#the caejose one... Joseph returns it back but then they start fighting again

[psychosistr]

Hero- Part 1 (CaeJose Dancers!AU)

I decided to add to this au because it was too cute to resist doing more of it. And, I figured, what better day to post this than valentines day? I’ve got other parts planned after this one, but this one’s mostly just laying the foundation for Caesar and Joseph’s relationship. Enjoy ^^

Also, I’m gonna name different sections after songs that inspire me for the chapters/the theme music I imagine for certain moments during them. This set was inspired by “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias.

Another day, another dance class finished.

As the students filed out of the studio to go change back into their regular clothes, Joseph gathered cleaning supplies to wipe down the balance bars and mirrors from where people had been leaning on them off and on all day. She hated getting stuck with the menial chores like cleaning, but her mother’s assistants, Messina and Loggins, were tasked with keeping up the Hamon Troupe’s studio whenever Lisa Lisa and Joseph were teaching at the class-studio, and, unfortunately, that left Joseph to do the clean up here.

On her way back into the studio, she saw Caesar leaving with the last of the class. When he spotted her, his face lit up with his usual charming smile and he stepped aside, holding the door open for her with a bow. “Ladies first.”

Joseph couldn’t help but smile as she walked through the opened door, Caesar following after her. “Geez, you sound like such a cliché romance character- the classy gentleman that tries to charm all the ladies around him to mask his secrets, only for the heroine to win his heart and turn the tables on him.”

Caesar chuckled a bit, leaning against one of the balance bars as he watched her pull out the glass-cleaning spray and some paper towels. “Well, you’re certainly not far off: I enjoy being a classy gentleman, and I may have a few secrets, though I only attempt to charm the ladies who catch my interest.” He looked her over with a smile that tested the border line of charming and seductive. “I suppose that just means I’m waiting for the right heroine to come win my heart.”

Joseph’s face flushed at the obvious flirt as she busied herself with cleaning the mirrors. “…”

Caesar did these sorts of things a lot after their first dance together: He would wait until the last possible moment to leave and make small talk with Joseph. He’d flirt with her, sometimes subtly if others were around, other times openly as he was now. Not to mention that during the actual lessons, any time there was any sort of partnering up that needed to be done, he would proudly declare that he would be Joseph’s partner for the dance- acting as if he was staking a claim even though no one else ever wanted to be her partner, anyway. Also, he had this habit of just standing there sometimes, watching her, as if he was studying her or something. It was all very flattering and Joseph wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it all.

Joseph was suddenly startled out of her thoughts by a warm hand covering her own. She looked at Caesar’s reflection in the mirror and saw his hand lightly resting over hers, fingers stroking along her own as they gripped the bottle of glass cleaner. “Would you like any help with that? It seems like a lot of work to have to do by yourself.”

Joseph shot him a grateful, if slightly flustered, smile through the mirror. “Thanks, but my mom’d have my head if I got one of her students to do my chores for me.” She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Maybe you can help next time she’s not around.”

He gave her a soft smile, his fingers trailing longer than necessary along her hand before finally pulling away. “Very well, then. Until next time, mia bella fanciulla.”

Joseph watched him leave the studio through the mirror, a dreamy smile on her face. It always made her heart flutter to hear Caesar speak Italian like that. She had to go look up a few phrases from time to time, but, from what she’d learned, pretty much every name he called her was some combination of “beautiful” and a feminine title- his favorites seeming to be “maiden”, “angel”, and “goddess”, depending on his mood. It was really sweet and Joseph never got tired of hearing whatever name he decided to call her.

Joseph distracted herself with thoughts of Caesar as she cleaned the studio to help time go by faster.

By the time she was nearly done cleaning, her mother had finished up some paper work in the small office attached to the studio. “How much more do you have left?”

Joseph indicated the bar she was wiping down with a disinfecting wipe. “Just this last one, then-” She stopped and looked towards the doors to the changing room when both she and her mother heard a loud crash from that general direction. “?! What the hell?!”

