Title: Laughter
Characters: Mohammed Avdol
Author note: -
Requested - 2013
The sound of chickens clucking here and there, scratching the ground in search for worms was pleasing to Avdol's ears. He approached the noisy bunch and threw out a handful of grain. He smiled as he watched them peck at the ground furiously. Chickens were simple, he thought. He wished he could return to his simple life as a fortuneteller too.
Avdol put the bowl of grain down on the porch and sat down. He was resting in an old farmhouse waiting for Mr. Joestar and his crew to come by. He relaxed and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. The back of his hand brushed his wound. It still stung a little, but it was almost healed. That encounter with Hol Horse was unfortunate. He laughed to himself. He could've predicted that better.
The silver bowl reflected the sun's rays and pierced his eyes as he looked into it. He thought about how Polnareff was coping with his "death." Would he get mad if he found out that he was in fact alive? Polnareff was by no means a bad man, he was just a little rash. Maybe "little" was an understatement. Once again, Avdol cracked a smile as he glanced at the empty bowl.
He picked the bowl up and headed into the house to get some shade. He'd been living in there for a while after his wound had been patched up. Mr. Joestar said that they'd contact him once J. Geil was defeated. Avdol was convinced that they'd be done with that soon. The group of men he'd been traveling with was rather capable.
This thought made him sigh out loud. He'd gotten into a lot of trouble due to them but he also appreciated their companionship. Ever since he'd met Dio, he was uneasy. Finding other stand users was reassuring. They watched each others' backs and they displayed a strong camaraderie. He was no longer alone.
Sometimes he did wish to return to his former job as a fortuneteller. He missed it. The looks of wonder on his clients' faces, their smiles as they returned to him telling him that he was correct... He missed all of that. He lived a pretty solitary life, moving from place to place, sometimes telling fortunes for free. It wasn't an easy job, but it was fun. He met interesting people and got to glimpse into their lives. That in itself was priceless. A shame Avdol wasn't a good storyteller.
Due to his job, he was able to meet Mr. Joestar. He was grateful for that. The American-born Englishman was friendly yet forceful at times. When he'd heard that he needed his help, Avdol agreed immediately. He knew firsthand how manipulative Dio could be. This brought him to think that he wouldn't trade anything for the adventure he was caught in. He would personally see to Dio's death.
Fanning himself with some old newspapers, Avdol leaned back into his rocking chair. There were voices in the distance; one was particularly disgruntled. He smiled and closed his eyes for a second. Polnareff would sure be surprised to see him again. He'd wait for Mr. Joestar to give him the signal and then he'd pat the Frenchman on the shoulder and greet him. He'd watch as Jotaro, Kakyoin and Mr. Joestar laughed at the unsuspecting European. They'd all laugh.
The bond he'd formed with these people in less than a month was tight. He didn't need to read the future to know that they'd always treat him as a friend, as family. Either way, he was grateful to meet them whether they were chance encounters or not. He was no longer alone.
End.