[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

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[1-15 in Chapter 95]

[you don’t need to watch it continuously]

16

It took a long time for Diablo to accept that I was going a completely different route from his.

And even if this is accepted, it is difficult to accept the news that Giorno and Trixie are still alive.

But fortunately, after such a long time, both he and I have understood the fact that he will not die inexplicably in this Araki Manor.

With my warning, DIO and Katz didn't tease him so often. After all, the rations brought back regularly are more comfortable than trying to make me unhappy.

His tense spirit relaxed a little, but not completely.

He wants to go out.

"I thought it should be clear to you that you can't leave without one of us opening the door."

While watering the cat grass, I talked to Diablo who was curled up on the sofa.

"Is there anything else you want to confirm?"

"..."

He looked haggard, even though I lent him the room to sleep for a few nights, he was still the same, as if the lingering sound of the Requiem was always ringing in his ears, unable to suppress the panic.

He looked at me silently and said nothing.

"You want to meet someone? I don't think you would," I said. "You've always needed a shell."

"...Don't stab me with that kind of words." He sneered, "We are not the same on this point."

"Yeah." I put the kettle down, "I don't deny that."

"..."

"What's for dinner? It's my turn to cook tonight, and Kira has to work overtime."

Diablo vaguely announced the names of a list of dishes, and I nodded and wrote them down.

17

Between me and him, I always talk more.

He would remain silent most of the time, but would spit out a string of unclear words when he was provoked.Not all Italian, maybe he knew a lot of other languages ​​in that Requiem.

When Trixie came back, he hid in my room and didn't meet her.

But when he opened the door, he made a mess of my bookcase.

I don't know when it was messed up. Those books were thrown on the ground in a mess, and some of them were torn, and the papers were floating all over the room—some of them were probably not torn, and there were nail scratches on the book covers. .

He was curled up on the bed, his hair more messy than the paper on the ground.The long hair covered his eyes, but not his trembling fingertips holding his arms.

I didn't speak, just cleaned the ground, and then closed the door.

He was back to normal the next day, but didn't come out of the room.

18

The second time he saw the Scarlet King was two weeks ago.

The first time the Scarlet King stabbed him in the stomach, he had no time to care about his appearance.

Maybe it's the shadow of death, he doesn't like to see our shared double-but he just constricts his pupils and doesn't overreact.

Then he saw the arrow in the Scarlet King's arm.

The shattered green eyes fell into madness again.

Like the bubbles floating in the water, they shattered one by one, making a soft "bang" sound.

"Ah, you—the arrow," he said incoherently, "you got it, why? It obviously—"

"It obviously didn't choose me."

"Fate obviously didn't choose me."

His unspoken words are so obvious.

But I clearly don't have that worm arrow in my hand.

It's just a star that... has caused me so much trouble and connected me to so many people.

"You're not me, Diablo, isn't that the case." I didn't answer his question, "Or maybe... that's not fate."

The arrows were like straws for him to grasp.

He had been drowning, and the requiem was robbing him of oxygen.

If I deny the existence of this arrow, and deny "the arrow's recognition of Diablo"—

Will he throw away his remaining sanity and allow himself to sink?

I don't know, but I don't really want that to happen.

Just thinking about that kind of thing makes me a little sick to my stomach, though I don't know why I feel that way.

"......yes."

He looked a little relieved, and seemed to be amused.

"Ah, there is no such thing as fate..."

No, it does exist.

I think destiny does exist.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain the arrow on the arm of the Crimson King.

It's just that maybe "fate punished Diablo and decided to redeem him".

So he appeared in front of me.

Although this description is somewhat funny, I may be the straw now.

19

He wants to go out.

His body showed it all the time, but it wasn't an attempt to escape.

It seems to want to go outside to prove something.

I thought about it for a while——

Letting him go out for a while seems to be nothing.

Just pick it up after you die.

Although I have vague guesses about what he wants to prove, my experience all along tells me that seeing is believing.

When I told him that he could go out for a walk, he looked at me in surprise.

I stood by the door and opened it—to Naples.

"Since you are not afraid of death and want to go out, then I have nothing to say." I said, "But I don't guarantee that I can find you after you die."

"..."

"What? Don't you want to go out instead?"

Diablo looked at me for a while, and went straight to the door without saying anything.

I raised my eyebrows, put on the sunglasses pinned to my clothes, and closed the door of Araki Village after going out.

"...I thought you'd ask Dobbio to come out for you." Diablo said, "I don't care. Is it okay with you?"

"Basically, I don't need to walk around with my original appearance, which is fine once in a while." I raised my eyes, "But I still don't want to be recognized."

That's why I wore a hat and sunglasses.

