21st Century Girl [Dio X Reader]

Chapter Nine

"Hey Y/n," Taylor leans over Y/n's shoulder as she goes through the store's catalogue to fill the remaining fifty books for the purchase. It really should be an online database, but with no internet in the late 19th century, Y/n just has to put up with it and do her job by hand. "I was talking to JoJo, and apparently they live in Liverpool."

"Liverpool?" Y/n repeats as she skips through the long list of familiar titles, scratching a good one down every now and then. "Dio said that it takes a week to get there just going one way. Why did they come out all the way here?"

"He said his dad was here for business or something, I don't really know. That's not the point." Taylor lowers her voice, moving closer to the worker that's only half paying attention to her. "I was listening to you talk to that guy earlier and he said he was taking in a kid that's our age. I mean, isn't the timing too much for a coincidence? Do you think that—"

"Let's not go there." Y/n sighs at the unintentional sharpness of her own voice, and puts down her pen for the first time since getting the order. "If Dio is going to live with those people, I'm happy for him. They seem to be rich and kind so I'm sure he'll be able to live well."

"But?" Taylor presses.

"There is no but."

"C'mon, Y/n. You can be honest with me." Taylor continues even when Y/n grips her pen and continues through the list. "There's gotta be a but."

Y/n sighs. "But..." I'm still worried about him.

"But?!"

"But nothing." Y/n huffs as she fills in the last row on the sheet. "He has a rich family now and a bright future ahead of him. He didn't want to give me a way to contact him, so I'm not going to go searching. If we meet again, we meet again. If we don't, we don't."

Taylor frowns, taking it as her turn to sigh. "Fine. Don't be honest with me, but you should at least be honest with yourself." She pulls the list from her friend's hands and replaces it with Y/n's favorite book. "Read this and take a break. Maybe you're really fine and don't have anything to say. But if I were you and the person I was interested in disappeared like that, I'd be hurt as hell."

Y/n can't bring herself to argue any more. She knows that's she's hurt, more than she would like to admit. But blindly chasing after a guy she barely knows would make her into a fool. He doesn't even want her to.

Y/n clenches the hard cover of her favorite novel. The damn chess game keeps popping into her head. His golden brown eyes beamed with nearly arrogant confidence and each move on the board was deliberate and based on real skill and experience. He's a man made to win. And Y/n wants nothing more than to lose another game of chess to him.

"Hey Miss," the blue haired kid interrupts one of Y/n's deep sighs as he pops out from behind her chair. "How do you know so much about these books when you're only around my age?"

Y/n looks up at him a him as he leans over her. Compared to before he seems a bit more docile, like a puppy that's tired itself out after playing. "Don't stand over me, come have a seat. Taylor still has to make a copy of the list I made, so it will be a while before you can go."

The kid obediently sits in the chair across from Y/n. Compared to those in London, he has an air of innocence. Despite being a troublemaker, perhaps that's why he can get off with light punishments. "Miss, I'm going to become a gentleman and the master of our mansion one day! Da- My father I said that I have to know as many books as you do to do that."

Y/n wears her customer service smile. "This may not be my place to speak, but the young master only needs to be dependable and good at managing the mansion's affairs. If you don't know something or aren't good at something, you can always hire someone else to do it."

"Hire someone else?!" He looks as if Y/n had slapped him across the face. He jumps up and slams his hands down on the handles of Y/n'a chair. At least he isn't touching her, but if she were on the street, Y/n wouldn't be so respectful to the harmless, but seemingly hopeless airhead. "I, Jonathan Joestar, will be the head! Having someone else do my work is cowardly! How could I do such a thing?!"

"It's just like how you hire a chef or a gardener. Feeding the people of the mansion and the upkeep of the land are the head's responsibilities, but they are jobs to be delegated to others..." Y/n trails off in the middle of her explanation, her eyebrows pinching together as she fully takes in the young man in front of her. He has dark blue hair and a strong sense of responsibility. His looks aren't bad at all and to some his puppy dog attitude may even be attractive. But, his father will be taking in another child? Coincidentally in the same location that a blond teen named Dio will be moving after the death of his father? All in 19th century England? Y/n's mouth goes dry. "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?"

"I am Jonathan Joestar! But you can just call me, JoJo!"

Holy fuck.

TO BE CONTINUED...