Fake Out (Polnareff x Reader)

Chapter Five

The six of you rode on a near-empty bus to your next destination. You were frustrated and conflicted from the moment you boarded, but your irritation only grew as Polnareff rambled on and on to you newest companion. Incessant chatter about any topic his brain could muster up, with gratuitous flirting peppered in between.

Finally, Kakyoin spoke up, cutting off the Frenchman's monologue. "Hey, we're almost there." He announced, as the bus rolled over a bridge. "The city of Varanasi..."

A few short minutes later, the bus slowed to a stop in the city center, and you all filed out, with Joseph pausing outside to examine a disturbing growth on his arm. You all crowded around, investigating the strange lump.

"That's... really gross. You should get that looked at." You grimaced, reaching up a hand to hide your disgusted reaction.

"Hey.... Doesn't that sort of look like a person's face?" Polnareff chimed in, hand on his chin, only to elicit a frustrated response from the old man. The two went back and forth for a moment, before Joseph finally walked off to find a doctor.

The rest of your group split up shortly after Joseph went to the hospital, Kakyoin and Jotaro went to scout out a place to stay, and Polnareff and the groups newest addition, Nena, went off to who knows where. You were left to your own devices. You spent your brief period of freedom shopping and exploring. You were grateful to finally be able to stock back up on essentials. You knew you needed to pack lightly, but you thanked your lucky stars you were able to get some new, clean underwear.

When you were finished with your errands, you decided to spend the remainder of your time wandering around the city. Even though your original plans went way off course, you were grateful to your newfound comrades, since they were taking you to many more places than you would've been able to go on your own.

A little while later, you started hearing sirens and commotion nearby. You craned your neck and stood on your tip-toes, hoping to get a better view of the situation, but you were too far to see what was going on. You shook your head and went back to browsing the shops and vendors lining the streets. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Polnareff and Nena rounding a corner and coming your way. In a split-second decision, you dashed into the storefront next to you, hoping to avoid Polnareff's incessant gushing about his future wedding with his new lady.

In your haste, you hadn't even bothered to check the name of the business you'd rushed into. As you gathered your bearings, you took a look around the shop. It was dimly lit with multiple lamps spaced out around the room, enveloping the room in a warm yellow hue. Despite the poor lighting, the decor was absolutely gorgeous. There were dozens of paintings and trinkets lining the walls, intricate drapes and tassels. You glanced up to see a beautiful mural sprawling across the ceiling. The details were almost overwhelming.

Before you could take another step, a pair of deep purple velvet curtains pulled open, revealing a beautiful woman sitting at a small table with an ornate cloth laid atop it. Across the table was an empty chair and in front of it, on the table, sat a lone teacup.

"Greetings traveler." She announced, her voice silky smooth. "Fate has beckoned you here. Have a seat." She motioned towards the empty chair. You held back a giggle, this whole thing seemed like something straight out of a movie.
Still, you were compelled to heed her request.

You sat across from the mysterious woman, in a rickety wooden chair, that stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the intricately decorated room. The chair creaked loudly under your weight before you settled in.

The woman across from you stared at you with a piercing gaze, her bright blue eyes stood out beautifully against the stark contrast of her deep brown skin. She motioned towards the steaming cup of tea in front of you. "Drink up, and I'll tell you your future." She lifted the mug and held it out in front of you. You gingerly took it from her and brought it from your lips, slowly sipping. The tea was delicious, and as you brought it away from your face she tapped the bottom , encouraging you to drink more. "Drink quickly, we're running out of time."

You hurried to finish the drink, and as soon as you were done she pulled the cup back towards her, inspecting the remaining leaves closely.

"Hmm..." She murmured, eyes pouring over the cup. "I see you're on an adventure... Your life has just changed in a big way. You knew this was coming though, didn't you?" She broke her gaze with the small mug, and met your eyes, a small smirk on her lips. "This isn't all though. There's a dark cloud looming over your future. But beyond that... is love."

Your heart skipped a beat as you recalled your first meeting with Dio.

"You have a very treacherous battle ahead of you before you can obtain this love, however. You may not even survive. You have to fight for it." She furrowed her brows. "You're traveling with your soulmate, you've already met him. He is your great love, it will change your life forever if you're strong enough to get it in your grasp." You cast her a look of disbelief.
Your current companions were two teenagers, the grandfather of one of those teens, one who just died, and-

But that wasn't possible.

Before you could respond, the woman's eyes widened and she grabbed your hand, holding it firmly. "You must go now. Something terrible is happening to one of your companions." She quickly rose from her seat and began ushering you out the door.

"But wait- don't I need to pay you?" You interjected as the woman pulled open the door.

"No, free of charge. Go, save your friend." She nearly shoved you out onto the street, and slammed the door behind you. You stood there for a moment, in shock.
A few feet ahead, you saw Mr. Joestar dash into an alleyway, and then the sound of sirens. It seemed that the mysterious fortune teller was correct. You raced after him, darting around the same corner, but when you got around it you couldn't find him.

You rushed down the alley, ending up on the next street over, with still no sight of the old man. You looked back and forth, and took a right, maneuvering through the crowd. A few blocks later, you spotted Mr. Joestar and Polnareff tucked in yet another narrow alleyway. The old man leaned against the brick building, while Polnareff stared in shock and disgust at a woman lying on the ground in front of them.

You slowed to a stop and propped yourself up on the wall, trying to catch your breath. "What... the hell... happened?" You gasped out.

"Oh nothing now, but Polnareff here will probably be traumatized for a few days." Joseph smacked Polnareff on the shoulder, who dropped his arms and stared with a now defeated look plastered across his face.

"More like a few years..." Polnareff stuttered out.

You looked at Mr. Joestar, then the woman on the ground, then back at Mr. Joestar, and were suddenly grateful you arrived when you did, and not a minute earlier.

"Right..." You mumbled.

-

Later on, you and the rest of your companions regrouped while Mr. Joestar dealt with his legal troubles after the stand attack earlier in the day. The four of you stood at the side of the road, overlooking a lake. Polnareff sat on the curb, still reeling from his experience earlier, while Jotaro and Kakyoin chatted.

Jotaro grumbled about the day's events, blaming Joseph's troubles with the law for the fact you were all out on the side of the road, when suddenly the man himself finally rolled up.

"I took care of things." He stated. "We can take this car." He motioned to the vehicle you were all stationed beside. "Polnareff, you do the driving." He tossed the keys to the Frenchman, who caught them but still stayed frozen with that horrified look stuck on his face. "What? Don't tell me you're still in shock. I was the one who was attacked by the stand."

"Sure, but... I think I'd rather have gone through that." Said Polnareff, voice shaky. The five of you eventually shuffled into yet another vehicle and set off to yet another destination.