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{{Oh, this must be the young Lady Jolyne Jotaro was referring to. She was much older than he had expected.
Good Evening, madame, I see you seem to be looking for someone. Would you like to be seated until they arrive?
Don't speak to me. No one gave you permission.
[She hisses, quickly giving him a rather rude gesture with her finger.]
Where's Jotaro Kujo? Give me a brief answer. I don't have time for your conversation.
...I was told daddy would be here. I don't see him. I'll tear apart this mansion until I find him.
Anasui looked over to the bag she began speaking to. He was curious but scared. He couldnāt ask her what it was. He couldnāt even comment on it. It was heartbreaking. He could tell she was trying to hide her sobbing. She always did that when she was frustrated or sad. She would always refuse to cry. She was still in there, somewhere. He couldnāt abandon that. Even after what she did, he couldnāt let her sit there and be miserable. She didnāt have a reason to anymore. She was broken for a reason. She didnāt choose to be.
Anasui suddenly pulled her against him, resting her head against his chest. Even after years of struggle she still smelled the same.Ā
"ā¦I would have done anything to bring you back. I didnāt do it because of the things he did to meā¦I did it to bring you back."Ā Tears rolled down his cheek. It felt so foreign that he couldnāt help but sob. He couldnāt remember the last time he cried.
It had been so long since anyone touched her. ....She wouldn't let anyone touch her normally. Jolyne wheezed faintly, trying her hardest to recall the tears that threatened to fall again. As her cheek pressed against his chest, she could faintly hear him sob.
He had wanted her back. ...But things couldn't be the same. But for him, the man that had killed the man who murdered her father...she could give a sliver of the woman that she used to be. He wouldn't have her kiss before, but now he couldn't stop her. Not with how she was pressed so close to him. Jolyne turned her head, pressing her lips tenderly against a bit of exposed skin that the holes in his shirt surrendered to her. Over and over, she left little kisses, leaving light, barely visible lipstick prints as she attempted to kiss every little open space that she could find.
Insurmountable pain. This was proving much more difficult than he anticipated. Even after he was convinced he had become numb, he could feel it prod itās ugly head against him. The desperation in her voice and actions were heartbreakingā¦even morphine wouldnāt be able to numb that. He could only close his eyes as she confirmed his presence and caressed his face. It was soothing and extremely painful at the same time.Ā
As she leaned in he immediately turned away. Though it was sudden, it was the most difficult thing he had ever done in his life. He wanted so desperately to kiss her, even after everything she had done to himā¦but he couldnāt do it. Not yet. Not when he wasnāt sure if he had forgiven her.
"Yes Joā¦I came back to consciousness a few minutes after you left. The guards immediately dragged me back and took me to Pucci. I was interrogated and tortured for 3 months before they thought I died. I was comatose when they dumped my body into a pit. Iām not sure how long it was until I woke up, but I did, again. I got up and walked away. Guess someone up there is watching me."
Anasui looked down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with her.Ā "Through my ordeal though, I found out about Pucciās plan. I followed him to Florida and I killed him. I stole some stand discs and I stabbed White Snake through the chest. Pucci couldnāt recover from that. I used a stand to control one of his subordinateās dead bodies and slit his throat. Iāve been a vagabond ever since."
She was an idiot. Sane men didn't maintain love for a woman that tried to kill them. Jolyne hung her head in defeat, returning to her curled up state. How could she have expected him to continue being there for her? Her father was the only one that stayed despite her immense fuck ups.
"...I didn't know. I was trying to save you from it. I was trying...Anasui...I'm so sorry for what I did to you... I...can't believe Pucci is dead..." She muttered weakly, looking over to her bag. "...Do you hear that, dad...? Pucci is dead...Anasui did it....Anasui was always a good guy, wasn't he? I wish you could've spent more time with him before you--..." Her desire to sob held steady, but she refused to give in. She knew Anasui wouldn't hold her. He didn't have the capability or desire any longer. She'd be left a sobbing mess if she started. "...You went through so much...thank you, Anasui...thank you for....killing Pucci...for avenging dad..."
