If you act as god be prepared to answer to those who came before you. JJBA X SMR

Chapter 15

(We're getting a small change in formula for these seven days where there will be the usual poetry breaks, but also flashback breaks like in the intervals, so it'll go story, poetry, story, flashback, story, or whatever segment the chapter first starts off with. Rinse and repeat. Hope you all enjoy this, me and my editor have been planning these days out since...forever. We're having a focus on who the reader was before stand fights and Ajamu, which is a topic I love, but remember that this will discuss in greater detail all the warnings listed in the story's start.

And have a Valentine's themed drawing of the reader. Hope you enjoy him because it was very fun to color and texture this piece.)

Title: Wasted breath; de-oxygenated blood. You'll be blue in the face either way.

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"Hey, what the-" Joseph choked on his own spit. Body being slammed against the wall of the hotel. Painfully aware that he was far enough away from the others that they most likely were unaware of his predicament. Scarlet eyes stared down at him. Santana's expression was as cold and blank as ever, and the hamon user hissed in pain when the pillar man pushed hard enough that he couldn't scream.

"Where is Lord M/n?"

"Tch-" A strangled gasp escaped his lips as Santana gave a low growl from the back of his throat. Only going silent when the dog M/n had let out a whine from its place on the bed. Santana looked back before dropping Joseph and practically vanished to give the dog a single pat on the head to comfort it. Joseph noted how tense the pillar man was and swallowed down a curse or complaint. "Well, you're really not going to like it, but..."

"What did you do?"

"I...well, I needed more time to get some last-minute training in, and we couldn't just give them the red stone, so..."

"Get on with it!"

"That's the angriest I've ever heard you! Anyway, I sold M/n for seven days. We'll get him back after that and me and Wamuu will have our fight." Santana went still at that, earning a weak smile from the Joestar. "And...according to Caesar, Esidisi kinda...burst out of M/n. Like he was some sort of parasite or something."

There was a snap as Santana broke part of the bed's headboard, causing the white dog to bark at Joseph. Clearly blaming him for the pillar man's anger. Leaving Joseph with the terrifying realization that he wasn't capable of easily blocking any potential hit Santana could target him with.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, though."

"Did he agree to it?"

"Well..."

"You forced him." Santana was almost eerily still, no outright anger or panic, and it seemed that if the dog wasn't visibly freaked out, he'd have lunged or started yelling.

"No! I mean, he sorta sold himself. All I had to do was say something incorrect about him and he'd fix it without thinking, then Kars agreed to take him...M/n said one night was too little-"

"To avoid getting sold."

"Probably, but he didn't break free or attack any of them."

"He swore he wouldn't." There's a hint of something that flickers across his face. Santana almost looks sick, and Joseph opens his mouth to keep arguing when Santana growls. A hint of claws and scales rippling along his skin, yet not fully breaking free. "He promised to me he wouldn't...what would he allow Kars to get away with because of that?"

"..." Joseph opened his mouth, but quickly stopped again. He could remember when they infiltrated that base. How M/n had gone still when they grabbed him to 'search' him. How he had mumbled something about it all being for Robert before he had intervened. Then how the god had broken apart during their training session. "He wouldn't...he wouldn't, like, let Kars force him into...he isn't that..."