A Devil with an Angel's Heart

Chapter 16

||Jotaro

Jotaro stepped out of the bathroom, he had stayed in the shower longer than planned. He couldn't decide whether he should be mad at his grandfather for meddling or be happy cause now he got to share a bed with Kate. At least he now understood the sly smile the old man had given him, when handing him the keys to the hotel room. Kate was lying on the bed, already dozing off. He crawled into bed himself, wrapping his arm around the woman. She stirred, "Didn't know you were such a cuddly person." "Shut up, woman." he hummed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Having used the same body wash and shampoo as him the two smelled the same. A very satisfying feeling, as Jotaro noticed. Kate turned around to face him, "No shirt..." she muttered. "I can put one on.", he offered. "No! I'm not complaining." she quickly stopped him before snuggling close, causing Jotaro's heart to skip a beat. "Damn you, woman. The things you do to me." It wasn't long before her breath became even and she fell asleep. In the time he took one breath, the woman took two. He listened to the rhythm until he fell asleep himself.

||Kate

You were woken up by Mr. Joestar who burst into your room, "Wake up, you two! We're leaving after breakfast!" You groaned as Jotaro sat up, "The hell, Jiji..." he groaned. "Yeah, what the hell..." you sat up as well, to see an overly excited Mr. Joestar, grinning brightly. "What time is it?" you wondered and looked at the watch. 8 a.m. It was in the middle of the night! Well, to your standards. You were a night-person. You loved the night, it was your most creative time and sometimes that's when you were most active. But maybe that was because hell was never a really bright place even though it had two suns and thanks to its two moons the night never really ended..."Hurry! We need to get a car. We're planning to cross the sea here from Karachi. Quick we've got a ship to catch!" With another groan you forced yourself out of bed, your bare feet tapping over the floor and into the bathroom, but not without giving the old man a sidelong glare, making sure how you felt about being torn out of the comforting warmth of the sheets and the arms of a ... your extremely handsome bad boy. Right. You had a boyfriend and not just any boyfriend. You had staked your claim to the bad boy of the school, the one and only Jotaro Kujo. That brightened your mood instantly, and so did the thought of the faces of all his wannabe-girlfriends, his fangirls...though you could already see them coming after you with torches and pitchforks, but that was nothing new to you.

You were currently looking at a particularly beautiful red cabriolet, waiting for Mr. Joestar to finish the purchase, while Polnareff was sitting on the sofa hitting on a female customer. "Now then, if you'd be so kind as to sign this document, everything will be squared away, sir." the salesman explained. "Right here, yes?" Mr. Joestar signed the cheque. You turned your attention to Polnareff, you found it rather amusing to see him try so hard and still fail. You would have to help him out sometime. "Man oh man, you know I'm the kinda guy who'd do almost anything for a pretty girl, even buy a car." the French declared. "My, aren't you sweet." the lady answered. She was a beautiful woman, probably in her late twenties. "How'd you feel about the two of us having dinner sometime?" the Frenchman continued. You snorted with laughter when the old man slightly hit the French with the document folder on the head, destroying his hairdo, Polnareff's hair spreading into all directions. "Polnareff, I hate to interrupt when you're obviously so busy, but..." started the old man but was interrupted by Polnareff, who jumped up and whirled around to glare at the silver fox, "Mr. Joestar!" "Come on! it's time to leave." explained the old man. "Seriously! Try not to mess with the hair! Do you know how hard it is to make it look this good?" complained the French while somehow fixing his hair. "Like anybody cares about your hairdo." muttered Mr. Joestar, "You're driving." Polnareff finished fixing his hair and his eyes fell onto you, who were trying your hardest not to laugh, and failed miserably. "Stop laughing, would ya?!" "But look, it looks soo funny!" you showed him your phone. "You took a photo?!" Polnareff was aghast. "Of course! It's so hilarious!" you explained. "I bet you can't survive a week without making fun of people..." the French muttered. "Yeah, I'd lose that one." you agreed, then looked at the picture again, laughter bubbling up all over again, "I gotta show that to the boys!" and thus you skipped outside, Polnareff hot on your heels. "Hey, guys, look!" Polnareff caught you only two steps later, throwing you over his shoulder. "Help! I'm being kidnapped!" you screamed playfully. Polnareff flexed his arm, squishing you. "Ow, ow, ow! OW!" you whined. "Mr. Joestar! Polnareff is being mean to me!" "Oi, don't make me out to be the bad guy!" the French complained.