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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 1

After his Father "generously gave" the teenager a whopping amount of money Josuke finds himself vacationing in beautiful southern Italy.

However, being the trouble magnet he is, he ends up getting caught in Famiglia affairs.

Being so far from his home and his friends, Josuke needs to make some powerful allies to help him out of this mess...

(Chapter 1: Culture shock)

"--and remember to-"

"Yes Mom. I know." Josuke sighed into the phone, rolling his eyes. "I've got everything on me. You know I can protect myself."

They'd had this exact same phone conversation at every other airport he had called from so far. By now the teenager had memorized it all and knew exactly what his Mother was going to say.

Standing in the airport of Naples Italy wouldn't make a difference.

"Ok. But just be careful Josuke. Italy is so far from here." She said over the background clatter. "And you don't even know any Italian."

There was a crackle over the phone as she sighed, he could hear the sounds of dishes clinking in the background followed by running water.

He almost had to plug his other ear to drown out the loud voice on the intercom so he could hear her talking.

"...I know Tonio."

"That joke was horrible, Josuke."

If there wasn't the sound of dishes still being done, he would've been sure his Mother had hung up on him.

There were no words exchanged for at least a full 10 seconds and with each passing second the teenager tried harder and harder to contain every giggle that tried to escape his lips, waiting with baited breath on her reaction.

The teenager couldn't hold in his laughter anymore, wheezing a little as he leaned on the glass wall of the phonebooth.

"I know." He cackled. "But it's kinda true. Tonio told me so much about Italy! It can't be that bad here..."

A change of scenery would do him good. Especially after all he had been through in the past little while with all that serial killer mess.

He had been daydreaming about this trip, this place, but most importantly; the cuisine, for almost a month now.

After his Father so generously "gave" him his wallet upon departure of Morioh, Josuke Higashikata decided it was time for him to see some of the world.

It was definitely time for a vacation and what better place to visit than the country with food that made Okuyasu and him squabble over every single morsel cooked and served to them by Tonio.

He earned a punch to the shoulder however from Okuyasu after telling him the news. His friend wasn't spiteful however and laughed, telling him that he could finally have Tonio and his fine chef skills all to himself while he was away.

Neither of them had really looked at "normal" food that same way after tasting fine Italian food so he couldn't think of a better place to go for some rest and relaxation.

He had also heard that Italy held some beautiful sights.

Josuke promised to bring him home a shitload of souvenirs anyways. He was also considering getting something for Koichi and his Mom back home.

There was another crackle over the phone along with the running water in the background suddenly being turned off, making it a little easier to hear the woman as she spoke.

"If you say so..."

It also made it easier to hear the undeniable concern lacing her tone however.

"Say, what time is it over there anyways Mom?" He questioned, mostly out of curiosity, but also for the sake of taking his Mothers mind off of any worries she held for him.

"Just after 5." She answered with a hum, the sound of a plug being pulled and a draining sink accompanying it.

"Oh wow!" He blinked, peering out off the glass booth to squint at the overly large clock of the airport terminal. "It's only 10AM over here."

"If you're going to call home, please do it around this time Josuke." She told him, a laugh lacing her voice as she spoke. "I wouldn't appreciate being woken up by the phone at 3AM."

The Highschooler laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. He should probably write that down just in case he forgot, the last thing he wanted was to be screamed at by his Mother over the phone for waking her up in the middle of the night.

"Right..." he murmured. "Anyways. I should probably go now Mom. I'll call you from a Hotel or something tomorrow."

"Ok Josuke."

He could hear her hesitation to let him go in her voice alone.

"I'll be fine. I love you Mom. Talk soon!"

"I love you too."

He hung up the phone at last, a small smile gracing his lips.

Gripping the handle of his luggage tightly, he stepped out of the booth with his head held high.

He was worried about his Mother too of course. She was going through a lot too, especially when she was still grieving for his Grandfather.

However, once he was in possession of his newly aquired money (not stolen! Where would you get that idea?) He had given her a good portion of it and told her to spend the time he was away getting her nails done or treating herself in anyway she saw fit. She needed this little break as much as he did.

"Time to find a cab."

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Easier said than done.

Here he was on a sidewalk, finally into the City after nearly 2 hours of waiting for an open taxi to take him from the airport to the city, his pompador all in a stressful ruffle over the whole ordeal.

His eyes darted back and forth between the outstretched hand of the driver and the meter on the dashboard.

"120 000 Lira?!" He squawked at the cab driver, his aquamarine eyes going wide in their sockets as the man held out his hand before him.

Josuke wasn't exactly a mathematician, but he knew enough to know that amount was absurd! "Th-there's gotta be some mistake, sir! You only drove me to the edge of the city."

This was highway robbery (no pun intended), there was no way it could've been that much!

The taxi driver had rolled his eyes at him and told him otherwise, demanding he pay up or he'd drag him straight to the Police Officers who were standing idle near the Cab on the streetcorner.

Josuke peered into his wallet with a sigh from where he sat on the curb. Damnit. He'd have to think twice about taking another cab. He only had so much money to blow, necessary expenses like food and hotelrooms were his main priority, and he still needed a ticket home to Japan when all of this was over.