Anasui crossed his arms and closed his eyes for a moment. He had to push that thought aside before he could continue. The memories of that day tormented him more than any of the other demons that plagued his mind. No longer did those triggers serve to initiate a blind rage withing him. There was only pain now. Insurmountable pain.
"I donāt have the urge to kill anymore. The fact that youāre still seeing ghosts proves youāre crazy."Ā
Anasui approached her, crouching down to take a closer look at her face.
"Thereās a reason I came to find you. Only one reason. What if I told you I killed Pucci?"
He spoke indifferently about the situation, as if his words had no weight. Truthfully he was indifferent. He felt no desire for a particular outcome, he had no expectations. But something inside of him wouldnāt let him keep this a secret.
He called her crazy. Even an apparition of Anasui knew. Jolyne huddled tightly into a ball, her fingers desperate to entangle themselves in Anasui's hair. Anything to rid herself of the knowledge that this man could only be a ghost.
"...You're trying to get me to stop...aren't you? ...You loved me, and I took it for granted...and you love me now, don't you? So you want me to stop before I get hurt...r...right...? I won't get hurt I wo--"
She could smell the faint scent of the soap he used...the soap they had in prison. As if to fulfill some curious desire, she set her bag on the ground, reaching up to cup his cheeks. ...Skin. Warm skin. Actual flesh.
"...You're real...Y-You're real...!" Jolyne's fingers trembled wildly as the ran over his cheeks, tracing along his nose, brows, chin, and finally his lips. ...All real. All as they had been. Her lips parted as she attempted to move in for a kiss...anything to know for sure he was real. Anything to feel the slightest bit of comfort after all she had done.
As Anasui approached her he cringed. She looked terrible. Malnourished, ill, and tormented. The bright fire inside of her that initially sparked his interest in her was dimā¦almost completely gone. She was a husk of the butterfly she once was. For the first time in his life he felt a desperate need to put something back together, restore something back to its former glory, but his own tainted mind wouldnāt allow him to do so. Not yet at least. He wasnāt sure if he was supposed to feel angry or sorry for her. The confusing wave of emotions only aided in raising his frustration.
"ā¦Jolyne."
"...You spoke to me." She muttered.
"...You hadn't done that before. Every time I've seen you since what I did to you...it's only been in quick glimpses. The apparitions are talking to me a lot more now...the ghost of F.F....the ghost of dad..." Her stomach churned uncomfortably as her poor, broken mind tried to piece together what it all meant. "...Am I going to die, Anasui? Is that why you're here? ...Are you going to take revenge on me? ...I don't blame you. But please just wait a little longer. Wait until I kill Pucci. ...I thought you'd be happier if I made sure the guards couldn't bring you back to prison. I thought they'd torture you...the same way they tortured me in the high security ward..." A few tears stained her pale, sunken cheeks as she refused to peer up at him.
A ghost. He had to have been a ghost. Tiny tears threatened to fall as they gathered in the corners of her eyes. It had been a while. She had begun to forget what Anasui looked like. He was pretty. He always had been. If only things had been different.
Jolyne gripped hard at her bag and hugged it tightly to her chest, praying that the apparition wouldn't speak. "...Anasui....Anasui..." Jolyne sighed, the name feeling foreign on her lips.
Neither ghost nor hallucination. Iām one hundred percent real.
[Judging by her reaction, he had probably passed away in her time. But was his death such an impact that she was seeing images of him even after death? With a soft sigh, he moved closer.]
Go ahead. Itās not some trick.
[His eyes wandered to her bag for a moment before looking back at her. What exactly was in it?]
... [Her finger tips brushed against the man's cheek hesitantly. He was real. He was warm. The warmth was unfamiliar, considering her constant interactions with Jotaro involved a severed head. The warmth of the living was so much better. With a quiet wheeze, she set down the bag before wrapping her arms tightly around Jotaro.]
...You're real. ...That makes you mine. I won't take 'no' as an answer.
No, because Iām not fucking bonkers. So heās dead, boohoo. Heās dead Jolyne. Maggots are eating his flesh as we speak. Heās maggot shit.
[However, his words were soon proved wrong as the girl pulled out the head of the man Josuke loathed so much. The man he envied.]
[What a truly disgusting sight. A severed, rotting head. Jotaro had been reduced to this. What bothered Josuke the most though was the fact he wasnāt able to see him fall. Hell, why wasnāt he one who did it?]
