[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

The author has something to say: Replaced, the previous chapter was plagiarized.I won't talk about this matter, old | Ford | kept the disk, if you are not interested, you don't need to know, just keep it as evidence.

This chapter is a non-responsible side story of the boss Narcissus, and has nothing to do with the main text

Boss in Wenzhong x Boss Huangzhen

7k, plus 7-3=4

Come back on 2.25 and change the serial number, Narcissus-2 will move to the episode after the end of the main text, okay?

Well, the 2.25 dropbox hasn't been put in yet, so I just

just saying

01

When I saw that pink polka-dot haired man fall from the sky, I stopped in place.

He just hit the floor in front of my eyes like this—the blood soaked into the cracks in the rocks and stained the cracked ground red, the dovetail in fishing nets on his body was gone, and even a shoe was missing.

I stood still, stared at him for a while, and kicked him.

He was motionless.

I frowned slightly, raised my foot and turned him over with the toe of my shoe, squatted down and looked at the blood-stained face for a while——

Gee.

dead.

Breathing out the smoke, I was feeling bored, and was about to step over the corpse when I saw his fingers twitch, as if he wanted to prop himself up.

Then the bricks and tiles on the eaves loosened and fell straight down, hitting his head so hard that he couldn't even utter a scream——

"..."

—and stopped moving.

I bit down on the cigarette irritably and picked him up.

02

There is nothing miraculous about this.

Or... I'm used to it.

After I brought him back to Arakisou I threw him in the bathtub - at least cleaned it up before he stained the floor and Yoshikage Kira came home from get off work and complained - even so, the blood was dripping on the edge of the bathtub.

I turned on the shower, filled the bathtub, ran my thumb over the blood on the bathtub, and wiped it on my tongue.

...how DIO tastes.

I can't taste anything but a faint rusty smell.

Forget it, take care of him.

A vampire has a different sense of taste than a human, and he doesn't bite much.

I stared at the man in the bathtub, my eyes narrowed.

As much as I don't want to admit it—he's me too.

The Passionate Boss named Diablo——

No.

I looked down at the body gradually submerged in water and said no.

——Probably just the former boss.

03

"You're back?" Dio yawned, "Didn't you say you have something to do?"

"I encountered a small problem, so I came back first."

"Kira said he will work overtime—you cook today?"

"...I didn't buy vegetables. Speaking of which, have you become more and more picky recently?"

"Huh? The taste of this DIO is as good as ever."

DIO confidently denied it.

...the devil will believe you.

I rubbed my forehead a little irritably, when I suddenly heard the sound of tumbling water and a cry of pain after falling to the ground.

"No." I looked up.

A little faster than expected.

04

When he walked into the bathroom, he had already rolled out of the bathtub.

The man was lying on the ground, clutching his neck and coughing in pain. His long pink hair was hanging down a little, and most of it was clinging to his body in strands.Because of the lack of oxygen, his arm supporting the ground was trembling—or maybe it was because he felt cold just after leaving the water—after he managed to recover, he began to breathe heavily.

The water almost flooded the floor, I walked over to turn on the switch of the shower, turned my head and met his eyes.

In the shattered pupils is the fear of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, as well as the... horror of seeing the same face as himself.

I didn't speak, just looked down at him condescendingly.

To be honest - I slightly regret bringing him back.

The water soaked my trousers... I had to change them when I went out, and more importantly, because he pulled out the bathtub, the water flooded directly into the living room.

No one in this place is willing to volunteer to clean the floors.

"Huh..."

The man's low voice sounded.

I turned my head to look at the door of the bathroom, where DIO was standing there, showing interest and grinning.

"You picked up an incredible toy... Diablo."

05

—An incredible toy?

I don't think so.

If anything, he's just a nuisance.

Ignoring Diablo who hadn't recovered yet—to be honest, calling him that made me feel a little confused—I glanced at DIO and walked towards the living room.

"how?"