He'd just have to settle for walking the entire time he was here.

He tucked his wallet away safely, flicking out a comb and began to straighten out the poof of hair he so adored. He'd have to put some more hairspray in it later if things kept going like this, good thing he packed 8 whole cans.

His Lunchhour.

He stood up, grabbing his suitcase once more and keeping it close to his side.

"Well... I guess it's time to find a hotel." He mused. His thoughts were interrupted however by a punctuating growl of his stomach. He hadn't eaten much on the plane at all and from the position of the overhead sun, he could tell it was noontime.

"Ooh." He breathed, a hand moving to his stomach in surprise. "I'm running on empty..."

However, maybe it was better to ask for directions.

He supposed a Hotel would have to wait. What he really needed right now was a restaurant.

From all the stories Tonio told him about Italian cuisine and the entire culture behind it, he was sure it wouldn't be too hard to find one of those around here.

"Um- excuse me--" he tried to grab the attention of a passing man. The guy kept on walking without even giving him a side glance.

Another man approached him from behind and Josuke turned, stepping in front of him somewhat to gain his attention.

"Er... oh! Sir! A moment please, I'm--"

There went another one, very much like the first.

"Excuse me sir, could you tell me--" he started again. The man stopped in his tracks, nearly bumping right into Josuke.

"Ey! What gives?!"

"Outta my way, bastardo!"

The Highschool student barely had a chance to blink before the guy was right in his face, a fierce scowl pulling on his face.

If looks could kill, Josuke would be getting murdered in that moment.

The man grunted and shoved him further out of his way, balling his fists and grumbling to himself, too low for Josuke to hear, but the teen knew it was all in fluent Italian.

He held up his free hand in surrender, backing up and out of the way of the angry stranger.

"S-Sorry sir!" He practically squeaked. "I... I didn't mean to bother you!"

He rubbed his arm, a frown found its way to his face as he watched the furious mans back.

Sheesh. And here he thought he had been in a rough town back in Japan.

Maybe he should just start walking...

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He was starting to wish he took some language courses with Koichi in this years last term.

Or maybe he could've learned some basic words and stuff from Tonio, the man always seemed eager to share in the wonders of his culture after all.

Or maybe he could've not been an absolute dumbass and bought an Italian to English dictionary to use.

Or worse.

Josuke had been walking up and down the streets for nearly an hour, passing by buildings and signs galore, none of which he could read.

He was tempted to stop another stranger to ask what any of them meant, or even just plain ask where the nearest restaurant was, but he didn't want to get screamed at again.

Staring at the signs like a toddler who didn't know how to read but was trying made it all the worse.

"This is hopeless..." he grumbled, kicking at the sidewalk, sending a small stone bouncing down the white concrete.

He was actually contemplating calling his Mother again to ask her what he should do.

Maybe he could even call Tonio. Or Koichi. Or Okuyasu. Or his Nephew. Or fuck, ANYONE at this point.

Maybe he shouldn't have traveled alone and brought one of them along...

He had a feeling this was going to be a long day and he dug in his coat, whipping out his comb again. His pompadour was getting all ruffled again.

"Ei, tu."

He paused. Did someone... speak to him?

"Um... Hello?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you say something?"

Frowning, he turned to locate the voice, finding himself facing an alleyway that lead off the street.

A figure stood there, leaned against the brick wall of a building, their eyes gleaming at him. There were others too, just two others, all of them looking at him.

The one closest to the alley entrance, a tall thinner male, looked him up and down, "Sei il ragazzo?" A question of some sort.

The one who spoke sported disheveled brown hair and clothes that were even more so, with strange sunken in eyes that seemed to hold a never ending stare. His two friends were not much different, they all had that same stare and it was locked firmly onto him.

Josuke frowned a little deeper, he didn't really understand what the man wad saying. Did he want something? Or maybe... was he trying to help him?

The Highschool student looked around before stepping into the alley, closing the distance between him and the group.

"Um... I'm sorry I don't understand." He flashed an awkward smile, looking between the three men hoping that someone could understand him or at least translate. "Can any of you help...?"

It sort of reminded Josuke of when he ate his Lunch at the neighborhood park back in Morioh.

The dogs that hung out around there would all approach him, then sit and watch, with their ears up and their backs straight, unblinking and expecting him to give them a piece of his sandwich.

He always thought it was a little creepy, but it was even creepier somehow to see it in a person.

The brown haired one pointed to the suitcase he held, "É questo?" That sounded like another question to him.

This was getting nowhere. He heaved out a sigh, throwing his hands up as he began to back away. "Sorry. I have no idea what you're saying... I-I really got to go."

The more he backed up, the more the blankness of stares seemed to disolve into... anger?

Yeah, suddenly these guys were looking pissed. All three of them were staring even more intensely into him, most especially the brown haired one.

"Prendetelo!" One of the others barked.

"Dacci le maledette droghe, cazzone!" The brunet man screeched and Josuke realized there was a fist coming for him. He stepped back quickly, the closed hand swooping loudly through the air, barely gracing his chest.

What was happening? Why were these men suddenly after him? Josuke barely had the time to consider the options of running away or trying to talk his way out of all of this mess before he was suddenly on the ground.

"Darlo a noi!"

