This is for the amazing @sayuricorner who is an absolute angel. Thank you for being so patient with me!! 😘 I would like to formally apologize for taking so long!
She asked me to write a crossover fic of ML and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. This chapter is more of an intro than anything else, the exciting stuff is (hopefully) coming soon though!!
The flight from Paris to Japan took about twelve and a half hours. Marinette would love to say that she was so excited that she didn't mind the flight but unfortunately that was far from true. Don't get her wrong, she was very excited but as she discovered, she HATES flying. The seats were narrow and the cabin stuffy. The people were loud most of the time and she ended up sitting next to a man who smelled of week old garlic. They had also stumbled across several turbulences, all of which made her sick to her stomach. All in all, her flight had not been a wonderful experience. Tikki, who had been trapped within her purse the entire time, seemed to agree with her wholeheartedly.
Needless to say, she was very glad to exit the plane and feel the solid ground under her feet as well as the cool evening air on her face. The slight breeze felt nice after being stuck in that stuffy cabin for so long. Marinette spent another twenty minutes in baggage claim waiting for her bags to come through. She couldn't deny that she began to panic wondering what would have happened if they had lost her bags. She had kept the miracle box with her as a carry on so nothing irreplaceable would have been lost but that still didn't mean she wanted to replace these things. Her worries, however, had been unfounded and the pale pink suitcases had slowly begun to trickle in.
As this was a bordering school and she would be staying here for a while, she had brought several bags, which made it awkward to maneuver through the airport. Her parent where going to be shipping several items to her, items that she was too nervous to bring on the plane for fear of losing them, but she was still carrying a numerous amount of baggage. She was convinced that Chloe and her Maman had packed enough clothes to clothe a small army. If that army was made of five foot girls that is. Which, despite one might think, Marinette had it on good authority that they were very feisty and good in a fight.
At the exit there was a man, dressed in a suit and tie , holding a sign that had her name written across the front in big letters. The sight caught Marinette off guard. She had been prepared to call a taxi. Hesitantly, Marinette approached the man.
"Ms. Dupain- Cheng I presume?" The man questioned in a gentle yet sophisticated voice. Marinette nodded nervously but the man smiled, " It is a pleasure to meet you, I am here to escort you to Speedwagon Academy," Without a further word he took some of her bags in his arms and began to make his way towards a grey minivan that clashed comically with his pristine suit and tie.
Once all of her bags had been packed into the trunk of the car, Marinette buckled herself in and prepared for another long ride. The airport was about thirty minutes from Speedwagon Academy which, admittedly, wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things but after her long ,and honestly exhausting flight, every minute felt like an eternity. On the bright side, the car ride gave her time to think about the things that were coming. It gave her a time to process everything that was going on in a way that she couldn't on the plane.
Marinette was so ready for a fresh start. She was so excited to finally be herself again. There was only one problem: Marinette didn't know who she was anymore. She had been quiet and compliant for so long that she didn't know how to be anything else anymore. It was like the outgoing girl who could make friends without even trying, the bubbly girl everyone adored, the girl filled with passion and excitement, it was like that girl was gone. And Marinette wanted her back so badly. She desperately wanted to be that girl again. She hated that she had allowed her classmates and people like Lila to so thoroughly destroy her confidence. But as Tikki reminded her time and time again, from destruction could only come creation. Her self confidence might be destroyed now, but that didn't mean she couldn't rebuild it. Marinette wasn't under the illusion that it would be easy, but that thought at least gave her hope. It made her excited for the future and what it held.
Marinette was amazed that by the time they arrived at Speedwagon Academy, she hadn't drifted off. The combination of the warm car with its soothing vibrations and the soft calming music that had played through the speakers paired with her killer jet lag, was a recipe for a nap. A well deserved one, she might add. It was a statement to her excitement, and maybe her nerves, that she remained fully awake.
Upon exiting the car, Marinette couldn't help but take a moment and stare in awe. The campus, or what she could see of it, was gorgeous. The pictures she had seen online didn't even begin to compare to the real thing. The first thing that caught her eye was the sprawling gardens with all different types of flowers and trees. Marinette couldn't imagine how beautiful it would look in the mornings as light began to filter through the trees giving that glowing effect. She couldn't wait to show Tikki the gardens, she could only imagine the kwami's face when she saw it. The gardens weren't the only thing beautiful about the campus though. No, Marinette allowed herself another moment just to marvel at the incredible architecture of the main building. It was a unique style that she couldn't quite place but nonetheless adored. Everything about it screamed creativity and it filled her with a deep passion for creation she hadn't felt in a long time.
Her thoughts and musings were interrupted when a man, coming from the main building, approached her.
"Welcome Ms.Marinette, my name is Jonathan Joestar. I am the Headmaster here at Speed Wagon Academy," Headmaster Joestar said, A gentle smile on his face. The headmaster was a tall man, incredibly so, with brown hair and equally brown eyes. He wore a white collared shirt and a black tie with a matching jacket over top.
"It's nice to meet you Headmaster," Marinette replied, desperately trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. Based on the soft look on his face, she didn't this she succeeded.
"And you, Ms.Marinette. I must say, you have quite the impressive resume," Marinette blushed at his words.
"Thank you sir." He smiled again and Marinette found herself smiling back as some of her nerves melted away. His happy and fairly calm demeanor was catching.
