Author's Note: Hello my dear readers! Happy New Year to every one of you, I wish all of you happy and hopeful 2023!!
Without further ado, I present to you the Christmas specials!
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Christmas Special Jotaro(1988)
"Jojo! Come get inside~" Holy chirped happily, as she pulled out another tray of baked goods from the oven, putting them on the silver tray to cool off a bit. "Y/N is about to arrive in a few minutes!" She added, as she heard frantic rustling from the courtyard as she saw her eighteen year-old son opening the front door, dusting off, the snow from his black school uniform.
It has been over a year since their travel to Cairo to save Holy's life and Caesar's death and o be honest none of them have recovered entirely.
"Good grief." Jotaro sighed, looking at his mother working away in the kitchen. "When?"
"Oh, she will probably arrive in thirty minutes since her airplane had a delay by twenty, so you better get cleaned up, since you have managed the courtyard." Holy thought out aloud.
"I think it would be a fantastic idea!" The old voice of an elderly woman spoke up, wearing her green costume as she walked over to her daughter. "Darling, do you need any help?" SuzieQ asked sweetly. "I hope it was alright to take out your white porcelain set. I may or may not have already set the table."
"Oh no, that was perfect mother, thank you very much." Holy gleamed. "But you have to rest as well; you have been helping me out the entire day." She huffed, scolding the elderly woman with a large smile. "By the way, where is dad at?" She questioned worriedly.
"Oh, he is just complaining about sitting on the floor again." SuzieQ rolled her eyes again playfully. "He is way too stubborn you know?"
"I know right?" Holy nodded her head furiously. "Just last year he totally refused to call me Seiko!"
"But Seiko is such a lovely name, so very fitting for you."
"Exactly."
"Good grief." Jotaro sighed, silently excusing himself as he ducked his head to leave.
Walking down the hallway he could hear his grandfather's angry grumbling, about how Japanese coffee was actually better than what he remembered and wondering whether not they would fit to the pastries Holy prepared.
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"Merry Christmas." You smiled as SuzieQ ripped open the door enthusiastically enveloping you two in a large hug.
"Merry Christmas, my dear!" The Italian woman shouted, pulling you inside. "My goodness, it is freezing outside, unbelievable, get in, get in. Hurry!" She yelled dramatically as you chuckled lightly, stomping a bit on the door mattress as clumps of snow fell off.
Taking off your shoes and winter coat, you enveloped her a second time as she began chatting animatedly leading you inside as you and Joseph exchanged another quick greeting, before he got back to discussing Holy's new name with his fuming daughter.
"Y/N! Welcome home!" Holy shouted. "I am sorry but I have all hands full, but could you please knock some sense into dad here?"
"But Holy-" Joseph began to protest, waving his prosthetic hand around wildly.
"I would love to but I would rather not-"
"Y/N, you traitor!" Holy shouted, laughing as you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly before looking around in confusion, noticing someone missing other than her husband. "Ah, Y/N, your luggage seems bothersome, you can put it in the guest room next to Jotaro's, mom and dad are occupying the large one if you do not mind." She informed you.
"It is alright." You waved her off smiling. "As long as Jotaro does not mind as much, I mean he is pretty much an adult." You laughed a bit as Holy only waved you off.
"Oh, I am sure, he would not mind." SuzieQ winked, unbeknownst to you.
"Fantastic, if it would be alright, could I freshen up a bit as well while I am at it?" You asked as Joseph only gave a brief thumbs up which you quickly returned, already out of the door.
...
"Wait..." Holy paused, looking over her shoulder with furrowed eyebrows, untying her pink apron." Was not Jotaro supposed to shower?"
"Do you think we should tell her?" SuzieQ covered her mouth with her hand looking over to her husband, who was glaring at the coffee cup.
"I GOT IT, IT WAS AMERICAN COFFEE!!!" Joseph screamed. "AVDOL WAS RIGHT!!"
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Sliding open the door to your new room, you watched it, it was small but neat, having a bright reading lamp next to a small wooden desk and your nightstand, with a small alarm clock on top of it. Another wooden wardrobe was right next to the door, some filled with new bed sheets and pillows as well as handkerchiefs and towels as well as bathrobes.
Opening the small suitcase in the middle of the room, you put out your next outfit as you then stopped, perking up as you heard someone moving in Jotaro's room.
Putting your towels on your made bed, you decided to at least greet the young Kujo at last.
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"Jotaro!" You called out loudly, knocking on his door as you heard frantic rustling coming from inside as you heard a painful grunt coming from inside. "Are you alright?" You flinched at the sound.
The door slammed open as in the corner of your golden eyes you noticed his hand grab onto the wooden frame.
"... Y/N." He whispered, surprised as you took in his tall frame, reaching out your right hand to ruffle his damp black hair.
"Merry Christmas to you as well Jotaro." You grinned, before a mischievous glint crossed over your sharp eyes as your eyes trailed down. "Even though I would have never thought to say it when you are only covered by a measly towel." You began chuckling as he quickly turned around, slamming the door shut as quickly as he had opened them. And if you would have looked more closely you would have seen that the tips of his ears have turned bright pink. "Jotaro!" You called loudly, banging on the door yet again. "I will use the shower next, alright?"
"Whatever." You heard a faint mumble coming from inside as you broke out in full laughter, not seeing the young adult covering his face in both of his hands, with Star Platinum glancing back at its user nervously.
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When it finally came to hand out presents in the living room, all of you had previously agreed to do it after eating dinner. But when it came down to it, Joseph seemed to have a very strong opinion yet again how a real Christmas feast is supposed to look like, while Holy opened the door to the freezing delivery boy to gleefully accept the fried chicken, thanking him warmly. Shutting the door, the blonde woman turned back around, walking back inside only to be greeted with her ranting father, who had his arms crossed in front of his chest in protest.