They tried to pull the leather bag from his grasp and he pulled back harder, now full on clutching it to his chest as the fists now rained down on him.

Josuke couldn't even cry out. Everything was happening all at once. His thoughts were loud and his heartbeat was louder. The noise around him had gone to nothing but whitenoise. His only thought was to not let them take his suitcase.

And then... it all stopped. Just as quickly as it happened.

The teenager opened his eyes to find that all the kicking and punching had ceased on him. One of the men was on the ground and there was another person standing over them, yelling into his face.

But here he was. Defending a fucking stranger from a group of junkies.

Leone Abbacchio hated getting involved with common street fights. He hated it especially more when he was supposed to NOT be fighting someone today.

It was his day off after all. Bucciarati told him he could spend his time how he wanted it and he wanted some alone time.

All the Mafioso wanted to do was listen to his damn music and get some lunch when he noticed this damn idiot (obviously a tourist) trying to converse with the men.

'Just keep walking.' He tried to tell himself over and over, trying to pacify the unease building in him.

It wasn't his affair.

This was their problem.

He was a bystander.

He wasn't even in the alley.

He was on his way somewhere.

He shouldn't even give it a passing glance....

And then he watched the punk get knocked to the ground.

Now here he was, kicking the shit out of a damn dirty junkie.

Josuke winced at he the sound of a fist hitting hard against a nose, the crackle of bone filling his ears.

"FUCK OFF!"

One of the men who had been attacking him came up behind the silver haired figure and threw his arms around him in an attempt to pull him down.

Abbacchio didn't even flinch and hauled the man forward, bending so he came right over his head and smacked into the brunet who was holding the nose that was gushing with red blood.

He definitely owned up to his name then and there because to Josuke his gruff and booming voice was like the roar of a powerful Lion.

That was all it took. All three of them were clamoring to their feet and booking it down towards the other end of the alley.

It sort of reminded Josuke of that time he broke that seniors nose.

Thank God his hair was still ok though, after checking quickly he sighed in pure relief. That was truly what mattered to him, along with his luggage.

His eyes turned to his savior and he slowly got up from the hard ground, wincing as he did.

He was definitely going to hurt in the morning. He could already feel a bruise spotting on the center of his back.

"Th... Thank you." He spoke at last watching as the new stranger turned to face him at last. "I just wanted to ask for directions but I didn't know what they wanted..."

The duel coloured eyes of the man burned into him as he looked over him, making the high schooler start to sweat under the penetrating gaze.

"You... seem familiar." Abbacchio said at length. He had seen someone before with the same kinda face, he was sure of it. He squinted at the Highschool student as he wracked his brain for answers.

The teenager was sure of that. He was sure he would've remembered this man purely by the way he looked, let alone the strong and intimidating presence that radiated off him, if he had even glanced in his direction before.

Josuke blinked, his expression not unlike a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming car.

"Um... we've never met before."

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. "Tch. No shit." He spat. "I've never seen you before either stronzo. You just seem kinda familiar."

Josuke winced slightly, averting his eyes to the ground lamely.

"Sorry."

He really hoped this guy could take a joke. He just got off the ground and didn't want to be thrown back down onto it.

He really was. For what exactly, he wasn't sure, but apologies always spilled from your lips in these kind of situations, regardless of whether you did something or not.

He broke off into an awkward laugh, shrugging as he struggled to meet the mans gaze. "I'm the only one I know who has such stylish hair like this so I don't know what would seem familiar to you."

"Whatever." The Goth finally said, shaking his head. "Judging by what just happened I can tell you're not from around here. You a tourist or something kid?"

Abbacchio folded his arms, looking him up and down again, making him painfully aware of more sweat beading on his neck.

This man was so hard to read to Josuke, kind of like his nephew in that way, he had no idea what the hell he was thinking.

"Oh sure am!" Josuke smiled brightly, a little more at ease. This guy was making some small talk with him, which was usually a step in a good direction.

A direction where he hoped he wouldn't get beat up and almost mugged again...

"I'm kinda on a vacation. I got some money and decided I wanted to see the world..." He rocked on his heels a little, studying the man before him just as much as he was him. "You live around here?"

"You could say that..." Abbacchio hummed, glancing back towards the street. "I don't exactly have a home but I live here."

"Oh!" Josuke had to refrain himself from covering his mouth after letting out that noise in surprise. He averted his gaze, absentmindedly scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh." He said, much softer this time, feeling very awkward. If only he had the ability to make the ground swallow him up. "I'm sorry...."

Leone offered no response.

"Do you like... have a place to sleep at least? Like at nights?"

"Yeah. I tend to move around a lot though." He answered vaguely. Best to keep all that extra information to himself. This brat didn't need to know the ins and outs of his life.

He nodded this time, because he did. He mostly slept at Bucciarati's house, whether upstairs in one of the guestrooms or on the mans couch downstairs.

Sometimes when out on missions, whether alone or with the others, he checked into a hotel (sometimes a Motel) and stayed there.

Other times he slept in the back of a van while on the road to or from said missions.

At least he wasn't drinking himself to death somewhere in the gutter anymore...

He turned his gaze back to Josuke who seemed a little more at ease hearing his words. He narrowed his eyes, "You're not.... in the Famiglia? Are you?"

