The Eights

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THE EIGHTS

They represent:  Action, Change, Regeneration

On their way home, the two discussed about the very next day more than the soon to happen wedding.

"I need a cake... After all you are turning 19 only once."

Raisa kept thinking and didn't talk, she just listened to the rambling of her granddaughter as she kept offering ideas over what should they do.

"I want to make her happy. She's done so much for me."

"I have an idea. I'll speak with Polnareff about making a cake for her. You and the guys gather some nice gift for her. Try also contacting Leo... I somehow trust him a lot."

(Name) nodded and went home.

Raisa reached her shop and saw a new window put there, probably because there were shards both inside and out as if someone wanted to fully cover the traces, yet camera shown nothing but a scream that broke that one single window only.

Polnareff looked at his soon to be wife and went to hug her. "I'm so glad you're okay..."

"I love you." They kissed as they were smiling.

Seeing your loved one tends to make you happy.

"I need to talk with someone and I need your help."

"Of course my love!" He said, eyeing her well.

.•°•~~~~~Afterwards~~~~~•°•.

Raisa had a bowl of water and candles around it. The pinched finger drew blood and with Hamon allowed her to have a portal to the dead realm.

Polnareff looked at everything in disbelief but he understood what Raisa wanted.

"Felicia... My darling..."

"Mom... You're still alive?"

"Yes... I am..." Raisa held her river of tears as well as she could.

"What is (Name) doing?"

"She looks as beautiful as you did... She looks so much like you. Yes I know she's not you but she's yours... And she reminds me so much of you..."

"Mom... I love you so much... I missed you so much..."

Raisa was hugged by Polnareff. ABS Felicia saw them.

"DAD... YOU'RE ALIVE?"

"He's not your dad... But he's in a way his reincarnation. He is Jean Pierre Polnareff."

"I'm sorry, sir... You look very much like my late father."

"Don't worry, I still get used to the idea that I was married to this woman in the past... I love her so much that I'd do it again."

"Did you tell her about you?"

"No... But I'm glad she's getting stronger... She has been possessed by DIO."

"FUCKING THOMAS. I wish I have killed the son of a bitch when I had the time... When he came back home and I saw he was possessed... But he ran because if his stand and I couldn't do anything."

The reflection of the ghost cried softly.

"Felicia..."

"Please... Take care of my daughter...And don't you dare to tell her yet... I cannot be her guardian angel, as I can only manifest my physical appearance upon her stand... But it does not hold my memories, neither I can see her. "

Felicia vanished and the candles were blown away by a gush of wind.

"My baby is dead... My baby..." Cried softly in Polnareff's neck. "...and it's all my fault."

He patted her back and said "Raisa... You're not at fault... Fate is something we cannot avoid, but can predict. You have the talent of tarot reading... We are the slaves of fate but at least you're blessed to see it in the future..."

She hugged him tighter than before. "Thank you... I love you."

.•°•~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~•°•.

The same ritual and yet not the same person appeared in front of a (e/c) girl.

"I asked to see you because mom wasn't answering me. Like what the fuck? Is the spirit world like a phone call?"

"Don't worry. From the spirit world, I have most of the knowledge of the universe, because I wasn't yet reborn."

(Name) took a deep breath and spoke. "Tell me about the eclipse on 30-31. My prom will be around that date but at the same time I was told DIO will be stronger then."

"Hmm.... Yes it's true... But so will you. Gold will flow through your veins after the long awaited battle with your blood. But before that, you'll lose your ancestor."

"What. The. Fuck?"

"Sorry. In the spirit world we only get scripts like prophecies. It's up to you to find."

The "ghost calling" ended and the lights turned on by themselves. "FUCKING AVDOL JUST TELL ME EXACTLY!"

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