"Holy! I will tell you, this is not acceptable! We need a real feast with turkey and boiled potatoes! Not some fast food from-"
"Shut it old man." Jotaro mumbled under his breath as Joseph as ready to throw another fit, pushing up the hems of his beige pullover.
"Joseph." You glared at him slightly as he flinched back. "Different countries, different cultures, different traditions." You reminded him as the elderly man shut his mouth. "Let us all calm down and relax, especially after Holy went through all this trouble to actually order months prior."
"Aww thank you very much dear!" SuzieQ cheered, ignoring her husband as all of you settled down. "By the way I put the Christmas cake into the fridge to keep it fresh, we can cut it after dinner!" She suggested joyfully as both women agreed, settling down to distribute the chopsticks, and other side dishes.
"Here Y/N, have some!" Holy leaned over the table, setting your favorite dish in front of you, as she put some in your plate.
"Thank you Holy." You smiled. "But shouldn't you give them to your father first?" You laughed as Joseph began waving it off, pouting slightly as SuzieQ put a few pieces of fried chicken into her husband's.
"Tehehe~" She only grinned sheepishly before moving on to her parents.
"Jotaro." You turned to the black haired male, "Should I poor you some?" You winked as he looked over to his mother briefly.
"Sure." He muttered as you grabbed a bottle from your side as he reached out his glass for you. "But only if I can pour one for you as well." He added grimly as you only smiled in return, patting his shoulder lovingly.
"Of course~"
"Cheers!"
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"Presents!" Holy giggled loudly after you two have cleared and cleaned the wooden table. Clapping her hands together, Holy's long sapphire earrings jiggled slightly as SuzieQ pumped her fist in the air, while Joseph looked like he downed one bottle of soju too much. "Since we adults have decided not to gift each other too much this year, what about we move straight to Jotaro before settling for ours?"
"I do not mind." You chuckled. "I will just head back to my room to get my bag." You got back on your feet stretching a bit as Holy nodded as the leaned over the table, grinning widely.
"Then I will start first! Hopefully you like it Jotaro dear! I made it myself." She gushed as she put a bright green packaged present in front of the scowling high school delinquent, who already dreaded its content.
Walking along the empty hallway, you could hear Joseph's boisterous laughter from the living room, stifling your own as you heard him screaming.
"Oh, Holy, you are amazing, I bet Jotaro will look dashing in it!" Joseph choked out as tears formed at the corners of his eyes, pointing at the knitted black Christmas pullover with various Christmas ornaments on top of it. "It will go perfectly with what I have bought. Underwear!! Since I can wear the same pants as you, I brought you the same boxer's size as well!"
"Joseph!" SuzieQ gasped embarrassed as Holy covered her ears tactfully.
"Someday, I am going to kill you old man." Jotaro gritted out. "Be glad that Y/N is not here right now-" He threatened, eyes hardening.
"Well, well, well, let's all just move on." Holy quickly waved her hand around, trying to diffuse the sudden tension. "I mean we are just teasing you, of course we also put a lot of money for your university, we all chipped in." Holy made a move to calm down.
"We also want to buy you your own motorcycle." Joseph shrugged his broad shoulders. "Just come over to America sometime and you can choose one, our present. We got a few nice machines from Europe the other time."
"Thanks."
"Oh, Y/N is back!" holy stood back up as you waved sheepishly.
"Yeah, have you all already given your presents?" You asked curiously as they all nodded. 2What did you get Jotaro?" You leaned closer.
"Nothing."
"Boxers-"
"Shut it."
"I see." You smiled professionally, before sitting back down, revealing a paper bag. "So, as you can see I bought you a few things since I was not entirely sure what you would prefer, so I got everything." You chuckled awkwardly, leaning closer as Holy gasped, getting a sneak peek.
"Y/N, no, no, no, we were talking about it the other day-" She began to protest as you only rolled your eyes.
"Good grief, Holy." You laughed. "Just relax, it is alright, I mean I got something for your three as well in here, so it is not as much as you think." You waved her off as she visibly relaxed, leaning back, throwing you a scolding glance which you decided to ignore.
Pulling out a small sating jewelry box, you slid it over to Jotaro, followed up by a slightly larger one, who hesitantly looked over to you.
"Open it~"
Doing as he was told, he put it in his open palm, using his right hand to slightly part it, coming across a pair of golden earrings, not very impressive in itself but everybody on this table knew their worth immediately.
"Since you got some piercing on your ears last year, I thought it might suit you. It seemed like you only had the light purple ones, so maybe you will find a liking to those." You chuckled as he glanced at you briefly, nodding curtly, moving on to open the larger one.
Inside were other golden accessories, two were golden brooches, one a heart and the other a dolphin, as well as a light golden necklace, able to hold a small photo inside, each were carefully crafted and masterfully put together as Jotaro's turquoise eye stared at them deep in thought.
"You once told me that you wanted to be a marine biologist, so I thought you would like the dolphin motive. They might be a bit heavy; however I think that you especially will not have a problem with that." You pointed out as he hid his eyes in the shadow of his black hat. "And like the others, I put a bit of money aside for your studies, perhaps you will even join the Speedwagon Foundation after studying? What do you think?" Shoving his arms, you finally got him to look at you as his breath hitches slightly before averting his eyes for the rest of the evening.
After handing out the rest of the presents, cutting the sweet Christmas cake, Jotaro got up silently leaving early as all four stared after him before returning to pouring drinks and Joseph singing a few songs drunkenly.
Later around midnight, the grandparents excused themselves, feeling a bit tired out from celebrating as you told Holy to rest early as well, letting you do the final cleaning and dishwashing as she reluctantly agreed, leaving you to take the dirty plates to the kitchen sink.