Josuke blinked a few times. The.... what?

"Fam-eel-e-ah?"

That alone answered his question.

Who the hell other than a Mafioso sported a fucking pompadour?!

Raising one pointed eyebrow, he looked the kid over again. He never would've guessed he wasn't associated because he certainly dressed like a Mafioso.

What with that black coat adorned with those shiny golden hearts, not to mention the peace sign and the anchor as well, and that hair...

This twerp apparently...

Abbacchio huffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Nevermind. Just... watch yourself Kid. More importantly, watch your wallet."

Oh Christ! His wallet! He might've dropped it in that scuffle! Those bastards might've took it!

Josuke panicked, hands instinctively slapping his pockets in a frantic search. Ah! It was there! As soon as his hand found the bulge in his pocket, he let out a breath as relief washed over him like a warm tidalwave on the beach.

"Oh- yeah, yeah... of course." He breathed. "Th-Thanks for reminding me-" here he paused, his pale blue eyes blinking. "I never... got your name."

To his own surprise, Abbacchio complied.

"Abbacchio." He said. "Leone Abbacchio."

"Abbacchio..." Josuke tested the name out, bobbing his head as he idly scratched his chin. "Ha! Cool name. I'm Josuke Higashikata, I actually come from Japan."

The dawny eyed mans frown deepened as he contemplated telling him that his last name literally just meant "lambchop", a far cry from "cool" if you asked him, but he thought better of it.

Yeah. There was no way in Hell Abbacchio was going to try and take a crack at repeating that last name. He'd be there all day.

Just "Josuke" would have to do.

"Japan, huh?" He said aloud, more to himself than Josuke, stroking his chin in thought. "I hear the streets are much nicer there..."

The events of the past couple of months suddenly came flooding back all at once to Josuke. How he and his friends had been attacked left and right, going against all odds, all on a search to hunt down their towns serial killer.

The blaring siren of that Ambulance still haunted him in his sleep and he woke up in a cold sweat each time there came the sound of a head being popped each time it replayed in his head.

He laughed a little, forcing a smile on his face as a hand swept through his hair. "Yeah... you could say that."

Now desperate to change the subject, he decided to steer the conversation to something much lighter. Something that didn't make him remember a massacre.

Or a hand-fetishing serial killer getting his head squashed like a grape.

"You've... got quite the fashion sense." He commented, pointing to the mans open coat lined with laces and purple lipstick maybe a little rudely. "I like your eyeliner."

Leone hardly batted an eye (a well lined eye at that) at his words. If anything, he was surprised the kid didn't outright say anything like "ARE YOU A GOTH?!"

He was quite used to that one, even if the answer was yes it was still irritating.

Besides... that one little girl on the bus that time told him he looked pretty. And that was enough for him.

Or there was always the "Why are you wearing makeup? You're a MAN!"

Now that one always made him fucking furious. Just because he was "a man" didn't make any damn difference. Makeup was to make you look good so it was for everyone.

"Thanks." He huffed. Though his voice hadn't lost any of that gruffness, he truly was thankful for a genuine compliment. "I like your coat."

He wasn't quite like Koichi however. The silver haired teenager thst only came up to his hip wore his heart on his sleeve everywhere he went.

Josuke, very unlike Abbacchio who seemed indifferent to it all, blushed at the praise. His friends always told him he was very expressive and that was true.

When he was happy he walked with bounce in his step, when he was sad it all came out in tears and when he was angry... oh... he was told the sight wasn't very pretty.

"Ah, thanks. It's my school uniform, I really like it."

Here Abbacchios eyebrows shot right up, a frown twinging at the corners of his mouth. A school uniform? This kid must have been living some kind of high life, or maybe at least went to a pretty decent school, if this was just a plain old uniform.

He pursed his lips, the punk kind of reminded him of a stand-user. He had a hunch.

"I see..." he hummed, folding his arms across his chest. "You really are still just a kid then."

Bucciarati often said that stand-users (natural or otherwise) tended to gravitate towards one another. Like "strings of fate" or some cliché sounding shit.

But maybe it was possible. This kid wasn't a Mafioso... but he could very well have powers.

Like lightning striking, Josukes expression changed again. His eyebrows went together and his lips into a sort of a pout.

"I'm 16." He told the man, trying to sound as rough and tough at least as half as this stranger was (Abbacchio quirked an eyebrow, looking completely unfazed at his attempt however, probably because he just watched him get beat up). "Besides. I think I'm pretty mature..."

"I won't call you a kid if you don't call me an old man. Deal?"

This kid was starting to kinda sound like Mista. However if the punk started spewing shit about how the number 4 was unlucky, he would get as far away as possible.

He half chuckled (it was more of an exhale), coloured lips quirking somewhat into a smirk.

Josuke shrugged, uncrossing his arms as his lips pulled into a smirk of their own, cocking an eyebrow at the other.

"Hmm, depends. How old are you?" He questioned, almost playfully. The man must have been at least approaching his 30's but he wasn't sure.

"Well into my 20's." Abbacchio grunted, keeping his exact age number vague to the young teen. "But I've seen more shit than other people do in a lifetime."

