〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 2: Welcome to your father.

Naples, Italy. August 3rd, 1987.

When she stealthily got down the stairs to have breakfast, (Y/N) didn't expect to find her father in the kitchen. She sighed, and went to open the cupboards in search of food, not even greeting the man with her in the room. It was a Sunday. Surely he wouldn't be working. She didn't care, but it was going to be hard to ignore him like that all day.

"... are you okay, did you settle down?"

No answer. Antonio gritted his teeth.

"... how long are you going to ignore me?"

The young girl's (E/C) eyes finally landed on the man. And he had no trouble reading an undeniable anger in them. Coldly, (Y/N) snapped.

"Depends, you ignored me for 10 years, do you want to do a competition for the one that'll last the longest?"

Antonio forced a smile. She had aimed right for his heart.

"... I guess I earned this one.

- Get ready, I'm far from done. I'm not here for fun.

- (Y/N), please, I'm trying to work things out here.

- Oh yeah? It was ten years ago that you had to think about it. It's a little late now. You're dreaming if you think that I will forgive the one who abandoned his family because "his daughter was crazy". "

Silence. (Y/N) took this opportunity to get a bowl. She opened another cupboard, looking for some tea. But all she found was coffee. Those damn Italians. After long seconds of hearing only the click of the spoon that her father was spinning in his coffee, she heard him whisper.

"... can you still see ghosts?"

She glared at him.

"Don't pretend to be the one who believes me now. It's too late.

- Answer my question."

She frowned, before returning her attention to the coffee machine. She mumbled.

"... Yes. But that's not your problem.

- You still see... Caesar? "

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amazed that her father remembered the name of her "imaginary friend", but not other more important things such as her birthday for example.

"... Uh. Yes ?

- I see... "

Another silence settled down and (Y/N) sat down around the table, as far as possible from her father who did not flinch. Deep down, he understood his daughter's reaction. So he made up his mind to try to make conversation with her.

"I was transferred on a new investigation."

(Y/N) didn't even look up from her bowl. She dipped a cornetto in her coffee without saying a word. Faced with his daughter's silence, Antonio continued.

"A mafia case. There are quite a few in Italy, so there's plenty here in Naples...

- Why are you telling me that?

- Hm. I may be quite busy for the next few weeks.

- So much the better."

Antonio rolled his eyes, a slight smile trailing his lips at his daughter's stubbornness. She got that from him, no doubt. He continued.

"It's almost your birthday, isn't it?"

She raised an eyebrow and glared at him.

"Depends, define 'almost'.