Self-love (Jjba Fanfic)

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On the way to the joestar manor I listen to Jonathan give me his experiences so far about his stepbrother and his time with erina. It was interesting to hear and abit sad at how his stepbrother is basically tormenting him, I gave him a few words of empathy as I also know how it feels to be tormented by family i barely know.

He was just about to say his new brothers name when he stops and his eyes widen. I turn to look in the direction he is looking to see an older blue haired male with a few staff members gather around a half assed newly made grave. The older male turns to us and gives a sympathetic look to pre teen next to me, "jonathan.." he says in a mournfully pained voice "there was an accident...with danny".

At those words Jonathan looked at the dirt in horror as his father went on to explain how his beloved dog died. "God damnit....dio did this..." he hissed out lowly to no one in particular.

When I heard the name I froze and my heart felt like it stopped beating, dio is johnathans stepbrother?! I internally screamed as I gripped my fist tightly. I should have read the book more last night I scold to myself as I tuned back into the conversation. 

"This is a new friend of mine, atticus" Jonathan introduced abit disinterested as he is slowly mourning his old friend Danny. I look up to see everyone else look at me curiously, I felt my mouth go dry at the attention cast on me.

"Do you go by just atticus?" The older noblemen asked me to which I just nod my head. He hums in suspicion and holds out his hand, "I'm Jonathan father George joestar the 1st". I shake his gloved hand with my own firmly, "pleasure to meet you" I respond trying to lower my voice.

He raises a brow but smiles anyways, "you're a strange boy Atticus but I have a good feeling about you" he chuckles out softly before turning to his son. "I'll leave you to grieve with your friend" he says as he and the staff leave the two of us be. 

Jonathan's usual demeanor has shifted to one of an empty boy... I sigh and pat his back softly, "let's go inside" I say as Jonathan seems to be a dead man walking leading me to his room. He plops onto his bed and lies down facing the window silently.

I take a seat on a nearby chair and sit down silently, I can feel the heavy air surrounding the two of us. At first I stay silent and let him recoup but he remained silent for the next 20 mintues. I start to wonder what might help, maybe a song? I thought as I pulled my seat closer to him. 

I know your somewhere out there

somewhere far away

I want you back, I want you back

I began to softly sing to him hoping to bring him some comfort with a song i made while mourning my mother. 

My neighbors think I'm crazy

But they don't understand your all I have,

Your all I have

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself

Talking to the moon 

Trying to get to you

In hopes your on the other side

Talking to me too

Or am I a fool, who sits alone

talking to the moon?

Oh oh

I'm feeling like I am famous, the talk of the town

They say I've gone mad

Yeah I've gone mad

They dont know what I know