For all he know he really could be an old man. He had white hair after all and certainly had the gruffness of an older man.

Maybe he was hiding some wrinkles under that makeup or something?

Only in his 20's? Jeeze... he believed that last part. Most especially when the dawny eyes suddenly locked onto his, staring at him with all seriousness.

"Listen to me, I don't really care what the Hell you do, but when you get out of school... stay away from the bad stuff. You hear me?"

Josuke swallowed, his mouth now felt way too dry, and he nodded to the man almost knowingly. He had been through some bads too... however, he couldn't help but wonder how much similarities there were between him and Abbacchio.

Leone huffed quietly, giving the kid one more solemn nod, before turning on his heel and quietly going on his way down the alley, out towards the street.

The teenager watched him go, feeling painfully out of place all of a sudden, like a puzzle piece that had been jammed into the wrong spot.

"Uh- hey!"

He didn't even realize that he had called out until Abbacchio halted in his tracks, turning to look at him with a deep frown.

Josuke fidgeted on the spot, stuffing his hands in his pockets to avoid fumbling with them out in the open and look somewhat composed under the older mans stare.

Once again, Leone Abbacchio found himself feeling surprised.

"Uhh..." he cleared his throat, trying to focus his thoughts clear enough to speak without stuttering.

"This might sound kinda weird but -uh... you wanna... like grab a coffee or something?" He smiled sheepishly at the man whose expression didn't change. "I mean, you just kinda saved my skin back there and you seem pretty cool. I don't have anybody traveling with me and... we could like... talk more? Ah- only if you don't mind!"

Ah, fuck it. He had already gone out of his way.

Normally when he was out and about and people were forced to interact with him in any way, shape or form, they tended to want to get as far away as possible, as quickly as possible.

Hell, he had people practically jump out of his way sometimes when he was just walking down the street.

Plus, he was getting hungry.

He nodded to Josuke.

Josuke was now jogging up to him, the man swore he saw stars in the teens eyes to match his bright smile.

Tonio definitely didn't tell him that part about Italy...

He wasn't even sure if he had even been that long here in Italy.

Josuke did his best to keep up, Abbacchios steps were long and deliberate making him quite fast for a man who was just taking a stroll, keeping just a little behind him to avoid bumping shoulders with the people on the streets.

Abbacchio started down the alley again, waving him to follow.

"Comrades, huh?" He laughed a little. "What? You in a gang or something?"

It was meant to be a joke. Something to get his newest companion to roll his eyes and give a half-hearted chuckle. Josuke felt his stomach become as heavy as a brick when Abbacchio swiveled his head to look at him, his white hair flinging slightly over his shoulder as he stared him in the face.

The teen wondered briefly if his new ally would suddenly beat him up like those dealers tried to do and he gulped, preparing to turn tail and run as fast as he could down the street.

The former policeman frowned deeply. Did this stronzo know nothing about the mean Italian streets? The Mafia? Of fucking course he was in a Gang, did he think he was just a streetwalking freak that kicked the shit out of druggies and junkies alike for fun?

Abbacchio leaned closer, his expression radiating all seriousness.

"S-Sorry..." he muttered somewhat lamely, his voice so quiet Abbacchio probably wouldn't have heard him if he weren't so close.

Any idiot would know the true meaning to that answer and Josuke didn't consider himself an idiot.

The man grunted in response and simply kept walking, no more was said as Josuke continued to followed him down the street to this supposed spot.

On the bright side of things... he now reminded him even more of his nephew Jotaro.

Even if it wasn't in a good way...

More importantly, he was finally going to get something to eat.

#Diamante d’Italia #josuke higashitaka

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Chapter 6

If it comes to keep pretending, its getting harder everyday

Shay

“Oh so now you talking to me... Now I exist all of a sudden.” Keith said to me after we walked to his room. It was almost 3AM and he woke up to let me in. I let Kammy use my room so here I am. I honestly would have been here regardless, I always sleep next to Keith after a long night of partying. He knows this.

“To be real, you were the one ignoring me this whole weekend. So do not start. Hello to you too, thanks for letting me in. Tonight was pretty whack, but it was still cool.” I said to him as I began to take my clothes off.

“So you’re here because your night was weak, ha. Got it. You drunk?” He asked, finally looking at me.

“No, just a little tipsy if anything. Do you not want me here or something Keith? If there is an issue, I can leave.” I said. I really don’t want to argue with this man right now. My night was pretty weak, but I still had a good time. I just wanted to end it with my boyfriend. Sheesh.

Keith sighed. “No Shay.. I’m sorry. I want you here. I’m just annoyed cause you look so beautiful and I haven’t seen you, yet everybody else has. We barely even talked so just understand my frustration.

“Baby, I was frustrated too. YOU ignored me like I did something wrong. When we did talk you were dry. You didn’t seem like you wanted to talk to or see me so I just went with the flow.” I said as I laid on his bed and cuddled him.

“Well, I’m sorry. You do look real good though, too good.. You can’t go out like that no more” He giggled.

