Pierced by a Golden SoulJojo's Bizarre Adventure x Reader

Enemy Encounter

The park was the first place you could think of. You wanted to be alone. The rain didn't bother you in the slightest. If anything, the feeling of cool water sprinkling across your face and back was exactly what you needed. The park was vacant when you got there. It usually was when the weather was like this. The second it started raining tourists always made a mad dash inside the nearest shop or building. As long as there wasn't any lightning or thunder you had nothing to worry about. Mindlessly, you wandered around the area before coming across a somewhat dry bench located under a tree. You sat and watched as raindrops caused ripples in puddles that were scattered across the ground. It was serene, a well needed reset for your senses.

The smell of damp soil and wet grass was a contrast to the stench of blood and disinfectant that you had become far too familiar with in the past week. The cold hard bench you sat on was much more comforting than the shiver of uncertainty you felt every night before heading to bed. The sound of raindrops as they fell to the ground was less daunting than the questions that whispered and screamed in the back of your mind every time something odd happened. So much had occurred in such a short period of time, and there was only more to come. You could feel it. Slowly, you reached into your pocket and took out the plastic bag with the arrow shard. It was insane to you that something so small could contribute to possibly the worst string of events in your life. But that didn't matter now.

You must have been lost deeper in thought than intended, because you didn't notice the splash of footsteps in puddles as someone walked up to you.

However, you did notice when the footsteps stopped abruptly. You looked up and made eye contact with a familiar pair of panicked eyes.

"You!" The boy's look of fear shifted to a glare.

"You..." It was Learco. Of course it was. You'd had a habbit of running into stand users. Part of you wondered if Jotaro or Mr. Joestar ever had this problem. Learco took a cautious step back as you stood up from the bench.

"S-stay away from me!"

"Wait!" You followed after the delinquent before he could make a brake for it like last time. "I need to talk to you!" It seemed fate or luck was on your side this time, because Learco slipped in a puddle on the sidewalk. You cringed as you watched his arms and legs skid across the concrete. Learco froze on the ground, making you worried. "Are you okay?" You quickly and carefully approached, offering a hand to help him back up. Learco shifted, propping himself up on his elbows. He gave you a look nothing short of hateful.

"I don't know what you could possibly want from me." He sneered, smacking your hand away. You probably should have guessed that would be his reaction. Learco picked himself up, hissing from the newly formed cuts across his extremities. To be honest, you regretted not following Learco after seeing him at the store. You still had a lot of questions about his condition before and after the effects of your stand. Right now, he was the only person who could give you answers.

"You really don't remember any of the things that happened while you were in your coma?" You watched carefully as Learco's anger melded with confusion.

"What kind of a stupid question is that?"

"That wasn't a no..." You trailed off, looking at Learco expectantly.

"Of course not!" He sputtered.

"So you don't remember meeting at the docks, or watching Tim Buggles beat up a football player?" You decided to push a little further, despite his seeming lack of context or understanding

"That little runt did... what?" Learco muttered to himself. After a moment he shook his head. "You're crazy."

"But I now know that you regret bullying Tim." You replied without missing a beat. Learco stood silently for a moment, a lost look in his eyes.