JJBA x Readers Volume 2

EOH Jotaro

The truth was, you felt like you had experienced this before. Dread seemed to fill your heart every time the mere thought of exchanging rings was mentioned and, what your fiancé feared most was already in motion. He had been warned about this.
"I just..." You didn't even have to finish your sentence. He knew. It was your head again.

When Pucci reset the world, he was fearful he'd ran out of time. Petrified things wouldn't be the same.
As if meeting his daughter wasn't weird enough, experiencing your resentment and bitterness towards him was worse in the second timeline was worse. Had he really been that bad a father and a husband it was enough to make you hate him? You?
The girl who put N'Doul out of his misery with a single shot before Star Platinum could?
DIO had brought you together in two timelines now, you were obviously connected for some bizarre reason. Only few remembered the events of the first time, most notably Jotaro. Meeting his descendants, his ancestors, realising the mess he was to become. All this pushed him to avoid overwork and missing the best adventure of his life. Previously, you had married young, too young as stressed by his twenty-seven years old self.

The mood was heavy, stares directed at your pale face, deep in a coma. Jotaro couldn't help but feel burning jealousy as his oldest self touched your ice-cold arm. This Jotaro had treated you so badly, not him! Why was Jotaro having to sort out a mess that had only been predicted for him?
Sighing, the professor checked his watch, devastated he was going to have to leave, essentially jumping back to his death.
"You do love her, don't you?" His stare was haunting as you lay all wired up, weak, frail and strangely beautiful. He didn't need an answer, though the younger man's response was so sharp and rushed, like that of a petulant teen. It made the older man smile a little.
"How can you even ask a thing like that when she's dying?" Doctors were rushing around your body, trying their utmost to devise a plan to return your memory disc in one piece without killing you. As if the jump back to his own era hadn't been nauseous enough, seeing how you were was even worse. Iggy, Avdol and Kakyoin had recovered well, much to Jotaro's relief. But they remembered everything. The anomalies, the Holy Corpse parts, the split second forty year old you fell victim to knives that should have cut Jotaro in half, his arms holding your limp body and the apologetic smile on your face. Now, you were lay there like Snow White when she succumbed to the poison apple. He had been your poison apple. He'd driven you to hatred, allowed you to bring up his child alone and chosen his selfish desires over what really mattered. No wonder he lacked the power to save Jolyne in his final hours. The question should have been, "Do you think she loves you?"

Bizarrely, it was as if his mind was an open book on the table.
"My time is almost up. I can feel it." For the first time, the older Kujo removed his eye dressings. Despite his sight loss, there was a look of seething, deep, yearning love and most of all, regret. In that moment, the schoolboy couldn't let you die. Not when... It appeared he could fix things. "Have you seen the old man? I have one last request before I leave." Pointing to the foyer, he silently walked out, leaving the teen to his thinking space, absent of working doctors. Within minutes, the future Kujo was back, a photograph in his hand. Handing it to the younger, he took it, scowling at the black square. Light was beginning to pour from the corner of the room, cueing the elder's exit.
"You haven't even let it develop. Why?"
"I want you to be the person to break it to me." Backing away, the image began to fade into reality. What could be so terrible he didn't want to look at it himself? Jotaro wasn't exactly afraid of much. "It's been an honour visiting you again, Jotaro. I'm sorry we had to meet this way." He glanced at the portal, light seeping through the crack. This adventure was over. The time rifts were going to be sealed up. Everything was going to become, somewhat linear again.
"So, when you leave through there... Time will shift back into place, right?" Smiling, it caused the other to emanate a similar, knowing glow.
"I suppose it will. Pucci has reset the world after all. For a better end." Welling up slightly, the leather schoolboy swallowed the lump in his throat, choking out a 'thank you.' "I'm happy we're able to change things. DIO, strangely, always ends up a blessing. He brings people closer together." Gesturing to the photograph, his face fell. The professor squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the news. "Tell me then... I can't leave it much longer." Peering at the photograph, his fingers were covering the image. Slowly sliding his hand away, it revealed something unexpected.