Her mother was already heading towards the sound, gesturing for Joseph to follow her. “Whatever it is, I doubt it’s anything good…” They followed the sounds towards the men’s changing room, a small crowd of male students gathered outside. “What happened?” Her sharp voice cut through their chatter, instantly turning all eyes in her direction.

“A couple of guys started fighting in there, ma’am!” One of the students explained.

Lisa Lisa glanced around the crowd. “Anyone left in there that wasn’t part of the fight?”

“No, Lady Lisa Lisa!” Another one responded.

“Good.” She looked up at Joseph. “I might need you to help break it up.”

Joseph nodded and cracked her knuckles in preparation. “I know the drill, mom.”

Her mom opened the door and Joseph led the way in, glancing around the room. She soon spotted the source of the crash from earlier: The two-sided island of lockers that normally stood in the middle of the room had been knocked over and was still being used as part of the battleground. Joseph saw one guy currently lying unconscious on top of the over-turned lockers, another one semi-conscious with a dazed look on his bruised face on the ground half-leaning on the lockers, and the remaining two brawlers on the floor nearby. It was about what she expected for a fight that would drive the other guys out of the room.

What Joseph hadn’t been expected to see, though, was Caesar being one of the remaining fighters. He had another man pinned below him with one hand gripping his shirt and the other curled into a fist that he slammed repeatedly into the other man’s face. He looked beyond pissed, his eyes narrowed with a look of absolute hatred that seemed almost endless. She’d certainly never seen him like that before…

“Bastardo!” He yelled in rage as he brought his fist down hard against the man’s jaw, a loud popping sound being closely followed by a cry of pain that didn’t dissuade Caesar from slamming his fist down again at all. "Lo sporco degenerato! Non ti meriti nemmeno di essere nella stessa stanza di lei! Questo è quello che ottieni per aprire la bocca, stronzo!"

Joseph was shocked, to say the least. She had no idea what could make Caesar this mad and it made her hesitate to do anything. “Jojo!” At least until her mother’s voice brought her back to reality.

“R-Right!” She hurried over to the scene of the carnage and got behind Caesar, grabbing his arm before he could bring it down for another blow. “Caesar!” He struggled to free his arm, apparently not hearing her, so she pulled him off of the other man by force and used her strength to subdue him in a standing full-nelson hold. “Caesar! That’s enough! Stop!”

“!!” That seemed to get his attention, finally, and he froze in her hold. “Jojo..?”

Joseph kept her hold on him firm, making sure he couldn’t break free. “What the hell, Caesar? What’s going on in here?”

Lisa Lisa walked up to them, looking between Caesar and the other men spread around the floor and the lockers. “That’s what I would like to know as well. Would anyone care to explain?”

The guy Caesar had just been wailing on popped his jaw back into place with a whimper, rubbing a hand over the forming bruise. “We were just talking and he suddenly went off on us!”

Caesar tried to surge forward at the man again, but Joseph’s hold was too strong. “Sei un bastardo bugiardo! I warned you to shut your mouths and you didn’t! You got what you deserved!”

Lisa Lisa looked down at the man on the floor. “What, pray tell, were you discussing?”

“We were just talking about clothes, I swear!” The man replied, trying to back away from the still struggling and bound Caesar. “We were talking about how certain colors of tights just don’t look good on guys and he decided to butt in and told us to shut up.”

At the part where he said “certain colors of tights” looking good on guys, he cast a glance in Joseph’s direction.

Ah.

She understood now.

She glanced at the back of Caesar’s head, feeling him struggle to break free with the clear intention of beating the guy further for the rude slight. “Continua a parlare e ti rompo i denti, stronzo!”

Joseph glanced between the two and suddenly let go of Caesar, pretending he’d broken free of her hold. “Oops.” She said with the fakest worried tone possible. “My hands slipped.”

Caesar glanced back at her with the smallest of smirks which she readily returned, the look shared between them only lasting a second but it communicated everything between them perfectly:

“Go kick that bastard’s ass.”

“I will, thanks.”

Then Caesar was tackling the guy back into the lockers and beating him again. Joseph stood back and watched for a while, simply enjoying the sight of Caesar beating up the other man with a protective fury that made her heart flutter and a smile spread across her face. Her mother was yelling at all of them, telling Caesar to stop and telling Joseph to grab him again. They’d all be in trouble later, but, for now, Joseph was content to enjoy the moment.

