

"Rikiel is a grown adult who can choose for himself," Giorno said coolly. "Do you treat our other brother like that as well?"

Donatello began to laugh, the reverberations of his laughter making Jolyne's skin crawl. "Do you really think I'm so easily fooled as to give you more information about our other brother like that? You want to know more about him. Well, I'll tell you that his name really is Ungalo, but nothing more. If you want to know more, you'll have to wait until we beat you. You lost the right to know more about them the day you left us."

"Left you? Is that what you've convinced yourself? Don't you mean the day you went to assassinate Joseph Joestar?" Giorno spat. "You know the main difference between you and me? I don't run away from my mistakes and spend my time blaming others for them."

"That's what you tell yourself to sleep at night on your throne over the corpses of your enemies? You know, I wouldn't have actually been able to do it if you had warned them in advance. I trusted that you were too much of an egomaniac to ask for help, and I was right. You're a lot easier to read than you think, and you're certainly not invincible. That will be the end of you."

Jolyne furrowed her brows, questions flooding her mind, but she would wait to hear an explanation from Giorno later. That was a much better option than continuing to think about the sinister things that might or might not have happened.

"I may agree with that to an extent, but it won't be today and it won't be by you," Giorno said. "I have more people on my side than you think. You think you're going to get into my head that easily?"

"Our father also believed in his followers, but he ended up dying alone. His followers convinced him that he controlled them, yet that control was not enough, just like you with your zombies. Oh, I know about your little secret in the basement of Naples, GioGio..." He exaggerated every syllable of his name with a thick fake Italian accent, making it almost sound like an insulting parody. "It's the same with the Speedwagon Foundation... Jotaro Kujo isn't going to let you near his daughter now that he's found her. You missed your chance to pop her cherry even though you had so many opportunities."

It took Jolyne a few seconds to process his last sentence. When she did, her heart shook.

Damn, did all of them know she was a virgin? Fucking vampires and their obsession with blood and smells. She wanted to punch a wall.

"How did you..."

She could practically hear Donatello's smirk as he responded. "You thought I wouldn't realize? There is something so exquisite about the blood of a virgin. Even more exciting is the prospect of taking it. Really, I should thank you. Despite having passed through both you and that idiot boy's hands, she's still as good as new. Must be fate. Our father wanted to snatch everything from the Joestars, and now it's my turn."

Feeling bile rise up her throat, Jolyne restrained herself from going right back in and throwing her fist straight at his face again.

It seemed that her lack of sexual activity had really been made a state issue. She didn't know how she was ever going to be able to look people in the face again.

She felt exposed; it was less about her virginity and more about the whole world knowing about her intimacy, something that should only matter to her and the person she did it with when the time came. As always, Donatello managed to make her feel like an object instead of a person. It was the same thing Romeo had done to her when he tried to make her follow his will, minus the few moments of false happiness.

Engrossed in her own thoughts, Jolyne realized she had missed part of their conversation. It was probably for the better. She didn't think she could take any more disgusting words from him anyway.

With the way Giorno was moving, she could tell his patience had reached its limit too, and he didn't need to hide it now that she wasn't in front of him. If he was thinking of killing Donatello, she wouldn't do anything to stop him. Surely, no one would miss him. However, something still seemed to hold Giorno back. She didn't know what, but if there was anyone capable of restraining himself in such situations, it was him.

Giorno's voice spoke again. "Jolyne is a person you won't have. Gesù benedetto figlio di Dio Padre, you can't just decide on your own that you're going to have someone. They are... a human being." He paused. "People are not to be owned, least of all her. She deserves someone who will love her regardless of her legacy."

"How chivalrous of you to say that when you find yourself drawn by her blood and to her beauty. Do you even love her?"

"Yes," Giorno said without hesitation. "Because I know her. She is much better than you and me. She's brave and strong, and in spite of everything, goodness still shines in her. So yes, putting aside my desire for her blood, I love her."

Jolyne retracted her string. It was just in time too because one of the advanced students walked past her just then, apparently arriving to stand guard.

She couldn't tell if Giorno had given up on the interrogation, but it was best that the student took his place. They just weren't going to be able to talk to Donatello anyway. She knew Giorno didn't enjoy being cruel, at least not normally, but she didn't doubt that in this case, he would be more than willing to allow his consigliere to torture Donatello as he had promised, right before handing him off to Rohan to read.

She stared at her intact finger as if it was to blame for what she had just heard at the very end, a thousand thoughts circling her head.

Giorno liking her was not news to her, but apparently, he had skipped the path between a crush and full-blown love. Her mom always told her that Italians were very intense people; it seems she wasn't lying.

Knowing Giorno must be coming out soon too, she knew she couldn't stick around with her thoughts in a jumble. It wouldn't bode well if he caught her eavesdropping on him.

