The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 5: The Blue Mercenary

     "What did you just say?" I ask.
   "Oh don't worry about i-"
   "No- I-I just understood what he said."
Mr. Joestar's face lights up, "have you been studying-"
   I'm in complete shock and disbelief when I reply, "no! I've never studied Japanese in my life," I confess.
   Mr. Joestar and his grandson exchange a confused look before his grandson in Japanese says, "can you understand this?" I nod sharply in response, "can you see this?" I'm confused before a colorful man appears from out of him.
   I hold my breath in fear and confusion, "who is that?" I almost whisper.
   "This is Star Platinum, my stand," what the hell is a stand? And why the hell are people just walking past it?
   "I also have one," Mr. Joestar chimes in before clear purple ivy tangles around his forearm. My gut grows tight and my ribcage gets cold and hallow. I'm dead aren't I?
   "Am I..." my throat gets itchy and I swallow my spit and whisper, "am I dead?"
   Mr. Joestar snorts, "that's ridiculous? Why would you be dead?"
   "I'm dead," my tears well up in my eyes and my legs lose strength, so I sit down on a bench. I'm dead. I try not to cry but its futile and I cover my eyes with my palms. I could laugh, even in death I'm embarrassed to cry in public.
Mr. Joestar awkwardly sits next to me and puts a hand on my back, "you're not de-"
   "How would I not be dead?" I whisper through tears, "I literally was struck by an asteroid and-" I break down in tears before I can finish.
   Mr. Joestar is in shock before his grandson comments, "Damn, that's a pretty hardcore way to die." I am dead.
Despite my efforts I sob harder and people stare. I can't see but I can tell Mr. Joestar gave his grandson a stink eye. "Y/n, you are not dead, you just have a sta-"
   "What the hell is even that?" My tongue feels foreign.
   Mr. Joestar pinches his lips together impatiently, "stands are your mental power and because you can see Jotaro's stand and my stand, that means you have one of your ow-"
"Now my soul can leave my body to manifest into a power?" I sob out sarcastically. My brains feel like mashed potatoes, and all I want to do is melt and soak into the earth. Mr. Joestar's grandson is on the phone with Avdol and Kakyoin talking about the situation we're in and they escort my sobbing self out of the aquarium. Each time I held my breath to hide my tears and silence my sobs they'd tumble out of me like vomit. The stares of others helped none with the clawing embarrassment that itched my stomach.

   "She thinks she's dead because she was hit by that asteroid and can see Star Platnum and Hermit Purple," Mr. Joestar's grandson explains to Kakyoin and Avdol in Japanese.
   I'm sitting in the trunk of Avdol's truck and am shivering and holding his coat tightly. "What's her stand ability?" Avdol asks. They all speak in Japanese, in case "an enemy stand user" is nearby... whatever that means.
   "She can understand Japanese and has never spent a day trying to study it," Mr. Joestar chimes in.
   "That's kinda lame. Only Japanese? Maybe she can speak it?" Kakyoin asks. His voice is so much more dreamy in Japanese. It comforts me almost.
   "We don't know, we haven't tested her ability," Mr. Joestar's grandson replies to Kakyoin, "Y/n! Say some thing in Japanese!" It's not a question but rather demand from him.
   I flinch from the demand. I had just finished crying and my brain and body still feel fragile. "Um, okay..." I clear my voice and think of what to say when the breeze gets colder. In perfect, unintentionable Japanese I say, "it's so cold," and pull Avdol's coat around me tighter.
   "It's still kinda a lame stand ability, can you summon your stand?" Kakyoin asks me.
   I'm confused but then assume he means summon my stand like how Mr. Joestar and his grandson can do it, "I don't know," I answer truthfully.
   "Can you try at least?" Avdol asks.
I didn't even learn what a stand was until ten minutes ago and to think that I can summon one? "I mean, I guess I can." I have no idea what I'm doing until I meditate on it. Stands are the mental ability of a person, so maybe their personality, but how does my personality have anything to do with language? I think about memories of language, like how I failed my french test in nineth grade or when I tried speaking in German to impress my crush a few months ago, but I cringe and stop, "sorry, I really don't know how to summon my stand," I admit.
   Avdol nods understandingly, "don't stress on it, your stand wont reveal itself until both of you are ready to," everyone nods in agreement.
   "When you are able to summon your stand, please contact me," Mr. Joestar insists when I return Avdol's coat.
   "I will Mr. Joestar," I say. I exchange my good byes before they leave and I go home.

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      It's been two weeks since I've seen Mr. Joestar and his friends, but when I left he made sure to inform me to be on my toes incase I come across a stand user, he says that stand users are drawn to eachother and that some are enemy's and some are allies. During this time I realized that can speak German, Turkish, Russian, Chinese both Mandarin and Cantonese, and I spoke Spanish to the gardner a few days ago.

   I'm waiting for a drink at my favorite tea place when a firm hand slamps my ass. I jolt in shock, "hey doll."
   What the hell? I spin around in bewilderment to see the man who touched me. Not only was he not wearing a mask but he was breathing on me. "What in the fuck did you just do?" I ask rhetorically.
   "I just wanted to get a feel of what I'll be playing with later," the man replied playfully before looking me up and down.
   To think a person could consciously think about the words they'll speak to another humanbeing. I'm so over come with anger and disgust I go to slap him but he grabs my wrist, "you're skin is so soft," he says before he rubs his nasty thumb on my wrist.
   Something bursts in me like a lock on a secret volt being blown open by the strongest dynamite known to man, and in a blink an eye, an armored blue women with blue flame for hair slammed the dirty old man across the parking lot. She stood taller than me by three feet and put her hands behind her like a mercenary waiting for her next job.