After receiving a thorough lecture from her mother about not doing what she asked of her, Joseph walked outside to wait for her. She’d already changed back into her casual clothes- a pair of ripped dark blue jeans, a super-hero themed red and blue tank top, and a pair of red converses. Outside, sitting on the front steps of the building, she saw Caesar finishing off a cigarette- now dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a matching jacket, and a white shirt with an image of a blue bubble on the front.

She decided to go take a seat next to him. “Hey.”

He looked up, a bit surprised to see her, and quickly stubbed out his cigarette on the concrete before flicking the butt away. “Hey.”

“So..” She started while casually leaning her weight back onto her hands. “I didn’t know you could fight like that. Three on one and you were still kicking all of their asses? That’s pretty impressive. The thing with the lockers was a bit excessive, though.”

Caesar looked down at his hands, one of them wrapped in bandages around the knuckles. “Perhaps. I didn’t plan on it, though- they just gave out when I tackled the guy.” He took a deep breath and ran one of his hands through his hair, a slight frown on his face. “I’m..sorry you saw that. My temper gets the better of me sometimes. It’s a sad remainder from my youth..”

Joseph shrugged and patted him on the back, leaning her weight onto her other hand to maintain her balance. “Eh, it’s fine. Honestly, I’m not much better: I once shoved a guy down a well because he threatened my uncle.”

That earned a surprised laugh from Caesar and he looked back up at her. “Hah! You did? Was there at least water in it?”

She shrugged with a smirk. “Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I think he got the point.”

Caesar smiled at her. “Wow. You’re pretty impressive, yourself, Jojo.” He rolled one of his shoulders. “I’m still a bit sore from that hold earlier. What was that, by the way- krav maga? Where did you learn that?”

Joseph winked at him with a grin. “Let’s just say that dancing wasn’t ALL my mother taught me.” They chuckled and an easy, comfortable silence fell between them as they watched the sun start to set along the city’s skyline. “….You know..” She began after a few minutes, not looking at him and keeping her eyes on the sunset. “You didn’t have to do all of that..I’m a tough girl, I can handle myself..I’m used to what they say, it doesn’t bother me..” That was a bit of a lie- it did bother her, she’d just learned to ignore it.

“I know.” Caesar said, keeping his eyes on the skyline as well. “I know I didn’t have to..but I wanted to. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. Aside from the damage to the lockers, I’m not going to apologize for what I did..or for what I might do in the future. I’ll do this as many times as I need to until everyone learns how to treat you properly. That’s my choice and I am going to stand by it.”

“……..” Joseph felt that tugging at her heart again and couldn’t help the small smile on her face or the tear that wanted to spill over the corner of her eye. “Hey…Caesar…” She reached over and found his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Thanks..for being on my side..”

Caesar smiled softly and squeezed her hand back. “Of course, mia bella dea.” He held onto her hand as they watched the sun set behind the city together. “Always.”

Joseph smiled a bit more and sat there, content to enjoy the moment.

Part 2->

-From the Beginning-

Translations for Caesar’s Italian rage:

"Lo sporco degenerato! Non ti meriti nemmeno di essere nella stessa stanza di lei! Questo è quello che ottieni per aprire la bocca, stronzo!" - “Degenerate filth! You don’t even deserve to be in the same room as her! This is what you get for your opening your mouth, asshole!”

Sei un bastardo bugiardo! - “You lying bastard!”

“Continua a parlare e ti rompo i denti, stronzo!” - "Keep talking and I'll break your teeth, asshole!"

#caejose #caesar zeppeli #joseph joestar #dancer!au #modern!au #trans!character #trans!joseph #misgendering #transphobia #but not by caesar #caesar is here to protect all the lovely ladies out there #caesar stands by his lady #the fight scene is actually based off of something I did irl #I tackled a girl into some empty lockers when she made a comment about my trans friend being in the girl's dressing room #I knocked out her teeth and would do it again >:) #caesar and I will beat up all the transphobes of the world!

