Owner Of A Lonely Heart (Reader x Jojo's Bizzare Adv: Vento Aureo)

3- Two bodies

*Major trigger warning*

That midnight, you woke up with extreme pain on your upper stomach area, below the left lung. You grunted loudly, almost waking up Mother. But you somehow managed to stifle your pained screams and groans.

'this ain't the monthly cycle pains, damnit!' you grunted, rolling around on your bed from the sudden extreme pain. It subsided after a couple minutes of rolling round.

You were curled on your bed, sweating and still in minor pain. 'What the hell was that about?'

This pain was the end of though. You knew it.

Something more is coming.

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That night was a sleepless night, a bad gut feeling were the only company you have throughout the passing hours. You tossed and turned, and that pain in the side of your upper abdomen returned once in a while.

The pain and anxiety was increasing by the passing seconds, and it lasted for hours. It increased so much so that it became unbearable, sickening.

You couldn't stand it anymore, something needs to be done with this rapidly increasing insanity.

So you stood up, rushed to the toilet, and hurled up all of your dinner and dessert from the evening. Somehow, it got rid of a good amount of your anxiousness.

'Oh god I need a glass of water' you flushed the toilet, and wobbled your way to the kitchen, steps weak and drunken-like. You grabbed a cup of water, chugging it halfway in one go. Removing the bile that tainted your taste buds.

You chugged the other half of the cup, when suddenly-

A familiar metallic stench swirled and flowed, entering your nostrils in a twisted, sickening way.

'That ain't good' you panicked internally and thought for a quick second, deciding to grab a kitchen knife for protection (in case something bad happens), and tumbling your way with hesitant steps through the dimly lit house.

Trusting your nose, you let your sense of smell guide your way through the house, and you tip-toed cowardly towards the place that has the worst stench.

'No... it cant be-'
It came from the worst place you could imagine,

Mother's room.

'shootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshoot-' your hands trembled as you reached the door handle with overwhelming fear of what comes next.

*creeaaaak* 

You opened the door with trembling limbs and glossy eyes-

Silence.

Before the storm.

Breathing rapid.

Tears dripping from the eyes, to the cheeks, then to the cold, cold floor.

A bloody man.

With bloody hands.

And a bloody knife.

And a bloody body.

"She's dead." A deep hoarse voice you came to despise yet fear had spoken. "I killed her." His crimson eyes was glazed with bloodlust, yet it glimmered eerily under the silver moonlight.

Sickness and anxiety returned, the world was spinning uncontrollably.

She's dead? She's dead. She's dead! She's dead?!

Dead.

'Why?' you wanted to ask so badly.

Nothing came out, not even a vowel. Trembling mouth left agape.

"I am jealous," He grunted, his voice hoarse from all the booze he drank. "She seems like she had everything."

"So I took everything from her."

That was the most disgustingly childish and selfish statement you had ever heard in your entire 12 years of living.

You were enraged.

So you screamed.

A scream that was far from human. A monstrous scream.

But it was the perfect pitch of sheer hatred.

A somewhat large and ghostly form took shape and loomed over your trembling frame, it made a gentle chime sound, polar opposites to the roar you just made.

It was unfamiliar and intimidating, but you felt no hostility from it. Rather, you felt safer with it's looming presence.

'I want that monster to disappear.'

The ghostly spirit seemed to hear what you had silently wished for, and immediately moved a metal arm up, and made an 'o' shape using it's thumb and pointer finger.

Tink!

Suddenly, the man was immediately out of air, gasping for his life. He was choking to his death, yet he was able to utter multiple (last) words.

 "Stand...

「Revolver」!"

A humanoid thing, it's size no less than a fist, took form and stood on the gasping and weakened man's shoulder.

It pulled up a sniper, and aimed it at your direction.

It shot once

Tink!

Where'd the bullet go?

The giant spirit that loomed over you flicked it.

Yes, flick.

"R-rgh!" The man lost air from his lungs once more, then the giant ghost thing pulled an arm back, and landed a single rough chop to the man's neck, rough enough to snap his neck. He's probably dead too, now.

After that, the apparition just disappeared like a nightmare.

Only that this isn't just a nightmare that comes and goes. This was real. The pain was real. Everything is real

All you can do right now is stand stunned, as you felt weak on your knees.

You walked towards Cottone's body, and held her hand. The hand that once brought warmth and short-lived joy to your life is now cold. It has no pulse.

She looked so peaceful, like she was asleep... deep, deep sleep...

You just stood there, quiet tears staining your cheeks. Until morning came...

The only thing keeping you company was the moonlight.

And two dead bodies.

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(A very unserious) A/N: The stand appearing in this chapter is a large, humanoid metal man with wind chimes replacing his lower half. The name of the stand will be introduced in future chapters!
Father's stand, Revolver, was named after The Beatle's album by the same name. 

(Not so) Fun fact(s): Father stabbed himself with a stand arrow, and, like other stand users, someone with blood relations to Father will obtain a stand as well, and this 'someone' was you (un)fortunately.

Eps 3- Two bodies.
Status: Finished.