I didn’t have on anything major but this white t-shirt dress with the sides cut off a little and these thigh high boots. I was cute though and I definitely could’ve pulled tonight. Luckily for Keith, I wasn’t checking for nobody but him. I let Kammy and Ashley do all the pulling tonight. Plus I knew all those guys, they weren’t new to me. Nobody but a whole bunch of dudes that play girls. I’m fine being in my relationship.

Keith and I continued to talk a bit more, turns out he was the one drunk. Our friend Travis came over and he and his roommate Damon drank at the crib. He had just barely fell asleep before I called to come over. We soon fell asleep wrapped in each others arms. My favorite place.

After Kammy and Ashley left, it was back to the real world. homecoming was over. I spent my Sunday cleaning my room and doing some RA work. Being an RA was cool but it was annoying as hell. Like forreal. It was SO much work. Sometimes I struggle with how I manage my time, ya know, homework, social life, and my job. Like I rarely hang out anymore! I remember last year, my sophomore year, I had people asking me if I still went to the school cause I was never around. It sucked. It still kind of sucks because I don’t really know anybody anymore other than my residents, my coworkers, and my few friends. I still know people of course, but now most people are just acquaintances.

I had a lot of time to myself today. It’s Sunday so Keith doesnt come over today because I work night shift at the desk from 12am to 3am... that’s his sleep schedule so..

I hate not being able to see him so much. Like regardless of what went down this weekend, we really don’t ever hang out. It sucks but thats just his schedule. I get lucky some nights when we have time to watch an episode of Shameless on netflix. Thats our show, we literally love it. Some days we might even get a movie in. Dont get me wrong, I love that time that we get together, but I want more. I want to talk for a while after the show, not just go to sleep. But, it’s something I should be used to honestly. He hates it as much as I do.

My thoughts were interrupted by my loud iPhone ringer. It was Ashley. I don’t know why this girl calls me so much. She’s my bestfriend but she literally calls me everyday for no reason somedays.

I’ll use this as my cue to take my butt downstairs to the desk.

“Whats up bitch?” I answered as I exited my room.

Hopefully I dont fall asleep at the desk tonight.

#chris brown fanfic #keith powers fanfic #fanfic #chris brown ff #keith powers #chris brown

