Greetings from Florence

 M2, quinta settimana.

Prompt: Firenze
Fandom: JoJo - Diamond is Unbreakable
Pair: Gen

286 w

Kishibe Rohan didn’t like to step a slow as his enemies. He believed that a true man fought with his success in life, not through petty actions to spite others. That was the way of Josuke Higashikata. He knew about the countless time the young mn tried to have fun behind his back with the help of his stupid friend Okuyasu. He would no better than them if he was to press that button now. Was he really prepared to shoulder the weight of his actions? After thinking about it for a second, he decided to go for it. It was a little, innocent payback for Josuke’s attempt at tricking him with a fake dice. He never got the definite evidence to prove without a shred of doubt that he was actually using a rigged dice, but in his heart, he just knew. He swore to make him pay, he just didn’t know how to. He wanted his revenge to be served in the best possible way. Then, he received a sudden revelation. After Koichi returned from the trip to Japan on Mr. Jotaro’s request, he knew. Josuke was so upset that his friend got to go to Italy, instead of him. He loved that country, he loved his food, as his frequent visits to Tonio’s restaurant highlighted.

The invitation he received to join a convention in Florence. He had always loved that city, it was so stylish like him. As his selfie took on a nice restaurant by the riverside was being sent to Josuke with a “Greetings from Florence! The weather is nice, the food is even nicer!” he giggled to himself. He was a genius, after all. Finally, Josuke got what he deserved.

 

I didn't mean to say that...

 M2, quinta settimana.

Prompt: Giappone
Fandom: Host Club

361 w

Kyoya sighed loudly, hoping that his friend would get the hint. He knew that was a vain hope, as Tamaki wasn’t exactly known for his ability to read the situation. They were in Okinawa; apparently, it was one of the destinations he had in mind for his stupid Japan tour. Even if his father told him to act nicely to the son of his fellow business partner, it was just so hard. That boy was very random and his requests were out of this world. Right now, he was complaining that it was hot and that he wanted to go to the beach and change into his swimsuit.

As Kyoya went out from his cabin, with his swimsuit and a light sweater over his shoulder, he looked for Tamaki.

"Where did that troublemaker go?" He annoyedly asked himself. As the hot sun shone on the beach, bothering Kyoya to no end, he kept looking around. Suddenly, he felt his field of vision go back; the cause was a pair of hands placed softly over his eyes.

"Are we school graders?" Kyoya thought. It was obvious who it was. He asked if all foreigners were so touchy with people they didn't know. As he put on his best face to hide his real feelings, he turned to the other.

- Wow, Kyoya! You found me out immediately! - He giggled.

"Of course I did, idiot" was the bitter thought of the other. Smiling, he looked at him. - You finally put your swimsuit on. - At those words, his eyes lighted up. - Yes, finally! How do I look in it? - 

That was a very stupid question, Kyoya thought. Why would he ask him that? What kind of answer did he want? Trying to read into his mind, he formulated an answer. 

- You look hot, like the weather. I bet everyone is looking at you. - 

Certainly, it was a bold answer, even for him. Tamaki could only blush furiously at those sudden words.

 

Kyoya really didn't understand him. If he was so touchy with him, why would his words fluster him so much? He guessed he would never know.

Singing in the car

M2, quinta settimana

Prompt: Giappone
Fandom: Host Club

328 w

The car was getting noisy and Tachibana stole worried glances at his young master Kyoya, while the rest of the group was shamelessly shouting and complaining. Miss Fujioka was the other one who had the same attitude as him.

The situation wasn't pleasant at all, everything would agree on that. The problem was how the rest of the Host Club was reacting to it.

They decided to go to the beach, at Mei's inn. Kyoya, of course, decided to go along with them because his private residence was just a few kilometers away from the inn and he had his favorite private beach near it.  The only problem was, they got stuck in the traffic. It was a hot day in the summer and of course, everyone would go to the sea. Seeing that a famous commoners' beach was near the inn it was no wonder that the highway was packed with people wanting to spend a day at the beach. Luckily, they had the air conditioner on and every comfort they needed in Kyoya's limousine; the real problem was that they were impatient and annoying. After taking a deep breath, Kyoya decided to end that messy situation at that moment.

After putting a disk on the reader of his car - up until now, a low volume radio news was being broadcasted, not listened by anyone of course - he waited for it to be read. As the little tune reached the other's ears, they suddenly forgot their problems.

He knew Haruhi would hate him for this, but he didn't care. Arriving at his destination with all of his sanity was more important. Stealing a glance at the posterior seats, he mentally apologized to her. In the meantime, Tamaki and Hikaru were so engrossed in singing loudly a well-know commoners' rhyme. It was going to be a long trip, but at least Kyoya could now put on his own headphones without having to answer his friends' complaints.