Owner Of A Lonely Heart (Reader x Jojo's Bizzare Adv: Vento Aureo)

1- Hello

*Trigger Warning*

Naples, Italy, 1992

*ding~ don~ ding~ don~*

Her foxy eyes took a glance at the grandfather's clock on the wall, soft hair ruffled.
11:30 it reads.
AM? PM? God knows, but all the girl knew is that she can't sleep.
Sighing, she stared blankly at the ceiling.

That ceiling was bland, that room was bland. Her room was quite large, it wasn't well decorated like a normal teenage girl's room, but it was most comfortable. The only lighting there was from a small old chandelier, and a bedside lamp. Her thick curtain was closed tightly leaving no crack for the gorgeous golden sun nor the beautiful silver moon to shine through. To be honest, the temperature isn't so cold as it seems, but in the sickly girl's skin, it was freezing like a Christmas' eve without a warm fireplace.

Somewhere in that lonely dark room, a bookshelf was placed. Mountains of books of all different genres and contents were her only friend.

That's you, who carry the surname Mirtillo.
Pale, lonely, sick, and sad. overall in a very pathetic state. The only thing good about you was your smarts and looks. Your physique was awful, your frame was awful, your health was awful.

Currently in death bed, but somewhat getting better, you had a severe iron deficiency from the lack of care your old man hd given, thus made the heart and lungs weak, But thankfully, you're steadily recovering.

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Somewhere around 12 PM, a humongous shadow appeared on the balcony.

The shadow snuck into your room, with a surgery knife on one of his hand.

As the man lifted his hand, ready to assassinate, he was shook by a soft voice.

"Why hello," you said, your voice possibly had startled the man.
"are you The Grim Reaper?" you continued, "Am I dead yet?"

"No, not yet," The shadow said with his deep voice. "but you will be."

"If you are here to end me, then thanks." you tried to grin your best, straining the corners of your lips, which surprised the man greatly. 

"Why are you thanking me?" The man asked with confusion. "Death is something to be scared of, not to be grateful of."

"My father sent you, right?" you sat up, which made the man shook a little, as he stared at your fragile frame. 
"If my father wants me dead so badly, so far as sending you here, then I'm a burden to him. I hate being a burden to anyone, and I hated the fact that I won't last long here, but it's inevitable."

Only truth has you spoken. Your father despised you so badly, because you were always sick throughout your whole life, and he starts to think of you as a burden to him, a parasite.

The only reason he kept ypu around is probably because he doesn't know how to get rid of you without alarming the po-pos (the cops).

Knowing this, the shadow man's heart was filled with disgust, a father was supposed to care for his daughter, to fulfill his daughter's needs, not wishing for her painful demise.

The man sighed, his crimson orbs glistened under the silver moonlight, his eyebrows were knitted in contemplation; he knew he shouldn't sympathize with his assassination targets, but he just couldn't help but pity this odd girl.

"I can't do this," He sighed, finally reaching an answer.

"Can't... do what?" you gave him a dumbfounded look, .

The man simply walked out of your room, and back to the balcony.

Now you can see his features clearly.

The man took a last glance back, and left.

The sick girl sat there, hair ruffled and cowlicked. Your previously empty mind was filled with many questions, and the main question was 'What the hell just happened?'.

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A/N: Mirtillo means blueberries in Italian, one of my favorite fruits to be honest (falls second to melons haha), and is there  to match the food/fruit/whatever consumable naming patterns in Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Golden Wind.

(Not so) Fun fact(s): Blueberries aren't blue, you know it.

Eps 1- Hello.
Status: Finished.