Our Tiny Little Secret | Jotaro X Reader Omegaverse

Chapter 9

     The door slammed against the ground and two pounding feet sprinted through the scattered dust without hesitation. Kujo's hands were grabbing my arms, and his foot had kicked the old hag away before anyone could react. He pinned her against the filthy floor with his foot to her throat. She trembled without air, her hand with the knife shaking vehemently as it moved to attack; she couldn't move it any more than a foot.

     I couldn't breathe. Even as his hands twice the size of my face held me securely close beside him, I could barely stand. I had wanted to kill her a moment ago, but right then... I just felt so fucking scared. My glands. My chance at any kind of future in this world... was nearly taken from me in an instant. I still bled onto the floor, but I paid it no mind. I couldn't pay anything much attention.

     He tied her easily to a post in the side of the room, and he found a switch that turned on the lights. My eyes seemed to fall from their sockets as the lights flickered to barely anything. But I saw what I needed to see.

     Cages.

     The familiar pattern had been a simple fence. The kind you'd cheaply put around your yard to keep your dog in. And inside... people.

     Girls and boys, young like us and older like her. They were silent and motionless, laying death-like before me. I backed away from the horrid sight, but Kujo grabbed my arm again.

     "What's wrong, L/n?" he asked calmly, pulling me back toward him. I... couldn't smell his scent then. I couldn't smell anything. He was so foreign to me, more so than ever before. I pulled away but his grip was tightly fastened on my limb. "This is where you belong."

     A screeching, dragging of a gate opening beside me caught my exhausted attention. I thrust my head toward it, and it was wide open, welcoming me inside. Urging me to go inside. I shook my head quickly, and objectively.

     "No," I denied, my voice quivering amid my sudden great fear returning. "I don't belong here." I couldn't breathe. I couldn't smell him. I couldn't breathe.

     "Hey, bitch!" the old lady shouted, grabbing my other arm with a wide, rotten smile. "Get inside. It'll only take a few minutes!"

     "No," I whimpered, pulling away from her but to no avail. Kujo pushed me toward the open cage with a slow yet steady and forceful strength. "No. No!"

     "L/n," Kujo whispered, his voice echoing in my throbbing ears. "L/n..."

     "No!" I screamed again, pushing uselessly against the ground with my bruised and abused feet.

     "L/n."

     "No! Stop! Why?! Why do I need to go in there?!"

     "L/n!"

     "I don't want to go in there! I don't like this! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

     "F/n!"

     My eyes flung open to see an unfamiliar ceiling. Suddenly, everything was calm and quiet. My heart continued to race, but the familiar scent of my rival filled my nose with its comforting mixture of home and trust.

     His face was above me, peering down at my tear-stained cheeks with wide eyes. He looked alarmed, something I'd never seen on his face before. His cap was missing, his fluffy black hair flowing into his eyes and disheveled as though he'd just returned from war.

     "I've never seen your hair," I mumbled, smiling at the little strands that blocked his crystal-like eyes from mesmerizing me with their magical gaze. "How much of it was a dream?" I asked sleepily, my mind continuing to wander to how calm just the sight of his features made my heart. It worried me in itself, but I couldn't bring myself to care at that moment.

     "You passed out once I'd grabbed you," he responded with a long sigh. "Good grief. Why did you tell me to leave?"

     I sat up slowly and carefully as my head began to pound from the simple movement. I'd probably lost a bit of blood, I supposed, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. My arm was bandaged, and I assumed my neck was as well. Perhaps that was why I was feeling so pleasant just from the sight of him. He'd tended to my most sensitive area. He'd touched it and healed it gently. My Omega was simply grateful to him and his kind deeds.

     "She wouldn't have said anything if there was a threat in the room," I explained simply, looking down at my arm guiltily. "Maybe I should've known something like this would happen, though. Everything about her screamed witch. Hah... fucking bitch."

     "We missed the last bus," he suddenly mentioned, placing his cap back on his head with a muffled grumble to himself. "This was the only place nearby, so we'll stay here for the night."

     "That's fine," I understood, nodding as I looked at my surroundings without anything, in particular, to be annoyed about. For the first time in a while, I felt content with things. Maybe it was because Jotaro knew of my situation; I didn't need to hide anything. Maybe it was simply instinct. I didn't care. I liked the pleasantness of being content. "What happened to the old hag?"

     "I tied her to the door and left," he answered bluntly. I nearly laughed at his straightforwardness. Perhaps he also felt alright beside me.

     "She's probably roaming the woods as we speak," I chuckled, letting my back fall to the fluff of the bed in a tiny giggle fit. "I was in a lot of danger," I laughed, clutching my stomach as it complained with each burst of an exhale. "Thanks a lot, man."

     "Yeah," he mumbled, tipping his hat boringly down as he always did. It always annoyed me so much, but I seriously couldn't bring myself to care at all. I just kept laughing.

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