Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Cutthroat Company

The walk home was disturbingly like the afternoon you met Learco. Trudging down the street in a sopping wet T-shirt and jeans was an experience you were sad to say, was becoming common. Thankfully, it was midafternoon, and you were merely damp by the time you reached home. Tiredly, you pushed open the door, the always familiar chime of the welcome bell greeting you. Senora Jones quietly watched as you dumped your school bag behind the counter.

"I was expecting you for a shift directly after school youngster." She said with a raised eyebrow.

"I know. I know." You mumbled dismissively. "I'll get right on it." You barely focused on the conversation as your muscles screamed at you to sat down. Those maggots earlier had tried burrowing into your stand, so you could still feel the phantom pains of the experience.

"Is that how you should be talking to your mother?" Senora Jones asked sternly, a hand posed on her hip. Your shoulders stiffened as you realized your mistake.

"No." You quickly squeaked out. "I'm sorry ma'am."

"How was school today snappy pants?" Your mother's expression softened, but her irritation remained apparent as she went back to cleaning a display case. "You're home later than I was expecting." She commented, looking at the wall clock.

"I had to...take a detour." You mumbled.

"Oh...?" Senora Jones glanced at you curiously. "Nobody was giving you trouble, right?"

"No. I just took a different route home." You said stiffly. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, it just wouldn't be the first time your classmates gave you trouble." She commented. Senora Jones was looking through the refrigerator in the kitchen when you heard her make a sound of disappointment. "Dang..."

"Something wrong?" You asked, joining her in the kitchen.

"I was planning to make bruschetta with dinner tonight, but I just remembered we're out of olive oil." Your mother sighed. "Guess we'll do it another night." She shrugged.

"I can run to the store." You offered, already heading for the door.

"Are you sure darling?" Senora Jones asked, having already noticed how tired you looked.

"Yeah, don't worry about it, the store is right down the street. I'll be right back."

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It didn't take long to make your way to the nearest dollar store. The automatic door slowly opened with an agonizing screech. A cheesy pop song from the seventies played on a worn-out radio as you entered. The clerk barely gave you a glance and a lazy wave as you made a beeline for where they kept the olive oil. After retrieving a bottle of the brand your mother typically bought, you decided to be proactive since you knew you were almost out of milk too. You wanted to get on better terms with your mother, and this was the smallest courtesy you could manage at the moment. You made your way to the small section of freezers at the back of the store, and quickly grabbed what you came for. As you were about to walk away, you heard something plastic hit the ground. You glanced to the side but had to do a double take.

Standing there was Learco Martez, looking at you wide eyed and slack jawed. He had dropped a yogurt container; its contents were now splattered across the floor. You and Learco stared at each other, both in separate and differing states of panic. It was so odd to be seeing him in person again. Learco, not as a golden ghost, looked a lot like his brother. Both of the Martez brothers were tall and lanky with black hair and dark tan skin. While in the soul form, details were hard to pick out, so it was only now you were realizing how distinct Learco's cheek scars were. You were beginning to understand why so many people found him intimidating as you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Learco's mouth moved like he wanted to say something, but the absolute look of terror in his eyes seemed to prevent it.