Turning up the warm water, you began rinsing off the dirty dishes, grabbing dish detergent and the bright yellow sponge, working away as you suddenly felt another presence behind you, making you halt your movements.
"If it would have been anybody else, I would have punched them." You muttered as Jotaro sighed behind you, wrapping his exosed arms around your shoulders hiding his face in your shoulder as you leaned your head back, short hair rustling against his white tank top.
"Thank you for your present." He grumbled, refusing to face you, as you continued cleaning, hearing the soft splashes of the water against the porcelain of Holy's tea set.
"You are welcome." You grinned happily. "I am glad you like them."
"I promise I will wear them." He added as you chuckled lightly at his words closing your eyes. "I got something or you as well." He muttered as you felt his breath on your exposed skin.
"Really?" You joked, grinning. "Is it because you are eighteen now and you feel an obligation to buy me something as well?"
"No." He turned his head to the side, staring at the closed door. "I just felt like it." He explained, releasing you from his hold as you dried off your hands, tilting your head to the side expectantly.
"You are making me curious Jotaro~"
"Here, you better be grateful." He huffed shoving a small box against your chest.
"Those are rings." You muttered twirling them between your fingers, touching the smooth surface. "I am not sure if I can wear them." You laughed nervously, but they are beautiful, thank you very much."
"Not if.... When...." He corrected you, feeling slightly hurt, walking to the door. "Sleep tight Y/N, merry Christmas."
Christmas Special Caesar (1951)
"Caesar, I swear, I told you to buy flour the last time we went shopping, and you cannot be serious." You gasped in exasperation. "How many times have I told you, we need all the ingredients?" You huffed, as said blonde flinched back, letting down the shopping bag on the counter as he made his escape to the living room to hide behind the Christmas tree. "Caesar Zeppeli!" You dried your hands with the kitchen towel, following behind him, opening the door as suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest.
"Cara~ please do not be mad at me." He begged, pouting slightly as he winked at you playfully as he pressed his lips against your temple.
"CAESAR-"
"I know, I am sorry I forgot the grocery list, but I promise I have bought everything else." He tried to calmly you down.
"I will forgive you if you stop your wandering hands, where are you even touching?" You chuckled, slapping his hand away from your hips as his green eyes closed, releasing you, raising his hand in mock defeat. "That's it. I have thankfully thought ahead and stored another bag of flour, so you better be grateful." You rubbed your temples as he took your hand into his larger one, leading you back into the kitchen.
"I told you I am sorry, please stop being mad at me." Caesar whined slightly as he looked over his shoulder as you just chuckled lightly, kissing his hand as both reentered the kitchen as he took out the scale and bowls from the cupboard, while you lied out all the necessary ingredients out on the kitchen table onto small simple plates.
"You got the recipe?" You asked as he grinned. "Washed your hands?"
"I will be right back!" Caesar muttered, "I also bring the aprons! I better not get the bright pink one or else, I will refuse to let you sleep today!"
"Sure, just hurry, I will start with mixing the ingredients first, I am so down to test out your mother's festive recipes." You pushed back your brown hair as he began laughing, throwing you the bright pink one as you pulled it over your head.
"So should I prepare the cookie dough Y/N?" Caesar asked as you shrugged your shoulders, smiling as you walked over to the record player, putting on one of the vinyl disk on top of it, as both of you listened in comfortable silence, both taking turn in making new dough and cutting them with the cookie cutters into little adorable shapes. "Y/N, you got some sugar here." Caesar glanced over to you as you stared at him in surprise as he leaned closer, closing the distance between you two as you got a bit of flour over him as you moved to touch his face. "That is mean of you, I washed up earlier and now I am messy yet again." He winked as you ruffled his hair anyway, letting the platinum blonde strands dance between your fingers as he bit his bottom lip.
"You were being sneaky my dear~" You snickered turning back. "I think we can put the first batch into the oven, what do you think?"
"Sure, I already preheated it, so you can put them in, I will prepare the seafood then and you can take out the parmesan and shave it for the antipasti for lunch." Caesar grinned. "And I will even wash all the dishes for you." He looked over to you as you took hold of cheese, stopping, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Caesar, are you sure that this is the right order? Shouldn't we prepare baking the bread first?" You questioned confused as he only waved you off.
"It is alright, I made one when you were still sleeping, it only has to be cut later on. I will give you the honor."
"So generous of you, you make me think that every day it should be Christmas, no external work from the Foundation, just peace and quiet and spending time with you loved ones." You sighed wistfully as you walked over to the window, staring at Naples coast line; from within the small house both of you had bought on the outskirt as a vacation home away from Rome and the Foundation building. You stood there silently, golden eyes trained upon the small tides washing to the shore and a few children running past, playing in the soft morning sun.
While it might not have been as cold as Christmas spend in England, Germany or even Japan, the breeze coming from the coast was still a bit too cold for your liking sometimes, so you decided against opening the window as you felt your nose tingling from the sweet smell of cinnamon and apples waving from the oven as well as the faint scent of vanilla.
"Y/N?" Caesar called out to you, "I think we can take them out in about twenty minutes and can put in the next batch, then we will be finished with baking the smaller treats for the afternoon. But if you really insist on order, not that I am a great chef, so I do not take things to seriously unlike you." He waved you off. Well, for the antipasti we will need bread, some olives and parmesan cheese, for the main we need seafood, I even bought an eel at the market place today." He grinned sheepishly. "I hope you are alright with it, if you do not like it I will not force you, we also have to make some roasted vegetables." Caesar listed off, as he stopped walking over to the recipe book, his mother gave him when both of you visited last year. "Ah and panettone, the Christmas cake and torrone, fried dough balls, tortelli and biscotti..." He mumbled before looking at you slightly panicked. "Y/N, if I am being brutally honest, I am afraid that we will not make it for lunch. I have not cooked for a long time." He began ranting, walking up and down in the kitchen nervously, ruffling his wavy locks occasionally as you stood at the window stifling your already silent laughter.