DIO asked me.

"Don't explain? You rarely bring people back, don't you?"

"On a whim." I paused, "It's not a big deal."

"On a whim...that's right, you brought Polnareff back on a whim."

There was movement in the bathroom again.

Diablo got up reluctantly and walked to the door of the bathroom, shaking with his hands on the door frame.

"That's you?" DIO raised his eyebrows, "Like Ben DIO and Diego?"

"..."

Not so much... like DIO and Diego, but a different situation.

To be honest, I'm more fortunate that he didn't collide with me and be annihilated the moment he fell from the sky... Originally, in theory, except for Valentine himself, other existences would be like this.

Is it because of my differences with him... or something else.

"Who are you."

Diablo stared at me intently, his slightly annoyed look only made him look even more embarrassed - he was soaked through, the net shirt and pants were clinging to his body, and I just put cold water just to clean it up , now he is restrained from even trembling, like a baby bird that has fallen into a pool.

06

I walked towards him, but didn't answer him—only followed DIO's words just now:

"Who knows."

DIO frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the answer.

Of course I know.

Diablo's eyeballs moved slowly between me and DIO, as if he wanted to speak——

Before that, I kicked Diablo's knee.

Since it will recover, there is nothing to worry about.This unguarded look was enough to make him unable to stand up.And it was the same, he fell to the ground with a painful muffled sound in his throat.

I bent down, grabbed his hair, lifted his head and forced him to look at me.

"Maybe it's me—or maybe it's Dobbio."

As I spoke slowly, the smoke blew on Diablo's face, causing him to cough and squint his eyes, and physiological tears kept overflowing, making his eyeballs watery.

He raised his hand to grab my arm and tried to break free - but it seemed too weak anyway.

"—Are you Dobbio?"

I ask this question.

Such a question is too inexplicable.

I could see he was trying to contradict me, so I put my knees on his stomach and repeated as he retched—

"Are you Dobbio?"

He looked annoyed, as if planning to fight back.

I simply called out the Crimson King and stabbed him in the stomach.

The Crimson King's arm pulled out, bringing out a bright red and beautiful ribbon.He fell to the ground, clutching his belly and curled up, his angry expression finally turned into panic.

He looked up at me with difficulty, Weng moved his lips and couldn't speak.

I flicked the ash and let the sparks fall on him.

He flinched again.

"It seems that you are not very good at talking." I let go of my hand holding his hair, let him struggle to stand up, and raised my foot to step on his forehead with the leather shoes, "I will ask again for the last time, think about it Open your mouth again—are you Dobio?"

This time he nodded timidly.

07

It was indeed just a whim to pick someone up.

I don't have so much time to come back and take care of him. After all, I am busy with passionate things.

He has nowhere to go, and he can't go back to the original place even if he leaves Araki Manor.

But what I didn't expect was that when I came back two days later, he got mixed up to the bottom.I don't know what kind of shadow he suffered from these inhuman creatures, and he was shivering in a corner wrapped in a quilt.

Even seeing me open the door, the whole person flinched.

—the fear of countless deaths.

It's not that I... don't understand.

only--

I walked up to him and he finally looked up at me.

I knelt down to look at him at the same level, raised my hand to grab his chin, turned his head back and forth for a while in his inexplicable eyes, and then said maliciously:

"Are you afraid?"

"..."

"Like a lost dog... I really don't want to admit that you are Diablo."

"...What about you?" He said hoarsely, and finally asked the second sentence after "who are you?" "What the hell are you?"

What is it.

Things that concern him... seem very sensitive.

Diablo discovered the difference between me and him... Even if I call him the me of the parallel world, he is still fundamentally different in soul.

Just like you can feel Trish's resemblance...you can also feel my abnormality.

I laughed lowly.

At the same time, Diablo's hairs stood on end, and his hands gripping the sheets tightened.

He is restless—

And he did have reason to be uneasy.

