[Naki's POV]
I have been a bundle of frayed nerves since the very mont I opened my eye this morning.
The Mauler Twins have provided a sustainable, continuous supply of cloned at that my master likes to call Immortal at. My accursed hunger has never bothered since. I could finally eat to my satisfaction without the crushing weight of human guilt pulling down on my soul.
As a demon, I possess near limitless physical stamina, especially after constantly consuming that lifeforce-rich flesh.
But all of that demonic endurance ant nothing after what we did the whole night.
Waking up completely bare next to Master was an experience that nearly caused my heart to jump straight out of my throat. To find myself tangled in the sheets with him was intensely shocking. He was so sweet and patient with the ss I had been. Just rembering the raw intimacy of last night made my face burn up all over again and shivers ran down my spine. I felt like a flustered maiden from a bygone era, rather than a blood demon who commanded an infinite fortress. I couldn't get it out of my head!
"My dear Naki, am I boring you?"
His gentle voice pulled out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked up to find Master in his disguised form. He was back in his 'Johnny Joestar' persona, sporting ssy black hair, sharp features, and those incredibly stylish tea-shades resting on the bridge of his nose.
"No, Mast... Johnny. I was just thinking about sothing embarrassing," I replied softly.
I still could hardly believe I had called him by his real na last night. It felt so intimate, a secret shared between the two of us.
We were walking together through a beautifully manicured park in the heart of the city. The Mauler Twins had provided with everything to protect my sensitive skin from the sun.
But Master was still being overprotective. He insisted on carrying a large, frilly parasol over my head to make sure not a single stray ray of sunlight touched . He held it at the perfect angle, his other hand resting gently on my waist to guide along the paved path.
He was playing my heartstrings like a master musician. Every small gesture, every warm smile, every protective glance he threw at the passing strangers made my heart flutter.
"Mast... Johnny, please. I am the servant here. It is highly unbecoming of to let you carry the umbrella," I protested weakly, though I secretly hoped he would refuse.
"Shh, Naki. You are my date today. You wouldn't take away my chance to be a proper gentleman, would you?" he said with a bright smile that made my knees feel strangely weak.
I probably should not admit this, but this disguised form was charming in its own rugged way. He looked like a carefree young man, completely detached from the horrific burdens of Chaotic Gods and accursed enemies.
I blushed deeply and simply nodded, allowing him to pamper . I had spent nearly a century in the dark, serving Muzan. Being courted in the sunlight was a luxury I never thought I would experience.
We eventually arrived at a massive oak tree casting a giant, dark shadow over the lush green grass. Master laid out a checkered blanket with care, prepared our little picnic spot, and took my hand, inviting to sit beside him.
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It was perfect. We spent a pleasant afternoon just holding hands and talking softly in the cool shade. I delicately ate the Immortal sandwiches the Twins had packed for us. The cloned hero at was incredibly dense in lifeforce, completely satisfying my demonic cravings.
Master tried his best to keep his composure, though I noticed him turning slightly green every single ti I took a bite of the premium hero at. He really was trying his hardest for , pushing past his own human disgust just to make sure I was comfortable and fed. It was a level of devotion that made my heart swell.
Eventually, we fell into a comfortable silence. The distant sounds of the city faded away, leaving only the rustling of the oak leaves above us.
Master looked down at his hands with a deeply thoughtful expression on his face.
"You know," he began quietly, breaking the silence. "I got a lot of tickets from the feats yesterday. After the fight in Chicago, I an. I even got a Diamond Ticket just for surviving that monster."
My breath hitched in my throat as I realised where this might head.
"My very first instinct was to roll it imdiately," he confessed, his voice tinged with a dark, familiar sha. He sighed heavily, putting a hand to his face. "To gamble it all away for a quick fix of power so I could be better prepared the next ti a monster like Battle Beast shows up. The urge was so strong, if it wasn't for you last night, I…"
The re ntion of gambling sent an icy spike of dread straight through my heart.
The warm, romantic atmosphere of the park shattered into a million pieces as a horrific flashback surged into my mind with stark clarity.
I saw the face of my late husband. He too was once a sweet, gentle man who promised the entire world. He used to smile at just like Johnny did. But then the gambling took over his soul, rotting him from the inside out.
I rembered the day he stole my most pristine yukata. It was a beautiful garnt, the one I had bought after months of grueling work, so I could finally play my biwa in front of the local nobles. He took it while I was sleeping and sold it for a few agre coins to feed his addiction. His bright, loving eyes beca dull and devoid of any love. They were terrifying. I was watching a man lose his mind.
And then, I rembered the final night. I rembered how his face transford into a bloody ss. A caved-in nose, ruptured eyes, and white bone breaking through the pale skin. It was exactly the way he looked after I bashed his skull in with a hamr, fuelled by rage and betrayal.
'I…I am a monster. What was I thinking? I am not worthy of Master.'