It was funny seeing him like this; just yesterday he seemed pretty confident with pulling it off, studying the recipes diligently his mother prepared but actually standing in front of the stove seemed to be quite the different experience.
"Then we will have to eat a bit later than anticipated." You smiled, enveloping him into a hug. "Let's calm down, alright? It does not matter; we have all the time in the world." You grinned up to him as he looked at you sadly; hanging his head as he only hugged you closer. "Do not worry, I will help you out, we do not have to make a large feast, just enough for the both of us, you can work on the main dish and I make the deserts." You offered reassuringly as he nodded.
"I just hope I do not make any mistakes now." He grinned down at you, fixing his composure as he flexed his muscles jokingly.
"As long as you do not burn the house down, I am sure it will not be as bad as you paint it out to be." You began laughing loudly as he kissed you again, both working on your tasks again.
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"Caesar, lift me up a bit!" You groaned fixing the star on top of the Christmas tree as the blonde did as he was told, laughing loudly as he threw you over his shoulder, making you gasp in shock as he set you down on the comfortable couch next to fireplace, sitting beside you as both of you stared at the great grandfather clock in front of you two, waiting for the Christmas cake to finish, so you could start the second round of baking.
"Next year, we have to eat out." Caesar shoved you playfully as you hit his shoulder teasingly.
"Giving up?" You mocked him slightly as he hugged you tighter.
"Not so much that I actually admire everyone managing to do this for an entire family." He fired back, looking over to the large bookshelf to your right. "I wonder how Jojo, Holy and SuzieQ are doing in America right now." He muttered quietly as you hummed in agreement.
"We should have invited them." You grinned evilly as Caesar paled at your words.
"You must be joking Y/N, it would take even longer, we would have started to prepare yesterday evening to manage that feat! And Jojo's awfully, outrageous table manners! We will have to eat lunch in the afternoon now."
And he was right, it took both of you even longer than expected but now you were sitting in the dining room for dinner, having brought up the wine from the wine cellar and warm food in front of you on the white cloth of the table cover. Music played lightly as both of you stared at your work proudly as Caesar raised his glass up for a toast.
"Y/N, cheers to us, we finally made it." He whispered as the sound of clinking glass filled the room. "I love you."
"I love you as well Caesar. Merry Christmas." You smiled happily, lifting the glass to your lips. "Let us find out if the food is actually edible." You teased him nudging his legs under the table as he began to splutter nervously as he fixed his white shirt, undoing the top buttons.
"Yeah." He smirked slightly. "Cheers to the many years to come~"
Christmas Special Kakyoin (1998)
"President, we are so honored to have received an invitation for such a memorable event." You looked to the side, raising your hand professionally to greet the next guest to the annually Christmas celebration party officially hosted in the name of the Speedwagon Foundation. And like every year it has been a pain to organize such an important event inside the large ballroom in the side building in Japan.
"No need to thank me, our occasional collaboration in the medical field run way back, so we are thrilled to have you here today." You replied smiling calmly. "Please, enjoy yourself fully, we have outstanding drinks served today, I really recommend the red wine on top of the menu, a real treat from Italy." You chuckled as they bowed slightly, as you excused yourself, straightening your Bordeaux red suit, with fitting gloves and combed back hair.
Taking long strides down the enormous ballroom you waved politely left and right, greeting world renowned doctors and scientist, leading CEO's of the world's economy as well as uprising prodigies in many fields from arts and music over to fashion and sciences.
"It seems like you are enjoying yourself Y/N." A certain red head spoke up, holding out a glass of champagne for you to take. "It seems like this year is going to be a success as well." He grinned as his long cherry earrings dangled from his ears, while his amethyst eyes carefully observed everybody from left to right.
"I would say that you prefer the work in office, I assume." You grinned back, looking at your vice-president, sipping from the pearly, sparkling beverage. "You look handsome might I add." You winked, gesturing to his black suit. "I through you would be going with the forest green one, I see that you decided against it though."
"I realized that the green one would look horrible to the decorations." Kakyoin mumbled. "Just imagine me standing next to the five meter-large Christmas tree over there." He pointed at it accusingly. "Who even picked out the decorations this year?" He huffed, crossing his arms as he nodded towards the differently shaped crystal ornaments dangling from the tall ceiling that sparkled in the light of the many chandeliers...
"Anne did."You answered smoothly as his eyebrow twitched slightly. "She took quite a liking towards those."
"Why did you let her? Isn't she in charge already for the next banquet in China for Chinese New Year?"
"I know, but she begged me to organize this one as well. She definitely wanted a warmer feel this year." You shrugged your shoulders as Kakyoin laughed next to you, shuffling his black shoes nervously on the dancing floor.
"I would have thought, you would actually wear a dress this time around Y/N." He raised a perfect eyebrow making your golden eyes roll.
"I would stumble around the entire evening, there is no way, I would have made a fool out of myself in front of an entire crowd of esteemed guests." You muttered. "Have you checked security already?"
"Twice in the last hour, no issues so far, they are holding off all reporters from the venue." He assured you as you nodded curtly.
"That is a relief." You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose, as you heard the small orchestra moving for a different classical piece.
"I think we should head up to the second floor." You suggested as Kakyoin followed behind you as both you began ascending the red velvet carpeted staircase, as both of you could perfectly overlook the ground floor with a bit of distance. "Some of these gowns look very enticing." You observed, noticing a woman next to a butler as he poured her another glass. "If I remember correctly, she is the wife of the president of an influential oil tycoon." You put your index finger on your chin deep in thought.
