You're the reason why (Jotaro x reader)

22) Stand Proud

Leaving you in the cable cart, Jotaro had flung both him and yellow temperance into the ocean.

Taking strong breaths as you're hunched over your knees you let out a simple, "Okay I'm done."

You went back to where Annie was and made sure she was doing ok. You weren't gonna chase after Jotaro cause you could tell he had it covered. This was the lamest most unclimactic battle ever. Waste of a day.

"Good grief."
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Your POV

After only like 356 punches, Jotaro was finished taking down Yellow Temperance. I noted down that when we get home he should probably look into anger management classes...OR OR let's get a dog. Dogs fix everything.

I was trying to distract myself from the burning guilt I felt inside me. Ever since I was young, a response I tend to have when confronted about things is major anxiety that follows. Someone needs to talk to me later on or at the end of the day? I need to know the topic of what it's about or I'll feel sick until the conversation happens. Feeling as if I did something wrong utterly makes me sick.

Especially when it's with someone I cherish and value....even if he's a dolphin doer.

Jotaro had gotten his information, we were going after the hanged man and the emperor tarot card. Jotaro was still ignoring me until we reached the door of the hotel. We had to gather our belongings before we would leave to India. I knew this was the moment for the conversation because who knows when we'd have time alone again.

You waited for the impact, for his deep voice to speak, but it never came. We had gotten the little belongings we had and were ready to leave. The pit feeling in my stomach became worse. His body made it halfway through the door before you grabbed his sleeve. The inevitable silence filled the room. He didn't turn, no, he didn't even face you.

"Jojo. Talk to me please," the confidence in your voice fell into a small whimper. Jotaros frozen state loosened as he returned his arm to his side. Stepping backwards into the room he closed the door, "Talk."

Slowly he turned to fully be in front of you. The height difference was being uncomfortably highlighted in this situation. The thing was, you didn't know where to start. How could you? This is as shocking and new to you as it is to him.

Jotaros eyes yearned to understand yours, he furrowed his brows as his realization hits, you were actually involved in something. You were keeping secrets. A deep sigh came from him as he pinched his temples, "listen. My mother is dying and I don't have time for whatever shitty game you're playing with me."

The words weren't coming out of your mouth. "Listen- Jotaro," your arm awkwardly hugged the other as you pinched at your skin, "I don't know what's going on... and- and I know that sounds bad."

The tension had dissipated, the mood was somber. With an exasperated sigh you gripped at your skin, "I'm being tormented, I'm being told horrible things, ideals I don't agree with."

It was hard to keep composure, your eyes were erratic moving from place to place. What would he do if he knew? If you told him the man whose been trying to eliminate his bloodline was talking to you? Better yet trying to use you on the inside...all for the perfect world, to achieve heaven.

Unhealthy thoughts plagued your thoughts but as your head hung low, Jotaro pondered. After a few moments of silence he approached you closer. Placing one hand behind your head and another by your waist he awkwardly pushed you into him.
"My mom would do this to me when I was younger," his nonchalant voice hid his truest fear, "it helped me talk about how I was feeling."

His mother was dying.

Closing your eyes, flashes of your life appeared in mind. These people have always been tied to you, almost as if fate connected you. If you were tied to them you were tied to Dio. Maybe and just maybe he was wrong, you weren't his trick card. He was yours.

"It started around the time my powers were awoken. Probably when we got to Singapore to be honest. It's as if I don't have control over my own mind."

In trying to decipher your own feelings you couldn't tell Jotaro was as well. He blamed himself, "You should have never gotten involved."

He had said his peace. With this conversation he was satisfied. He let go and grabbed his things, but you knew what this meant. Right back to square one with him, " why do you run?"

It hurt. It really hurt.

"Can't you please talk to me? Jotaro it wasn't my choice to be involved but neither was it yours."

He had stiffened up again but ever so slightly. Let's try something new with him, communication, "No I'm not on "their side" you chuckled out. You made sure to make finger quotations as you said that, "I am not one of them Kujo."

Posture loosened between the both of you, "you know me." Your hand rested itself on his hand, "This story started before we met, and no I'm not like a long lost child of his, but he met my mom during a vulnerable time in her life...when my dad had left."

You placed his hand on your chest, just right above your left breast, "I don't know how but he sees and he talks to me, it's like I'm transported to his own version of a perfect place for me. Like he wants to win me over, but this here,"

Looking up at him, "this is what I consider perfect."

Both of you had been hurt. He runs away, you run after.

He didn't know if he could do it, but he decided he would be more open. Not just with you, but kakyoin, and Avdol, hell even Polnareff. "You're the courage I never knew I had," fixing his hat and regaining his composure he continued to speak, "I can throw a punch, I can beat the biggest and the strongest of people, but you scare me."

"You make me face myself, and him? I don't know how to beat him."

Raising your hands you brushed the hat off, allowing loose dark swirls to breathe. Looking up to him, you continued to comb your fingers through his hair. Placing a stray strand behind his ear, "There is nothing to beat. Nothing in your complex and intriguing mind makes you imperfect, you are more than worthy of love."

It was like you were talking to batman. Put down the cowel. Why is it that he puts so much responsibility on himself.

"Whatever happens we'll be standing proud."

Jotaros blue eyes glistened, a new hope was found in him, "explain everything to me on the train?"

A laugh couldn't help but escape from your lips, "THE Jotaro kujo wants me to sit next to him?" A playful challenging aura made him think, a small smile formed on his face, "he wants to kiss you."

Leaning his arms over you, against the door, he lowered himself to your height. After a deep kiss you guys were ready to leave.

A/N

Hii guys, (Iamsosorry.) I'm trying to be more consistent with the story. It's already planned out but I feel like the way I'm doing the storytelling could be boring or as if you may not be fully involved as in the beginning. Which is totally my bad because of the inconsistent updates. Please let me know if there's anything I can fix because I enjoy writing but I'm lowkey kinda hard on myself! Anywayss I hope you guys liked it <3