Jotaro x Reader: Artificial

Part 2

You followed the towering man through the streets, his white clothing and brass pins made it easy. He was basically a walking lighthouse with how much sun he was reflecting. You both stopped at a farmer's market. It was moderately empty as it was the middle of the week, nonetheless it was still bustling with life as workers and some buyers hassled over the prices of vegetables and other goods as you both walked past the overhanging arch and several signs saying "Welcome!". Jotaro had walked off as soon as he step foot in the market, pointing in the other direction as an unspoken command for you to spread out. You turned away without a second thought and decided to find him after you were done with your half. It was easier than talking to him about a time limit, and you didn't have a watch either so it would be a hassle to ask strangers for the time every hour. You shrugged and sighed as you snapped photos of workers, pretending to be a tourist when questioned why you were taking pictures.
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Aiming the camera at people surveying produce, you clicked the shutter and quickly captured the scene. You looked around and caught a glimpse of ocean between a couple of buildings, the crashing waves hypnotizing you with the gleaming late afternoon sun. This was the first time you'd ever seen the ocean and something inside you unlocked as you had the sudden urge to jump the fence surrounding the market and run down the street towards the water. Shaking your head, you instantly shut down your need for exploration and continued with your task; snapping photos of everyone you came across. As you turned to the final row of stalls, you instantly spotted a fairly tall man with green hair. It flowed rather nicely to his right, almost imitating toothpaste, held up with a ton of hair product and an unusual headband. He also had a camera hanging around his neck as well as a sketchbook banding off his arm. In normal circumstances, you would've just taken a picture and left, but he wore such gaudy and flashy clothing you couldn't help but stare. It was like spotting a gold trash bag in a landfill. Although, you had to admit his fashion was tasteful. You rolled your eyes a little to refresh your mind as you took a picture and walked off, thinking nothing of him as you opened the back of your camera and switched to a blank film roll, putting a number on the full film, and tossing it into your bag.
"Uh, excuse me?"
A voice sounded offended as you walked away. You turned around and stared at the man with plain eyes.
"Me?"
"Yea, you. The one who just took a picture of me. Who do you think you are? Taking pictures without my permission?"
You internally rolled your eyes and apologized, "Forgive me sir, I was simply doing my job and snapped a photo without thinking." Giving a bow to really sell your apology.
"Job? You're part of the paparazzi aren't you, thinking you can just snap pictures of celebrities as if you had the right?"
"Paparazzi?", your eyes opened wide as you realized you might've made a mess, "Sir, I believe there has been a misunderstanding. I do not work for any "paparazzi". I do not know who you are whatsoever." A flare of anger or frustration seemed to light up as those words left your lips. "I am sorry for taking the picture, but I assure you it will not be used in anything malicious...unless you are the person I am looking for, but I highly doubt that. Now if you will excuse me, I have to continue with my work."
"Work? Sure, sure, just as soon as you hand over the roll with my picture on it."
You backed away slowly from the hostile stranger and clutched your bag close to you, trying to keep your cool, feeling thankful that the tow of vendors mainly consisted of sleeping employees, " These are just needed for analysis, nothing concerning you. Just leave me alone."
A scowl grew across his face as he pulled a fountain pen out of his pocket. Backing away quickly, you gave a facade of calmness, unsure of why he was so confident about his pen.
"Heaven's do—"
"Rohan."
You let out the breath you'd been holding at the cold sound of Jotaro's voice. Never in your life had you ever been more relieved to hear anything.
"Jotaro—Do you know this brat?"
"Mr. Jotaro.", you swiveled around and looked at the ground apologetically, a tinge of unexplained shame washed over as you felt his unwavering gaze burn into your forehead.
"She's a stand user from the Speedwagon Foundation. She's supposed to be helping us."
Jotaro stepped towards Rohan and gave you a shove to the side. Not strong enough to knock you over, but enough to make you move to the side with a stumble.
"Really now? And you didn't bother to page anybody?"
The man crossed his arms and glared up at Jotaro, a tinge of red showing on his ears.
"I didn't think they would send an agent that fast so I didn't have time. Stop complaining. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had a business meeting."
"Ended early so I decided to go grocery shopping before this—this", Rohan paused for a moment as he thought of an insult and thrusted a hand in your direction, "prude bitch started taking pictures of me without even asking." He huffed and turned his nose up at both of you, crossing his arms. "I know not everyone can relate, but I have an image to uphold."
"I do not even know who you are, but alright I suppose...", you muttered under your breath and looked away from the two as you let Jotaro diffuse the tension.
"Sure Rohan..."
"Tch—anyway, do you have the pictures developed for me? I need to organize them in my photo album."
Jotaro rummaged though his jacket pockets and pulled out the wad of photos, handing it Rohan. His hands snatching it in a second.
"Nice. You have such steady hands. These will add nicely to the collection. I'll see you later."
Rohan left without a second glance or a goodbye. Jotaro sighed loudly when he was out of earshot and turned back to where you were.
"Good grief...I thought he'd never leave."
You heard him mutter as he walked away swiftly, you stood confused for a second before jogging to catch up with him as he strode along the path.
"How many rolls did you use?"
"Two."
He opened his hand and you dug through your folders, taking out the numbered roll and placing it on his open palm. He inspected it and shoved it in his pocket.
You swallowed your saliva and picked at your bag strap, wearing down the already old leather. You felt a drop of sweat trickle down your neck as you both walked in silence, dread haunting you as you exited the market and started the stroll back to the hotel. Taking a quick glance upward, you found a glint of annoyance in his eyes. Internally, you scolded and bit at yourself for causing a mess that Jotaro had to clean up. You remembered being strictly told to not cause any problems as a plane ticket and empty suitcase were callously thrown into your room. You felt jabs of anxiety with every second that passed without a word being said, your pent up emotions coming out as an unintentional heavy exhale.
"What's wrong?"
You placed a hand to your mouth and felt your mouth go dry as you tried to find a quick excuse, "N-Nothing Mr. Jotaro." You cleared your throat and looked at his hardened stare, "I am fine, I am just tired. I am not used to Japan's timezone."
He promptly stepped infront of you as you finished your answer and turned around, making you almost bump into him as you tried to stop in time. His torso facing you like a daunting obelisk.
"That's not the answer I'm looking for. Spit it out. If you're gonna be staying with me until this is all over, I don't wanna be dealing with your annoying emotions at two in the morning because you won't get it over with right now."
"Al—Alright." You cleared your throat, "I am just sorry for causing a mess at the market. It is unprofessional and should not have happened."
Remorse coated your words as they flew out. He just shook his head and sighed deeply.
"You need to stop saying sorry for everything you do that's an inconvenience. That shits annoying. Stuff happens, just don't worry about it or we'll never make it through the first month of summer."
He mumbled something under his breath when he finished talking. You nodded and sucked in your top lip, making a mental note of what he said.
"Anyway, it's partly my fault since I didn't tell anyone that you were coming, not this early anyway. Fucking Foundation not giving me a goddamn call at least."
He muttered the last part thinking you couldn't hear it, but it made you smile on the inside. It felt nice to hear someone talk negatively about the Foundation for once.

A/N: Second part is finally here Jesus Christ I need to stop procrastinating