Little did she know, Giorno had seen her string and known she was listening from the very beginning. 

---

Marena: Welcome to the class on Jolyne.

Anasui, Donatello, Romeo, Giorno: Good morning, teacher!

Marena: In terms of her appearance, Jolyne is beautiful.

Anasui, Donatello, Romeo, Giorno: Of course, teacher.

Marena: Additionally, she is very intelligent.

Anasui, Donatello, Romeo, Giorno: Tremendously intelligent, teacher.

Marena: And she is an independent person capable of choosing the person she loves and rejecting the ones she doesn't.

Giorno: Of course.

Anasui: I don't understand that part.

Romeo: Who wouldn't choose me?

Donatello: If someone else's wishes clash with mine, it doesn't count.

Marena: I see. Only Giorno passed the class, so the rest of you will have to go to remedial classes with the other teacher.

Jotaro: First lesson, I'm going to kill you all.

  神奇动物xjojo，剧情会跟随电影里面，部分人物身份关系会改动，jojo里面的人物也会加入一些电影里对应人物性格

  cp：乔迪，乔西，承花，仗露，茸徐，米特里

  

  

  美国魔法国会深处关押重刑犯的绿海豚地牢，灯光十分昏暗，家养小精灵都不怎么来这打扫卫生。乔鲁诺蹲在牢房的一角，失落的看着地面“关于生物的事我很抱歉，乔巴纳些事”徐伦愧疚的站在乔鲁诺不远处“真的很抱歉”乔鲁诺没说什么只是将自己金色的头发轻轻地靠在石柱上

  “谁能告诉我那些默然者和默默人是什么东西？”米斯达坐在冰冷的牢床上“它们已经消失了好几个世纪…”“三个月前，我在苏丹遇见一个——以前有更多，现在依然存在…那时巫师还未隐姓埋名，我们仍被麻瓜追杀迫害”乔鲁诺说的这番话让米斯达想起中世纪欧洲猎杀巫师行动“年轻的巫师和女巫有时会压抑自己的魔法以避免受到残害，他们不但没有学习驾驭和控制魔法力量，反而生出一种叫默默然的东西”米斯达迷茫的点点头“那是一股不稳定又无法控制的黑暗里量，一旦失控就会展开攻击”徐伦接在乔鲁诺后面给米斯达补充“然后消失无踪…和替身使者一样，无论是替身或本体有一方死了都会消失。但默默然者的寿命并不长，对吗？”“根据文献记载，还没有默然者能活过十岁，我在非洲遇见的小姑娘才八岁……”乔鲁诺哽咽地继续说“她死的时候才八岁…”听到这徐伦说出什么了“你们的意思是…肖参议员是被一个…孩子所杀？”米斯达就像一个没听懂老师讲课的学生，乔鲁诺和徐伦不想多谈论默然者的悲惨历史

  “我妈妈 你妈妈骑着少扫帚飞，我妈妈 你妈妈女巫从不哭，我妈妈 你妈妈除掉替身使者，女巫和替身在河里淹死，女巫和替身被我们吊……”第二塞勒姆的女孩还在唱着那愚蠢的歌谣“传单都发出去，如果乱丢，我肯定知道”对仗助不理睬的少女威胁着孩子们“看到可疑的事要汇报给我”仗助在洗碗的空闲中从厨房门口看着孩子们一个个拿着传单出门。唱歌谣的女孩在街道上逆流而行，传单被女孩一把撒向空中，这街道上四处飘散……

  乔鲁诺和徐伦双手被铁链捆绑着被两名白衣巫师押出绿海豚地牢，乔鲁诺放慢脚步转过身“很高兴结识你米斯达，希望有朝一日你的烘培坊能开张”还在牢房的米斯达用手简单的行了个军礼向乔鲁诺说再见

  迪亚哥坐在桌子前对面坐着被绑乔鲁诺，徐伦则被白衣服巫师守在后面“你这人挺有意思的，乔巴纳先生”“布兰度先生…”徐伦想说些什么，一向对徐伦很关照的迪亚哥却将自己的食指放在唇上示意徐伦不要插话“你因危人类性命被霍格沃兹退学”“那是一次意外！”乔鲁诺尴尬地撇过头看向徐伦“牵扯到魔法生物——有位老师却为你百般辩护，不想开除你，我在想……为什么乔纳森•乔斯达如此喜欢你？而且你和空条承太郎又有什么关系？”迪亚哥将双手放在乔鲁诺的资料前等待着乔鲁诺回答“乔纳森乔斯达是我的父亲，乔瑟夫是我叔叔，承太郎是我二叔……”“那你知道你母亲和乔瑟夫的妹妹吗？”“我…不知道乔瑟夫叔叔有个妹妹，我也只知道我母亲喜欢面包……”徐伦听见承太郎这名字再次表现出激动

