〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 15: Heat stroke.

Punjab Province, India. December 14th, 1988.

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The fine team was traveling to Pakistan by car, and the drive was particularly long and boring. Well, especially for the three men in the back. Because at the front, with Polnareff at the wheel, (Y/N) was not bored in the least. After having fun slapping each other on the shoulder each time they passed a red car, (Y/N) offered, with a sore arm:

"Would you like to put some music on?"

"Please, not again," Jotaro growled.

"What a good idea!" Polnareff exclaimed, turning on the radio.

It sizzled, having great difficulty in finding the correct frequency. But a few electric guitar notes blasted out in the car and Polnareff opened the window on his side to shout:

"I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU, BABY! YOU WERE MADE FOR LOVIN' ME!

- Polnareff! Look at the road!" Joseph yelled.

(Y/N) burst out laughing before tapping out the beat on the dashboard. In the back, Jotaro lowered his cap, Joseph plugged his ears and Kakyoin rolled his eyes. But nothing could stop the two Frenchmen at the front who continued to sing, and the song didn't matter. (Y/N) even ended up opening her window too, letting the wind twirl her (H/C) hair as she screamed outside. After shouting at each other to different music by Queen, Madonna or the Bee Gees, they were surprised to hear Joseph exclaim:

"Hey, that's my song!"

Jailhouse Rock, Elvis Presley. Kakyoin and Jotaro exchanged a look for help, as if they knew very well what was going to happen.

"I was not yet 40 when it came out! That was the good old time, nothing to do with your music now... You should've heard them knocked out jailbirds sing LET'S ROCK!

- Please, he's starting too..." Jotaro growled.

The two Frenchmen up front were hitting the pace and it was up to the old Joestar to holler at the top of his lungs. They were definitely each as bad as the other in this car. Kakyoin shook his head, an amused smile on his lips, before slipping to Jotaro:

"Do I have to wait for them to play ABBA to hear you sing again, Jojo?

- Oh for fuck's sake Kakyoin, you're not going to get into it too.

- Far too tempting to pass up the opportunity. Mmm, dancing queen?

- Fuck you.

- Ha!"

The journey took place in joy and good humor. They were approaching the Pakistani border. While Billie Jean was playing on the radio, Polnareff had to press the brake pedal. In front of them, a red car was moving at a snail's pace. (Y/N) was the first to hit him on the shoulder.

"Red car!

- Ouch!... Ugh, can't they speed up! That's frustrating. Alright, I'll overtake them."

He sped up to pass the other car, rolling half off the road, throwing gravel in every direction.

"Polnareff!" Kakyoin cried. "Drive calmly!"

"Haha! But we have a 4x4!"

"Have you thrown stones at him while passing him?" Joseph asked, turning to examine the car now behind them.

"That's possible!

- Let's stay out of trouble as much as possible. They're certainly still searching for me. We have to be able to cross the border. And y-"