Naples, Italy. October 31st, 1999.
[default: Italian / italic: French]
"Happy birthday, chérie!
- Aw, thank you Jean-Pierre.
- I would have liked to come to Italy to celebrate it with you, but it might be complicated. The Foundation has assigned me a new mission, I'm back to work!
- That's great news.
- It's less good news to know that I won't be able to call you again for now.
- That's fine. But call me when you get back.
- Of course!"
After making small talk, (Y/N) ended up asking, as if the question was burning her tongue.
"... do you have any news from Jotaro?"
Polnareff chuckled amusedly.
"Say, I was wondering when you were going to ask me that question!
- Alright, alright...
- Mary and him started the divorce proceedings.
- ... I see. And Jolyne in all this?
- Her parents make her spend holidays everywhere to spare her the divorce stress.
- It's inevitable...
- I know, she's the first one that'll suffer from it.
- ... if you ever have Jotaro on the phone, tell him to call me, okay? I don't have the right to call abroad at the risk of it being taken as a betrayal, I can only receive calls...
- I will. Promise."
When she finally hung up and went to the common room, almost an hour later, (Y/N) found no one there but Fugo, busy reading a book. She greeted him, before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. But before she could open the fridge, she found a still-steaming stack of pancakes on the table, along with a small note.
"Happy birthday. Now's your turn ;)"
Bruno. (Y/N) felt her cheeks get hot. This little attention touched her straight to the heart. He hadn't forgotten her birthday either. And even if he wanted to remain professional, he couldn't help but want to please her. He never missed. But while she was looking for cutlery in the drawer, Abbacchio appeared in the kitchen. He glanced sideways at the note that came with the pancakes, before reaching out to steal one in front of her, without even asking. She was offended. And planted her fork in the back of his hand.
"Ouch, you nasty bitch!
- Don't touch. They're mine.
- It doesn't say your name.
- But it's my birthday, so it's for me. Move."
Abbacchio groaned, rubbing his hand that was still sore from the fork tines. They exchanged a glare. And (Y/N) suddenly felt softened. She cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed about what she was about to say.
"... it's okay, take one if you want.
- ... I don't want your charity.
- Oh, shut up and swallow your pride. Eat."
After a moment of hesitation looking down at her, Abbacchio ended up taking a pancake to eat with his fingers. He thanked her vaguely with a nod, before quickly looking away. And after a long silence, he muttered something that froze (Y/N) in full tasting.
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〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement
FanfictionBorn of a French mother and an Italian father, (Y/N) is a very ordinary young girl. At least that's what she would like to claim. Because the truth, here it is, (Y/N) can see ghosts. Would this just be a simple paranormal ability? Or would that powe...