"The organization is the most powerful in Naples, but because of this, the people are also the most here." I said, "Isn't it?"

"..."

"how?"

"If Giorno Giovanna is still alive, and you are still the Boss of Enthusiasm, who are the cadres in Naples?" He said, "Buggarati?"

"Of course—but Bolbo is still alive, and I have temporarily let him manage other regions."

"..."

Diablo gave me a strange look, then snorted, and asked me where Bugarati and the others would usually be.

"There is a restaurant that their team often goes to, but after he became a cadre, they seldom get together." I thought for a while, "It doesn't mean that there is less contact. The cadre and the cadre's direct subordinates will definitely be much busy. .”

"..."

"And Bugarati is not the type of Polbo who would take advantage of the convenience in prison... It is really rare to find such a responsible cadre."

He didn't seem too keen on answering my long speech.

Even if he hasn't walked on the sidewalks of Naples for a long time, he still knows these roads.

At least it is much more familiar than the unfamiliar streets that death walks through.

Soon we were walking to the restaurant—

Luckily, someone from Bugarati was indeed eating.

Bad luck too.

I looked sideways at Diablo, whose face became even paler.

Giorno is among the three.

20

Giorno knows my identity.

Of course, I don't like the series of actions taken to investigate my identity... But it is undeniable that he did succeed more than half.

He strung together all my identities except Dobio——

This once made me very irritable.

And when Diablo saw him through the glass, the fear that I thought had faded for so long reappeared.

He didn't notice that I was looking at him.Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his pupils shrank. Although his mouth was closed, he could see that the muscles in his cheeks were tense. He should be gritting his teeth to restrain his emotions.

When I looked down, his fingers were tense, and almost all of them were stuck to his pants, probably to keep him from shaking.But I didn't want to show myself too timid, so I tried hard and didn't grab my pants.

Seeing someone who is exactly like me behave like this makes me feel somewhat delicate.

Although it was expected... But in the final analysis, it was still the Requiem that shouldn't exist.

Strangely, I couldn't read the hatred in Diablo's eyes.

Yes... Even in Araki Manor, when I talked to him time and time again, when Giorno and Trishwe were mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were full of anger, hatred and fear, as well as those inexplicable anxieties——

Now that Giorno Chopper is in front of him, there is no hatred in his eyes.

"What?" I casually looked away from him, and looked at Giorno in the store, "I saw what I wanted to see... don't you want revenge?"

"......what."

Diablo was silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a low laugh, raised his hand to cover his face, a little tiredness permeated in the eyes exposed between his fingers, but it quickly subsided together with the previous fear.

He looked at me with his chin raised, as if mocking what I had just said.

他 说:

"Do you think... that I will impose that kind of insignificant emotion on someone who has nothing to do with me?"

Oh.

I raise my eyebrows.

Ok.

I said.

I have to admit, this guy is a little bit like me.

21

Giorno has a keen eye and quickly spotted me and Diablo standing outside.

He blinked, then smiled at me.

...I'm used to this smile.

But it seemed that Diablo felt a little nauseous, and he moved his hand down to cover his mouth, his face was ugly.

"You wait for me here for a while." I said, "If you die, I will collect the body for you in a while."

"..."

Diablo looked at me without agreeing or nodding. He just looked at Giorno again, then snorted, looked away from him, and turned his back to the shop.

I take it as the default.

I pushed down my hat, a little thankful I had my hair color treated and tied when I went out.After walking inside, stand in front of Giorno's table.

Giorno, Apache and Mista.

Apache had a weird expression on his face, as if he didn't want to stay where I was for too long—but because he knew my identity, he couldn't get up and leave.

Bucciarati later told me—I mean, with my false identity called “Pisiksi”—that for a long time Apache and Giorno hadn’t been on good terms.

It's even worse than when Giorno first joined the team.

I thought to myself, isn't this natural?

I was tricked into replaying Melancholic Blues, originally because I wanted to know what was going on with my false identity as "Maniaco", but I was deceived, and heard someone directly from the vampire or Kaz who played Melancholy Blues An acquaintance named Bugarati called the name of BOSS.

Giorno was considerate, he got up naturally and leaned the chair back.

"Mista, Apache, I have something to talk to sir," he said, "I'll be back later."

"Oh, it's pretty good." Mista seemed relieved, "It's unlucky for four people to sit at the table."

"..."

Apache frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Diablo was still outside the restaurant, and I naturally didn't want to chat outside, so Giorno and I had to go to the restaurant's toilet.

The boy was also curious about the man outside—but he didn't ask.

"Why don't you ask me?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Mr. always avoided me some time ago...Although I know what the problem is, I'm still a little sad." He said as if complaining, "But the problem—with Mr.'s character, even if I don't Will you tell me if you ask?"