[psychosistr]

Hero- Part 2 (CaeJose Dancers!AU)

Second part of this section for more sweetness between these two x3 Happy Valentines Day, everyone!

“You sure you don’t want a ride home, Jojo?” The deep voice of her mother’s assistant, Loggins, asked Joseph as a large group of men and women dressed in formal wear left the front gates of a lavish mansion.

“Nah, it’s fine.” Joseph replied with a smile. “It’s a nice night, so I think I’ll walk for a bit. Catch you guys later!” She waved to the other members of her troupe before walking off down the sidewalk outside of the mansion towards her apartment down town.

She could have caught a ride with her mother, but she needed some time to herself every now and then. The fresh air was nice and the sky was clear for a change, it made sense to walk around right now.

Besides, she needed some time to calm down. Big parties like that always left her feeling stressed: The awkward introductions. The nervousness over how people viewed her. The frustration of constantly having to correct people’s pronouns for her. And, worst of all, HER CLOTHES. She HATED the outfit she was wearing, but had no choice in the matter...

She stopped by a big water fountain while cutting through a park and took a look at herself in the constantly rippling reflection and saw her hated outfit.

A suit.

A purple double-breasted tuxedo with a black shawl, gold buttons, a black tie, white shirt with black buttons underneath, and black loafers, to be exact.

Joseph absolutely LOATHED the sight of herself in the formal wear. The only thing she didn’t mind was the color scheme, but her hatred for the outfit as a whole cancelled out the one thing she was okay with.

Pants, she was okay with. Shirts, she of course didn’t mind. Hell, she was even okay with wearing shoes that didn’t have heels to them just for the sake of comfort and practicality. But there was something profoundly different about walking around in a suit that made her skin crawl.

Joseph sighed and reached into her pocket, pulling out a penny. ‘Might as well put this to good use.’ She flipped the coin into the air with her thumb, making her wish while it spun in the air before plunging into the water to join more of its kind below the surface. ‘I wish I didn’t have to wear this stupid suit ever again.’

“Jojo?” A familiar voice called out, getting her attention. She turned towards the source and saw Caesar walking towards her from across the park. “I thought that was you!”

Joseph blinked in surprise, not expecting to see the blond Italian here of all places. “Caesar?”

She tried not to blush as she looked him over. Not expecting to see him was one thing. Not expecting to see him in his tight leather pants and sexy leather jacket with a black mesh top that showed off his torso was another matter entirely. The golden studs in his ears and various chains and pendants around his neck that hung low and directed attention towards his exposed midriff and tightly encased nether region certainly didn’t help, either…

Caesar stopped in front of her by the fountain, his usual charming smile already in place. “I must say, I didn’t expect to see you tonight. Not that I’m complaining, of course.” He looked around curiously. “Are you here all by yourself, mia bellisima angela?”

She nodded her head, trying to keep her eyes above waist-level as she spoke to him. “Yeah. It was a nice night, so I thought I’d walk home.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Besides, seeing Caesar was already helping her feel better. She glanced around similar to he had earlier. “What about you? You, um, out with someone…?”

In her head she was repeatedly chanting “please say no, please say no, please say no”. She REALLY didn’t want to think he was on a date with someone.

He seemed to pick up on the subtext of what she said and dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. “Not at all. I was catching up with some friends at a bar down the street. I thought some fresh air might help clear my head enough so I could drive back home- I didn’t drink much, and I don’t want to leave my bike at the bar.”

Joseph’s face lit up with a surprised but excited smile. “No way! You ride too?!” She reached over and started tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. “I knew you dressed like a biker, but I thought it was just for show! What’s your ride?”

Caesar grinned, allowing her to inspect his riding jacket as she wished. “An MV Augsta F4CC with a custom 1080cc engine and over 200 horse power. It’s my pride and joy. I can easily hit 200 miles per hour in a race. You?”

“Figures you’d like one of those Italian speed-machines.” Joseph put her hands on her hips, puffing her chest out proudly. “My baby’s a British classic: A remodeled Norton Commando, the mk3 edition, with an 880cc engine and custom breezer bars, all with a chrome finish. It may not be as fast as yours, but I can still top at 130 AND I can hold it there pretty much all day.”

