———HE’D NEVER BEEN THE TYPE OF PERSON TO BACK DOWN FROM A THREAT. breathing hard onto the the surface of the wall, he angled his head a moment to glare back at the larger man. his voice was gruff, a tone that shook him deep to the core. the man let out a quiet laughed.
❝ what happened to you little rule — what was it… femmes only? ❞ elliot’s restrained hands reached out behind him, grabbing at ilya’s waistband as best he could while the other resisted. oh, he’d enjoy this.
His men pulled out their guns on Elliot as he reached in his coat only to lower them as he revealed his cigarette pack. The bratva narrowed his eyes. Apologize? Him apologize? He meant what he did and he in no way felt bad or remorseful for doing so. It would be a waste of breath and a pointless lie. Putting his hands on his hips let and out humorless laugh, slowly shaking his head. The nerve of this man. He pushed his hair back from his face and met the German’s eyes with his own.
“You are really in no position to ask such things. Now, why are you here? Unless it’s to die I recommend talking.” Ilya advised gesturing towards him with an open hand. How on earth he managed to find one of their hideouts? And to so audaciously show his face here. By all rights he should have killed on the spot yet he chose against it. Perhaps it was some sliver of respect or a curiosity as to what the German can do.
———❝ YOU WOULD KILL ME? and here i came with only good intentions in mind… ❞ the man clicked his tongue in distaste, a smile just under the surface of his somewhat theatrical performance. blowing his smoke in ilya’s direction, he flicked a bit of ash off the end of his cigarette. where to begin?
❝ i have a deal i would like to discuss in private ; no guns, no posse. and to sweeten the pot — ❞ he took a last drag off his tobacco, folding the cigarette filter into his hand and displaying it before his russian counterpart. in an instant, it turned to ash as a searing fire overtook his palm.
❝ … i’d be willing to undo the damage to your face. ❞ with that, the ash in his palm reignited a white flame, reforming into the tan end of his prior smoke.
———IT WAS A TWIST TO THE BLADE WHICH HE’D BURIED NEXT TO THE HATCHET. despite his animosity, the german had come not merely to taunt the russian swine. he’d been out longer than he’d have liked, the beating he took during his mind controlled hours something of a mystery to him alone. informed of the events, he’d come to discuss it with the man himself.
❝ you’re awfully cocky for a guy who looks straight out of a batman comic? ❞ reaching a hand into his coat pocket, he maintained eyes contact as he slowly raised a pack of cigarettes. there was no need to alarm him with any sudden movements, even if his gun was tucked away in the waistband of his pants.
❝ you may apologize whenever. i’ll wait. ❞ to that, he placed the cigarette between his teeth, protruding end lit in the absence of a match.
✿ It was almost surreal, really- seeing her stern teacher smiling so genuinely, the corners of his eyes pushed upwards by the folds of his skin, alight with understanding. For a brief moment, it had truly felt as if everything was right in the world. She’d spent so much of her life in isolation, thoroughly convinced that nobody would ever be able to truly understand her- and then Elliot presented her with the missing piece of her life’s puzzle, and everything clicked together.
She didn’t have to hide herself anymore- not around Mr. Kaufman, at least. Relaxed in his presence, the girl would slide herself out of the passenger seat and trail along his footsteps, fetching what bags she could out from the trunk. “White Lion, huh? Is that his name?” Mio inquired as she hefted her bags in her arms, cradling them against her chest.
Her parents had yet to return from work for the day, meaning that for now, the house was completely empty. Surely they wouldn’t mind if she invited her teacher inside for a little while? After all, it would be rude of her to let him go without a reward- perhaps a cup of tea would suffice?
———WITHIN THE HOUSE, THERE WAS MUCH THAT DREW HIS ATTENTION. his mind lingered on his own childhood home, what little pictures of family there were among the meager decor inside. he supposed this was not as normal as he’d initially believed, seeing the homey-ness of mio’s residence.
pulling off his shoes, the german set them aside in the mudroom. he didn’t dare take off his coat just yet, not wanting to impose by making it seem like he’d stay long. with a smile, the man allowed the girl to lead the way.
❝ since you asked, that is my stand’s name. ❞ as the kettle began to steam faintly from the kitchen, elliot seated himself down on top of his jacket. it seemed there was much more to talk about.
“We’ve got our reasons.” It was obvious Kirill was at the end of his patience, he was gritting his teeth and his nails were digging into his palms, if it weren’t for his boss standing right behind him his hostage would be out cold, but there were other plans.
He took a sharp breath and looked back at one of the men, his accomplice shrugged. “Maybe you should tell us who you’re working for huh. What’s the worst that could happen. We let you go because you’re no threat, or we kill ya’ ‘cause you are. Or maybe we just kill ya’, be done with it and go out have dinner.” He shot a half cocked smile “Hrm, Well? Take your pick.”
———❝ YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY WITH YOUR WORDS. i almost want to test your patience more, my friend. ❞ the man considered his options as carefully as he could in such a predicament. it wasn’t that he intended to die, rather, he wanted to be sure he still had the upper hand in the situation before he spilled the beans.
“Did you truly believe you could escape DIO, Elliot? I knew you were never too bright, but this is a new low for you.”
