Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Close Call

You took a deep breath after reaching the Jones Family Bakery. The entry bell rang and as expected Senora Jones came running.

"Y/n? Oh, my goodness you had me worried!" Your mother ran up and hugged you tightly. "It's been hours! Where were you?"

An innate sense of guilt flooded your conscience. Even if it wasn't entirely your fault, you felt awful for worrying her.

"I got hung up by the teacher after detention. I'm sorry." You mentally kicked yourself for lying to your mother.

"But there wasn't any trouble, right?" Senora Jones broke her hug to look you in the eye.

"Uh- no trouble.... I'm going to go change out of my school clothes." You carefully slipped out of her grasp and headed up from the bakery to your room.

When you reached your bedroom, you dropped your backpack and kicked off your shoes. Your being stressed and tired from the current situation made your stand appear without your calling on it. "Oh- hi?" You stood in silence, waiting for it to do anything. "Do you need something?" The stand looked rather excited for some reason. It soundlessly hopped up and down and pointed at itself. "What has gotten into you?" The stand waltzed over to a corner of you room where you had draped your bakery apron. It adamantly pointed at your name tag. "Oh, right I did say I'd name you later huh? Guess you really don't want to wait." You tiredly flopped onto your bed. There weren't many clues as to what exactly the naming system was for stands. "Got any suggestions?" You glanced over to your stand, it was exploring your room, curiously examining random items, briefly picking them up and putting them back.

"Muda."

"Can you tell me what abilities you have?"

"Muda."

"Do you say anything other than that?"

"Muda."

"Okay..." You rubbed your temples. Your stand obviously had a mind of its own. "I promise I'll name you later. Right now... I'd better get ready for dinner." You picked yourself up off the bed and prepared to change out of your school clothes until a blue shine coming from your window sill caught your eye. You took a few steps closer only to find a small toy soldier looking into your room with a tiny pair of binoculars. The blue shine was an aura that surrounded the solider.

If there wasn't an aura, you would have never seen it. The camo pattern of its uniform coupled with its minuscule size made it almost invisible.

"Is someone messing with me?" You mumbled to yourself. "My room is on the second story; how did this get all the way up here?" You apprehensively stepped closer, keeping your stand activated. The toy soldier proceeded to MOVE. It nimbly drew a gun and shot a single tiny bullet directly at your chest. The bullet sailed through the glass of the window, shattering it completely. By pure instinct, and perhaps a bit of luck, your stand managed to move in front of you, making sure the bullet was blocked by its hand and didn't make it to your heart. Everything happened so fast you were mentally trying to catch up when a pain set into your hand. You looked down to find a small circular wound on your hand. There was an identical wound on the same hand as your stand. Your attention snapped back to the window, but the toy soldier was already gone.

You frantically moved to the window, leaning out to peer down at the street below. A bright blue aura shone through the darkness. Standing on the street outside the bakery was a tall figure surrounded by what looked to be toy soldiers. He started walking away from the bakery but turned and looked at you. The piercing glair he fired at you was just as terrifying as the bullet from moments ago. When he saw you were completely fine his eyes narrowed. You were going to be a threat to his mission if you weren't scared off.