As long as his love for gambling occupied his heart, we were dood to repeat that sa tragedy. I couldn't live thinking I would eventually do sothing equally horrible to him if he went down that sa dark path. If he lost himself to those tickets after he got so close to controlling his impulse, M…my heart can't take it again.
I physically recoiled on the picnic blanket. My single eye widened with unshed tears, my breathing growing shallow and panicked. He looked at , not even surprised by my reaction.
But Johnny did not reach to tear the tickets to gamble them away.
Instead, a brilliant, glowing ticket with a glimring diamond texture materialised out of thin air. He took my trembling fingers and gently placed the ticket directly into my palm, folding my fingers over the valuable item.
"I did not roll it," he said softly, his voice full of resolve. "Sebas…if he were here, he'd beat this crippling addiction out of . If I rolled this ticket now, I would be spitting on his sacrifice."
He looked deeply into my eye, completely laying his soul bare.
"So, I am giving this to you, Naki. I want you to use it to empower yourself. I trust you with my most precious item."
A profound wave of relief washed over , shattering the dark mories of my past. Sir Sebas's strict, unforgiving training had finally bore fruits. Johnny was willing to give up a 'Diamond Ticket', a literal artifact of unimaginable power, purely for my sake and to honor a fallen friend.
He was not my husband. He was John and he was trying to be better.
A pleasant breeze rustled the leaves above us, dropping a few stray acorns onto the grass. The tears I was holding back didn't know whether to drop from trauma or relief.
Seeing the mont was right, Master leaned in closer. His eyes fluttered shut as he tilted his head, his face drawing incredibly near to mine.
I was overwheld with emotions. I closed my eye, tilting my chin up, entirely ready to reciprocate and kiss him.
But my montary hesitation from those mories had made slightly slow to react. Master, always overthinking every single detail of his life, abruptly pulled back.
"Oh, crap. I am so sorry," he stamred, his face turning red as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "It was rude of to assu I could just kiss you just because of last night. I should have asked. I really need to wok…. I an work on my boundaries."
I wanted to correct him imdiately. I wanted to grab him by his shirt collar and tell him that it was not his fault at all, but mine! I wanted to tell him he could kiss whenever and wherever he pleased.
But a high-pitched and incredibly obnoxious voice interrupted our intimate mont.
"Johnny? Johnny Joestar, is that you?!"
We both turned around, whipping our necks.
I instantly recognized that utterly infuriating and childish bob cut. It was the girl from the shopping mall Kiosk. I couldn't stop my ugly countenance at her intrusion. I could rival Muzan during his worst monts right now.
Kate.
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All of my carefully maintained poise and elegant self-reflection violently exited my posture in a matter of seconds. A single, highly territorial thought crossed my mind, completely overriding my usual serene demonic nature.
'It's that classless little bitch Kate.'
Johnny replied in a surprised, slightly panicked tone. "Oh, hey Kate! Such a pleasant surprise. How have you been?"
Kate walked right up to our picnic blanket, putting her hands on her hips and looking quite salty. Her posture was completely devoid of any grace.
"You tell , mister," Kate huffed, her voice dripping with an unearned sense of familiarity. "You were so sleek and charming back at the mall, and then you did not even bother to call ?"
Master was caught between a rock and a hard place. He let out a cracking, highly nervous laugh, clearly unused to dealing with the drama. "Well, you see... things have been a bit complicated recently."
Kate's eyes finally shifted over to .
I'd put away my anger and sat perfectly still, maintaining a blank expression. I watched as her gaze swept over my pristine white sundress, my wide-brimd hat, shaded glasses and the elegant posture I had perfected over a century of performing for high society.
She looked completely unimpressed. In fact, that bitch looked almost condescending.
"Oh, and who is this?" Kate asked, her tone too casual for my liking. "Is she your older sister? Or maybe a cousin visiting from out of town? Ah, where are my manners? I am Kate, Johnny's... very close friend. And you are?"
The audacity of this human child. The classless disrespect to look down upon and claim my Master as her own personal friend after just a ten-minute talk. She was nothing but a fragile, splitting parlor trick in an audacious suit, and she dared to insert herself into our lives?!
God knows what took over . I lost all of my composure and forgot about the public setting.
I acted purely on an overwhelming jealous impulse.
I reached out and forcefully latched onto Master's arm. I pulled his bicep tightly against my breasts, pressing myself against him to establish my claim.
I glared directly into Kate's eyes and yelled, a bit too loudly for the quiet park.
"I am his girlfriend, you slut!"
The volu of my voice caused shocked looks from both Master and Kate. Even a few passing onlookers on the paved path turned their heads to stare at our little picnic spot.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Kate stood there, her mouth slightly open, stunned by the aggressive declaration. And Master was frozen stiff, staring at as if I had just grown a second head.
Realizing what I had just scread at the top of my lungs in a public park. I quickly let go of his arm and brought both of my hands up to cover my mouth.
My face exploded into a blush so incredibly bright and hot; it could give competition to the sun itself.
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