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"He heard noise, thundering without a thunderstorm. His heartbeat, he figured, the sound deafening in his ears. His trembling fingers inched towards the handler of the cabinet, pulling it open torturously slowly…”
One night. That’s all Polnareff had asked. One night of peace where they could all relax after a long day trying not to die in the hands of Dio’s lackeys.
Instead he gets a bedtime story with Kakyoin as the storyteller. Which wouldn’t be so bad, Kakyoin has a very nice and calming voice, but he is also a horror enthusiast with a mean streak. And, of course, the only other person who could stop him simply would not. Mr. Joestar had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the bed, and Avdol apparently doesn’t know the concept of fear for anything that isn’t an immediate risk to his life, meaning Jotaro is said person who could side with Polnareff and stop Kakyoin’s torture. But, as mentioned before, the teen has no intentions of helping the poor french man.
He is busy making heart eyes at the redhead.
Because of course he is.
“... and he looked at the inside of that cabinet, that old cabinet he had never paid much attention to before. His husband’s blue eyes stared back.” And, as if the Heavens decided to pull a prank on them poor mortals, a bolt of thunder makes itself be heard, crackling with power and briefly painting the dark sky with light. The start of a storm.
“Holy shit!”
Jean has half a mind to glare at Kakyoin as he crawls up the bed again, daring the redhead to laugh of him falling off out of fright. The bastard only smirks, that large mouth twisting and opening just enough to show off sharp fangs. Honestly, hadn't he seen the teen stay under the sun for long periods of time, he’d call him a vampire. Kakyoin laughs as if he can hear the silver haired man’s thoughts, and Jean feels a shiver shake his whole body, starting at the base of his neck and going all the way to the end of his spine.
“So the maid was the killer after all?” Avdol asks, because Avdol lacks what makes a normal human being.
“After the shock wore off enough for him to move without fainting, he searched for the maid. He looked through the whole house, room after room, door after door. There was no maid. He couldn’t even find her things.”
“Oh my God, she ran away?!” Polnareff screeches, “The killer maid escaped and is now looking for a now victim, right? The end! Right?!” He just wants it to end.
Of course, Kakyoin just smirks again, his purple eyes— purple eyes! Not blue or green, but purple ! If that’s not enough proof he’s some supernatural entity sent from the depths of Hell to torture the normal men and seduce the almost-normal men, he does not know what that boy is—shining with sadistic amusement. Polnareff is too scared to tease Jotaro for his visible blushing, or to explain to Avdol that human beings emoted differently than whatever they did in the older man’s home planet, so he just lets out a defeated sigh.
“He called the agency to ask about the maid, to warn them about her. They had no one with that name working for them.”
“OK! Great story, you’re great at this, Kakyoin, but, it’s late and I’m tired, good night!”
With that Jean throws himself back on the bed, head hitting the pillow, covers his whole body with the sheets and clenches his eyes closed. He hears Avdol comment on how he was right, it is pretty late, and bid the teens good night, getting comfortable on his own bed. They’re all sharing a single room, and it has only four beds, so the teens agreed to share it, but right now Polnareff feels like offering his bed to Jotaro so he can spend the night with Mr. Joestar, the only other normal human being in the group.
Shuffling can be heard, the boys no doubt moving around to get to a comfortable position. Yes, they’re both slim, and yes, Kakyoin is smaller than Jotaro, but they’re still two buff dudes way past average height.
Silence. Or as much silence you’d have with a thunderstorm.
“Tell me another one.”
Jean Pierre Polnareff refuses to die of fright. Instead he decides to die like a man and throw his pillow right at Jotaro’s head for asking Kakyoin for another story.