Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Oneshots

French and Migraines

You wake up with a groan, your eyes squinting in the bright light. A stabbing pain shoots through your skull and you wince. What happened? And it comes rushing back to you in a blur. The hotel, heading out for dinner, the Stand user.

Polnareff was dead. You saw him on the ground, bleeding out in front of you. That stand did something to him, and you couldn't heal him with your stand, you couldn't even reach out to him, it was like you were frozen in place. You squeeze your eyes shut as a choked gasp finds its way out of your throat.

Polnareff was...a character. Bit of a womanizer, and a huge flirt. Always complimenting you on your stand's healing ability, and always found a way to make a comment about what your hands could do. You had traveled with the group a long way to Egypt, and along the way you grew to understand him a bit more. Polnareff seemed to be all talk -you told him as much several times, in retorts against his attempts at flirting- as you found him to be caring and kind in his treatment of you. The few times you had to share a room with him he'd make comments and flirt with you, but always would look away from your body when you would change. Underneath the Frenchman's womanizing talk seemed to be a kind and caring man.

But none of that mattered now. Polnareff was dead. You had got cut off from the crusading group in the swirl of people on the street, attacked by an enemy stand when you were panicking. The stand user discovered that you couldn't attack him directly and suddenly Polnareff was next to you, but he wasn't okay. He fell to the ground, and there was so much blood, and you didn't even know how it happened.

You decide that you must be in shock, you had blacked out after that alarming sight. You don't remember anything, but from the feel of cotton on your skin and softness under your head you can tell that you must be back in the hotel room that you and Polnareff were supposed to share, in one of the beds.

You attempt to sit up, your back sore, when another shooting pain appears in your head. You bite your lip and go to rub your eyes -seriously, why is this room so bright- when a warm hand touches your shoulder softly.

"Mon chéri," you heard a voice speak softly, and your back stiffens, "are you alright? Your head, is it a bother?"

Polnareff, you think to yourself. But...

You open your eyes and look to your right to see a large man sitting next to you with a concerned look on his face. "Pol..." your voice trails off, unable to finish his name. "I saw you...you were.." you bite your lower lip.

"What did you see, mon chéri?" Polnareff spoke louder, more like his normal brash self. "When we found you, you were on the ground. That stand user, his stand was...strange." His eyes lowered. "It could show you terrible things, that were not real, that could not be real!" He leaned closer to you. "Joseph nearly passed out much like you did before Jotaro pummeled the man's face in."

"Is he alright? Are you alright?" you murmured, still rubbing your head. "I saw you, I thought you were next to me, but you were...you were dead."

Polnareff sat up straight. "It'll take more than one little stand user to do in the great Polnareff!" He smiled lightly as you let out a small laugh. "The others are fine, Joseph started complaining about not getting dinner so they went off to find food." Polnareff rubbed at the back of his neck. "I didn't go with because I didn't want to leave you alone here. Now, are you okay?"

You shrink slightly as you realise your eyes are not accustomed to the light of the one lamp in the room yet, and you feel your face flushed slightly at his words. "It's really bright in here, and my head hurts so much and I keep getting these shooting pains...honestly sitting up made my head swim too."

Polnareff frowns. "Mon chéri, that sounds like a migraine." He lowered his eyes.  "That stand user must've messed up your head very badly, forcing hallucinations onto you like that." He runs a hand lightly down your arm. "I'll grab you some water, and turn off this light." He gets up, looking for a glass, turning off the lamp on the bedside table as he does. The only light now is the last bits of sunlight that peek through the curtains of the window.

You aren't sure why Polnareff is being especially thoughtful. You'd expect him to make some crass joke. You sit up some more, deep in thought until he comes back.

Polnareff sits next to you on the edge of the bed, handing you a glass of water. "Drink, it'll help your head." You gladly take a sip, and then down half the glass. You did not realize just how dehydrated you must have been. That surely didn't help with the hallucination from the stand earlier, and this desert climate really doesn't agree with you.

You set the glass down on the nightstand and snuggle down into the blankets. You feel a light touch on the side of your head and your eyes flutter open to see Polnareff lightly running his fingers through your hair. You notice that his face looks like it's glowing in the moonlight, and his eyes look soft and comforting for once instead of their usual flirtatious gaze.

You swallow softly and feel your eyes tear up, the gravity of what you've been feeling since the attack rushing back. "Pol...Jean, I'm sorry, I just thought..." you take a deep breath, shuddering slightly. "I was so worried that I'd lost you." You close your eyes, not wanting to see his face if he didn't like what you had said. "I mean," you started to verbally pull back a little, "who would I tease and made snide comments to then?" You smile softly. "I...I really like having you around." You realised as you said those words and felt the butterflies in your stomach just how much you really meant that.

You felt Polnareff's hand pause at the sound of his first name, and heard a slight chuckle from the man sitting next to you. You roll over, turning away from him, sure that he was laughing at what you said. But then the bed shifts next to you, and you feel a strong and muscular arm wrap around your waist, and a soft breath at your ear.

"Mon chéri, I enjoy your company." Your face reddens at his words, his voice soft and reassuring. "You won't be able to lose me that easily." He runs his hand up from your waist to your shoulder and pulls you to face him. "I will always be here, with you, at your side, mon chéri." He gazes into your eyes as you cannot help but blush deep red at his words. "Now please, sleep; you will feel better in the morning." He hugs you close and you cuddle into the warm man, tucking your head against his chest. His hand finds your waist again as you drift off to sleep, tired from the long day.

You feel his breath hitch slightly, and then a light kiss on the top of your head. "I will always be there for you, mon amour," he murmurs softly into your hair, running his hand up and down your back slowly, holding you close to him. "Mon seul et unique chéri."

"Merci, Jean," you mumble into his chest, you don't know how to speak French but you do know that word. You smile softly, and fall asleep, unable to see his face blushing in the moonlight.