Haā¦ Are you seriousā¦ You carry Jotaroās headā¦. With you?
...Say hello. Better yet, kiss him. Kiss him like a brother would, Josuke...show him how much you're celebrating.
[She spat, gripping the head by the neck as she gestured towards it's lips.]
"S-Such languageā¦" And from a young lady too. He couldnāt help but be reminded of Jotaro. She certainly seemed as if she could be from his bloodline, and he wouldnāt be surprised it she was.
"I apologize if I upset you in anyway, Miss."
...You have a fucking problem with how I fucking talk?
[She was well aware that her language had startled him, but she had no desire to stop. There was no need to put in effort for a stranger...especially one that didn't resemble Jotaro.]
You piss me off. That's what's upsetting me. You piss me off with that stupid expression on your face.
Meeting all sorts of people lately! He smiles, always happy to meet new people.
āHello!ā
[He had the faintest resemblance to her father. Maybe it was just the stature. The point was, he wasn't her father...so her interest in him was exactly zero. With a gentle wrist movement, she raised her middle finger towards him.]
Go fuck yourself. Don't say "hello" to strangers, asshole.
ā¦.. Taking form?
[What exactly was she going on about? Had something happened to him that caused her to be this way?]
.. No. You havenāt done anything wrong. Iām here right now Jolyne. Not a figment of your imagination.
...A ghost, then?
...Let me touch your face, will you? I want to know this isn't some trick. [She grunted, hugging her bag tightly to her chest. If she had found a physical Jotaro...she'd have to keep him...and get rid of the bag.]
āā¦His body died? Listen, I donāt know if you know how the world works but once someoneās body dies theyāre permanently dead.
But Iāll play along for now. Go on Jolyne. Bring out the one who this fucking party is gonna be in celebration for.
Dumbass. Can't you hear him talking? Even now, he's cursing you. 'Yare Yare Daze', he says. I won't repeat everything else. He'll be upset with me.
[With a lithe move of her wrist, she untied the cords of her bag. Jolyne dug her hand into her bag, curving her fingers under the chin of her father's head, hoisting it up into view for Josuke. It was a poor sight. The once lively skin of the man was now sickly green.Ā From Jotaro's gaping blue lips hung his tongue. Despite the missing patches of skin and the blisters that signified a long ago death, not a hair was out of place. Jolyne had meticulously brushed it just the way Jotaro used to.]
Say hello to daddy.
Ā ćĀ āāā© ćā It felt odd. Unsettling. Wrong. Jotaro couldnāt believe to the shivers coming all over his spine, unable to understand why her daughter was behaving in such a strange wayā¦ for a moment, he thought Pucci had done something to her mind. Or that something even worse made her be thatā¦ clingy.Ā
ā And Jolyne wasnāt that sticky, not even when she was a child.
ā Ā«Ā Tell me, Jolyne.Ā Ā» He murmured, hand scribbling, as he remained stiff and tense, letting her playing with his hair. Ā«Ā Has something happened? Youāre quieter than usual.Ā Ā»
"You know what happened, daddy..." She muttered sleepily, her eyes becoming heavily lidded. Being so close to her most precious father was calming her. For now, she was docile...no longer the feral woman she chose to be.
As if it were a completely normal action for her, she placed a kiss on Jotaro's cheek, leaving the faintest stamp of green lipstick as she returned her head to his shoulder. "...You died, daddy...but I kept you like I knew I was supposed to...now you go everywhere with me..."
ā¦. Jolyne. Is something the matter?
[Not exactly little anymore but thereās his girl. Sheās acting a bit strange though. Perhaps something was bothering her.]
...You've been taking form a lot more often lately. Did I do something wrong? Not that I mind seeing you...but other people never can. You make it hard to go unnoticed.
Excuse me? If anything he isnāt worthy of being related to me. Iām a fucking billionaire.Ā Jotaroās just some fish scientist.āā¦ Oh, he died?
This is news to me. I gotta celebrate now.
Mmn.
His body died. He's still around though. Why don't I let him say "congratulations" to you since you think it's a time to celebrate?
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...Dad. ...Daddy.