"Please do not think of wrecking their marriage Y/N." Kakyoin sweat dropped as you raised your hands in defeat.
"I would never do this my dear." You laughed as he only shook his head. "You think so lowly of me." You fake-swooned as he took another gulp from his glass finishing his drink, leaning onto the railing.
"I miss talking to you." The red-head admitted, staring up-front. "It has been so long when we had a conversation just the two of us and most of the time it is just about the Foundation." He chuckled, twirling around his loose strand absentmindedly. "Sometimes it just does not feel real at all. We met fighting and went on the journey to Egypt to kill a vampire and now our biggest threat is most likely managing a freaking banquet and keeping up with deadlines." He mumbled. "I wish we could be more open, more honest with one another." He admitted as you joined him, shoulders touching.
"It definitely does not seem real, when I look back at it." You agreed, golden eyes swirling with countless emotions even you yourself could not identify. "Fighting my way through problems always has been my strong suit, diplomatics in second place. This Foundation was actually just a childish project of a much younger me." You laughed. "I cannot believe what it became. But I am glad to have you on my side." You nudged him playfully as he broke out laughing, letting all his tiredness and stress finally wash off his shoulders as he began to relax a bit more.
"Actually, if I am a bit bolder and less awkward, I would have asked you to dance." He revealed, staring at people dancing on the parquet floor.
"If you want to I will not leave you hanging." You grinned as his eyes widened for a brief moment as he took his hand into your gloved one. "Come on, you do not have to wait, we do not have much time."
"Certainly." He smirked as he guided you to the nearby balcony, putting down your glasses at a small wooden table as he began leading you to the soft sound of a classical waltz.
"Y/N." He smiled gently as he stared deep into your eyes. "There has always been something I wanted to tell you-"
Christmas Special Giorno (1989)
It has been always cold for the five-year old, back in Japan he spent every day alone, waking up trembling in the middle of the night, utterly and completely left alone as his mother went out partying each and every day.
And as soon as he moved to Italy, the small spark of hope was soon to be extinguished as his neglectful mother married an abusive man, who would beat up Giorno daily.
And this is how the small boy found himself back on the street in front of his home, having run away from his bullies as he looked fearfully over his shoulders as he turned to the next corner.
"Urgh." He whimpered as he fell back as he looked up a tall frame that towered over him as his large fearful eyes wandered upwards. Wincing he held up his small arms over his head, shielding it as he flinched back. "I am sorry, I am so sorry, please do not hit me." He whimpered in Japanese, still unfamiliar with Italian.
"...You speak Japanese?" You soft voice asked him carefully as he saw the person squatting down in front of him carefully as he looked at them anxiously. "How old are you boy?" You muttered simply observing his old worn down coat as his ripped trousers as you saw a few bruises on the exposed skin.
"...Fi-Five." He stuttered, freezing up on his spot as he realized that you spoke to him in his native tongue. "Huh?"
"I see." You muttered, taking off your gloves as he stared at your hands in terror as they reached out to the boy as they patted his black hair. "Come on, boy, let me help you get up." You offered as the boy hurriedly got back on his feet.
"N-no n-need." He waved you off, backing up to the wall. "I will go." He whispered
"Home?" You questioned as he ran away while you only stood there, looking at him worriedly. "How uncommon." You muttered to yourself as you suddenly heard a panicked yelp around the corner.
"Aww Giorno, the crybaby!" A boy screeched, pulling the boy roughly by the hair, as his friend tripped the younger making the small child fall to the pavement., scratching open his delicate hands.
"You are gross!" The other added, kicking the boy's side as Giorno curled himself into a small ball, protecting his head and stomach. "You are so creepy, staring always like that!" They added laughing as they suddenly felt an intimidating presence behind them.
"What are you boys doing?" You gritted out, switching to Italian as the boys whipped their head to you, sawing you glaring at them coldly.
"Wha-" The louder one began to stumble over his words.
"Where are your parents." You demanded loudly as the boy's looked to each other, before grinning smugly.
"At the bakery across the street." One declared proudly as you saw two women exciting said bakery, walking over to the two boys, who only smirked devilishly before one broke out crying, wailing loudly, catching the attention of his mother.
"Theo~ Goodness what happened are you alright?" She quickly kneeled down in front of him, to look him over for injuries.
"Mama, this guy, suddenly came over to us and began to threaten us." The blonde boy pointed at you as the woman glared at you angrily, standing in front of her son protectively.
"You-"
"Are you alright boy?" You walked past her as her eyes widened in disbelief as you lifted up the shaking Giorno, mumbling softly as the boy, looked you dead in the eye. To anyone else he might have seemed apathic but you saw his hurt as he clung to your hand.
"How dare you-" The mother began to recover from the shock as she pointed a finger at you angrily.
"Have a nice Christmas day." You smiled professionally, as you towered over her as you grabbed her shoulder. "Have a bit more composure, signora, or else neither of you two will have gotten of f with only a warning." You threatened as your eyes flashed golden as she turned ghostly pale.
Moving on, Giorno threw a last glance over his shoulder as he hurried after you, a slight smile one his lips.
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Sitting on the railing to oversee the sea, Giorno still decided to follow behind you, struggling slightly to get up himself, jumping up slightly, only to lose his grip in the last second.
"Are you sure you want to follow a stranger around, boy?" You questioned as he stopped his attempt momentarily as he stayed quiet. "Should you not return home? Tell your parents about those bullies?" You tried to coax him.
"... I do not want to." He admitted timidly as he clenched his tiny fists, looking to the side nervously.
"Won't they be worried?" You inquired further.