I strangled his neck with the hand that was pinching his face, and blocked his unspoken exclamation in my throat.His lips trembled, perhaps because he was having difficulty breathing, and he raised his hand to grab my wrist.

What does it matter.

I let go of my hand, watching him coughing and retreating, thinking happily.

"—what does it matter?"

I speak like this.

At least everything that's going on right now is interesting to me.

08

He can't go anywhere—

No, I'm not grabbing Huang Zhen's lines, I'm just stating the facts.

After realizing this, he became much calmer.

The gates of Arakizhuang are connected to our respective worlds. Outsiders can’t enter by themselves, and likewise, they can’t get out by themselves—even though the worlds of each other have been fused for a long time, the rules of entry and exit have not changed.

After staying in Araki Village for a few more days, Diablo should have understood the composition of this place.

There may be a few people who are good-tempered, but they are all extremely egotistical.

Well, including me.

Trixiu hasn't come back much during this period...but originally this was only a refuge for her when she encountered danger, and it didn't matter if she was outside normally.

This makes me feel more at ease.

The rotating guards are doing a good job, maybe I'll have to pay them a bit later.

"......Hey."

he whispered.

"What the hell... is this place?"

"..."

I looked at him who was huddled in the corner and didn't speak.

Because there is no spare room, he sleeps on the sofa for a long time-occasionally the sofa is occupied, so he finds a corner with a little sense of security.

Even Yoshikage Kira came to tell me that the gap between me and him was too great.

...Anyway, I don't come back every day, so it's not an option to let him stay in the living room all the time, so I might as well throw him in the bedroom.

"Strictly speaking, it's just a residence," I said. "It's not a special place... At most, the residents are special."

"..."

"You should have seen almost the past few days—a few people may still have a relationship with you."

Anyone who has anything to do with arrows can say that.

DIO, Yoshikage Kira, let's talk about it farther away, even Pucci can get involved.

"But there's nothing necessary to know about it." I picked up the water bottle and watered the cat grass on the small cabinet next to him, "I don't think you really want to know about this now, huh?"

"......why?"

"...?"

"What the hell are you trying to do..."

"Since you came here, everything you said seems to be questions." I knelt down and looked at him, "I don't think I have the obligation to answer your questions."

"..."

"Just interested—would you accept this kind of reason? The same person has a completely different life, and ushered in a completely different "result"...Even if I'm not the kind of person who cares about the "process", Also somewhat curious. "

"... different 'results'. "

He laughed, but his expression was a little gloomy.

"Since you say such things, you must also know...what happened?" he said, "What are you... just a "different me", how do you know that kind of thing. "

"You don't seem so scared anymore."

"You can get used to everything, even death." He looked away, "...Although I haven't reached that level yet."

09

It is not difficult to perceive the particularity of Arakiso.

The specialness of the residents is just superficial, and everyone can see it, but there is only one thing that makes me a little concerned.

Except for the initial death caused by me stabbing Diablo in the stomach with the Crimson King, he never died again.

This will allow him to stay here at ease.

...without provoking anyone else.

I think Kaz and Dio...don't really mind multiple new infinite rations.

While I bring people back on a regular basis, they sure don't mind having an on-the-go snack.

"...Do you really think those two guys have to slap their mouths in your face?" Diego's eyes twitched. "You don't think—"

"Feel weird? A little bit."

"Then you bring it back..."

Diego looked a little headache.

"Because he's nice...don't you think so?" I laughed, "That's me who was similar to you and achieved the 'result'. "

"Such a description doesn't make people happy, and I thought you wouldn't like yourself like this."

"There's nothing to like or dislike."

I squint.

"It's a different person after all... that's all."

10

...the vibe of fear was all too obvious, especially after Kaz and DIO came into contact.

Diego's Flag fell immediately.

Kaz doesn't need to use his mouth to eat, or even use his fingers like DIO.He was also somewhat interested in Diablo, but met with fierce resistance.

result?

