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To say that waking up on the cold ground in the morning was unpleasing was an understatement. It must have been still very early because even if the neighborhood was rather empty, someone should have gotten interested in a bloody massacre that happened in the shadows of the narrow street the day before. But when Kira lazily got up and shook off some of the dirt that laid upon his cheek, he saw that all of the evidence of the previous night disappeared.
No bodies, no blood, just him and his blurry thoughts. He sat there for a second more, before trying to move. The sudden sharp pain in his head made him stop his movements altogether.
“Shit” he cursed. Slowly he raised his hands to his face to check for the damage that had been done, gently tapping up and down his face he located his lip split open, swollen left eye, and a tender spot on his cheek that would surely form an ugly bruise later.
The wounds that had been inflicted upon him will disappear, and even the darkest and bloodiest bruises will fade with time, but there was something a lot more worrying than a couple of mere injuries.
Kira Yoshikage felt discouraged. With the knowledge that people all around the world have Stands, he started to feel growing uneasiness. He wasn’t a martial artist or a great strategist and guessing that all of these freaks using their souls as personal bodyguards were strong as hell, he wouldn’t have it easy in the future. Someone would finally get curious about his past time activity.
Bitter and resigned, Kira decided that he will at least visit the museum which was his only reason to travel to Egypt in the first place. He stood up carefully, fixing his clothes, and slung his bag over his shoulder.
He froze. The information not reaching his brain immediately.
He had his bag. It was a little perturbed and Kira will probably throw it out later, but holy fuck he finally had his bag. Quickly he opened the black buckle in the front and started checking if something went missing. Everything was in its place, except for his magazine with the beloved photograph.
Suddenly the memories of the mysterious dude from yesterday came rushing into his head. The only thing he remembered about the man was that when he appeared he felt a thick tension hanging in the air. The fear and helplessness were evident on his attackers’ faces and Kira was sure that if back then he wasn’t so out of it he would make the same face. But locking his eyes with the golden ones that belonged to the stranger made him feel weirdly at ease. They shouldn’t have made him feel that way to an extent when he felt safe taking a nap. But shit happens and Kira wasn’t about to stand in some random street and fantasize about other man’s eyes.
So instead of tussling with his thoughts, he decided that he would concentrate on something else. Finding a hotel room and his suitcase was a priority. But he couldn’t keep the intrusive thoughts away, about how the man’s eyes would look at him if they ever met again.
Finally with a bit of luck and a little help from the airport staff Kira Yoshikage was able to collect all his luggage and book a room in a mid-range hotel. Using all his might not to let Killer Queen loose, when a pretty-handed receptionist accidentally brushed his hand while giving him the key to his room. Kira remembered that anyone here could be a Stand user.
After a long shower, his hair and face started looking somewhat presentable, but just as Kira predicted, a big reddish bruise with hues of purple appeared. Putting on his finest outfit which consisted of black dress pants with blue, Victorian patterns, a black button-up with a golden tie, and a black vest with the same patterns as his pants, made him feel better and more like himself. He was more ready than he could’ve ever been.
But while making his way to the museum, he felt his thoughts constantly turning back to the man from before, unable to focus on the final destination of his trip. This annoyed him to no end, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Reaching his destination didn’t take him a lot of time, which gave him the upper hand with the crowds of tourists that would flood the place.
Kira paid for his ticket and calmly headed for the sculpture of Nofret, observing the other so-called masterpieces of art hanging on the walls in the spacious halls(in Kira’s opinion there was nothing special to see). The museum was quiet, only a few people passing Kira who talked to each other in hushed voices. The sound of every footstep against the marble floor echoed off the walls just to disappear somewhere far down the hall.
‘Just around the corner, wait for me there… my love’ Kira swallowed, for some reason, it was getting harder and harder to confess love to the inanimate object. He never had a similar problem with the Mona Lisa.
Making his final step he closed his eyes to hype himself up. He swore that if he didn’t when he saw his beloved for the first time, he would hurt himself.
‘Here we go’ last words of encouragement.
His eyelids slid open carefully, white light hitting enlarged pupils making them small again. He gasped. Instead of the sculpture in front of his eyes appeared a very broad back of a very tall man. Kira couldn’t help but stare at the well-defined muscles flexing as the stranger lightly turned to face him, his feet still facing the sculpture which led him to stand in an awkward-looking position. Nevertheless, he looked comfortable as ever.
“Oh, I apologize for standing in your way,” the stranger said in a smooth, low voice, making intense eye contact with Kira. You could say that it was the exact moment Kira lost himself to the shining riches of the other man’s eyes. He could pinpoint the moment when his brain collapsed on itself like a black hole in need to suck as much light and brightness from the stunning eyes that practically saved him that night in that narrow street.
His special moment was interrupted by a sly smirk growing on the other’s lips. Kira awkwardly shuffled to the side to pretend to look at his so oh beloved sculpture. But now with the full picture of the man’s face, it was hard to keep his thoughts at bay.
‘Why am I so obsessed, what is wrong with me? Is it because he saved me?’ his thoughts were a mess and his vision blurred.
Suddenly a Stand appearing in the corner of his vision snapped his thoughts to reality. The huge Stand that looked just like some boosted construction worker to Kira. It looked like it was inspecting the glass that separated it from the sculpture of Nofret. Stand user’s gaze never leaving Kira.
“Are you stealing it?” Kira blurted out.
“And are you about to jerk off, because you look like you need it”
“Excuse me?” Kira stared dumbly, not moving a muscle.
“I’m just saying.” The man shrugged and leaned just a little closer to Kira “I can always lend you my hand”
“No, no thank you…” he cut himself off, not daring to let himself elaborate on how much he would rather have these hands around his throat. “Also you haven’t answered my question yet”
“I’m here to admire poor man’s efforts to prevent the theft of this masterpiece,” he patted the hard glass, rings on his fingers making a lot of noise while making contact with the transparent barrier. “Everyone makes mistakes,” the tall blonde said while giving a second firm push to the glass. This time the glass gave out and fell right into the arms of the man’s yellow Stand.
“And the man who thought that a mere glass could stop me, Dio? Ohh, he made many mistakes~”
At this point, Kira was not impressed. The mysterious man whom he obsessed over for the duration of the whole five hours, turned out to be some cheap Stand user with outfits that looked like snatched from the first stripper he saw on his way here.
Yoshikage continued to stare at him in silence, as the other man worked his way up to the podium where the sculptures stood and got his hands on Rahotep, which shocked Kira a little.
“What, are you impressed by my work?” the man smirked “The alarm hasn’t rung after all.”
“I’m more shocked that you chose this man over this beautiful woman, actually” Kira cleared his throat, meeting the other’s gaze with newfound confidence. All of the cockiness from the tall man’s face disappeared for a second, but just as fast was replaced by a curious smile.
“Tell me, what is your name, my little distinguished man?”
“Yoshikage Kira,” he said with little to no hesitation. His day was ruined and he just wanted to go home. He didn’t want to waste any more time on this petty man, beautiful eyes or not.
“Say Yoshikage, would you like to help me with my little robbery?”
“What?!! No?!” Kira swore that if he happened to be surprised one more time on this day he would physically make himself explode.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, my love?” his toned lost the playful note to it, his eyes directing all his attention on Kira as if to make him uncomfortable in his skin. “I saved you”