all-american :: jotaro x reader

piece five :: trial and error

Though the school season had just started, the little girl already had managed to get herself a friend. She enjoyed going along with the outlandish games he suggested - dinosaurs, police, doctor, the likes - and he enjoyed going along with her little adventures - returning an "injured" worm back to its hole, seeing who eat the most at snack time, seeing who could make the biggest toilet paper wad. And usually, this led to who could get into the most trouble.

They were already inseparable, and the leaves hadn't even fallen off the trees yet.

Usually, whenever they were within three feet of each other, it usually mean something potentially disastrous was going to happen, much to the teacher's dismay.

And today led them both on yet another trial of their capability to cause trouble - and it came in the form of a furry friend.

The little boy and the little girl stood in the school's lawn, alongside each other. The wind blew. Children in the yard with them yelled in the distance. Their eyes glazed over, and to anyone, it would have simply looked as if they were just staring off into the distance.

The cat simply looked back down at them from its ledge on the envelope, and yawned.

"I don't even think they're allowed to get this close, Jotaro!" The girl whispered, in fear of being noticed by the resting feline. She gripped at his sleeve and shook him gently, half nervous, but half-thrilled.

The boy nodded. "The only time I've ever seen a cat this close was at my gramma's. And it scratched me."

The girl's eyes widened, impressed at his bravery. "Really? Where?"

The boy points at a scar under his chin - two centimeters in length, and as she looks he wears a smile like that of a seasoned warrior - and the girl ogles in disbelief, before she smirks - "Nice."

"So what do we do?" The girl asks.

"I dunno."

The cat glances at them yet again.

"My gramma's cat meowed really funny whenever we pulled her tail," the boy mentions.

"Do you think that's what happens with all cats?" Asks the girl.

The cat was just sitting there, but its tail, just inches from their reach, swayed temptingly back and forth against the cobblestone wall. To the kids, it almost gleamed in the sunlight, waiting to be tested.

"On three?" Asked the girl, reaching out.

"On three." The boy reached out as well.

The girl smiled devilishly. "One. Two. THREE!"

She grabbed the top. He grabbed the bottom.

And they yanked.

The cat made a noise that could only be described as half-meow half-scream as it fell off the ledge, right in front of the kids. It stared at them intently - and they stared back, waiting with their heart in their stomach for it to do something- before returning to its feet, and starting to run.

As the other children watched the freakshop run off, the two kids screamed in glee and fear, ecstatic that they'd coaxed a reaction out of the animal, but now their new problem was that they were being chased throughout the schoolyard by a neighborhood cat with bared teeth.

"I WAS RIGHT!" The boy exclaimed through exhausted heaves as he ran across the yard as fast as his legs could carry him, the girl trailing less athletically behind him not even a meter away.

However, a stone laying on the ground changed that fact.

The girl slid as she fell, the dirt and sand collecting on her shirt and pants, and now she was stuck laying face down, arms out on the earth and a cat was approaching full force.

Her mouth was numb. Her knees hurt.

She shakily propped herself up on her scraped forearms, blood dripping from her lips as she looked behind her. She knew there was no way to escape the fury of the cat in time, so she closed her eyes and braces for impact-

"Get BACK!"

She looked up.

Over her stood her best friend, branch in hand (discarded from a tree in a recent storm), swinging back and forth with no regard for aim. He held one arm out as if to tell her to stay back, and she watched, confused.

The cat stopped, and calmly, turned around swayed away unbothered, and in a few leaps, had jumped onto a tree and bound over the fence.

He dropped the stick and looked back at his wounded companion. "Are you okay?!" He asked, worried. "You fell really hard!"

"I han' heel mah ton'." The girl slurred, her tongue stuck out - limp, and bleeding pretty bad.

"You what?"

"I. HAN'. HEEL. MAH. TONG."

"Oh. You can't feel your tongue." The boy covered his mouth. "You sound really funny, though. Say my name."

The girl rolled her eyes, but touched the tip of her tongue with dirt-stained fingers - "Hota'o."

The boy laughed, repeating her impaired statement over and over for extra effect. Though the girl was upset, she too couldn't help but laugh at her new accent, a little giggle scaling from her bloodied lips.

"I hink ah nee' a teecha," the girl slurred yet again, holding onto her friend's shirtwaist to get up. "Mah mammy's gon' Be an'ree."

The boy nodded, already walking back towards the building. "Yeah. That's a good idea. You sound funny, but it probably hurts bad."

"Hota'o?"

"Yeah?"

"Hank ya fo' hepin' me. Ya ah ree' rave." She looks down, thankful that he was there at right time to swoop in and save her from doom, and then sheepishly smiles at him. "You ah mah he'o."

The boy smiles valiantly and stops to put his hands on his hips. "No problem. My mommy says I'm a really brave boy, too." He flexes as if he has any bicep material to show off and the girl laughs.

"Geh' wa?"

"What?"

"You 'ere aight."

He thinks for a second, comprehending her gibberish, before he too realizes. He was right.

Cats meow when their tails are pulled. And they run really fast, too.