Queen of Cups

Five of Wands

FIVE OF WANDS

Upright: Competition, Conflict, Rivalry

Reversed: Avoiding Conflict, Respecting Differences

Luckily for Jotaro, she only felt asleep.
He put her on the bed, drying her, and prepared putting clothes on her. He tried to restrain his urges but she was so beautiful.

"Hold yourself, Jotaro..." He thought. She was changed by Star Platinum as he decided it wasn't okay to stare. Once she was fully clothed, he took her on her shoulder and walked away to the shop.

People might have stared at Jotaro carrying a girl, but when he glares back at them, they moved out of his way.

.•°•~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~•°•.

Sylvia read the letter and she smiled.

"Well... Raisa, help me see what's this man for me?"

Raisa took a deck of old tarot cards, shuffling them.

"The lovers, Two of Cups and The Hierophant. Darling that's a marriage already." Said Raisa, chuckling.

Polnareff came with two coffees in his hands, giving them to the two women, kissing Raisa's cheek. "No sugar for Sylvia and All the sugar for Raisa."

"I drink the coffee like my life. Bitter and hot!" Commented the redheaded girl.

"I want it as sweet as you, darling." Said Raisa, as Pierre hugged her, and kissed her neck.

Jotaro opened the door, entering. "I need to lay her down. NOW!" He said, taking the girl he carried bridal style.

"What happened?"

"DIO happened!"

.•°•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•°•.

Loud bells kept hearing around her as she was going insane. At first they sounded like they were wedding bells but then they brought her to an almost breaking point. She kept looking for a source but they were coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.  But soon enough they stopped... Not for long.

What sounded like nails on a blackboard kept buzzing around her. The worst part, she was in a foggy forest in what seemed the same wedding garments. She tried walking somewhere.

Anywhere but not in her mind.

Walking for what seemed like hours, she was met by a clear river. She took a sip of water, but when she looked more attentively, it was blood. Fangs grew in her mouth as she backed up, falling.

The bloody reflection shown her stand, Moonhigh Queen, but in a perverted way... A malevolent way.

She ripped her dress out of her, as she kept associating it with DIO and that one cursed dream. She did not want such thing anymore.

Now naked into the forest, she saw the water clearing and fog raising. She stepped in, as to swim under a clear, perfect full moon.

She washed up everything off, worries as well. By the water flew two figures the girl recognized. "Star Platinum? Hierophant Green? What happened?"

The stands did not speak, but rather looked concerned, and tried to protect her from something.

"If you didn't like my last penetration, how about this one?" Asked a voice as the frail figure felt something punching through her back.

The stands were hold by a yellow looking scuba diver, and they started all to vanish from her view as she closed her eyes out of pain.

A loud gasp and (Name) was lifted out. "I'm so glad I know Russian now..." Said Raisa, closing what seemed like a Bible. "I tried a chant for evil eyes." She explained to the kids.

"(Name), are you okay?" Asked Kakyoin, caressing her face.

"What was in your mind!" Retorted Sylvia. "Why didn't you tell us!"

"He told me he'll hurt you... I don't want that."

Polnareff and Raisa looked from slightly far at the four teens. They all were arguing yet trying to empower (Name).

"They're so young... So full of life..." She started.

"So are you..." He added.

A silence between the two was starting to get awkward. "Kakyoin, Jotaro... I need your help."

The three men went outside as the women sit inside. Raisa was looking over the documents Sylvia found over Ayano Hamasaki and the two teens talked about the redhead's secret admirer.

"So you tell me the letter was an invitation to prom?" (Name) questioned, as she wanted to make sure she understood clearly.

Sylvia nodded. "Not only that but I searched everywhere about him. He is not a stand user, and he's Italian descendant."

"Be careful, Sylvia, Italians are almost as sexual as Frenchmen." Raisa said with a wink.

"Then I'm glad my sport teacher found you." Replied Sylvia.

"NO WAY! You two are...?" Asked (Name) both girls nodded and the injured one lifted a bit too fast for her health to hug the eldest, and soon was hit by a strong headache.

The three men entered again. All of them with the biggest of the grins.