"They are not home." He replied immediately.
"They aren't, on Christmas Day?" You questioned a bit confused. "Then why are you not with them?"
"They are aout partying I guess, but I am not sure." He muttered. "Anyways, we have not celebrated anything." He muttered absent mindedly as you stared at him, unsure what to do with the new information you got out of him.
"Would you like to celebrate?" You questioned, smiling slightly as he looked up to you in wonder as the ocean breeze ruffled your short hair, long coat fluttering. "Do you have a curfew? I treat you." You grinned as his breath hitched, as light sun rays hit your face. "What is your name boy? I am Y/N L/N."
"Giorno Giovanna." The black haired boy whispered as he gripped the fabric of his green jacket. Deep inside he had non idea why he was opening up so much, but something told him that you would be his salvation out of that dark hole he used to call a home.
Reaching out your hand for him to take, you got off the railing as his small hands connected with yours.
"Where do you want to go?" You grinned waiting for his response as he pondered slightly. "The toy store? Or a bakery?" You thought out loud as both of you walked down Naple's streets as he suddenly stopped in front of the display window of an old bookstore, something having caught his attention.. "Hmm?" You hummed curiously, following his gaze as he held onto your hand a bit tighter. "Do you want to get it?" You asked as he quickly shook his head, continuing to walk away as you furrowed your eyebrows.
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"I do not have money." He muttered ashamed as both of you decided to stop by a restaurant after hearing his stomach growl loudly.
"But you have to eat something." You pointed out laughing lightly as he looked to the side quietly.
"I am used to it." He admitted as you clenched your fists underneath the table, getting all the implications and it broke your heart. Some people are simply cruel and some could not care and make others suffer. Looking at the small child in front of you made your heart ache as you stood up abrupty, startling Giorno who stared at you wide-eyed as you moved towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He called out to you desperately, jumping off the chair, letting the menu fall to the ground as you stopped dead in your tracks as his small figure bumped into yours.
"Your name is Giorno Giovanna, yes?" You questioned as he nodded his head in confusion as you patted his head. "Just sit back down and order everything you want, everything you can not eat let them pack it up for you to take home, I will come back in ten minutes." You reassured him smiling as you waved over the astonished waiter who greeted you warmly, recognizing you from your various visits.
"What can I do for you?" The man smiled gently as you stepped to the side revealing the nervous boy. "If you could, could you tend to this young signore?" You chuckled. "Everything he asks for will be covered." You promised as he looked at you with an open mouth.
"But-"
"I will return in a few minutes, I have some business to finish first." You muttered, exiting before Giorno could comprehend what just happened.
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Being led to a small table near the large window, did nothing to calm the boy down, who time and time again, stared at the entry, hoping to see you again... He had chosen this restaurant because he remembered it from the wedding of his mother as they had celebrated here. Sitting there fretting, he did not dare to order as the waiter was visibly uneasy being around the silent boy.
"Are you sure, you do not want to order?" He repeatedly asked as the boy only stared at his lap, not understanding what the man was trying to say. Sighing the waiter was about to give up, ruffling his black hair as Giorno looked out of the window, waiting for your return, with a quivering bottom lip.
Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw you in front of the window, holding a small shopping bag, conversing with a man dressed in black before he bowed, disappearing into the next street.
Turning around to the boy, he stared at you as you waved him through the glass, grinning widely as you lifted up the bag gesturing towards it as Giorno pointed at himself surprised.
Laughing you nodded as you gestured for him to just stay there. Just a moment later the door of the restaurant opened as you took long strides inside, walking towards him.
"You are back." He muttered relieved as you sat down in front of him, putting the bag in front of the curious child.
"I promised, didn't I?" You pointed out, clapping your hands together as you pulled out a wrapped gift. "This is for you." You presented it to him as he took it in awe, staring at it not sure what to think. "I hope I got the right one~"
"Thank you." He whispered, as his fingers trailed along the green package and silver frills.
"You can open it." You encouraged him as he nodded, carefully unwrapping it as he became silent.
"Do you like it?" Leaning forward you observed Giorno's reaction as he took out a book about the basics of flora and fauna, the one he stared at not too long ago through the shop window. "And I also got you an edition for the basics of conversation, for learning Italian." You muttered, pulling out the next one, which was unwrapped already. "But I thought that it might come over a bit weird alone." You grinned, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly as the boy finally faced you, a precious smile on his face as he lit up in joy.
Ordering your food, and various deserts he might enjoy, you stared at him happily as he chugged down the hot chocolate, munching on the food while he slowly opened up to you, flipping through the pages of the books as you began to teach him a few basics.
Green eyes followed your fingers across the pages as he listened to your every word, when it came to the translation from Italian to Japanese. Never before did he feel so happy, sitting here inside the restaurant listening to your calming voice. He might have heard of cheesy stories when he was in Japan, staring at the display of the old TV, but never before did he imagine that he would find his own Christmas miracle.
In that moment he decided that he was never going to leave you, he was finally feeling warm...
Christmas Special Speedwagon (1890)
"Another booze!" The rowdy voice of a few British gentlemen cried out as they raised their glasses. In between the jolly crowd were two familiar figures idly chatting on their table of the Londoner pub.
"Speedwagon I tell you, when we actually move to America next year, we will have to look for oil fields." You tried to convince him. "Oil is high in the market right now, we will be able to elevate or position not only in Europe but worldwide." You argued.
"But why going across the Atlantic? You have so many connections all across Europe and Asia, shouldn't we try to deepen those connections?" Robert E. O. Speedwagon began to protest, slurring his words slightly after taking another shot.
"If we want to make more connections we first need power and influence, therefore we need money. And my fortune is not actually sustainable but build up more over each generation. We need a stable monetary income." You tried.
