"Mon Chéri" | Jean Pierre Polnareff.

Chapter III - Save.

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Y/n woke up in a room they didn't recognize. Blinking away the last bits of sleep from their eyes, they yawned and sat up, stretching their arms over their head.

Looking around the room, Y/n saw they were surrounded by a group of large men. The h/c-haired person instinctively backed up, hitting the headboard and hissing in pain. "Wait a second, what happe-"

Before they could finish their sentence, memories came flooding back. The ape, fighting Polnareff, boasting about Rock Lobster, and then promptly being knocked out. "Oh."

Y/n flared up in embarrassment and covered their face with both hands, dragging their knuckles across their face slowly and groaning.

The Frenchman, who was the one in the fight, snickered. "Bonjour, sleepyhead. How was your beauty sleep?"

The "sleepyhead" in question's e/c eyes shone with remorse. They stepped out of the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed. They touched the spot where DIO's flesh-bud would normally be, only to find that their forehead was clear. "Uhm . . ."

"Jotaro here took care of the flesh-bud, don't worry!" Joseph Joestar reassured them, patting Jotaro's shoulder.

"Oh, er, thank you," Y/n replied, nodding to the stoic teenager to express more gratitude.

It seemed Jotaro had no intention of conversing, only grunting in acknowledgement and smacking away his grandfather's hand to talk to Noriaki Kakyoin.

Y/n's eyes trailed across the room at all the men, landing last but not least on Jean Pierre Polnareff. They placed both feet on the carpeted ground and walked over to the silver-haired man. "I'm sorry for . . . trying to kill you."

Oh, my God. Could I sound any more crazy?

Polnareff seemed to be taken aback by the apology. "No worries, it wasn't your fault. You only did it because of DIO," he waved his hand up and down to emphasize his statement.

Y/n nodded, not knowing how to respond. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm still sorry, though."

The two stood in front of each other, looking anywhere but the other's face. The awkward silence could be cut by a kitchen knife.

Joseph seemed to have the metaphorical kitchen knife needed, and broke the tension with a clap of his hands. "Alright, well! Now that we aren't trying to slit each other's throats, can you tell us who you are?"

The one with e/c eyes jumped, coming back to their senses. "Of course! I'm Y/n L/n of (Country); my Stand is Rock Lobster . . . I met DIO when I was on a school trip across Egypt, and, well, as you probably are well aware of by now, he used one of his flesh-buds on me.

"To be honest, I had no idea what a Stand was before I met him. I always thought of Rock Lobster as a sort-of personal ghost companion. I'd never met anyone else who could see him, so it came as quite a surprise when DIO noticed his presence beside me."

Mohammad Avdol nodded in understanding, humming. "This just further proves that DIO is unwilling to leave Egypt for some reason. Mx. L/n, would you happen to remember anything specific from your encounter with him?"

"Not necessarily, but I can tell you all that happened. I don't know what information would specifically be helpful or not."

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