  “所以在本市纵放一群危险生物…”迪亚哥双手无处安放的摊开又合上“也不过是个意外—是这样吗？”“我为何要故意放走它们？”“迫使巫师姐曝光——挑起魔法和非魔法世界之间的战争”“你是说为了更伟大的利益而大肆屠杀？”迪亚哥稍微停顿“没错——正是如此”“我不是迪奥的狂热信徒布兰度先生”乔鲁诺突然想起“为了更伟大的利益”是黑巫师迪奥和他的信徒所追求的，迪亚哥也是轻蔑的露出笑脸“那这个又作何解释乔巴纳先生”箱子里的黑团被迪亚哥用漂浮咒拿了出来，徐伦也是吃惊地看着那黑团“-这是默默然，但不是你想的那样！我想办法把它从苏丹小女孩身上分离出来，为了救那孩子！我想把它带回家仔细研究但他在箱子外无法存活，他无法伤害其他人！徐伦”乔鲁诺拼命的为徐伦解释“就是说他没有了宿主就毫无用处了？”“没用？”乔鲁诺转过头质问着迪亚哥“没用？正因为这种黑魔法寄生蚕食，才害死了那孩子！谁会想利用这东西？”徐伦和乔鲁诺察觉到问题同时看向迪亚哥“你谁也骗不了乔巴纳先生——你把默默然带来纽约就是想挑起大规模冲突！践踏《保密法》揭发魔法世界”“你明知道他伤害不了任何人，你很清楚！”“你犯了谋反之罪，背叛巫师同胞！因此立刻被判死刑”身后的白衣巫师抽出魔杖抵在乔努诺脖子处“空条小姐，因此被同谋协助你犯罪…”“不！这件事情根本与她无关…”“同样被判死刑！”徐伦看着迪亚哥绝望地抽泣“立刻行刑”迪亚哥紧张地将移了移头上的帽子“我会亲自告知瓦伦泰主席”“-徐伦”“嘘”迪亚哥再次把食指放在唇边让乔鲁诺闭嘴“请吧”徐伦放声大哭了起来

  徐伦的哭声被会读心术的特里休听见“哐当”茶具被打碎在地，特里休惊恐的抬头看正开会的巫师，特里休顾不上地上碎杯子和巫师们的眼光转身向徐伦在的楼层跑去。

  “别这样缪缪主任，蜜拉休求你们了”徐伦想劝说押着自己的缪缪“不会疼的”徐伦绝望地看着面前悬空在水上的椅子，缪缪从她那巨大的金发里抽出魔杖放在徐伦太阳穴处施法，缪缪把从徐伦脑袋里拿出一条银蓝丝线扔水池，池子也立刻出现徐伦小时的记忆“徐伦”戴白色帽子，穿白色大衣的男性呼唤着徐伦“来吧乖宝贝，该去睡了——准备好了吗”池子里又出现七岁的徐伦被穿白外套，红头发留一边刘海的温柔男性拉着，池子展现出了俩个的样子“承太郎叔叔…花京院叔叔…”乔鲁诺认出了那两人“看起来是不是很美好？”缪缪激动问徐伦“你想进去是吗？”徐伦看着池子里的俩位父亲痴迷的点了点头

  同时特里休来到魔法国会的门口大厅，米斯达也刚好被一名傲罗押到大厅“嘿！山姆”“嘿！特里休”特里休跑到山姆身边“楼下有人找你，我来给他施遗忘咒”“你可没有资格”山姆表示自己要遵循命令“嘿山姆，塞西莉知道你跟露比约会”特里休用以前读心听见的八卦威胁山姆，三个碰巧也遇见了露比“你是怎么…”“把他交给我，我保证不跟她说”山姆把米斯达交给特里休“你这是干什么？”“嘘——徐伦有危险，我在努力监听！米斯达，乔鲁诺的皮箱在哪儿？”“那个叫迪亚哥•布兰度的拿走了”“好，我们走”“怎么，你不对我下遗忘咒吗？”“当然不！你现在是自己人了”俩人在大厅里穿梭，紧张地来到迪亚哥办公室“Alohomora（阿拉霍洞开）Aberto（快快开）”办公室的锁丝毫没动“他一定用某种高深咒语来锁门”米斯达一脚踹开办公室门，特里修迅速拿走皮箱和乔鲁诺，徐伦的魔杖

