Vento Oreo

2

"Welcome home, sweetie." My mother greets me. "Why are you home late?"

"Oh, uhm," I stammer. "I. . . Got lost."

My mom stares at me before sighing. "Alright, but you do realize that you have a phone for a reason, right?"

"Y-yeah. . . Sorry." I respond.

"Dinner's gonna be ready in an hour. Be back here by then." She says as I ascend the stairs and enter my room.

I throw myself onto my bed and sigh.

Today has been a crazy day. I'm apparently in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Vento Aureo now and I have a Stand.

So basically, Araki is God and JoJo is some type of prophetic comic.

Maybe I should use this time to adjust to my Stand. . .

I then sit up and attempt to summon it before falling back down minutes later.

"I-I don't know how. . ." I mutter in disappointment. Then, an idea came to mind and I abruptly sat up again. "Oh! I know!"

Standing, I walk up to one of the windows in my room and open it. "Stands usually protect their user from harm, even if it's self inflicted." I tell myself as I put one leg out, then the other. "And if this doesn't work, then it was nice living. . . Sorta."

I anxiously inhale. "Well, here it goes."

I jump out the window, awaiting for that sick feeling I get when rapidly descending, only for my arm to get grabbed and pulled back into my room.

I take a good look at my Stand when she suddenly starts to disappear.

"Wait wait wait wait wait! Don't go!" I yell, holding out my arms.

She pauses and goes back to her previous position.

"Oh, so now you listen to me. . . By the way, are you sentient?" I question.

My Stand doesn't respond and just stares at me.

"Huh, guess not. Oh well!" I say. "But since you don't talk, I'm gonna have to figure out your power myself. That is, unless you can show me?"

She gazes at me befors slowly approaching my desk and taking a pen, then giving it to me. I raise my brows in a confused manner before hesitantly reaching out and taking hold of the pen.

Only, I was unable to do so.

Upon coming in contact with the pen, a loud shocking noise similar to Hamon resonates throughout the room as my arm is repelled from the object with a great amount of force.

My body follows and lands on the floor, not too far from my Stand.

"(F/n)! Is everything alright up there?" I hear my mother from downstairs.

"Yeah. Everything is just amazing." I manage to groan out with sarcasm, holding my back as I get up from the floor.

I make my way to my bed and ask my Stand "So, your able to make things repel other objects?"

She nods.

"Cool. . . Wait, does that mean I can make myself or you repel things?" I say, getting excited.

She nods again.

"Yes! But, what should I name you?" I wonder. After a while of thinking, I go onto Google search and look for fitting names of classic rock artists, albums, and songs.

"What if I named you 'Back Off Bitch'? Hehe. . ." I ask my Stand micheviously, only for her to not respond. I sigh before going back to my phone.

Eventually, I decided on a name.