Caesar put a hand over his heart with a dramatic sigh. “A lady after my own heart.” He winked at her with that flirtatious smile of his. “I would love to go for a ride with you sometime. Perhaps even a race?”

Joseph grinned, always up for a challenge, and held a hand out to him. “You’re on! My baby and I would be happy to wipe the floor with you any day.”

“It’s a date, then.” Caesar then took her hand, shook it briefly, and kissed it while maintaining eye contact with her.

Joseph felt her heart skip a beat and jump up into her throat, all while her face burned like it was on fire. This guy REALLY didn’t play fair. She didn’t completely hate it, though…

“Y-Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.” She tried not to sound as flustered as she felt, but wasn’t quite sure if she managed it.

Caesar chuckled softly, not giving away if he noticed her flustered state, and smoothly laced his fingers through hers. “Well, seeing as we are both here to enjoy the fresh air, how about we walk together for a bit? The night is always more lovely with good company, si?”

Joseph couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment and took him up on the offer. The two took their time walking through the park, enjoying the scenery, skipping stones across the small pond in the middle, and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. They learned a lot about each other- Joseph learned about Caesar’s family back in Italy and his past as a street thug, his favorite foods and hobbies, and that he had a phobia of bugs that she would have to remember later for practical jokes. In return, she told him about her own family in both America and England, the number of fights she’d gotten into growing up, her love of dogs, and how she actually knew how to fly small planes but that her family forbid her from flying after the third time she survived a plane crash.

At one point, the conversation shifted to the topic of favorite clothing brands and designers. After Joseph finished bragging about the front-row seats she had at the last Paris fashion show thanks to her grandmother’s connections, Caesar gave her an appraising look from head to toe.

“By the way, I hope you don’t think it too rude of me to ask, but..” He gestured to her suit. “May I ask why you’re wearing something so…bland, compared to your usual style?”

Joseph let her head fall back with an exasperated groan. “Uggggggh, don’t remind me..” She reluctantly looked back down at herself. “I was at my uncle’s party with the rest of the troupe and it was a black-tie event and this was literally the ONLY thing I had to wear and I HATE IT!”

Caesar frowned a bit, bringing a hand to his chin as if he was thinking about something. “Really? Nothing else at all?”

“Trust me,” She said with a scowl. “If I had literally ANYTHING else, I’d be wearing it. All of the dresses I have are too flashy for ‘sophisticated’ parties, but it’s hard to find anything in my size that ISN’T flashy and over the top.” She looked down at her sleeves as if they were mocking her. “God, I can’t stand wearing this stupid suit- it’s stuffy, too tight around my shoulders, makes everyone keep calling me ‘sir’ like I’m some old man, and it’s just..” She fished for the right words before settling on the only thing she could think of with a sad sigh. “It’s not me.”

Caesar’s eyes softened as he listened to her, giving her an understanding, sympathetic frown. “……” He put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed in what she at first thought was a sympathetic gesture of comfort, but soon realized it was something else when he suddenly gripped the expensive fabric of her jacket sleeve and pulled it down HARD.

Joseph let out a surprised yelp when the seam split apart and he tore the sleeve off of her arm, tossing it carelessly somewhere behind him. “Ah! What the fuck, Caesar?!”

Instead of answering her right away, Caesar proceeded to untie her black tie and drop it on the ground. Then, while grinding his heel into the discarded tie repeatedly, he hooked two fingers into her coat’s buttons at the top for just a second before violently yanking them down and breaking off several of them.

After that task was done, he confused her by kneeling down to the ground. Once down on his knees, Caesar pulled out a pocket knife and glanced up at her. “Don’t move.”

Joseph was still confused, but his tone didn’t sound like a threat. She decided to trust him and see where he was going with all of this. “Okay..?”

