𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑂𝑓 𝐴 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 ★ 𝐽𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑋 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑦𝑜𝑖𝑛

★𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚘𝚗𝚎★

You had your legs pulled into your chest, head buried in your knees as you calmed yourself. The others were watching cautiously, but after many failed attempts to comfort you, they decided it would be best to keep their distance for now. Each time they did get close, Atlantis would shove them back with a gust of wind. It was never too harsh, and wasn't enough to hurt them. It was more of a warning.

You tried to forget your dream, but it was hard. You were scared that it might come true. You were afraid if loosing your friend. Speaking of which...

"Where is Polnareff?" You asked, raising your head. Only now did you realize that he was missing.

"Oh, he went to find a bathroom a while ago." Mr. Joestar said. You moved your legs and stood up, but paused when you felt a ghost-like hand on your shoulder. Atlantis's dark hand was gripping you, and you could have sworn he gave a squeeze before he disappeared.

"Your stand is very peculiar," Kakyoin said. "Its like he has a mind of his own,"

"If you don't mind me asking," Mr. Joestar said, tapping his chin. "How long have you had your stand?"

You scratched your head in thought. "All my life, I guess. I remember always seeing this man following me from a distance. No one else could see him, but he was always there. When I would try to tell my parents, they would always say it was my brother watching over me." You shrugged. "I was only able to summon him when you attacked me. Before that, he never appeared close enough to me. Now, he just appears on his own."

"Its almost like hes a guardian," Kakyoin muttered, making you smile. His eyes lit up as you did so.

"I'm going to find Polnareff," You said, walking towards the door. "Knowing his luck and bathrooms, he's probably gotten himself into trouble."

"We'll go too," Kakyoin said, following you out the door. You walked down the stairs, but as you neared the bottom, you got a bad feeling. You paused as you frowned. You walked into the lobby and stood in the center of the room, looking around.

"Polnareff?" You called, hoping for a response. When you didn't get one, you walked towards the front desk. You put your hands on the counter and jumped, leaning over the edge to peer behind the desk. Nothing. Not even a bell. You hummed in thought until your eyes landed on a set of large double doors. You walked over and jiggled the handles. Locked. You were about to walk away when you heard hushed whispering and a thud. At first, you were just going to leave whoever it was be, but the more you thought of it, the more concerned you grew.

"Step back," You said to the three boys behind you. They were confused at first, but did so as you took a step back. Atlantis formed beside you, and put a hand on either door. They began to flicker until they disappeared. You motioned for the others to follow as you walked under your stand's arm and entered the room. Immediately, you could tell something was wrong.

Your eyes scanned the room until they landed on a old lady in the center of the room, a nervous smile on her face. Confusion spread over your face as you looked at her.

"Excuse me ma'am," You said. "But have you seen a man with silver hair pass through here?"

"No, I haven't," She said. "Im sorry."

"Hmm." You said, putting a hand on your hip while you tapped your chin. "That's odd. I could have sworn I heard him in here. Are you sure?"

"Yes, Im quite sure. No one has been in here!" She tried to defend. But you knew better than that. In the blink of an eye, your image had flickered and you were now standing in front of her, making her jump back.

"Is that so? Then care to explain that trail of blood? And that curtain that has been moving an awful lot for a room without a draft?" As this was said, you could see the nervous drop of sweat roll down her forehead.