“My life flashed before my eyes like a film and I thought this was the end of me. But it was only the beginning..."
"Jotaro, NO!" The sharp voice of the authoritarian twin screeched, prepared to lunge towards the jail cell bar when their mother bound them by her side, the delinquent twin's precise finger yanks the trigger to fire the gun aimed at his temple. Small streaks of tears fell from your optics, the tense anticipation deteriorated your sense of thinking, mind drawing blanks, your heart erratically hammered in your chest. The pin-drop silence was ceased by the tiny metallic ring falling from the revolver, no trace of damaged was endured by your twin brother.
He breathes heavily and gently sets the police officer's gun back. Able to properly gather your sense of thinking back, you lunged forward to get a grasp of your twin's collar, jerking him forward for as long as the distance allowed you. With the metallic barriers, you weren't able to yank him forward enough for him to get to your level. You gazed at him with bare violent passion, clammy hands tightly gripped his article of clothing with adrenaline induced strength but in your eyes... Your eyes which flowed with glossy telltale tears of concern and worry says otherwise. He scowled back, attempting to push you off when you jerked him forward with sheer strength he never thought you'd possess. The seventeen year old male grunts, the cell bar impacting against his face upon your forceful tug.
"Listen here, fucker," you snarled, face inched close to his. "Pull that bullshit maneuver again and I'll fucking kill you." Jotaro has been living with you for seventeen years, and never in his years of breathing has ever heard you utter a single profanity that he knows of. He has seen you furious before, the way you unleashed the bottled emotions and snapping at people with pure authoritarian intent, but still remained mindfully patient and emotionally stable... But this time, you weren't holding back.
"Y/N please!" Your mother exclaims, grabbing a hold of your wrist. With this, your mother made no effort of prying you off as they automatically loosened the moment she briefly made contact with you. With that, your wrath steadily subsided and the fiery remnants of it left a sense of guilt. The moment you loosened your grip from your younger twin, you turned away from.
"Tsk," he simply clicked his tongue as rearranged his collar before picking his hat from the ground. "Now that you've seen it, I'm sure you'll understand why I'm not moving an inch from this cell." he turns away from them, keeping his distance away from his family with a grim expression.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Your mother spoke with sheer maternal concern, whilst you had your back turned away from her. She grasps your wrist, putting the back of her hand on your forehead. "It's not like you to snap like that... Y-you're sweating cold bullets! Let's get you out of here."
"B-but Jotaro—"
"Come along now, Y/N... The doctor's said you need to rest... It's imperative when they said you shouldn't be strained."
You were about to open your mouth to protest, when you saw a particular glossy glint in her eyes... She was concerned, in the brink of crying... Concerned for both her children... You closed your mouth with a reluctant nod, before grabbing onto your mother's wrist to lead her out.
"Your grandfather should be here soon. He asked that we pick him up from the airport." Holly starts the car and watches you fasten your seatbelt.
"Grandfather? Now?" You queried, glancing at her with a raised brow.
"Yes, silly!" The blonde grins, throwing up a peace sign like she always do.
Her uncharacteristic change of mood caught you off-guard. It's not really out of character for her, but it was unnerving and somehow eerie for her to mask her previous mood to this. From shock and disbelief, and now she's excited and giddy.
Growing up from her quarters, you often saw her putting up a façade through hardships. Never have you seen her waver and be affected by challenges life has to offer. Not when she's by your side, she refused to show a sign of weakness and you admire her for that.
Smiling, the trip headed off in comfortable silence, your mother hums along the radio as it played merry tunes of your generation. Once your arrival, your mother wasted no time to call for her father, your grandfather. The moment he finally spots you, the father and daughter greets each other with sheer, wholesome enthusiasm.
After their childish display, your mother lets him go and your Grandfather Joseph Joestar turned to you with a childish grin. One you can only describe as something one would give to a baby. You politely smiled back at him, holding your hand out for a handshake when the old man took it and pulled you closer for a hug instead. You yelped upon his firm embrace. He lightly squeezes the life out of you like a child to his favourite stuffed toy.
