Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Blueberry Blast

Once again you found yourself walking down the beach. This time it was Sunday afternoon. Senora Jones seemed pretty happy when you explained that you were going to the beach with a friend. She sent you off with a smile and a 'have fun sweety!'

"Y/n! Over here!" Jaya hopped and waved at you, as if you'd somehow miss her.

"Hey." You greeted. "Thanks for helping with this."

"It's no problem!" Jaya smiled as the two of you started walking in tandem to the dock. "What are friends for anyways?" She asked rhetorically.

While to two of you walked Jaya rambled on about her morning. You simply listened, making a comment here and there just to show you were paying attention. That was how the two of you interacted most of the time. At this point you had only known Jaya a week, yet you knew a lot about her, even details you may have preferred not knowing. She liked the color blue; her favorite movie was the Parent Trap from 1961. Her mother was Italian, her father an American. She lived in Italy until two years ago when she moved with her father and brother Julius to their current place of residence in Florida. Julius, her brother, adored the cupcakes from your mother's bakery. Jaya told you a lot about herself, like what foods she liked, how messy her parent's divorce had been, and even the fact she practiced some magic breathing technique that healed your sorry ass every time you got it handed to you by an enemy stand user.

"The dock is over here." You pointed to an old conglomeration of barnacle covered bords. It was far from the main tourist area and fairly hidden away. That was probably why Blake wanted to meet Tim there. As you started sweeping the dock for anything odd, Jaya tentatively stepped onto the rickety bords.

"Remind me again what we're looking for?" She asked, watching as you bent down to inspect one of the wooden hitches.

"Anything that looks damaged, out of place, or could have been caused by a stand user." You stood back up upon finding nothing off about the hitch. "Why don't you take one side, and I'll take the other?"

"Sounds good." Jaya lazily gave a thumbs up and walked to the other end of the dock.

After moving from one hitch to another for ten minutes you were getting annoyed, there had to be something Tim's attackers left behind. Right? That's when you found something interesting on your current dock hitch. Holes. Four perfectly round holes, bored into the wood. They could've easily been caused by bugs, erosion, or a tool of some kind, but you recognized these specific holes. You had one exactly like them in your own hand the other day. Holding your hand up to the hitch showed the scar on your hand and the holes on the dock hitch were the exact same shape and size. While this wasn't definite proof the man who attacked you a few nights ago and the man who attacked Tim were the same, it served as a clear and strong tie between the two at least.

"Hey! Look over here." Jaya called you over from her side of the boardwalk. When you got to her side Jaya pointed at a groove in the wood of one of the braces. You glanced around at the area. This brace was the same one Tim was sitting against when you found him the other evening. You bent down to get a better look at the groove. It dug deep into the wood, and inside there was the glint of something metallic.

"I can't see it all that well and there's no way I can reach inside this groove, but there's definitely something in there."

"Here." Jaya shuffled through her bag before handing you a pair of tweezers and a flashlight. You took the items looking down at them, questioning whether Jaya just handed them to you.

"Do you... just carry these around with you?" You questioned while looking up at your friend.

"What? No!" Jaya started laughing nervously as you continued staring at her. "I like watching crime shows okay!?" She hid her face in her hands. "When you said we were going to investigate this place I figured I'd bring some things along...." You held back a laugh for the sake of your excitable friend's pride. With slow movements you shined the flashlight in the groove and used the tweezers to lightly dislodge whatever was stuck into the wood. After a good minute of prying, you finally managed to pull whatever it was out and lay it in the palm of your hand. It was a thin sliver of metal no longer than a few centimeters. You carefully turned it over in your hand, getting a good look at its gold color that glistened in the afternoon sunlight.