(Book Four of the ❝Jojo's Bizarre x Reader❞ Series. Please read previous works to understand the lore.)
(Y/N) (L/N), who lives a quiet life in a quiet Japanese town, is shaken awake to all the things that lie beneath the surface of this world. On to...
NOW PLAYING... A MATCH INTO WATER by PIERCE THE VEIL
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You weren't the first and you weren't last to leave the school that day. You did your best to avoid the other students as you put your outdoor shoes on so they wouldn't bump into you or worse, the guitar on your back.
You kept your head down and for the most part, it worked--no one bothered you and if they did, it was one of two reasons:
"Hey, can I copy your English homework?"
or
"It's cool you play the guitar--Can you write a song about me?"
Finally, you started making your way home. The year was 1999. Your brother, Asuka, was an archeologist and was off in India studying some bones in some lake you didn't care too much about. It was all nerd stuff--but one time he brought you a miniature historically accurate iron maiden and that was pretty sick. The last time you saw him, you were celebrating his 22nd birthday and that was three months ago.
Upon reaching the house, you checked the mailbox for a letter from your said older brother. As you did, your mother, Naomi walked out. Naomi used to be a traveler before getting pregnant with your older brother a few days short of her 18th birthday. She met his and, five years later, your, father in the Museum of London, specifically in the execution exhibit. They bonded over their shared birthday, exactly two years apart.
So Naomi settled down in Japan, despite being American. She didn't have any family having never been adopted out of the system, so she felt she had nothing to go back to. Understandably so, she wanted to live in the country she was always flying to anyway. After you were born, your father went back to Europe to visit a family member of his that was going under for surgery. He never returned. Not even a phone call when Naomi's lower face was destroyed in a riot at the jail where she worked as a guard at. She quit shortly after and became a gardener-for-hire, now with a permanent smile of x-shaped scars.
Naomi approached you just as you closed the mailbox. "How was school?"
You shrugged, adjusting your guitar strap. You looked down at your bookbag. "I almost forgot this today. Those halls were practically flooded."
"That's good, that's good." She was clearly nervous, an uncommon trait than what was typically displayed. "Listen, uh, we have... guests."
You raised a brow. "What do you mean?"
"Just... come inside. Please." Now you were nervous. What had your mother so shaken up when she was normally so cheery?
You entered the home, took off your shoes, then looked up. There were two people--an old woman and a man who looked to be about thirty-something. The old woman was in a daze, staring at the television with the occasional chuckle when a laugh track played. The man was caring for her seemingly--making sure her blanket was correctly draped around her lap, keeping her hair out of her face, and asking if her needs were met. The most notable thing was that his beard only had one streak of grey.
