Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader)

Terrence T. D'arby

"It's already time," you muttered under your breath. "It's time to face Dio."

"Hey," Polnareff squinted his eyes, "doesn't that figure look like it's coming closer?"

"You're right, it does," Joesph said. "And it kind of looks like it's human."

Soon, the figure, which most certainly was a human, had floated its way to your group.

"Welcome, Joestar and company," the man bowed. "I am the butler of this mansion. My name is Terrence T. D'arby."

"D'arby?" Jotaro asked. "Are you related to the other D'arby we've fought?"

"Actually, I'm his younger brother," Terrence said. "But I don't hold a grudge against any of you for defeating him. However, Lord Dio has told me to finish you off, so I must do that for him."

"Wonderful," you muttered. This guy looked pretty weak, Jotaro could take him on easily.

Speaking of which, it looked like he had the same idea as you. Walking up, Jotaro summoned Star Platinum, but then Terrence spoke again.

"Before you punch me, I predict you'll hit me with your right fist. Am I correct?"

Without saying anything, Star Platinum used his left fist instead, but Terrence still dodged out of the way, grabbed it with his Stand, and pulled him into an opening in the floor with him.

"Jotaro!" Joseph and Kakyoin used their Stands to latch onto his feet, but were pulled in, as well. Quickly, you grabbed Kakyoin, but it proved futile as you toppled over into the opening just before it closed off.

"Ugh..." you slowly got up after falling down on your face. "I think I got a concussion."

"Welcome to my little sanctuary," Terrence said, gesturing to the seemingly wide open area. "I hope you enjoy it here."

"So," you asked, "does the soul-collecting business run in the family, or is it just your brother that's the heartless monster?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Terrence laughed. "Yes, I do collect souls, although my collection isn't as big as my brother's, as I don't believe in cheating to win. Plus, I think you'll find mine is a bit more... personal than his, as well." He opened up a cabinet, and about a dozen little dolls were in there. "I make these dolls myself, you know, each one hand-crafted."

"Wait," Kakyoin shivered, "I thought I saw one... move."

You all looked closely, and noticed one move, as well. "D'arby..." it spoke, "D'arby... please speak to me..."

Soon after, every doll joined in, calling out for the man who had made them this way in the first place.

"Yes, I do allow the dolls to talk, too," Terrence answered the unasked question. "I love hearing the stories of the souls I've collected."

"Jotaro," Joseph told his grandson, "I'd get rid of this guy now, before we have to win back any souls."

"Oh, no, no, not so fast, Mr. Joestar," Terrence warned. "After all, I've already attached my Stand's arm to his. If he kills me, then poof!" He made little jazz hand motions. "His arm is gone. It would be pretty hard to go up against Lord Dio with only one arm, wouldn't it?"

Jotaro looked at his arm, and sighed. "Fine. I'll gamble with you," he said.

"Oh, but I don't want you to gamble with me first," Terrence replied. "Also, not gambling, playing. Anyway, I'd rather Kakyoin or (Y/N) come up and play first."

"I'll go!" you shouted before Kakyoin could say a word. After all, you saw that Terrence had a game console, and you couldn't wait to show him your skill.