[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

The clock was ticking, showing that it would be eight o'clock in the morning.

There was a cute little face reflected in front of the glass, those bright green eyes were staring at the beating second hand, the eyes were full of eagerness.

"Jingle Bell--"

The alarm clock didn't ring for a second, he pressed it quickly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Giorno, what are you doing?"

He was startled by the sudden voice behind him, turned around with a puffy face, very dissatisfied, "Why is Mom still awake! Really..."

"I woke up when you entered my room." Diablo's words were full of helplessness. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to Giorno and squatted down, reached out and tapped his little nose.

"Ah? Did I wake up Mom?" Giorno shrugged with a slightly itchy nose, with regret on his face, thinking that it should be lighter next time.

My mother has set the alarm clock to go to work these days, leaving him at home alone. Although he has mentioned that he wants to go together, my mother said that those jobs are too dangerous for him, and he can go together when he grows up.

Mom didn't come back until early in the morning, so it's really hard to get up at [-] o'clock in the morning!I don't know which company is so wicked!

Originally, he wanted to cut off the alarm clock lightly, but it turned out that the movement he made woke up his mother...

"No, I haven't fallen asleep." Diablo smiled and rubbed Giorno's little pink head.

"Eh? How can that work!" Giorno broke free from her hand, and pushed her back to the bed with his little hands, "Mom, let's go to bed again, work is not as important as your body!"

Diablo followed Giorno's movements and sat down beside the bed with some amusement, "Giorno really looks like a little grown-up."

"I said I've grown up, but you still don't let me hang out with you..."

"What's so fun about work?" Diablo pinched Giorno's soft cheeks, and it felt great. "Of course you can't be entangled in work when you go out with Giorno! How about going to the beach this afternoon?"

"Eh? Zeng's?!" Giorno, whose face was pinched, said excitedly inarticulately.

"Well... Actually, there is nothing to do today, I just forgot to set the alarm clock."

"Then mom should go to bed again, anyway, it's afternoon, so it's the same if you sleep until noon and then get up!" Giorno looked at the faint dark circles under her eyes, and pushed her again.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Diablo lay down resignedly. She was sleepy, but she had been thinking about the organization last night. "Does Giorno want to sleep with mom?"

"Yes!" He answered decisively, slipped into bed, and hugged his mother's waist.

Diablo also lay down, and stroked Giorno's soft pink fur. Tiredness drove her to close her eyes, and her breathing became steady after a while.

Giorno, who slept extremely well, wasn't sleepy at all, and stared at Diablo's defenseless expression with his eyes open.

Giorno thought for a while about what his mother usually does when he is sleeping. He blinked, pouted his mouth and moved closer, but he couldn't reach his mother's forehead, and was afraid of waking her up with too much movement, so he turned to Diabo. Luo recently printed the past on his lips.

He quickly withdrew, feeling guilty for no reason.

Giorno had seen the so-called father DIO do such a thing to his mother, and the mother's expression was disgusted at that time.

He didn't want his mother to know that he had done this kind of thing, and he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him if his mother showed disgust at him.

"Giorno..." Diablo didn't know what he dreamed of, murmured Giorno's name, and hugged him a little tighter.

Feeling the other's warm breath, Giorno was a little happy, and hugged him even tighter, maybe because his mother's embrace was too warm, Giorno also closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

……

In the afternoon, the two of them went to the beach as agreed.

Today's weather is fine, the warm winter sun is still dazzling, and with the reflection of the sea, Giorno squinted instinctively, and the face of his mother waving at him from the backlight was a bit unreal.

"Giorno? Come here." But the voice really reached his ears, making him forget the thought of 'this may be a dream'.

"Yeah!" He trotted over, and his mother thoughtfully squatted down to look at him, holding the snacks for the black-tailed gulls in her hands.

"Come on, don't get your hands dirty." Mom didn't pass the snacks to him, but twirled some and threw them to the black-tailed gulls who squatted aside who were not afraid of people at all.

"It's okay, I took off the gloves." Giorno said as he was about to take off the little fluffy gloves.

"No! It's too cold outside, don't show your hands!"

"But isn't mom showing it too..."

Giorno was very aggrieved, looking at Diablo with watery eyes, and the latter's expression slowly changed to helplessness.

"... Don't take off the gloves, just hold on to them like this." It's just gloves, you can buy as many pairs as you like.

Then the pure white gloves were covered with crumbs, and the fur was ruffled by black-tailed gulls.

Diablo shook his head helplessly, she was holding the waffles she just bought, and she definitely couldn't let Giorno hold them by himself.

The two sat on the bench by the sea, and Giorno took a bite of the waffle handed by his mother. It seemed that it was just out of the oven, and it was still warm, which was just right to eat in this colder weather.

"Giorno."

"What's the matter? Mom?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Huh?" Giorno tilted his head, as if thinking seriously, then he pointed somewhere, "I want to be like them."

Diablo looked over suspiciously, and there were couples-to-be who were taking wedding photos by the beach.

The faces of the two were filled with happy smiles. When the photographer said ok, the groom quickly took the jacket aside and put it on the shoulders of the bride. The cold wind did not blow away the warmth between them.

"How old are you, do you already want to get married?" Diablo looked at Giorno a little teasingly, "Which girl is so lucky? But it's not so easy for me..."

"There are no other girls, it's mother." Giorno interrupted her.

"Ok?"

"When I grow up, I want to marry my mother!"

"Hahahahaha..." Diablo laughed after being stunned for a second, "Okay, I'll wait for you to grow up."

"Really?"

"of course."

"Then we pull the hook!"

As he spoke, Giorno lowered his head to take off his gloves, and when he raised his head again, there was no one in front of him.

"Mother?"

Giorno's smile froze on his lips, and he looked around.

No, nothing, the people who had been walking by the beach were gone, only the unfinished waffle fell on the ground, it was already dirty, just like his gloves.

"Mother--"

He yelled, but there was no response.

"Mom - woo woo..."

Helpless, he couldn't help sobbing from his throat, and the extremely familiar title was deformed.

"Mommy mommy--!!"

Tears poured out uncontrollably, and the cold wind made her little face flush abnormally.

He grabbed the dirty waffle and tried to catch up, but... where?He didn't even know the direction, so he could only stand there helplessly.

Mom abandoned him again...

again?Why did he say again?

I don't understand.

The tears in his eyes blurred the surrounding scenery, and Giorno tried desperately to wipe them off, but again and again, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, layer upon layer... layer upon layer...

……

"...?"

"...boss?"

"...Wake up!"

"Wake up! Giorno?!"

Giorno opened his eyes suddenly, and the coat on his shoulders slipped off.

"You have a fever, I told you a long time ago not to sleep here, you..." The voice beside you suddenly stopped, "You...are you crying?"

Giorno stiffly turned to the person beside him, it was Fugo... Oh yes, he is now the godfather of the entire gang organization...

Taking out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiping away his tears, Giorno stroked his hot forehead and stood up a little tiredly, "I'm going to rest, I'll leave the work to you first."

"Ah? Oh..."

Back in the bedroom, Giorno didn't even change his clothes, so he forgot to get into the bed.

Giorno no longer knew whether the dream just now was good or bad, his head was dizzy, which reduced his judgment a lot.

Mother……

In the dimness, he seemed to have returned to the day when he was hugged by his mother, warm and at ease.

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