As a result, it was extremely normal to have a second death experience in Arakizhuang.

At that time, I was washing vegetables, but I suddenly heard the same scream as mine, and when I walked to the door, I saw that Katz had swallowed half of him.And the rest of the cry was also buried in other places when it was swallowed up to the neck.

From my angle, I can clearly see his pinhole-shrunk eyes, and the tears rolling down that were also swallowed by Katz.

"Snapped."

I broke the cucumber in my hand.

"Oh, you're watching." Kaz raised his hand and licked his thumb, "It tastes good."

"...Are you sure you want to use this adjective in front of me?"

"He can't die anyway, you said." Katz shrugged, "I just...have a taste."

In any case, it was a bit unpleasant to see how much people with the same face as themselves were eaten just like that.

My eyes conveyed this to Kaz, who nodded perfunctorily.

"I'll pay attention next time—satisfied?"

...would you really pay attention.

No, where did you come next time?

11

He got used to it quickly.

At least he adapts quickly in the non-provoking aspect——

To put it bluntly, it is obedient.

When Kaz looked at him again, he didn't resist anymore.He restrained himself from even trembling, clutching the blanket wrapped around his body with both hands.

The previously insignificant and hard-to-get-together part, because of Katz's previous actions, dissipated completely.

"Speaking of... "Tobio", right? "Kaz called my name meaningfully, "Diablo, what are you going to do next?"stay here? "

"Other than that? Do you think I'll let a man with my face hang around?" I raised my eyebrows.

"So... is it raised here?"

"Feeding?"

I repeated the sound strangely, and met Diablo's eyes who were still sitting on the ground.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and then he lowered his head tremblingly.

... ahhh.

So to say--

"You said yes."

——I really think so, it’s more interesting.

12

For about a week, Diablo's gaze on me became a little strange.

It was as if I wanted to ask why I could mingle with these monsters so naturally, but I dared not speak.

I occasionally wondered if the fear of death had driven him mad.

And just when I said he could live in my house, his expression became even weirder.

"..."

He seemed to say something in a low voice, which I couldn't catch.

"...What should I call you?"

He repeated it.

"Diablo—isn't it?" I said.

"..."

"Diablo." I heard my own voice without any ups and downs.

"Are you repeating yourself... or are you calling me?"

"Who knows, do you think anyone else here could be called that?"

He smiled.

First there was a low laugh, and then he covered his face, and the laughter kept coming out of his mouth, with a bit of hoarseness and madness.

"I thought you'd keep calling me Dobbio," he said. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's so funny."

"You're not Tobio," I said, "but I really don't want to admit...you're me."

"...you know what I've been through...no, you don't know what I've been through." His teeth were chattering, and his voice couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger, "Damn it, what the hell am I. …”

"Ok."

I knelt down and looked at him.

"Diablo...do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

"—"

This question is not that complicated for most people.

But he just looked at me and didn't speak.

The blue broken pupils contained madness, anger and fear, and were even dyed with other colors.

13

I do know what he went through.

I really don't know what he went through.

All I know is that the Golden Experience Requiem happened.

I knew he died again and again, but I didn't understand what it contained.

Seeing myself being chopped into pieces and unable to move, my eyes being dug out for others to enjoy the beautiful colors, being thrown off a cliff into pieces, being pressed into the sea to empty out the oxygen in my lungs——

die--

death.

Swallow reason and spirit into the stomach, and burn all thinking.

Even I should praise him.

He was still able to talk to me when I picked him up... that alone is enough to earn my compliments.

"I'm busy these days, so you stay here... Normally, no one will come in here except these few people." I made the bed, "The wardrobe inside is mine, don't touch the one outside. .”

"......generally?"

"Occasionally I bring people back because of Kaz and DIO—so, do you understand?" I looked up, "You don't want those two people to do something out of the ordinary because they are hungry, do you?"

"..."

He pulled down the quilt, apparently understanding.