"And therefore you plan on abandoning me in the middle of the desert?"
"I already told you, I am not abandoning you, I will let you investigate while I build up the station." You huffed, crossing your arms, actually grateful now that the crowd was so loud today. Had you stayed at the rebuild Joestar mansion, both of you would have certainly become emotional. The other option would have been Erina's Londoner townhouse, but with George and Elizabeth being so young, both of you thought ,it would have been better to spend the rest of the night a few streets away at the pub as to not to wake them.
"And I think, we both drank too much." Speedwagon muttered, groaning as he buried his face in his hands. "I think we should head back now to the townhouse. Erina will be worried." He added as you agreed, standing back up as you threw Speedwagon's arm over our shoulder as both of you made your way outside.
Kicking open the door, both of you stared at the snow falling from the night sky as a few street lamps illuminated the street as you two made your way through the white snow.
"We will have to dry the boots in front of the fireplace as soon as we get back." Speedwagon mumbled as you only nodded your head, stopping in front of the door as it suddenly flung open, startling you two.
"Where have you two been?" Erina stood in front of you, arms crossed as she looked at you two scolding you. "I thought when you said, you two would go on a walk, that you would return in about an hour, not two and not three later!" She hissed. "It is nearly two in the morning, do you know how worried I was?" She muttered as she let both of you inside, brushing off the accumulated snow from both of your coats a bit more strongly than usual.
"We apologize Mrs Joestar." Speedwagon bowed his head in embarrassment as you only calmed the woman down apologetically.
"I will head to bed know."Erina announced. "The children are sleeping already, so you will have to be a bit quieter." She reminded you as he excused herself, walking up the stairs as you and Speedwagon headed towards the living room, passing the candle-lit Christmas tree, seeing your reflections in the colorful glass before sitting down in the armchairs in front of the fireplace, warming your hands as you threw in another block of wood, watching the flames dance as the man sunk deeper into the cushioning.
Under the Christmas tree were the many packaged presents for the next morning, all wrapped with silver silk ribbons.
"Speedwagon, since it is technically the next morning, what about we give each other a part of our presents now?" Suggesting your intrusive thoughts, Speewagon only chuckled, nodding along, still a bit lightheaded.
"Surely." He agreed as you walked over to the Christmas tree. "I am sure you might have already guessed it, but it actually the first time I receive a present." He muttered. "Live in Ogre Street was the complete opposite, people like us, could only linger in each other's company and stay quiet, making small fires and torches as we hoped to survive the winter." He trailed off reminiscing. "I still cannot believe that my life took such a strong turn when meeting you and Jonathan Joestar." He chuckled, taking of his chequered top hat, letting it rest on his la as you looked at him warmly.
"I am grateful to have met you as well Speedwagon." You smiled, pulling out a small package, as you gave it to him as he gawked at it, untying it. "Do you like it?" You asked smugly as he stared at it.
"It is perfume, Y/N! It is too expensive!" he began to panic.
"That is the drunken man speaking right now." You whispered leaning close, hand on his shoulders. "The sober one would realize that you are deserving of it."
"You are lying, milady." He stuttered embarrassed at the close proximity as your leg brushed his as he leaned his head back.
"I am." You smirked, backing up as he clutched his jacket right over his heart.
"You will give me heart problems if you keep this up." He stuttered, fighting down thee blush over his face.
"I do have that effect on people sometimes." You admitted winking as he began coughing nervously, getting up as well to take out his present for you to take.
"This is mine." He muttered as you unboxed it with care, golden eyes widening as he smiled sheepishly. "I took the liberty to do some research on your family and found this on the black market." He admitted. "I hope it is authentic, but it is said to have been the jewelry of Sylvia L/N." He trailed off as you stared at the rubies that adorned the ring with the family crest, twirling it in your hand in the dim firelight.
"It is authentic." You muttered, feeling your voice break. "I kissed her hand too often to not identify it. She was my beloved grandmother from my father's side, the L/N." You felt tears welling up in your eyes as he enveloped you in a warm embrace, letting you be comforted.
"Merry Christmas Y/N." Speedwagon whispered as you finally showed your vulnerable side in front of him and as he saw you crying in his arms, he promised to give the world to you.
Christmas Special Dio(1887)
Christmas has usually been the most distasteful experience all year for a certain Brando and in his opinion it only got worse after entering the Joestar mansion. Before his father would hit him without mercy or send him, even as a young boy out in the streets to buy him more booze. It has been years since arriving there, as he was now attending university together with the dark blue haired Joestar brat. Scarlet eyes looked over to the thin glass window of the mansion's carriage, mostly because he could not stand the joyful chatter Jonathan shared with you or his father on your way to London's Westminster Abbey.
Furrowing his eyebrows he stubbornly stared at the passing white flocks falling from the clouded grey sky as the young blonde adult tapped his chin deep in thought as his eyes occasionally fluttered over to your silent figure.
You meanwhile adjusted your black tie, after putting down your top hat on your lap, sighing as you awaited another hour of sitting in the carriage next to Dio, wanting to spare Jonathan the surely traumatizing experience.
"Y/N, are you really set on not visiting church today, of all days?" The head of the Joestar family pressed.
"Despite me coming from a British noble family, I am most certainly not acting like one." You replied stoically as Dio smirked at you making you ignore him promptly. "Additionally, the church would most likely be disappointed if I showed up without appropriate attire." You chuckled slightly, gesturing to your long coat and suit. "You may know it best first-hand. They will not say it in front of all the nobles, but they would certainly hold it against me in the future." You smiled, golden eyes flashing. "And I certainly am in no need for more enemies right now."
