Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Jigsaw

"Hey kid.....Are you okay?" You cautiously approached the boy, but he didn't show any sign of acknowledgment. What was this little kid doing all by himself? He didn't look to be any more than ten or eleven. You glanced around at the surrounding shops, trying to locate a frantic parent or sibling, but everyone in the area was just walking by, not even glimpsing at the distressed child.

"M-mama-"The boy choked out as he continued to sob. You looked around again but there wasn't anyone nearby who seemed to be missing a kid. He didn't appear to be hurt in any way, but his hands were obstructing his face, so it was hard to tell for sure. Something shiny on his wrist grabbed your attention. You bent down, examining the metal bracelet. It had a phone number etched into it. Was this a medical bracelet? You knew people with allergies, those prone to seizures, as well as other health problems wore bracelets to inform emergency personnel what they may be afflicted with. This looked like something similar, but all that was written on the band was a phone number.

After looking around a bit you spotted a pay phone across the street. Would it be okay to leave the kid? Even just for a second? You weren't by any means an expert on comforting children, so this was a worrying situation no matter what you decided to do. The boy's breathing was ragged and progressively getting faster. If you wanted to go call whoever's number was written on the band you figured you should probably try calming the kid down first. You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder but withdrew it immediately.

He was as cold as ice! How was that possible? It was around seventy or eighty degrees out today. Not to mention noon, so the sun was beating down on you pretty fiercely.

"H-help.... m-me." The boy wheezed. Much to your surprise he jumped up and clung to your arm. "D-don't leave p-please." The boy shivered and tightened his grip on your arm. "I-I don't want to be alone." Even though his skin was icy his palms were extremely sweaty. You didn't mind it, but you wondered what in the world could be ailing the boy. Was this an illness? As he tried to look at you his eyelids drooped down. He looked like he was trying to keep them open, but despite his best efforts, couldn't.

"Whoa." You repositioned yourself so you could sit next to the boy as he clung to you. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Did your parents bring you here? Who is supposed to be looking after you?" The boy's breathing calmed down a bit but picked back up when a car on the nearby road honked its horn. The boy shook and clung to your arm even tighter than before. Could this be a panic attack? "Look. I don't mean to be pushy, but you need to try calming down." You said softly, trying not to add to the boy's anxious state. "If you keep breathing like this, you're only going to make yourself feel worse."

"O-okay." He was obviously trying his best, but his breathing still came out uneven and ragged.

"Here." Given the kid was struggling to keep his eyes open, you placed one of his hands on your chest close to your heart. It felt odd to be comforting a stranger's child, but at the moment you didn't have much of a choice. Nobody in the passing crown was stopping to help, and you couldn't ask the boy where his parents were if he was too scared to even breathe. "Breathe with me." You took slow deep breaths and let the kid follow your direction. After about a minute he seemed calmer, along the progression of calming down he stopped crying. When the boy was finally breathing on his own you moved to escape his grasp but he tightened it as you tried to pull away.

"P-palms." He stuttered quietly. "I want to wipe my palms." You nodded and pulled a beach towel out of your bag. The boy hurriedly detached from your arm and started wiping his hands.

"Rikiel?! Rikiel!?" Looking over your shoulder you saw a man yelling and looking around. You waved your hand in the air and got his attention. The man sighed when he saw the small boy sitting next to you.