Omake 54: The Love Girl (1)

“What?”

Giorno Joestar was confused. After being finally allowed by his mother to look around the Indian city they just reached, he thought he would have been spared any sort of issues of the confusing kind. Then he happened to end up standing outside a shop while his mother was buying new things to bring back home. No toys, sadly, but that didn’t make the trip any less interesting for him.

His only knowledge of Indian cities was through Georgie, and, even then, it wasn’t enough to prepare him for the vast difference between any European city and this one. And then, as he spotted children running around, his eyes fell on a single one that stood right on the other side of the street.

She was… unique. Quite eye-catching with her unusually white hair and red eyes. She was wearing a simple violet and white dress and… she stared at him. A smile on her face which looked friendly- if not more. She walked up to him, slowly, almost strutting, and then paused right in front of the boy. She was a bit taller than he was, but Giorno didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been friends with taller kids before.

“Hi. My name is Kama, what’s your name?”

So nice and polite!

“Giorno. Giorno Joestar.”

“Woah, are you English?”

He smiled. “Yes.”

“You look so handsome,” Kama complimented easily, getting a bigger smile out of Giorno.

“Thanks.”

She nodded back and then… seemed to wait for something. Was he supposed to say something else? He was confused. Did Giorno make a mistake in his introduction? Why was she giving him that look?

“Is… everything alright?”

Kama hummed. “Did you know that when one greets someone they share a kiss?”

“A kiss?”

“Yep. It’s just to show affection and trust,” She said, puckering her lips for some reason.

A kiss? Isn’t that so sudden? Shouldn’t they be closer before doing any of that? Still, Giorno was taught to be direct about some of those interactions and perhaps he could be open in that regard in this case too. So, he reached out and landed a chaste kiss on his planned target. Then, as he retreated, he noticed that Kama was looking at him annoyed as she realized what happened.

“W-What? I meant on my lips!”

“Why would I kiss a friend on their lips?” Giorno rebuked, frowning harder at this.

“Because-” Kama paused, then her gaze narrowed at him. “Wait, we are… friends?”

“Well yeah. I kissed you on the cheek. That’s a friendly thing to do, right?” The blond inquired. “Plus, while you’re a bit silly, you are quite pretty too.”

At this point Kama’s face looked on fire with how red it had gotten. Giorno couldn’t understand much of why the girl’s visage turned like that, but he wondered if it was some sudden sickness or perhaps a normality in this country for some people to get redder like that.

“Oh my, oh my,” A familiar woman muttered in amusement, and both children turned to see Hannah leaving the store. “Giorno, you made a friend. Can you introduce her to me?”

Before the blond could have done that, Kama spoke up with a delighted and confident tone.

“My name is Kama. And I wish to join your family so I can eventually marry your son.”

Giorno frowned. Marriage? Isn’t it too early for that? Aren’t they just friends? He looked at his

“Okay~.”

“For real?!” Kama half-exclaimed. “I mean, aren’t you suspicious of a girl like me trying to steal your son for herself and perhaps corrupt him in the long run.”

Hannah Joestar chuckled. “Oh, but little Kama, I never said I wasn’t going to give him to you easily. Let’s see if your actions match your words~.”

Santana merely shook his head and, out of instinct, reached out to pat Giorno’s head. It was indeed a confusing sight, and they both could tell that was going to get more and more complicated the more time passes. Giorno’s dormant Harem plan was getting bigger by the day and… Santana could tell that the boy was going to have numerous migraines out of that sort of mess his mother was setting up for him.

Poor kid didn’t know that the woman just wanted numerous grandbabies from his line.