"..."

"After all, it seems to be that person's problem."

"Humph."

I don't like the kid's sharpness very much, but I have to admit that it saves me a lot of trouble.

I said, "But you seem to know I'm coming."

Giorno admitted frankly.

but why?

"I don't know," he said. "I felt a connection—the person seemed to be related to me in some way, but it didn't feel like a real thing."

"..."

"Sir, you don't like the intuitive reason of "I feel it", do you?But it's true. "

He restrained his smile.

"I'm good at reading things, sir," he said. "Why would a man like him, whom I've never met, hate me?"

"..."

"Like you didn't like me in the first place - I'm confused, I don't know why, but I feel like..."

Giorno took a deep breath, as if he was considering whether such a description was appropriate, but soon, he said firmly:

"But I think it's not me that you and he hate."

"—"

I want to laugh a little.

But the truth, I did laugh it off.

Laughter makes my vocal cords vibrate, and it leaks when I cover my mouth.

--what.

I wonder.

The "Requiem that does not belong to Giorno Giovanna" connected him with "Diablo", and then both of them said——

that is not.

The fact that "the owner of the Requiem does not exist here" is stated without any basis.

22

He wants to die.

He wants to live.

I've always known this.

dying all the time.

Has been unable to die.

Maybe I can't say that I can't understand the taste of "death" at all, but I have forgotten it.

I know what kind of person I am, and by extension, I also know what kind of person Diablo is.

When Giorno said "That's not me", I didn't know whether to laugh at Diablo for a while.

Requiem made our relationship less equal.

Those who have never hurt others are feared, and those who have been hurt are afraid of those who have never hurt themselves but do not admit it.

I raised my hand to rub the boy's hair, he narrowed his eyes like a golden cat.

"It's not fair to me," he whispered. "It's not fair to sir."

"Ok, I know."

23

Sirens sounded outside.

I went out, and there were fragments of the vase and flower mud on the man's body.The dirt had stained him, but this time it seemed he had only been hit in the head and there was no blood on his body.

After dismissing the police as a gangster, I brought Diablo back to Araki Village.

Rather than laboriously cleaning him, I'd rather throw him straight into the tub and let the water run - like when I first got him back.

Calculating the time to come back to life is too troublesome.

I stood by the tub and this time remembered to turn off the tap before it overflowed.The undried blood on his forehead gradually floated up, like smoke that hadn't dissipated.

Suddenly, several large bubbles rolled up and burst on the water surface. He choked on the water and struggled to get up. After absorbing enough oxygen, he looked at me.

"Oh." I said with a smile, "wake up."

"..."

"Satisfied? You saw it."

He didn't speak, as if he was struggling to get out of the water, but he didn't have much strength, so he barely leaned against the edge and let out a short and weird laugh.

"Let me see," he said, "what do you think is the difference between me and you?"

"There's no answer to that kind of question," I said, "just as I can't answer how we're similar."

"..."

"how?"

"Do you think it's like retribution now?"

"..."

I can't quite get it, but I don't... not at all.

I never really got to know the Requiem, but it seems like a long time ago, and it rings in my ears all the time.

The living conditions of this Araki village are ghosts.

The dead, the undying, the dying.

No one is an exception.

So even if I don’t remember——when I saw Giorno for the first time, every minute and every second seemed to have a voice reminding me to remember.

"Of course there will be retribution for evil deeds, and I have done it too." I said.

"..."

"Do you hate Giorno?"

He looked at me silently, as if he felt that this question did not need to be answered.

He hates, he loathes.

No longer looking forward to life and death, no longer need to think about anything that will happen in the future, all you need to face is death and dying, bad luck and misfortune, and new births that you can never escape.

All the lights that shine on you, all the eyes that fall on you——

But he did not admit that it was Giorno here.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter."

He said.

"Really," I said, "Congratulations, you understand your former subordinates—how does it feel?"

"..."

"Still wondering why Bugarati is angry at you for wanting to kill Trish?"

I'm not one to do nothing when people mock me.

So is Diablo.

He got up out of the water and grabbed me by the collar, forcing me to get closer to him.

Something was burning in his eyes, hot and quiet.The drops of water on his eyelashes fell from his trembling, looking like freshly spilled tears.

His hands are hard, and the dress will probably have to be ironed later—though I'm more likely to buy another one—and his face is close to mine, mirrored in those same eyes.

Cold body temperature, warm breath.

"You understand, don't you?"

I say.

"You understand the hatred—just as you didn't understand it before."

About □□, about emotion.

Humans are creatures that feel all the pain in the world.

"..."

"Congratulations, you are still human." I said, "Diablo."

"—"

Of course there is retribution for evil deeds, but I never felt that Requiem was retribution.