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prplzorua · 7 years

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Sleepless Night

Anxiety has always and will forever be a child of the night. No one could deny that. Decked out in his usual garb of all black, the facet could easily blend in with the 3am shadows, which is exactly what he was doing now. Queitley, he moved, hood up and headphones in, the fridge was his destination. This had been the routine for the past few days now. He'd stay in his room all day with the windows shut and the black curtains drawn. The room would be just dark enough, but yet he would not be able to fall asleep. At first, he assumed it was his insomnia, that's was on Monday, oh today was Monday too, huh- screw it time is an illusion. He ignored his inability to sleep up until Wednesday. On Wednesday he did fall asleep, only to wake up gasping and sputtering his way into awareness, the odd thing is, he couldn't even remeber the nightmare. Thursday, he didn't bother. Friday...what did I do on Friday? Oh right, stared at the ceiling then came down for some snacks. Saturday Morality dragged him out of bed, "you need to come spend time with us-", said the Parent. Anxiety sighed, he had only just closed his eyes. He was up all day. Sunday was movie night, Thomas had implemented it a couple months back, something about getting relax together as one? Something like that. They watched Sing together, it was quite amusing in his opinion. Prince obviously enjoyed it and so did Morality as both of them would sing loudly together at majority of the songs. Logic surprised him, of course the Teacher didn't sing, but he did clap along, as did Thomas. The movie night ended around 1am, everyone was asleep, except him. Digging around in the fridge he found some strawberry yogurt, shrugging he grabbed a spoon and sat down on his black, one man, leather couch to enjoy the semi-sweet confection. ----- Logic noticed it first. On Tuesday, Anxiety was far more lethargic than usual. The Teacher had greeted the younger facet only to receive a grunt and a small nod as a substitute for "good morning". It continued on into the afternoon, when Morality greeted him and he received a grunt in turn Logic was puzzled as to why Anxiety was being closed off with them, well more closed off than usual, but he chalked it up as the younger simply having a bad day. ------ Prince noticed it next. Wednesday he saw Anxiety sitting in the commons and typing away at his phone. "Greetings Anxiety" The younger stopped, looked up and grunted something akin to "good morning" Prince blinked. "Are you feeling well?" " 'M fine" And that was all the reply he got. Anxiety picked himself up and departed to his room. "Rude", pouted Prince. The Royal huffed and made his way to the kitchen, a nice breakfast would be would take his mind off Anxiety's gruff behavior. Unfortunately for him the same thing happened at dinner, the darker facet simply brushed, well trudged past him with out saying a word. Could he slouch any lower? ------ Thomas noticed too. He wasn't making a video per say, just a little idle camera testing, a new angle trick he wanted to try out. Of course anything new and different possibly warranted a negative out come and thus his need to summon Anxiety. The facet would be sure to tell him everything that could go wrong, which in turn would allow him to fix it, ah good old reverse physiology. But when Anxiety was summoned onto the stairs, he was queit. "Anxiety? You ok?" "I'm fine", he grumbled, sheesh, someone was grumpier than usual today. "Oookay, so what do you think-" "That angle is atrocious, why is it tilted so low? The lighting is too dark for that area, do you want people to see you? That needs to move over to the left..." ----- When Tomas finally finished fixing, well everything, he turned to his anxious side, he was going to ask the other what else might need adjustments... Anxiety was nodding off right where he sat. His head was propped up by his hand and he was leaning on the railings of the stairs. The facet was obviously exhausted, yet he kept fighting sleep. For every time his head bobbed, his elbow would slowly slide off his thigh.... His head bobbed. His elbow slid. His head bobbed. His elbow slid. His head bobbed. His elbow slipped. Anxiety jerked up, slightly startled, blinking and groaning slightly when he realized what happened. The facet stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes. This was the first time Thomas realized that Anxiety wasn't wearing his eye shadow, those were actual dark circles under his eyes. When the facet turned to look at him, Thomas quickly faced the other way, whistling, the utmost epitome of innocence. ----- "Guys, have you noticed anything wrong with Anxiety?" "Well he's been queit-", shrugged Logic "And moody", piped Prince. "He hasn't been sleeping well" Thomas, Logic and Prince turned to Morality, the parent had a worried frown on his face. "Why?" "I'm not sure son-" "Not your son, but is the something wrong with him?" "I'm guessing you mean nightmares Thomas?" "It could be that Logic-" "Or he just can't fall asleep-" "That too Prince, but, why?" "Well, there could be a lot of reasons as to why Anxiety can't fall asleep-" "How 'bout we just help him fall asleep? Before he like, falls on his face? He already has bags the size of the moon-" "Roman be nice" "Sorry Dad" Thomas chuckled, Logic rolled his eyes, but there was a slight up tilt of his lips. ---- "Ok, so everyone agrees to the plan?" "Of course" "It seems applicable" "You bet!" Thomas laughed, "alright, operation bed time is a go!" ---- His eyes were closing on him again. Dammit. He almost face planted this morning while he was tell Thomas to fix the absolute disaster that was the living- aka video-room. He wanted to sleep, he really did, his body was tired and his brain was beginning to feel like mush. But every time he'd wake up from a nightmare he could not remeber. He was just about to give up and deal with the invisible nightmare, when he was summoned. The abrupt departure from his room to the stairs made him slightly dizzy. Blinking away the stars his eyes landed on his host and eveyone else. "Wha-?" "We're having a movie night!" Exclaimed Morality. "But it's not Sunday-" "It's not, that's why this is not a regular movie night, since we have nothing tommorow, we're going to see how many movies we can watch until we pass out-" "Ookay, what kind of movies prettyboy?" Prince smirked. Anxiety sighed, "We're going all out Disney marathon aren't we?" Logic nodded. Dad smiled, Prince had the biggest shit eating grin ever and Thomas was laughing at them all. And so it began, a Disney Marathon paluza, Morality and Logic cuddled up (though Logic would never admit it) on one couch, while Thomas, Prince and Anxiety were on the next. ------ It was about half way to midnight when Prince felt a weight on his shoulder. Anxiety was beginning to nod off. Gently the Royal maneuvered the younger facet to lay comfortably onto his chest. "Aww", gushed Thomas and Morality "Shhh! Don't wake him!", whisper shouted the fanciful side. Either Anxiety didn't care or was far too tired to care, the younger curled onto Prince, gripping his suit and burying his face into the elder's chest. "Awww" The Royal rolled his eyes before tentatively running his fingers through Anxiety's hair. The younger seemed to enjoy this as he leaned to the touch. Shrugging internally, Prince continued his ministrations, Anxiety's hair was really soft. ----- When morning came, Logic found him self shaken awake via Morality. He gave the other a questioning look but the he father simply pointed to his right. Following the Parent's gesture, Logic turned to see what was undoubtedly a cute sight. Thomas was asleep leaning on the arm of the couch, Prince was leaning on Thomas and Anxiety was curled up on Prince's chest. Morality chuckled quietly and took a picture, surprisingly Logic smiled and took one aswell. ---- AN:// there, I gave fluff! Rellllllllll take it, take it all XD Mobile won't let me use Italics and bold sooo.... life Anyway it's midnight rn so time to tag some peeps. @prinxietyhell @thebrightsun @prinxietys @anxietyismycuppatea Tell me if I missed anyone :)

#prinxiety #my fic #thomas sanders #sanders sides #rellllllllll take the fluff #XD #prince sanders #logic sanders #morality sanders #anxiety sanders

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newyearnewmebitches · 4 years

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9/7/2020, 12:10PM

I’m writing this post as a reflection of the past weekend. Honestly, such a good weekend, but now I'm in a weird mental place and I need to think on it.

