Self-love (Jjba Fanfic)

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The wind seemed to be knocked out of me as my eyes met Jojo. He looked at my kneeled form with wide eyes and a blush forming on his face. Time stood still as neither of us knew what to do nor say, but eventually the pain brought me back to reality.

I groaned out and held my head as the throbbing pain spread throughout my face. I heard Johnathans clothes shuffle and next thing I know he has picked me up bridal style, without a word he brought me to my room.

Upon entering it he set me down on my bed and just knelt in front of me staring with his still pink face. After what felt like forever he got up and left for a few minutes only to return with some ice and gauze.

He handed me the items and just went back to staring at me. The ice provided temporary relief to the hot pain, but now I'm faced with the burn of the joestar males stare.

We sat in silence for 10 minutes before I got up, I walked to my closet and grabbed my old cloak from all those years ago. Before I can put it on I felt a hand grasp my wrist gently, "...please dont..." he pleaded quietly as he looked into my eyes with a look ive never seen him give before. 

I stop and sigh before returning to the bed, I patt the spot beside me gesturing him to sit. He took the seat and waited for my response.

"....before I tell you anything....I want you to know I have my reasons for lying to you....and if you don't accept me after I've explained myself ill leave tonight" I explain firmly as I stare at the wall ahead of me. He stays silent but nods in reply, I play with the now melted ice bag and begin my story.

"Yes I am a woman....my name is Aliya Theodore...atticus is my male persona I use so people don't try to question me. My birth is a tragic story...one I cannot go into...but the most important part is...I'm not from England" my hands start to tremble and clam up as I continue my story, "my mother is from an island called Puerto Rico...my father was from England and due to unfortunate circumstances I was brought to England and hidden away in the slums to avoid bringing shame and having people riot against me. For years I've been afraid of someone so hateful who will either kill me or send me back to an island where I have no one." Tears started to peak out of my eyes as the bag popped from the grip I had on it.

I hear nothing from Johnathan and I'm frankly to afraid to look at his expression. Just as I'm about to throw on my cloak he gives me a loving hug, my eyes widen as the tears finally fall.

The room that was once filled with unbearable tension becomes filled with warmth and relief. My silent tears fall as I hear Jojo whisper in my ear " I accept you for who you are aliya".

I quickly turn and tackle Johnathan to the bed in a hug as I sob into his chest repeatedly thanking him.

[Time skip and pov change]

I smile softly as I stare down at her hair, the soft feeling of her breathing on top of me. She cried herself to sleep while clinging to me, I have to admit she looks cute...

I take a moment to admire her, I've been wanting to see under that hood for forever and now that I have...all I can do is just stare in awe. Her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, her flushed olive skin, and her messy hair that still looks soft...it all looks beautiful to me. Like an angel that fell from heaven that currently lays on my chest, it brings a heat onto my cheeks.

Her lips are parted taking in small soft breathes. It looks so tempting to taste...what am I thinking?!? I think harshly as I look away with my face burning hot. I slowly peel her off of me and tuck her in, she shifts slightly until her face meets my hand. My heart melts at the gesture but it isn't proper for a man to sleep in the same room as a woman if they aren't married.

I slowly slip out of the room and close the door softly. I turn around and my back rest against her door as I try to calm my heart. What is wrong with me...why is my heart betraying me...I ponder as I slowly make my way to my room.

[Time skip and pov switch again]

I awake the next morning with the pain being faded. Still there but faded, rising out of bed I go to my vanity to get ready for the day only to see my sorry state. My eyes are still puffy along with a few tear marks still there along with my hair In a giant mess, suddenly the memories of last night replay again and my heart races.

Although he said he accepts me the memories of my fathers words bring doubt. 

'No one will accept you like I do'

I shake off my feelings and get ready for the day. With a change of clothes and my old cloak on I wish away to Mr joestars room. He always made me feel comfortable about myself when my mind wanders to dark places.

I slam open the door to see Johnathan and his father sharing a goodbye, but my sudden appearance disturbs them making them look my way.

"Atticus good morning!" Mr joestars greets with a smile while Jojo gives me a frown.

"Aliya..." he says softly looking directly under the hood. Mr joestar looks at his son in shock, "you know?" He asks while frantically looking at me to see if I'm OK. I sigh and pull off my hood causing the older man to gasp at my actions.

"That's what I came to talk to you about sir...he saw me last night and I told him..." I admit while looking at the two with a netural face. Silence filled the room before the older joestar began a coughing fit, I rushed to his side to help coach his breathing. My face turned into one of concern, which both men took by surprise. 

"I'm OK my darling...but Jojo was telling me he was off to London" he says trying to change the topic. I gave Jojo a look before nodding, "I'll come with you" I state as I rise from my previous position. "No! I want you to stay with father in case something happens" he protested firmly as he looked down at me, I gave him a glare and scoffed "Give me a break I know why your going and I have more knowledge about the area then you so the quicker you want this done your best bet is for me to come along".

The older man in the bed looked at his son and saw a familiar look in his eyes. "Jojo...take her with you I'll be fine as long as I do as you've said" he spoke sternly as I gave him a smirk. The younger man began to blush causing me to raise a brow, "b-but!....fine as you wish father" he agreed as he took my wrist and began to drag me along. I slip on my hood and give the older man a quick goodbye as I'm whisked out of the home.

As we go to the carriage I feel eyes on me that are burning with some sort of malicious intent.