JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Jotaro Kujo : Trust But Verify

"Jesus," you muttered to yourself, covering your modesty with a small hotel towel. Your shower had been interrupted by frenzied banging at your hotel door. Padding through with crystal beads of water sticking to your naked body, you swung the door out, surprised to see two teenage boys stood outside in a state with themselves. "Josuke," you said, concerned. He'd obviously sprinted, as had Okuyasu who was doubled over, winded. "What's the matter?"
"Have you heard from Jotaro?"
"When do I ever hear from him," you scowled. Your husband was rather difficult to speak to. "Why?"
"Koichi tried to call me," Josuke winced as he tried to get his words out in the doorway. "But the phone cut out and I can't get through to either of 'em!"
Leaving them at the door, you glanced over at the hotel phone, where there was indeed an answerphone message. Approaching it with caution, you read the number.
"It's from Jotaro," Shifting your glance to your husband's uncle, you pressed the button to play it aloud, shocked to hear Koichi's strained voice panicking over Jotaro's cell phone, disclosing their location before hanging up briskly. Jotaro was hurt, and there was someone after them. "Go," you ordered them, disappearing into the bathroom to find some clothes. "Don't wait up, go! I'll find you in a few minutes."

That was days ago, since then your husband had returned with information about the button and to your relief the boys were safe from the killer's violent tendencies. You'd had a dealing with the periwinkle perpetrator yourself, so it was frightening to think the poor middle-schooler had to face him all alone.
Jotaro had obviously realised that you weren't going to back down if he tried to keep you out of it, so he decided your input might be useful after all. Perhaps even stronger than his, in terms of the Speedwagon Foundation anyway.
You were searching Yoshikage Kira's old residence, using the belongings he'd removed from his person before fleeing. The beautician, Dr. Aya had been killed by him, it was a disgusting and needless crime. Hand on the fridge door, Okuyasu cautiously opened it, wondering if it was full of corpses. The notion made you laugh, since it was obvious these young boys would consider a case like a fictional TV program.
"You're taking my 'trust but verify' motto way too seriously, Okuyasu," you giggled, closing the appliance door as he blushed, embarrassed. "I'm gonna go see what Josuke and Jotaro have found." Leaving the kitchen, you walked towards a room that was just as clean, which you assumed Kira spent most of his time when he was actually at home.
"This data is fortune-telling," you overheard your husband say, looking round at the various trophies the murderer kept. On a table in the corner of the room was a small desk, neat and tidy. There were books kept upright with bookends and a nice polaroid camera. Suddenly, it clicked, making all three of you gasp in unison. "Y/N, you didn't touch it, did you?!"
"No, I'm not even over there." Bending over from the doorframe to observe it, a photograph began to print out. You watched as Jotaro picked it up, inspecting it. Everything was normal except a person in the photo who wasn't in the room. He glared at it and assumed the worst.
Folding your arms across your chest, you pouted at him as usual. "Trust but verify, trust it until it's proved wrong," you muttered. The statement caused Josuke to get worked up, noting that if that saying was true, it would be dangerous to trust the camera and its photos. Showing him the picture, he noticed something strange.
"Hey, it's Kira's father, from the photo album." Scratching his chin, he looked over to Jotaro for an answer. "What if that does make him a ghost?"
"Yeah. Considering the case of Reimi Sugimoto," he stated plainly, taking another look at the shadowy figure staring him out in the photograph.
"Just because it's not there doesn't mean it's a ghost..."
"Looks like he wants us to get the hell out." Before you could reply sarcastically, the phone rang out crazily, startling you all out of your skin. Nervous, the high-schooler spoke to the device, asking if the ghost was trying to scare them.
"Hurry up and answer the phone," it yelled, the handset flinging towards the pair of them and colliding with Josuke's mouth. Obeying Jotaro's halting gesture, you remained in your position at the door. "You think I want you to leave, I'm never going let you leave this house!" Staggering back in fear, the old man continued to lecture you about his son. Josuke fought back verbally, leaving you and Jotaro to glance at each other in confusion. The commotion caused Koichi and Okuyasu to resurface. Looking over, you could see your lover was deep in thought.
"What are you waiting for?" you growled out of the corner of your mouth through gritted teeth.
"It seems Kira's father has been present from the start," he informed you, showing you the picture and pointing to the figure again. "Look."
He was right, the figure was moving around in the picture. You were threatened with death, alerting the other two boys from behind you. It explained how he was able to talk to you and see you. Koichi had an idea, leaning forward to voice it.
"Josuke, we can attack ghosts with our Stands! Rohan-sensei used Heaven's Door to read Reimi's memories!" Before there was any time to think, Josuke unleashed Crazy Diamond with no regard for his own safety or anybody else's. Taking the photograph, he ripped it to pieces, essentially ripping Jotaro's face off, too! Josuke ripped holes in his own body in two! Leaping forward, an invisible force prevented you from entering. How Jotaro was being so calm you weren't sure, you were practically screaming!
"Josuke, hurry up and fix it!"
Thankfully, they were returned to their original form in seconds, thanks to Josuke's Stand. But the tallest man was pacing around, silent.
"Jotaro, what are you doing?"
"When something is useless, I give up." Those words sent you into a flying rage. What the fuck was he saying?
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Banging your fists on the invisible frame, he didn't flinch, continuing to grip his hat. "If I wasn't on the other side of this wall I'd fucking--!"
"I've given up on stopping the geezer, but if he controls the photograph he's in, maybe we just need to take a picture of him by himself, so he's all alone." Breathing a sigh of relief, your jaw dropped in awe. Jotaro was so intelligent, that was why you had married him. The shutter clicked, imprisoning the old man within the confines of his own Stand. You stuck your hands out again, able to enter the room. Rushing over, you snatched the paper from him and bent it out of shape. Dragging your fingers along the crease, you stuck it under your foot, stepping on him to shun him from the world despite his muffled cries.
"JoJo, check the drawer. Get some cellotape so we can wrap him up." Catching on, your husband had to admit that was pretty cool. Fetching some tape, he wrapped it round and round the photograph for you, pinning it to a wooden column.