Caesar grabbed the fabric of her right pants leg and pulled it to the side, moving it so it was no longer flush against Joseph’s strong legs. Once he had the amount of space he needed, Caesar stabbed the knife into the fabric and cut downwards, leaving a long gash that tore the purple fabric apart. He then moved to her other leg and cut the hem so that it busted and frayed apart. To finish everything off, Caesar, for some reason, dug his fingers into the dirt and grass beneath them and pulled out a large, damp clump of earth. After breaking the clump up in his hand, Caesar smeared it across her white shirt and the front of her jacket. He ended with wiping his dirty hand off on her shoes until they were scuffed and filthy.

“There.” Caesar stated while rising back up to his feet and brushing off his own pants. “All done.”

“Uh huh..” Joseph said with a raised eyebrow as she examined what remained of her suit. “Now that you’re ‘done’, mind explaining why I look like I just lost a fight with a lawnmower?”

Caesar gestured calmly with one hand in the general vicinity of her clothing. “Would you say that suit is no longer wearable?”

She picked at a frayed spot where one of the buttons used to be with a confused frown. “Well, yeah, you did a pretty good job of-” She stopped and blinked when the pieces finally clicked into place. “……” She looked back up at him with a surprised expression. “Caesar..you..”

He smiled at her. Not in his usually charming or flirtatious way, but in a much more caring and sweet way- similar to the look he gave her after their first dance. “Now you won’t be able to wear that suit anymore. If someone tries to insist that it can be mended, just let me know and I’ll burn it.”

“Oh my god..” Joseph said softly under her breath, still in shock. Then, her face lit up with a bright smile and she repeated herself in a much louder voice “Oh my god! Caesar! You brilliant bastard! I could hug you right now!”

He chuckled, apparently delighted by her newfound joy. “I would prefer if you didn’t, seeing as you’re covered in dirt at the moment and I actually LIKE my current outfit.”

“Too bad! You’re getting hugged anyway!” She tried to grab him, but he ducked out of the way just in time. This lead to a roundabout game of tag with her attempting to hug/tackle him while he tried to avoid her. It lasted for a few minutes until she pulled out her trump card right after he dodged one of her grabs. With a smirk, she pointed at him and said. “Now you’re gonna say ‘Sorry, mia bella dea, but I’m afraid you’re too slow to catch me!’.”

Caesar smirked playfully while spreading his arms out in a shrugging motion. “Sorry, mia bella dea, but I’m afraid you’re too slow to catch me!” He blinked when he realized what just happened, frozen momentarily in shock. “Wait, what-?!” He was cut off by a startled exclamation when Joseph suddenly tackle-hugged him to the ground. “Mama mia!”

Joseph laughed while looking down at him with a victorious grin. “Looks like I won this game, Caesarino!”

After recovering from the initial shock of the tackle, Caesar looked up at her with a curious expression. “Did you just call me ‘Caesarino’?”

She nodded proudly. “Yep. I figured it’s only fair that you get a nickname, too, since you always call me different things. I may not be able to come up with a bunch of sweet things to say in Italian like you can, but I can use the all-mighty power of search engines to come up with something!”

Caesar still seemed surprised for a bit, before his lips easily slid back into that sweet smile of his. “Whatever you wish to call me is fine with me, bella.”

“!!” She blushed at his response and the way he smiled at her. The fact that he had just called her “beautiful”, with no other name attached this time, somehow flustered her more than usual. She glanced away, not able to meet his eyes with the way he was smiling so fondly up at her. “W-Well, good, ‘cause I’m gonna do it anyway..so..yeah..”

He chuckled softly under his breath and brought a hand up to gently touch her burning hot cheek. “But of course, mia bella angela. I have no plans of stopping you.” Her heart fluttered and she really wanted to lean further into that contact. “However, would you mind if we got off of the ground? I certainly don’t mind having you on top of me, but I’m afraid there’s a rock digging into my spine.”

She blinked, suddenly realizing the position they were still in. “Oh! Y-Yeah, right!” She got up off of him and offered him a hand up. “Sorry about that.”

“No harm done.” He took her hand and pulled himself up to his feet. “Grazie, bellisima fanciulla.” He brushed himself off a little, but it was pointless as there was too much dirt and grass on him now, so he gave up and settled for kicking a rock (presumably the one he mentioned earlier) away from their general vicinity. “You certainly got me good with that one. How did you do that, by the way?”