"I humbly apologize; it was thoughtless of me to ask." George whispered. "Well, I was just thinking that they would have made an exception for you-"
"Thank you George that is enough." You cut him off briskly as he pursed his lips slightly, genuinely feeling bad.
"I will listen to the ordeal from outside." You promised silently.
"But Y/N-" Jonathan protested silently, leaning forward. "You might catch a cold." He whispered visibly worried.
"No need to worry, just like every year, I will just wait patiently." You grinned. "The maids made sure that I will not freeze to death." Snickering, you let your head fall back as Dio stared at you quietly before turning his head to the side again. "Especially, since the entire household, plans on decorating the entire place and making a feast for our return."
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Hearing the squeaking of the carriage's door, all four of you snapped your attention to the coachman, opening them for you, as Dio shoved his way outside first, reaching out his hand for you to take.
In all honesty you disliked him with your entire being, and it has not changed the moment he set foot in the Joestar's mansion, hurting Danny first, Erina and even Jonathan himself, but since he has kept quiet the past years, you had grown more wary of him as he now towered above you with his one hundred ninety five centimeter tall frame.
"Y/N." His voice spoke up next to you as you finally snapped out of it, taking his hand, for him not to lose face as your long black coat fluttered behind you.
The harsh cold wind nearly cut into your face as you squinted your eyes, seeing freezing noble women nearly sprinting inside the enormous building in front of you, while the other noblemen quickly followed behind, none of them taking enough time to greet another properly anymore.
"I assume they are remembering etiquette when they get inside." You frowned as you noticed Jonathan helping out his father, both of them shuddering at the sudden change in temperature. "I guess I will not have to even keep up appearances any longer."
"Y/N, you also have the option to wait inside the carriage if you want to." Jonathan tried again, but you only waved him off, insisting to wait outside.
"Then, you should have waited back at the mansion." Dio's harsh voice cut through the silence as he glared between you two. Chuckling lowly to yourself, Jonathan threw a last unsure glance over his shoulder as his father ushered the two young men inside, Dio only clicking his tongue in annoyance.
Waiting outside in the freezing cold, might not have been your perfect Christmas evening, but it sure beats dealing with squealing admirers during the ceremony.
Moving across the square, you felt the snow storm easing up as your heavy boots left imprints on the white powdery ground, as you leaned against the fence, hearing the organ playing in full blast, hearing the boys choir lovely voices even from outside as the candle-lit streetlamps illuminated the empty place.
"Everybody seems to be in church now." You muttered to yourself, looking over your shoulders, observing the snow fall gently, like flower petals, to the dirty pavement, noticing a few strays hush between the houses into unseen alleyways, as you suddenly felt a firm hand on your left shoulder.
"You-"
"Dio, what are you doing outside?" You sighed in disappointment as you faced the pale blonde in front of you. "Should you not have taken a place next to Mister Joestar?" You inquired in exasperation.
"You should know that I am not much of a believer in my own right." Dio stated calmly, an evil glint appearing in his eyes, but before you got the chance to even decipher it, it was gone. "And I thought, you might like my company, you seemed lonely, even after you dressed yourself up? For whom I might ask?" He leaned closer smirking.
"It is Christmas, so of course I put in more effort, and I certainly do mind your company, therefore I ask you to go back inside and listen to the ceremony, Dio Brando." You spat coldly as he broke into a maniacally laughter, startling a few crows that looked for refuge inside the small cracks of Westminster Abbey's impressive frontier ornaments.
"Y/N, you must be joking." He grinned as he came closer, leaning towards your next.
"I assure you, I am not." You answered professionally, snatching his wrist that was about to move to your face.
"Oh, I am just jesting. No need to be so defensive~" He snickered, but in the end he was not able to mask the slight hurt he felt deep in his heart.
"I bet if Jojo, was in my place, you would welcome him with open arms." Dio muttered full of hate.
"No, I would tell him the same as I did previously, to get inside and stay put." You shrugged him off, looking at the darkening sky in comfortable.
"Y/N? May I inquire something?" Dio asked after a long pause, hearing the choir start a new song, masking his surprise.
"Go on, however, I am quite convinced that you would not have listened to my answer anyways."
"Y/N, are you a believer?" He questioned, suddenly very serious. "As you are immortal, I am not quite sure, if you find the need to believe in anything, except the mortal world."
"That is quite a philosophical question, Dio." You laughed out. "Well, as to answer your question, I am not sure if there is a God, but if there is he hates me as he quite literally locks me out of heaven, refraining me to see my loved ones, if that is what you mean. However, it does not mean anything in all honesty. Religion is very complicated as well as quite natural for many people. I am not going to preach anything, but that if I believe or not does not really matter in a sense that I am my own person. Does that answer your question?"
"Not at all." Dio laughed breathily, joining you in gazing at the dark sky, noticing the first stars as the time passed by. His hands were already numb as he shoved them briskly in his coats' pockets. "Y/N, could I give you a present someday?" He asked as you turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
"No surprises Dio." You reminded him sternly as his scarlet eyes focused on your golden ones as he drew closer.
"I hear you complain a lot about not being able to attain HEAVEN, Y/N." He whispered softly, caressing your sharp jaw line. "What if I promise you that I will try to find a way to gift you HEAVEN someday?"
"I would call you delusional." You admitted in all honesty. "This world in itself has too many mysteries uncovered, so much to still see. With me being immortal, how do you a normal human try to achieve that?"
"Like you said, there are still many mysteries in this world and I am young, there is a lot of time to discover. So if I would find a way someday, would you be grateful for my present?" He questions as the bells rang loudly, marking the end of the Christmas ceremony as you heard the loud creaking of the wooden pews from inside and the shuffling of countless feet on the floor.
"In all honesty, I do not know." You stared at him as you were taken off guard by the intensity in his scarlet eyes...
To be continued->