JJBA Oneshots

Meeting Passione -

The heavy footsteps and weary breaths suddenly halted as you stopped behind a corner, attempting to catch your breath. Your lungs were on fire as you'd been consistently sprinting for what felt like hours, trying to escape this sudden enemy. Naples was infamous for its steadily rising Mafia crime/murder rates, and you were no exception to the knowledge. All your life, your mother had warned you and scolded you for even bringing up the topic. Your dad played a small part in your childhood, and you'd never really seen him at all. 

Frantically, you peeked your head from your hiding space- the group who had been so focused on hunting you down had regrouped and began to talk amongst one-another. Your parents would be so disappointed in you right now if they knew the mess you got yourself into. 

You tried to identify the people who were now dispersing in pairs and continued to presumably, try and find you. You caught a glimpse of a strange black latex-looking onepiece and purple hair, a towering man who was at least 6'5 and bore a jester's hat on his head, and an unusually icy-blue haired man who was practically radiating rage at his purple companion. Who just were these guys? They looked....menacing....and not at all like how locals described Passione? 

You headed back into the alleyway, eager to escape the capture of this strange group, but kept your pace leisurely. Before you knew it, you'd almost collided head-on into a taller man. You couldn't make out his features perfectly, but off the small glint of his belt, it had a golden piece engraved with the letter "A". His outfit seemed to resemble a cloak, almost, and he had an unsettling glare. 

"I-I," You stuttered, beginning to try to form an apology for knocking into this eloquent stranger,

He grumbled, shouldering you from his way and continued his walk. Not before he'd stolen a second glance at you.

Did this stranger plan to rat you out to those guys? Was he aware of the people who had been chasing you around the entirety of the city? Was there some sort of bonus in it for people who'd keep watch on you? 

"You," He pointed, holding your stare.

"Sorry, I-I don't mean to come off as invasive, but,"

He'd cut you off again, "Follow me." 

Did you really have a choice? Would it be easier to follow this mysterious man who'd you collided into? If he planned to turn you in, would it be easier than putting up a hassle and risk getting injured from trying to escape furthermore? If he was completely oblivious and just a stranger seeing you disheveled, was he all that reliable? Where would he take you? 

Both of your options seemed equally risky, so you settled to voyeur with the stranger. Oh, your poor mother. If this ended with your death broadcasted to the news, she'd never look at you the same way. She'd wail and blame you for messing with the wrong people despite her warnings. The harsh truth. But what choice did you really have? You jogged to catch up to the man who was speedwalking, glancing out before every turn. As you stepped into the light, you got a better look at his outfit.

His black cloak had a v-cut which was laced with a criss-cross design, and on his head he wore a small cap almost that funnily enough, reminded you of a cracked egg shell. You weren't one for fashion knowledge, so you didn't press on the matter. The stoic man seemed to keep you in his shadow, possibly in attempt to keep you low-profile and avoid trouble or suspicion. 

"Sorry to ask, erm..Sir, but, where exactly are we headed?" 

He simply shrugged wordlessly, but kept walking. 

"Right, this seems like a time to be optimistic." You half-muttered, mentally scolding yourself for even letting yourself get involved deeper into suspicion with this absolute stranger.