“Hey, I’m more than just a pretty face, you know.” She smiled, thumbing at her nose in a confident gesture. “It’s my secret technique. I’m essentially a genius and I can predict what someone’s gonna do or say next. It’s really handy in fights, arguments- hell, I even use it when I dance to predict if my partner’s going to be able to do something or if they’re about to make a mistake so I can cover for them.”

Caesar looked her over with a smile, like he was appraising her and was pleased with what he saw. “My, my..beauty, grace, strength, wit, skill, AND intelligence? You really are the total package, aren’t you?”

“Damn right I am!” She said proudly, hands on her hips and trying to act cocky and confident to hide the butterflies fluttering in her stomach from hearing Caesar say that. “It’s about time somebody noticed!”

“Mhm, I agree.” He took one of her hands from her hip and raised it to his lips, kissing it sweetly. “The fact that someone has not already noticed and stolen you away from the men of this world is surprising. Both a shame..and a blessing..” He looked into her eyes, his lips still near her hand, the look in those green orbs downright seductive. “Perhaps someone will have to correct that mistake, hm?”

“Y-Yeah..maybe..” She managed to reply.

Joseph’s cheeks felt hot and her knees felt weak. She was practically swooning from dealing with this Casanova and she actually liked it. She liked it A LOT. No one had ever tried to seduce her before. No one had even tried to approach and flirt with her since high school, and most of those were girls that she had to turn down since she was only attracted to men. Now, to have someone so thoughtful, charming, strong, and charismatic flirting with her, it was making her heart race and made her feel like she was floating on cloud nine.

Caesar gave her hand a gentle squeeze to bring her out of her thoughts. “Would you like a ride home, mia bella fanciulla? I’ve sobered up now and my bike is parked nearby, and I would feel terrible leaving a lady to walk home on her own this late at night.”

She almost said no. Almost said the automatic response of how she was tough enough to walk home by herself. But, somehow, she was able to stop herself. “You know what? Sure. Why don’t you show me to that little pocket-rocket racer of yours?” She joked with a grin.

He smiled that charming Casanova smile and led her by the hand.

One exhilarating ride that probably broke several traffic laws later, Joseph was clinging to Caesar tightly as he did one more high-speed wheelie before they reached her apartment building.

“Whoooooo!” She laughed and shouted excitedly as she held on securely to Caesar’s waist, her voice muffled by both the purple helmet around her head and the hum of the engine. It had been a while since she was the passenger for these sorts of stunts, but it was just as much fun as when she did them herself. She laughed louder when Caesar was able to keep the bike popped up onto the back tire while skidding around a corner for the turn leading to her street. “Hahahaha! You’re crazy, damn it!”

“Ha! This is nothing!” Caesar called back to her, his voice muffled by his own orange helmet- the matching counterpart to Joseph’s purple one as both were custom painted to match the stunning metallic orange and shimmering purple of the motorcycle. “You should see me when I race! If I don’t have to worry about cops, I can pull off flips on this beauty!”

“You’ll have to show me sometime!” Joseph would like to see that. She loved how much of a dare devil Caesar was turning out to be. Who would have guessed the flirty Italian pretty boy had a wild side? Joseph REALLY liked it, though.

Caesar finally lowered the bike down onto two wheels and gradually slowed to a stop in front of the tall, fourteen story apartment complex that looked like a small skyscraper. He turned off the engine after parking the bike along the sidewalk and took off his helmet, shaking his hair out a bit. “Wow, this is where you live? It looks nice.”

Joseph took off her own helmet and got off the bike so she could stretch her tense muscles properly. “Thanks. I live on the top floor.”

“By yourself?” Caesar asked as he stood to do the same.

“Technically, yeah.” She said while handing him the helmet so he could put it away in its compartment. “But my mom lives in the apartment right next door to me, so we spend a lot of time at each other’s places.”

Caesar gave her a concerned look as he regarded her clothes. “I was unaware you two lived so close together. Will she be mad about what happened to your outfit?”

Joseph shrugged. “Eh, maybe. But it’s alright.” A smirk appeared on her face and she winked at him. “If she says anything, I’ll just say the look didn’t really SUIT me.”