That's all there is to gangsters.

Isn't it natural that Diablo is a bad guy?

He sold arms and manipulated casinos.

Allowing subordinates to lend usury, allowing the circulation of drugs-and allowing any violence in this world.

Snatch the marginal government|government, then monopolize other people's business, and do some intelligence trading by the way——

like me.

There is nothing to say about this.

Putting justice, morality, and values ​​that don't serve any purpose on a normal gangster would be fart.

retribution?

Heinous villains will of course be rewarded.

But what has no end is not punishment, and never retribution.

and--

"If you think it's retribution."

I put my hand on his wrist, let him let go of my collar, and then brushed my hair with a cool hand.

"Does it feel like a reward in front of you?"

"..."

He froze for a moment, then put his head on my forehead and laughed.

It was stuffy in the throat at first, and then it gradually turned into a harsh laugh——

He seemed to have had enough of laughing, and finally stopped, looking up at me.

He pulled me violently, our lips collided, my eyes widened in surprise, and then I frowned.

—he bit me.

He took a step back when I tried to pull him away from the sting.

You can't retreat too far in the bathtub, you can only make a sound of water.But this step surprised me, and I was pulled in by him directly, and fell into the water.

He who was hit by me was no exception.

But he looked indifferent, and even looked a little happy. He raised his hand to wipe the blood left on his mouth, and then straightened his hair.

"award?"

He said with a smile.

"Well—if you want to say so, so be it."

"......Humph."

I was drenched, but when he said that, I got up and looked down at him.

"Is it that hard to admit a fact?" I said. "It's not pleasant."

"Aren't we the same at this point? Next... what do you want to do?"

He sat in the water, watched me lick the unsoaked blood on my hand, and called out my name——

"Diablo?"

The author has something to say: there is a small amount of velvet.

write comfortably

I don’t know how to put it, but Narcissus wrote something about Diablo in addition to being cool.There is still a part when I write Bobo Fanwai later.

Generally speaking, the biggest difference between the boss of this article and the boss of the original is only the same.

Empathy.

If it is difficult to understand, you can read the manga. The manga boss and TV have a different sense of shaping.

That is, when you read the comics, you can fully understand that the boss is only pursuing the result, and the process is completely emotionless. The sinister smile that TV beat the priest to death is not in the comics.

Because to be honest, it is impossible for Diablo to experience "pleasure" when dealing with this kind of thing.

Even the question for Bugarati is "what's none of your business with my daughter, are you not getting enough money" (it's a question for him because he can't understand it at all)

Headwind sincerely praised Risut (because although he is on the opposite side of himself, he has indeed done a good job in achieving his own goals)

The smiles shown in the downwind fights are just the ones that hook the corners of the mouth (do you know that TV smiles really change, a knowing smile (huh) → a DIO-style downwind smile (hahahahahahaha), people originally smiled very reservedly what)

Why is Aunt Sweeping the Floor?Is it because he doesn't want to be exposed, because he is afraid of trouble?In the final analysis, it is because "killing and cleaning up because of being discovered" is very unreasonable to Diablo.

Then things are very simple.

Everything Diablo does comes from whether he thinks the move makes sense.

Bugarati betrayed me because I wanted to kill my daughter?This is unreasonable, you say, is it because I don't give you enough rewards?

Risut wants to seize the dp route, well, it's normal to kill me.

Bugarati!Beauty (arrow) is only for the strong!Ugh bastard!What are you doing! ! (???)

That is

As long as you understand that he is a person who lacks empathy, you will find that all his actions are rational and logical.

Later, when I communicated with people, I found that many people disliked the boss because of TV dramas (such as selfish expansion and ungratefulness), and the appearance of TV is too much compared to comics [closed eyes]

Although it's not that I don't like the expressiveness of TV, but to be honest, I don't like the various deviations caused by adding dramas.

As for Huang Zhen

There are no demons in the world, and there are no sons of gods. There are only human beings. I still have some complaints about Araki's overly religious approach.

It is a matter of course that evil comes with evil.

But people rely on their own views of good and evil to [judge], yes, I can only call Huangzhen a kind of trial, this is not that evil will be rewarded with evil.

People are not qualified to judge people on the premise of using their own views of good and evil (because this is not objective, and you are not a god), even if the other party is evil that you can see through your eyes. Can't.

This is just an inhuman cruelty, not retribution.

But indeed, Diablo, who has no "empathy power", can learn empathy in the endless death and rebirth, and gradually understand the emotions that he could not understand.

This is an inevitability.

Another reason why this episode unfolds like this is that I hope that the moment Diablo understands why he lost, this unfair trial of the devil will end.

Congratulations, you are still human.

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