I guess I can start on Friday, where I met up with SD at his apartment, and we got ready to go over to Buffalo, NY. It was 7-8PM, and he had just gotten out of clinic. I went back to his apartment so that he changed and he gathered up everything that he needed, and he gave me a little tour of his place. Then we drove out for the next 6-7 hours. It’s kind of surprising how quickly the car ride went, for something that was so long, and for 2 people that were so tired. We finally got there around 3-4AM, but we were talking and vibing for the entire ride. He had his hand on my thigh and tried to hold my hand the entire way up. Funny story, he also fingered me for 4 hours. I had my pants down, and he was going at it as we drove. We got lost and somehow ended up on the Canadian border, and I still had my pants and underwear off. As we slowed down, I threw my pants back on as we were greeted by 10 police officers, asking why we were trespassing onto Canada with the travel restrictions. We explained that we were going to Buffalo and took the wrong direction, however we still needed be inspected before being allowed to go back to the U.S.. Thank god, SD had all his documents, I can’t even imagine how stressful it must be considering he’s not a citizen and on visa. But of course, he was prepared as always. We had to exit the car as they inspected, and my dumbass self put on my pants inside out. oH WElll!~ it was 3AM, I'm sure the Canadian guards have seen weirder things. Anyways, during the ride we kept joking about how he always gets into trouble when he’s with me. He also shared a lot about growing up, updating and how life is so different in America, and that the lifestyle is very different and almost exhausting since it’s doesn’t align. He mentioned that I'm one out of a small handful of people that he respects and trusts, and I appreciate that. Honestly, for someone who is extremely closed off to people, knowing he has someone, even if it’s me, is reassuring.

When we got to the hotel in Buffalo, we shared a bed next to Boris and Rachel on another bed. As we were trying to sleep, he continued to finger me. We tried to be as silent as possible, considering they were in the same room. He then commenced to go under the sheets and started to eat me out. Fuck. I didn’t do anything while we were in bed, but he continued to finger me, eat me out, and wow. I was really in my head about Rachel and Boris knowing we were having sex literally right next to them, but something about it was just really hot. And being quiet about it all, was also so fucking... hot. I don’t know. At 8AM, we noticed that Rachel and Boris were going down for breakfast, and that they were gone for awhile. So, we fucked. Wow, honestly I am NOT experienced. And when I fuck guys in the past, it’s something I was always so in my head about, and I never really took control, because I’d get so in my head. But knowing SD is so entuned with sexuality, he can read body language so well, and he knows that without me saying anything. And he takes charge, and he can tell what positions I don’t vibe with. I think I also suck at communicating. After we were finished, he was talking about how he’s been so stressed and burned out, and that the women in his life have been exhausting, which he also mentioned in the car ride. He said he didn’t want a relationship, but really wanted someone he could trust, and was saying like “sheesh is that asking for a lot nowadays?!” then turned to me saying, he’s growing to trust me a lot. And then asked if I had anything too say, where I quickly dismissed the fact, and was like, “we should get ready now, it’s almost 11AM.” 1. because we had been fucking for over 5-6 hours, we had to get ready because Rachel was still not back in the room, and I think they were mad at us. 2. I didn’t want to talk about it, or I have trouble talking about it.

Then throughout the day, we explored Niagara. The entirety of the day it was me and SD hanging around and taking pictures. He had his arm around me the entire day, and we took a lot of pictures together. A random lady came up to us and said, “I don’t know if you guys are a couple or not, but you two are really cute together”. From there, we were both just like “thank youuuuu?!” and we continued to joke around the entire day. We went to the waterfront of lake eerie in buffalo after going to niagara, and we walked around together with his arm around my shoulder the entire time. Then we sat on a rock, with me in the middle of his legs, and he just held me and we talked and watched the sunset together. we were walking and talking more about life, and he said a lot of things that really resonated with me and I took as good advice. We are both really different people, what with me being really open and optimistic, and him being really private and him being ever so slightly cynical. But he mentioned the 6 month rule. If there’s anything going on in your life, wait out at least 6 months before telling people, because how people react will affect how take in the good news presently in your life, and it’s not your experience, but the shared experience how people impact the way you think you feel. It’s not just “yours” anymore. And you know he’s right. When I talked about me being happy about get a new job, and how st. peter’s and how they reacted was not what I had expected, and I became sad about animosity with my staff, that changed my perspective. it ruined my experience, although I was still excited. We talked about how Americans are so gossipy and impresisonable with media, we’re obsessed. And that’s a huge dislike for him. And you know he’s right. A part of me does seek validation from people in my life, and not everyone’s reaction will be all for me, if I tell close people. My experience is my experience, and I shouldn’t let outsider sources impact how I experience my accomplishments or dictate how I should feel. Thank you SD for that lesson.

That night, I couldn’t sleep, but SD was knocked OUTTTTTT, We woke up at 6AM to leave for Watkins glen state park, and to go back home to NB. I had work that night, so we really had to leave early. The entire car ride, he talked, listened to music, and I'm honestly so surprised how quickly a long car ride went with him. I tried to sleep for a majority of the ride, and he was really respectful. When we got to Watkins Glen park, I was on the edge of the gorge trying to take a picture, and he held me so I wouldn’t fall in, which I thought was very kind. he’s really a gentleman with girls, if you get passed his hard ass shell. We went to Moe’s for lunch on the way back, and he paid for my bowl. Then we finally got back ton NB at 5:30PM, and then I was eventually flexed. When we got out of the car, he kissed me, and I asked what was that for, for me being flexed? and he just laughed. He walked me to my car, and I left.

SO WITH ALL OF THIS, I don’t know where tf I stand with him. Like I do? but I feel like my mind is cycling, know for a fact, that we both identify that we are not dating. But I think, defining things would feel a little better on my end. Maybe I should talk to him about it?

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