JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Jotaro Kujo: The Twenty Bet 2

"Hey," you called softly. The tall schoolboy knew that voice... But it was impossible. He turned to it either way, trying his luck. Deep down, he hoped it was you. He was right.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah, it's me." He approached you, much to the horror of his fangirls steps behind. "Arm's still broken, hm?"
"Yeah but..." Jotaro took note of your demeanour. You seemed distant, detached. Perhaps you were just emotionally exhausted. He knew he was. "It'll heal." He walked beside you, ignoring the bickering from behind, as did you. "You didn't get on the plane."
"I know. That's why I'm here now... I came to say goodbye. Um... Properly."
"Goodbye? Couldn't you have said it in Egypt?"
"You think I could just forget someone like you?" you lulled, winking gently and touching your lips with a slight smile. "Or your Grandad? Iggy, Kakyoin, Avdol or Polnareff? After our time together? No way. Not even for one second."
The teen couldn't help but smirk as he pushed a cigarette between his lips, lighting it cooly.
"You're tough for a chick." Sighing, you returned the smile half heartedly.
"I'll miss you. I guess I came to like you, even though you're just some dumb boy."
Kujo didn't have a witty remark. Just a lopsided smirk and a low chuckle.
"Me too. I guess. Even though you're a stupid bitch."
"I wish I could stay. But... I can't. So this is it." Looking behind you, there was a man in the distance, adorned with silken robes and long, icy coloured hair, gesturing for you to finish up your conversation. "I- I'm going to study and become an acolyte."
Jotaro was silent as he digested the information you had just given him. This all seemed a little odd, but he supposed you couldn't go back home to England. Nodding, he took hold of your hand, causing schoolgirls to stop their bickering and gawp.
"Then, take care."
Beaming, you couldn't hold back the tears as you threw your arms around him, the boy unmoved even as you nudged his broken bone.
"Thank you..."

Little did he know, that when you parted ways that day, waving to one another in the distance, your paths would cross again, much sooner than you could have imagined.

On his way to meet Josuke, Jotaro looked at the cracked paving as he walked, minding his own business as usual. A passing car was blaring a local Tokyo radio, the host introducing one of Jotaro's old favourites : Plastic Love.
"Give me a break," he muttered, since it was just another small reminder of his bizarre adventure as a teen, and that fantastic blowjob he received in the desert. Checking his watch, the man had fifteen minutes to kill before Josuke got here, so he supposed he could afford to loiter around a little. Morioh was full of cute shops and cafes, and his work had actually taken up so much of his time, he hadn't found any to browse the shops! Some small trinket to take home to his daughter would surely make her smile.

Stalls lined the street, each one selling some form of mediocre, overpriced junk. Jewellery, figurines, beach toys... It was all the sort of tat you bought on a cheap holiday. Other shops on the high street were local ones, supermarkets, charity shops and the tailor Jotaro had checked out earlier that week.
Glaring into the window, a familiar face appeared beside his reflection, greeting him. Beneath green locks of gelled hair was the mangaka, Rohan Kishibe!
"Good afternoon, Jotaro. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Same to you, have you seen Josuke?"
"That oaf?" he grimaced, looking away. "No. Though, I suppose he hasn't yet finished high school."
"Hm. I see."
There was a pause as both men chilled out, waiting for the other to start a conversation.
"I'm here sketching the local scenery. A group of acolytes were in town and allowed me to depict them."
Unfolding his huge sketchbook, a detailed drawing of five women adorned in religious garb, similar to a nun's habit, was revealed. Their faces were heavily painted in kabuki fashion, a mask across the top of their faces covering up their features almost completely.
"You're certainly very talented," he remarked, feeling the quality of the paper and admiring the artist's work.
"I doubt they have anything to do with the town's killings."

Later, there was a knock at your door. Startled, you opened it, expecting a client. Your eyes were drawn to the other person's above you, almost immediately. It instilled fear inside you when you caught them, causing you to gasp and slam the door.
Jotaro felt similar embarrassment, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground for a few seconds.
"Leave," you yelled, peering through the peep hole. Of course, he didn't. That bratty outlook hadn't changed.
"We need to talk, Y/N."
"No we don't. I'm not interested in what you have to say. Especially if it's about Egypt. I don't think about that anymore."
You were never very good at lying.
"Ten minutes of your time, that's all I want."
"You can't afford ten minutes of my time."
"We need to talk!"