He groaned and leaned back against his bike. “Ugh, that was terrible.” He shook his head and tried to hide his face with one hand, but she could still see him smiling. “That joke was terrible and you should feel terrible for having brought it into the world.”

“And yet I don’t.” She said teasingly while sticking her tongue out at him. “Anyway, thanks for the ride..and for the suit..and, well, yeah, everything, really. Tonight was..” She glanced away, a smile on her face even as she blushed. “It was really fun. I..wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime..”

Caesar smiled back at her, that caring, sweet smile from earlier. “Neither would I.” He pulled his phone out of one of his jacket pockets and handed it to her. “If you want, you can put your number in here. That would make it easier to talk and set up a time to do this again. But, as I said, only if you want to.”

Her smile softened a bit as she took his phone and put her contact information into it. He really was thoughtful- flirty, but not forceful, and not going forward with anything until he knew she was comfortable. “Sure, it’ll give me someone to text when I’m pretending to listen to my mom.” She sent a text to herself on his phone and felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. “There, and now I have yours.”

She handed his phone back to him and he looked at the information she entered with a raised eyebrow. “Did you really save your number as ‘Joseph the Greatest and Most Amazing Joestar, aka, Jojo’ in my contacts?”

“Yes I did.” She said with a grin. “And you’d better leave it that way, too, or I’ll go in and mix up all your numbers later.”

He sighed in exasperation, but smiled and put his phone away. “Very well, then. I won’t touch it.” He stood up from his bike and looked at her with a fond smile. “Until next time, mia bellisima dea.”

He took her hand and kissed it. She blushed, thinking that would be the end of it, but was surprised when he suddenly moved in closer and placed a warm, tender kiss to the corner of her mouth.

It was far from a full-on kiss, but it still left her heart pounding and her head spinning just the same. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze in place like a statue. All she could do was watch as he pulled away with that sexy, seductive smile of his and wink at her before donning his helmet once more and taking off down the street on his bike without another word.

After he was gone, she brought a hand up to her mouth. Her fingertips touched the spot that Caesar had kissed- it didn’t feel any different from the rest of her face, but she could swear the spot was still warm and tingling like his lips were still there. She kept her hand there as she walked into her apartment complex, moving like a stunned zombie with the same wide-eyed expression on her face as she called down the elevator, rode it by herself to the top, got out, walked to her front door, unlocked and opened it, walked inside, and closed the door behind her.

It was only after she had walked over to the couch, grabbed a throw pillow off the top, and pressed it to her face that she finally said something. Well, not so much said as screamed into the pillow like a teenage girl.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Her voice was muffled by the pillow and she screamed repeatedly to get it all out of her system. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOOOOD!!” She let the pillow slide down enough that she could hug it excitedly in her large arms. “He kissed me!!” She let herself fall backwards to lie on the couch and covered her face once more with the pillow so she could scream again. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!”

Her scream soon dissolved into giddy laughter. She still couldn’t believe it: Caesar had KISSED her! He’d actually kissed her! A suave, hot, charming guy like that had kissed her! She was so happy she could pass out!

She set the pillow aside on the couch and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Looking at the text message on the screen that simply read “Caesarino~<3” with his as-of-yet unsaved number, she couldn’t stop smiling. Caesar kissed her and, based on what he’d said when getting her number, he seemed very interested in seeing her and doing so again.

She sighed, the butterflies that had been in her stomach earlier that evening now morphed into a bubbly feeling throughout her whole body that was much more comfortable.

Speaking of comfort, she remembered that the uncomfortable suit she was still wearing was dirty now and probably messing up the couch a bit. She got up and started changing out of the ruined clothes. After changing into a set of black and yellow super-hero themed pajamas, she gathered the various parts of the suit and deposited them in her garbage can.

‘Well,’ She thought with a smile when she went back to retrieve her phone from the couch. ‘It’s a bit of a roundabout way to grant a wish..but I really don’t mind this outcome at all.’

She looked down at the screen and smiled once more. She couldn’t wait to see Caesar again…

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-From the Beginning-

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