Crazy Noisy Bizzare Beach (Pearl x Male stand user of Crazy Diamond Reader)

The Nijimura Siblings Pt. 3: The Soldier

(Y/N) walked into the old house. The air was stale and reeked as though something had made its way into the house and died there. The room was covered in broken furniture and was blanketed by cobwebs and dust. The wallpaper was cracked and peeling, even showing the house's poorly kept foundation. (Y/N) looked around, trying to find the man that let him in but he had disappeared into the darkness of the house. (Y/N) walked forward beginning his search, hoping to find the man and beat the answers out of him.

*CLICK*

(Y/N) felt something under his shoe. It had made a loud and noticeable noise, like a loud button being pressed. Then an explosion sounded right beneath his foot.

*BOOM*

The explosion was small, about the same size as a firecracker. However, the force of the explosion felt like (Y/N) had stepped on a real bomb. "What the Hell?" exclaimed (Y/N) as he fell over, "It's like I stepped on a tiny land mine"

As (Y/N) recovered, he heard tiny tapping noises above him. He looked up at the ceiling, but nothing was there except for the old open support beams barely keeping the room from caving in. That's when (Y/N) noticed something move. It was too small and dark to see it clearly, but (Y/N) could've sworn he saw a tiny arm reach out and drop something. The object fell to the ground with a tiny clink, as though it was made of real metal. (Y/N) took the object up with his left thumb and index finger to examine it. The object he was holding was a tiny hand-grenade. However, before (Y/N) could react, it exploded leaving his fingers a scorched and seared mess. "Holy crap that smarts"

(Y/N) needed to find another way, he needed to get out of the house and find an entrance that wasn't covered with explosives. (Y/N) slowly made his way to the entrance, stepping lightly and quietly so as not to draw attention to whoever or whatever was doing this to him. As he was only a few feet away from the door, (Y/N) heard footsteps outside. All of a sudden, the door slammed open causing (Y/N) to stumble backward and fall to the floor. Odis was standing at the entrance, blood gushing from his broken face. "We're not done, you son of a..."

Odis was interrupted by several loud bangs as a flurry of tiny bullets made their way into his chest. Odis flew out the door as though he had been shot with a real gun. (Y/N) barrel-rolled after Odis, bullets flying past him. The moment (Y/N) stepped outside, the gunfire ceased. (Y/N) glanced at his hurt foe, examining the tiny bullet holes in his chest. They were no bigger than a mole but nonetheless looked painful. Odis gripped his chest, trying in vain to stop the blood from coming out.

"You idiot" exclaimed (Y/N) as he walked over to Odis "You could've been killed"

"So," wheezed Odis "That would've been perfect for you right?"

"Maybe," said (Y/N) summoning his stand. (Y/N) kneeled down to Odis's side and had his stand touch heal him. After he was done, (Y/N) began walking back towards the house. Odis with a look of surprise and confusion jumped up and shouted "Why the hell did you just heal me?"

(Y/N) looked back at Odis. The truth was he didn't know why. Odis was hurt and (Y/N) had healed him, but why. Maybe he felt guilty, but for what? Beating Odis up, or letting him get shot? Then it hit him. If (Y/N) had killed Odis or Kaylee, they would be remembered as the two kids who just weren't killer material. No one deserved to be remembered for something so hopeless, so insulting to life. After a while, (Y/N) spoke "I just didn't think anyone needed to die today"

"Huh?" Odis raised an eyebrow, "but I tried to kill you"

"This isn't personal," said (Y/N) "I just want answers to some questions"