〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 13: One and one.

Kolkata, India. December 10th, 1988.

[default: English / italic: French]

The next day, (Y/N) rose as soon as the sun showed its first rays. She had had a very bad night. To tell the truth, she had a bad feeling. Especially after what Caesar had advised her. What could he have meant by "it could save you a lot of trouble"? And then first of all, since when did he play killjoy?

It was very early when she showed up in the breakfast room. And oddly enough, she wasn't the only one not sleeping in. Avdol was there, tirelessly turning his spoon in his chai tea.

"Hello Muhammad.

- Oh, hello (Y/N). Already awake?

- Mm-mmh. I had trouble getting any sleep.

- Please sit down. I'll order you some tea.

- Thank you very much."

He ordered breakfast for the young woman from a waiter, before turning to her to ask in a calm voice,

"You're worried about Polnareff, aren't you?

- Touché. To tell the truth, I'm a little angry with myself for having spoken to him like that. I know how much his sister's death has traumatized us all, I understand that he absolutely wants revenge. It's just that...

- That you're afraid of what might happen to him.

- ... that's it.

- I understand. Me too, to be honest. I lost my temper, but I regret not having been able to make him listen to reason.

- Do you... do you think it's too late for us to go help him?"

Avdol didn't answer immediately. He stared at his tea with his big brown eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He was terribly angry with himself for sitting there having breakfast and doing nothing for the Frenchman. After a moment of thoughtful silence, he nodded.

"...I will go looking for him.

- I'm coming with you.

- It's too dangerous.

- Avdol, I am literally part of the Italian mafia. I really think I can handle myself.

- You what?"

She chuckled quietly, before jumping up. She grabbed her tea from the waiter's tray as he came to bring her and drank it in a single gulp. Not without burning her tongue.

"Don't tell anyone, please. I'll explain everything to you later. For the moment, we have an idiot Frenchman to fetch."

Still surprised at what he had just learned about the young woman, Avdol nodded and got up to follow her. Once outside, (Y/N) suggested,

"It would be best if we split up for now. You won't feel them, but a few ghosts will follow you. They'll let me know if you find Jean-Pierre first.

- What if you find him?

- Well... Let's hope everything goes for the best.

- Reassuring."

She waved after thanking him for the tea, turning on her heels to walk down a dark alley. Avdol went in the opposite direction.

Their search lasted for hours. For her part, (Y/N) began to lose hope. The sun was already shining high in the sky, and no news from Avdol or Polnareff. Suddenly, Caesar appeared at her side.

"Avdol found Jean-Pierre at the very north of the city, cara! Hurry up, there are two more Stand Users!

- Two of them?! Guide me Caesar!!"