JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Jotaro Gd Prison

You had been allowed an hour visiting with your daughter for complying with the test. When she saw you, she flung her arms around you, a tear dropping onto your overalls.
"Momma!"

"Hey Babe. I've missed you." Stroking a hand over her head, her hair felt soft between your fingers. Though nineteen, she snuggled into you, craving the safety of her mother. Often during these visits, you wouldn't speak because it was too painful to admit the truth. You had failed your daughter just as much as her father had. Imprisoning yourself had actually done no favours. You would have been better off on the other side trying to get help. It had been times like that you needed Jotaro's guidance and support. You tried to call after the trial but of course, it was useless. Like him.
"You won't ever leave me, will you Mom?"
"No, I'll never leave you to do anything alone. I promise." Kissing the top of her head, you smiled a little, preparing to make her laugh. "Even if [Famous Crush] turns up and asks to marry me."
"At least they would stick round, unlike Dad."
"Oh, Babe. I'm joking. You know, I was in a psych test today and for a moment I genuinely believed he'd come and save us."
"Mom, he didn't even care when I almost lost my life to a fever-!"
"JoJo, I know. But we're stuck in here and he's out... Doing whatever it is Jotaro Kujo does." Fidgeting, Jolyne took a pendant from her back pocket to show you.
"I was sent this today, it was in your name." Taking the dangling chain from her, you recognised it as Jotaro's. You cracked it open to reveal what she pricked herself on. "I was going to throw it away because I hurt myself on it."
"Wait, you cut yourself on this?" You handed it back, instructing her to definitely throw it away.

Meanwhile, the marine biologist had turned up at the place your letter had mentioned. What one would assume would have been lush, grand grounds was now barren and withered. Petals littering the pathway crunched beneath his feet, dried up in a way that, could only have happened over time. This building was a towering mass of crumbling, red brick. It looked abandoned. Why would you ask to meet him in a place like this?
Approaching the front door, something dripped onto the cuff of his jacket, staining it beet red. It was blood, pooling from the handle. His heart sank into his stomach. First, the letter appeared to be his handwriting and the only conclusion he could think of was that someone was taking you or Jolyne hostage. He entered, envisioning some sort of handwriting Stand in his mind. Each hallway had a cream skirting board layered with dark scuff marks from years of wear. Coupled with the trail of blood he was seeing; his heavy footsteps were a sombre alternative to the upbeat giggling and chattering that should have been filling these halls. A wave of sadness began to consume him, similar to the guilt surrounding his friends meeting their bloody end in Egypt. Everything about this seemed wrong. He felt like he was in the wrong place. The note had detailed a room on the second floor, it's door was a large, wooden model, it's handle a spherical turning mechanism. Jotaro held the handle, contemplating for a second. There could be a Stand User behind this door he knew nothing about. Was he jumping the gun?
No. Whoever it was had used your name in the letter. His wife's maiden name. The author claimed to be from you from the future, now an esteemed lecturer. Moments into his thought process, the door opened despite nobody being behind it. Clouded in grey mist, the room stank of cigarette smoke.
He cleared his throat, peering through the blanket of wisp. The young marine biologist was stationary in this professor's office, coughing through thick, tarry dust.
"Not a smoker, huh? Figures."
Suddenly, a cigarette lit up, flashed light falling into the slight crevices of a face. Though his face was obscured, this professor was a man. He must have been at least 40, voice weathered by hard work and nicotine, his hands wrinkled slightly as he fished for something in his long baseball jacket. A brown package bumped on the surface. Jotaro know what that was. It was one of those corpse parts his young uncle had been harping on about. Extending a digit, the stranger directed his sights to the paper bag. "I know that you know what this is. It's yours if you listen to what I have to say." He'd hidden the letter from the others, taking little to no part in their charade of anomalies. The other man honestly couldn't help the stoic, menacing glare. Where were you then?
"Where is Y/N?"
No reply, there was only one person this man could be. Jotaro watched as he stepped out from the shadows. Light filled out his features. The piercing crystalline eyes, the resting bitch face... It was true. Josuke was right. There were people coming back from the dead, from the past and from the future.
"Don't act so surprised," he said, voice raised and matter of fact. Taking his cigarette between two fingers, a large inhale cut into the patient silence. "I don't know exactly where she is, but I know where you can find her."