Take my hand (Okuyasu x Reader ) Book 1

The blue shadow reveled

"Go after her...make sure she doesn't get herself killed. Please."

Okuyasu nods, walking out the door and coming to the porch of (Y/N)'s home. Opening the utterly destroyed door, he is stopped by one of the armored personnel, them pointing a gun at him. He puts his hands up in surrender.

"This is a crime scene, be on your way." They said, poking him with the barrel of the gun

"Oi, Oi, Oi! I'm only here to make sure (Y/N) is okay! That Norbert guy said I should make sure she doesn't hurt herself!" Okuyasu says, a sliver of anger filtering through.

"Y-Your here to check on 666? You must be the boy who can control her!" The guard says, taking the gun from his chest and pulling off their helmet. The man smiles at him, a scar runs down his face and around his neck, both seem as though the skin had melted, denting into his body. "Please, come in, she went to her room and sent everyone out. We can't even get her to answer any questions."

Okuyasu nods and follows the man through the house, almost gagging when he sees the note, though he wonders what the bottom says as one of the scientists there begin wiping it off the wall. The words becoming smeared as they clean the blood from the wall. Then again, the language the words were written was illegible to the male. They stop at the end of the hall, in front of the basement door, this confuses him.

"I thought you said she went to her room..." Okuyasu asks, his confusion filtering through

"Yes, 666 tends to make a room in an area away from sunlight so that she has an extended time with her sun resistance, as it is deadly she stay in the sun for too long." The man answers as he knocks on the door, hearing not even a shuffling from behind, a cold feeling in okuyasu's chest.

"I don't think she's in there," Okuyasu says, using his stand to scrape away the door, startling the man beside him.

"Heiliger Fick! Warn me next time  Du Arsch!" The man said, an accent coming through as he puts a hand over his chest.

Okuyasu looks over to the man in confusion, the look of surprise on the man's face is turned to one of confusion as he looking into the room. It is dark as there are no windows in the basement and the lights are off, including the ones that the foundation set up to work on fixing the room. They both stare down into the void, Okuyasu reaching out for the light switch to flick on the light, the room floods with light and they see the clothes that (Y/N) had worn thrown on the bed, still bloody and ripped from her short battle. Okuyasu makes his way down the stairs, his hands in his pockets. Upon stepping off of the stairs, his shoes crunch the glass below, drawing his attention below. He crouches down and brushes the pieces of glass away, reveling two photos. He first sees a photo of the day they went to the arcade, matching the one he keeps in the desk in his room. His face softens, as he traces his fingers over her smiling face, the one where she is laughing to the point of tears at his goofy face. His attention is then pulled to the other one, a picture of her younger years, from what it seems it was about 8 years ago. He assumes the man in black that is behind the girl is Jotaro from how the male's scowl reminds him so well, but his eyes look at the little girl smiling in the center of the photo. A feeling of familiarity washes through him, almost like he knew her before she came to Morioh, but that couldn't be, then again, he'd been so many places, so I could be possible, though he found it highly unlikely.

"Did you find something important?" The man asked as he walked down the stairs, Okuyasu hiding the pictures in his pocket as he stood, he turned to meet the man's face, noticing a strange glint in his eyes.

"No, just brushing off my shoes. I think she left already." Okuyasu said, his instincts telling him to withhold this information. 

"oh dear...It is quite dangerous that she is by herself after everything that's happened...we barely got to her last time." The man said as he looked around the room.