JJBA: Something Human

Beginnings #Act 1

"'Who am I?' You ask." It said. I am not one you should concern yourself with. I am but a mere spectator in this story, just like you. I might decide to make an appearance but who cares? Not you, that's for sure.
But alas, you are still here. Reading this little tale. Well, I shall no longer keep you waiting. After all, I am not the villain, or the hero. That would be the dear beloved wreck of a human, Shizuka Joestar. She is the one who has inherited the lineage, not by blood, but by bond. The hermit ,as I know him, adopted her after she was left in a small town all alone. I wonder if she will survive the events unfolding around her.

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"Shizuka dear!" an elderly voice called.
"What is it Ma?" A younger voice replied, "I'm busy!"
"Dinner is ready Honey!" the mother shouted back. "Come down and set the table for us!"
"Alright, coming Denise." Shizuka shouted.

A young woman, roughly 17 years of age, ran down the stairs to the kitchen where her second adoptive mother needed her. Walking into the kitchen, she headed over to the cabinet under the stove and began setting the table for 2.
"I see you're still wearing those sunglasses," the mother commented, " You should really find yourself something else. "
Shizuka sighed, "You know I can't do that"

Shizuka had regularly discussed this with her mother, she really didn't want to have this argument so late in the evening. Her aviator sunglasses were one of the last gifts her first adoptive parents gave her, just a week before they both died all those years ago. Shizuka adjusted them on her forehead before tucking some of her short, unkept hair behind her ears. She certainly didn't need this. The talks about her navy hair and her nose piercings were already enough.

"Seriously Shizuka," Denice, her mother, said as she put the dinner on the table. She was an older woman who stood 5'6, wearing her grey-brown hair in a messy bun. Her wrinkles attributed both to her age and work ethic. She spoke in a sympathetic tone, she knew of her daughter's baggage all too well. "You must realise it isn't healthy to have those around."
Shizuka sighed as she sat down, she knew she would move on eventually but not now. She wasn't ready.
"Alright. I'll think about it" Shizuka replied, hoping to cut the topic short.
"Good, now eat your food,  it'll go cold if you get stuck in that head of yours" Denise chuckled.
"Alright Ma" whispered Shizuka. "I will" They continued their dinner in silence as usual. It was hard to discuss when you only knew each other for so long. Late adoption did not help. The titles they give for one another were just courtesy. No familial love, just  acquaintances.

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The next day, Shizuka woke up from her 5 hour sleep still tired. 'I will never get morning people' she thought. After an attempted 'morning routine' which ended up with her looking like a mess, she wanted to crawl up and die. However, she had to go to school none the less. Her architectural studies weren't amounting to much on her essay and she needed it done for next week. The young tomboy stumbled out of the flat, down the stairs -the damn elevator was broken for the fourth time this year- and out the door to continue to college.

As she walked up to the gates, she noticed a figure in her peripheral vision, tall and thin, sporting a top hat and trench coat standing slightly behind a tree to her left. But what caught her eye the most was what the figure was holding, an arrow...

Shizuka flicked her head in their direction but the figure was nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately, during the flick, her shades dropped from her head to the side. As She kneeled down to pick them up, once again the figure appeared, this time to the opposite side of her vision standing behind a bench. Her eyes darted to it in shock. From this angle, Shizuka could see the face of the figure. Except, it had no face, just something navy.  As Shizuka lifted her head to get a better look, it vanished. Shocked and fearful, Shizuka ran inside the gates realising she was going to be late.

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Unfortunately, Shizuka missed the class and was punished by cleaning the lecture hall with another student, Minako Yoshida. Yoshida had a reputation for her delinquency and personality problems. The only reason why she was in the school was because of her athletic prowess. Her red undercut further conveying her deviant nature.

Shizuka stumbled her way to the lecture hall after all the 'lessons' were finished. Her gloom perpetuated through her hunched over trudge. As she neared her punishment, the figure appeared again, this time closer and behind a set of lockers in-front of her. Her eyes went wide as she finally got a good look. She was trembling.

The figure had no face, just a navy fog with two bright orange orbs floating inside the 'head'. At second glance, it wasn't covered by a coat, but a metallic coil that wrapped tightly around it, with navy wire jutting down and outwards of its hips. Its arms were just winding pieces of fabric with hands formed out of wire at the ends. And it still held that golden arrow.

Shizuka snapped out of her daze and decided she wanted to keep her life so she ran as fast as she could in the other direction.

As she sprinted down the hallway in an adrenaline-fuelled daze, she crashed into her teacher, sending the both of them tumbling to the floor. 'Shit!' Shizuka screamed internally. Both women had landed on theirs backs.
Ms Miller incoherently screamed at Shizuka, probably hungover judging by her frizzy hair. But Joestar had no wish to die for her elder. She scrambled to her feet and bolted down the hallway, ignoring the bigoted slurs hurled at her by the teacher.

She rounded a corner, saw a door, fumbled in and slammed it shut. She checked where she was. The gym. 'Shit!'. The gym had no other way out, just benches and two basketball hoops at either end. With her remaining stamina, she ran to the other side. 'Why does surviving involve P.E.?' She rhetorically thought.

As she reached the other side, she whipped her body to face the opposite end. 'If it's coming for me, it'll have to go through there'.

Authors' note

We are three people on one account if you did not read my bio. I am the author of the group. I hope you like my work. Please leave any feedback you have about my writing style or ideas you want for stands. I do have a few figured out but i want to save those for later.
Also special thanks to a friend who started writing. I somehow managed to write down ideas and this came out.

Anyways, toodles~