"What's the relationship between DIO and Giorno Giovanna...?" he asked, muttering.

"Father and son."

"......yes."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

"The Son of God defeated the Devil... What a story from the olden days."

"..."

I put the water glass I just brought in by the cabinet and looked at him.

"Diablo," I said, "There is no god, and even DIO is not a god."

"..."

"There is no Son of God, and there is no demon, you and Giorno are just human."

"—"

I'm not good at such things as psychological counseling, but Diablo's mental state is a little too extreme.

It's not because of the Golden Experience Requiem, but because of the distortions that come with constant dying.

"I put the water glass here." I said, "You really don't want to be at the same table with those people when you eat... I can also bring it into the room for you alone."

"..."

"what happened?"

"...I'm afraid I'll choke to death when I drink water."

"......"

you are hopeless.

14

Having another me at home always gives me the illusion of having a cat.

Or the kind of stray cat picked up by the roadside.

To be honest, I don't like cats very much.

Like that kid Giorno...he'll never know how much trouble he's been giving me all this time.

But Diablo is much better than that kid.

I know how to tame, or rather... quite skillfully.

It wasn't just a matter of face to get him to admit that he was Dobio in the first place - I don't really care about that kind of thing.

I just told him...be obedient.

And it's a good way to humiliate him.

This is a different feeling from the fear of death.

I rubbed his knuckles that were exactly the same as mine, and he stared at me with tense muscles, a little nervousness floated in his green shattered pupils.

His Adam's apple moved, as if he wanted to say something, he swallowed again.

Although Araki Village is only this big, I usually don't take the initiative to say anything to him... It seems that I am nervous now.

"Diablo." I raised my eyes, "Someone is going to come here in two days...I don't want you to do something... out of the ordinary."

"......what do you mean."

"Terry Hugh is coming—so, do you understand?"

The name seemed to tickle his nerves.

He twitched all over his body, his expression was stained with a little turbid hatred, and even the hand that was still in my hand wanted to withdraw under the stress reaction——

I hold it down.

I exhaled, stood up, and bent my face closer to his.

The hatred in his eyes finally faded, returning to the fear I was familiar with.

"I'm explaining the problem, don't be so nervous-I'm tired." I said, "Although I can't drink blood like DIO, and I can't have as much fun as Katz...but at least I can Take out a lot of small toys, huh?"

——And calling him Diablo in private is not changing his name back.

It's just... such a sense of dislocation can slowly overwhelm him.

15

I didn't really want Trish to see him.

It's just a matter of face, but his eyes seemed to want to go up and tear Trishu apart in the next second.

"If you scare her, I'll lock you in Katz's room." I paused, "But she's only coming back for a while, so she probably won't enter the room... I hope I'm worrying too much. "

"she......"

"?"

"Why is she still alive?"

I was startled.

"Do you think my current "result" is obtained by killing Trixiu? "After regaining my senses, I covered my face and laughed lowly, "Ah...it's not surprising if you think so, but then, I should tell you another news. "

"..."

"Giorno is still alive."

"—"

Compared with Trixie, this name stimulated him a little more.

But obviously, compared with "hate", the reincarnation produced by the Golden Experience Requiem brought him more "fear".

He seemed to be having difficulty breathing, panting with his head down, and the cold sweat on his cheeks could be seen through his hair.

I raised my hand to pull his long hair behind his ears that covered his face, and he looked up at my face in a daze.

"Don't be nervous, you won't see him—even if you do, we are different people, so Giorno is not the Gioruno you know, right?" I said so, with a soft tone Some, "And you see, here you won't die because of those trivial things, what's there to be afraid of?"

—Of course there is something to be afraid of.

— not because of small things, but because of people or non-people here.

He has to live carefully...but at least it's much better than breathing and possibly being choked with saliva into the windpipe and dying.

I've got to get hold of this - I've got hold of this.

This is... much easier than I thought.