The other blonde resembled a deer caught in headlights, and it caused him to lick his lips, his tongue slow and deliberate.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m not dead, hm? By the grace of my dear friend, I was able to recover fully from the fight with Jotaro. It took and embarrassing amount of time to do it, and for a while my body was marred with more scars. I lost the one on my neck, only to get a full body one on my left side. Luckily, that healed and went away, though sometimes I get the illusion of it still on my face.
He chuckled. “Though, enough about me, Elliot, let us address you. You’ve aged since I last saw your faces. You almost look older than I am now!”
———❝ WERE YOU ALWAYS SO LONG WINDED? forgive me if my face does not give away how little i care. ❞ the german bared his teeth, obviously curious about how the man survived, but never expecting an explanation. one thing he hated more than anything was the build up to an undoubtedly painful outcome. he almost wished dio still had the scar so he could have an idea of the pain he went through; how satisfying that would be.
❝ if i thought i could escape you, i would’ve done that instead of join the joestars. ❞ no, he never wanted to run, knowing the man would soon follow. his idea of a night well slept only came after killing the motherfucker who plagued his nightmares.
❝ so, this is it then — you’re going to kill me, i’m assuming? ❞ if the man was here, he’d no doubt go after jotaro and joseph next. somehow, he needed to warn them.
———IT WASN’T EXACTLY AN APOLOGY HE’D EXPECTED WHEN WAKING. somehow, through blood deprived begging or worse, the german had convinced their little team of crusaders to remain while his injuries healed. though the fear of his previous affiliation with dio seemed to fade for some, others felt it was best to keep an eye on him.
nevertheless, they could not afford to leave their healer in one place, not when it was clear his injuries were only as lasting as his unconscious state. it would be a death sentence.
❝ i told you to give me a forty eight hours before you decide to abandon me on the side of the road. ❞ the blond smirked, lifting in bed as he rubbed the bandages on his raised leg. no normal man could recover from the ordeal he had undergone, yet with a blood transfusion and a days rest, the german seemed uncharacteristically well. almost too well.
gloved hand hovering over the knee, the man pulled at the taut bandages as a low flame began to erupt from the cloth. bit by bit, the flame engulfed his injury in a painful sear of flesh and tissue. he bit down hard as the fire turned from its extreme temperature, to a numbing cold. where he’d destroyed skin, new flesh grew, closing the wounds with a kind of gentleness uncharacteristic of a combat stand. sacred flame had always needed to destroy before it could rebuild, poetic almost if not for the fact it hurt like hell.
❝ help me up, i’m gonna need to do the rest on the go. ❞
part 3
part 4
some anime inspired drawings of elliot for his jjba verse! i used part three and four′s art styles respectively.
———LISTLESS WERE HIS NIGHTS SPENT ALONE IN HIS APARTMENT, grading papers and continuing research into the murders plaguing morioh-cho. mostly, he chose to prioritize his time with lesson plans for the next day, finding little in the way of leads. a bowl of edamame at his desk, the man hadn’t even noticed it was picked clean through until a familiar voice startled him back to reality. empty green husks of soy spilled to the ground as the ceramic container followed suit, shattered into an unrecognizable mess. in an instant he was on his feet, emerald eyes wide as disks as he stared the intruder down.
❝ how—! ❞ he made no sudden movements. the vampire could end his life in an instant, they both knew it. frozen before the man even called his stand forward, he slowly backed towards the wall opposite from his window. dio was not a man he could fight alone. the only way he’d survive this was to get help, something he’d taken into account with both kujo and his grandfather. to think his little precaution would help for an unintended threat.
✿ The girl swallowed hard as they were wrenched around the corner and into the open streets, keeping her eyes trained on his enigmatic grin. Had she seen something that she wasn’t supposed to? Mio wouldn’t have doubted that for a moment- there had always been something off about this man. He exuded an aura unbefitting of a mere rank-and-file teacher, he draped himself in refineries and luxuries that others in his position could only dream of obtaining.
But most importantly, he’d been watching over her closely since the beginning of the semester. Sometimes, Mio would catch him stealing cool glances in her direction, as if he were waiting for something- the right moment to strike perhaps? Shuddering at the thought, the girl would wrap her arms around herself and attempt to steady her erratic breaths.
Something like a sigh or a gasp involuntarily slipped past her trembling lips at the moment that he’d come to a full stop and mentioned the incident that tied everything together. The pieces were beginning to click into place; “W-wait, you saw it? You could see the ‘alien’, as well…?”
———THE QUESTION EARNED HER A SMILE UNLIKE THE ONES HE TENDED TO PUT ON. genuine and of greater substance, the man kept his eyes on the road but almost wished he could face her in that moment.
he’d always been sort of intense, for very viable reasons. growing up in a place that did not forgive even the most innocent of children, he’d been shaped into monster and man through others’ motivations. never once did he get the sort of mentorship that came without a price. it meant something to him that he could do this for mio, that he could allow her the kind of guidance without manipulation or lies.
coming up to the end of the street where maki lived, the began to search for a place to park closer to her house. the amount of bags she had would be cumbersome to carry all the way, but in the end, he slid the car into the first spot he saw, and exited the car to help.
❝ maki-san, there is much to talk about, but i’d like to tell you, 「WHITE LION」 isn’t anything to be afraid of. ❞
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