"Ahhh! Jotaro!" The burly old man takes your figure deep within his embrace, the distinct scent of musk clung to his clothing wafted through your nostrils in an overwhelming manner. "It's been so long! How old are you now?"
"I-I'm not Jotaro... I'm the eldest twin, Y/N..." The old man blushed upon hearing your voice muffled by his chest, which gave him more reason to bury your face deep within his body to prevent you from seeing his evident embarrassment.
“Jotaro and I are twins, I know but... We don't exactly have the same build. Not even remotely similar."
"Sorry kiddo, hehehe, it's been so long and I used to know how to tell you apart." The sheepish Hamon user shyly laughs, prying you away by your shoulders as evident disappointment was in your eyes. "My look how fine you've grown! You sure have inherited our family's genetics!"
"Thank you, Grandfather. You look remarkably good looking as well." You smiled at your Grandfather, whilst picking up his luggage.
"Awww~ you—" he shyly waves, like a school girl being complimented/teased by their crush, when his face abruptly altered to a different one, distinctly contrasting against his first mood. "Wait, where did you get those injuries? What happened?"
His gaze fell on the bandage wrappings around your head. Upon his sudden attention to your injury, your hand subconsciously reached for the right bindings to lightly stroke it. The dull coloured wrappings firmly binds the old injury that you've recently acquired from school in a freak accident within the classroom, something rare that happened.
"Well... Uhm..." You stammered, not knowing how to word your sentence without throwing a blame to whoever caused it. "A riot happened in the school and I was involved and... And I was injured. Yeah." You concluded with a nervous smile, as your grandfather gazed down at you with a doubt.
"Maybe you can tell me about it later," the old man smiles at you, before turning to your mother. "About Jotaro. Are you sure he used the term 'evil spirit'?"
Holly's face paled, dropping her father's luggage and collapsing on the floor. The ever so doting child you were, rushed to your mother's side to side her, using your hand to fan and give her some air.
"Oh my poor little boy... Yes, the policemen says couldn't see it but Y/N and I saw it, it's like he grew a third arm!" She sobs, covering her face with her palms. "And then he reached out, and grabbed the gun!"
Recalling the scene made you shudder. His close call to death was unexpected and you couldn't believe he did that just to prove a point. The moment never failed to make you shake and quiver.
"And when the arm came out, no one else there could see it but you?" Your grandfather asks.
"That's right," Holly confirms with a nod, as you helped her stand on her feet.
"And aside from Jotaro saying that he's been possessed, you're okay? Did anything happened to you?" Joseph inquired.
"Yes, I feel perfectly fine! But what do I do about Jotaro? He says he won't leave that cell until he finds the cause of all this! What am I going to do, Papa?" Your mother leans her weight on you, as if she couldn't hold herself up, whilst you closely assisted her.
"There, there my darling daughter. You've got Joseph Joestar with you now, no need to worry!" The old man grins, before turning to you. "How about you Y/N, did anything happened to you? Aside from your head injury, of course."
"Oh um... Perfectly fine, Grandfather." You answered without skipping a beat, polite as ever. Although you were confused by his sudden concern, it was endearing but strange at the same time.
"But you're going to need to detail how you got your head hurt, Y/N. As long as I am here, there should be no one harming my darling daughter and grandchildren. For now," the old man snapped his fingers, caring the attention of a nearby man whom you've never noticed before. "Let's go see my grandson. Jotaro can explain this himself."
You followed along, with your mind races to what your grandfather might know about Jotaro's predicament.
“What does grandfather know about the evil spirit Jotaro spoke of? Who is his mysterious companion? What are they planning?
Ugh, am I over reading the circumstances at hand? Oh whatever. Perhaps I'll find out soon enough.
We're almost at the prison again. As much as I don't want to recall nor relive what happened awhile ago, I must go.
Something tells me this wouldn't be just a light-hearted reunion between us Joestar's and Kujo's and a stranger.”
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