  徐伦坐在漂浮的桌子上痴迷的看着池子“小心海浪”承太郎和花京院拉着小徐伦登上逃生船“徐伦！”徐伦在闪电的响声下落入海中，与承太郎花京院失散…池子不停更换着这次又是恩雅婆婆打仗助时，手上的皮带被徐伦弹开“欧拉！”人也被石之自由打倒“没事了，仗助哥哥…”徐伦想起自己违反规定攻击麻鸡被处罚，脸上的微笑消失取而代之的是惊恐和带罪感。

  一直在乔鲁诺外套口袋里的护树罗锅乘机打开乔鲁诺的手铐“好了，轮到抽取你的快乐回忆来”乔鲁诺躲过蜜拉休的魔杖向水池甩出卷翼魔，蜜拉休被护树罗锅咬了一口，分了神，乔鲁诺逮住米拉修的手臂，给了缪缪一个“昏昏倒地”卷翼魔一个滑铲，把米拉休摔晕。缪缪手中的魔杖掉进池子里，魔杖迅速被融化，池水迅速在徐伦起圆形轮廓。“你是女巫！是替身使者！”池水不停地让徐伦想起不愿想起的事。椅子的底部已经被融化“乔鲁诺！”“不要惊慌”“我除了慌张还能干吗？”卷翼魔在徐伦和岸边之间不停飞行“你疯了吗？”“你还有替身！——跳到它身上！徐伦听我说，我会接住你”池水形成的圆形弧度已经到徐伦肩膀处“徐伦——我会接住你！有我在，徐伦！——跳！”徐伦手中出现的蓝线抓住铁杆，以卷翼魔为踩点，惊恐地跳进乔鲁诺怀中，乔鲁诺紧紧抱住怀里发抖的徐伦，伸出手收回卷翼魔“快走！”

  特里休和米斯达大步地强装镇定地走在楼道里，警报声被拉响，傲罗们在大厅里寻找着逃犯。乔鲁诺拉着徐伦逃跑迎面碰上两名傲罗，乔鲁诺再次甩出卷翼魔，爱吃脑袋的卷翼魔直冲傲罗的脑袋“别动他脑袋啦！走吧，快走！”又有三名傲罗追上“Free Stone（石之自由）/Gold Experience（黄金体验）欧拉欧拉欧拉！/木大木大木大木大！”两名傲罗被打飞，最后一个卷翼魔创飞在地。两人继续逃跑“那是什么？”“卷翼魔”“我爱死它了！”徐伦喜欢上救自己多次的卷翼魔。乔鲁诺拉着徐伦在一个拐角处和米斯达，特里休碰面“进去！”

  唯一没被通缉的特里休提着乔鲁诺的皮箱紧张地向美国国会大厅外走“特里修！”“约翰格利•A？”就算是有点看不见的约翰格利见喜欢的女生还是紧张地整理了自己的西装“这是要去哪儿啊？”皮箱条件反射性被特里休拿在身后“我——呃…我生病了，约翰格利•A先生”特里休假装的咳嗽一声“又病了吗？哦…呃……箱子里是什么？”“女性私密用品。想看看吗？我不介意”“哎呀，不了！我…祝你早日康复！”特里休的靠近让约翰格利•A只能先放弃这次聊天的机会“谢谢！”特里休轻轻拉了下约翰格利•A整理歪的领带就毫不留恋的转身离去魔法国会，但这样已经把约翰格利•A的心夺走

  “仗助，找到那孩子了吗？”迪亚哥突然幻影显形到纽约某个不知名小巷，和仗助见面“我做不到”仗助颤抖地后退几步“给我看看——嘘嘘嘘……好孩子可惜你的疯狂砖石治愈不了自己的伤。你越快找到此人就能越快摆脱这种痛苦”迪亚哥拂过仗助手上伤口，拂过的伤口一点点愈合“我要你戴着这个仗助，我很少能这么信任别人——很少”迪亚哥在仗助耳边低语，双手给仗助脖子带上“三角形，圆形还有一条竖”组成的符号项链“可你…你不一样。你找到人后就碰这标记，我就会知道然后来找你，办成此事你将永远千万巫师所敬仰——孩子快死了，仗助时间不多了”迪亚哥将仗助抱在怀中，不停强调仗助该办的事，迪亚哥绝情的不听仗助说话，转身幻影移形离开

  

  

  4900+ 十分对不起各位，这一章本该上一周就写完的，但出了点事就耽搁了🙏可能有些人不知道缪缪和蜜特休，约翰格利•A这三是谁，简单说下

  缪缪出场于《jojo的奇妙冒险石之海》TV版第23话 替身：恶魔加锁

  蜜特休出场于《jojo的奇妙冒险石之海》TV版第9话 替身：讨债人玛丽莲•曼森

  约翰格利•A出场于《jojo的奇妙冒险石之海》TV版第5话 替身：爱的囚徒

  他们的替身名应该是这个吧详情请看TV版或者漫画