"If you will follow me, Ms.Marinette I will show you to your dorm," He turned and motioned for her to follow. Marinette looked back, intending to grab her bags but finding that at some point since her arrival they had been moved, presumably to her dorm, " You will be rooming with a girl by the name of Trish Una. I believe the two of you will get along just fine. She, if memory serves me correctly, is also a fan of fashion design, " Marinette perked up when she heard that. She had never really had anyone to truly share her hobby with, somebody who truly understood it.
It didn't take long to make it to the girls dormitories, which was on the other end of the schools campus from the entrance. Marinette, not having anything better to do, had studied the map on the plane and now she was glad she did. There was a very high likelihood of her getting lost if left to her own devices. She had, unfortunately, inherited her mother's sense of direction which had ked to some numerous situations in the past. Namely the summer vacation of 2019. Marinette shivered as she remembered it and the disasterous events that followed her mother gaining possession of the map.
Headmaster Joestar took a key and unlocked the entrance door to the dormitory. He held the door open and gestured for her to enter.
" Normally you will use you student ID to get in and out of this building. I believe you will be able to pick it up in the morning," The headmaster explained. Marinette nodded, feeling at a loss for words as she took in her surroundings. comfortable looking couches and chairs lined the walls in the large room, A shelf in the corner was stalked to the brim with board games, and a pool table sat off to the right side. On depths far left and right of the room their was a staircase that led towards the other floors. Across from the entry was an office that probably belonged to the hall director. Seeing her look of wonder the Headmaster continued,
"When classes have finished, you are free to spend your time however you like, including here. I believe there is also a game room and several study rooms scattered throughout the first floor. Everyone is required to be in their dorms by 10:00pm every week night. On weekends that is extended to 11:00pm," That explained why the common space, was completely devoid of people. Now your dorm is on the second floor, room 22b," He handed her a similar key to what he had been using earlier except this one had her room number carved at the top.
"Thank you headmaster," Marinette said politely as she excepted the key.
"Of course, if you need anything do not hesitate to let me know have a wonderful night Ms.Marinette," And with one final smile, he was gone. Marinette took a deep breath and began to walk up the stairs to her dorm. Her bags were sitting outside the door when she arrived, having already been delivered while she was talking to the head master.
With no small amount of difficulty, mostly do to her shaking hands, Marinette shoved down her anxiety and unlocked the door to her new home.
The sight that greeted her was one that made her feel incredibly safe and at home. One side of the dorm, the one currently being lived in, was in the same state of organized chaos that Marinette lived in. She was incredibly happy that her roommate wasn't one of those people that couldn't handle messes being around.
The girl in question, the girl she would be sharing a room with for the remainder of the year was sitting in the center of her bed obviously studying. Her pink hair had been pulled away from her face, putting her blue eyes on full display. She wore a sunflower covered T-shirt and a pair of tight skinny jeans. She held herself in a way that reminded Marinette a lot of Chloe. She seemed one to put up a front of being arrogant and indifferent but deep down they were incredibly loyal and a huge softy.
"Oh my gosh, you're tiny," were the first words out of her mouth. Despite her nervousness, A small laugh made it past Marinette's lips. The awkward tension in the room melted away after that and Marinette quickly lost track of time. They talked well into the night about their shared love of fashion and Marinette would be lying if she said she didn't love it. Trish was so incredibly easy to talk to. Marinette felt free to say whatever she wanted to say without fear that Trish would judge her. That wasn't to say she wasn't still hesitant, she was, but her nervousness had all but dissipated.
As the night eventually drew to a close a both of them gave in to th call of sleep, Marinette was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace that she had made the right decision and hope for what the future would bring.
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Marinette awoke the next day feeling anxious once again. The prospect of meeting Trish's friends terrified her. It scared her probably more than the thought of attending her classes for the first time. She knew that she was intelligent and so she wasnt as nervous about her ability to make good gradea. Making good friends however, was not and had never been her strong suit. The anxiety was heightened by the fact that she wanted this to work out so badly. She desperately wanted to start new, to explore who she was and rediscover herself. She was tired of being pushed to the side and left alone. She craved some form of companionship.
As they walked through the halls, Marinette couldn't help but notice how much taller people here were than her. It seemed odd to her that a school would have this many people above six foot.
Trish and Marinette passed into the courtyard not far from one of the incredible gardens she had noticed the night before. Gardens which were just as pretty in the morning sun as she had imagined them to be. The pair walked towards the edge of the courtyard, towards a particularly large tree that was surrounded by four people. The closer they got to the group, the mire nervous Marinette felt. By the time they were face to face with them Marinette was sure that her heart would beat out of her chest and that her palms were sweaty enough to form puddles. Trish sent Marinette an easy smile as she began to introduce the group, pointing to each person to indicate them.
"Marinette, I would like you to officially meet my friends: Guido Mista, Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga and Giorno Giovanna." Once again, keeping with the trend, all of then were incredibly tall. Seriously, what were they feeding these people? Back in Paris, she had been considered short but their had at least been some people who were close to her in height.
"Guido, how many times to I have to tell you how hideous you smell before you get rid of that stupid calone?" Trish asked, wrinkling her nose. The boy, Guirdo, was in fact wearing a strong smelling calone that while it didn't smell terrible, definitely gave Marinette the beginnings of a headache. Other than that, he gave off a very calming and easy going aura that reminded Marinette a lot of Luka. He wore tight leather pants and a blue turtle neck with a grid pattern and he was wearing a beany that covered the majority of his hair.
Pannacotta had platinum blond hair that had been spiked up. He had bangs that hung low on his forehead reaching down towards his reddish brown eyes. His face was unreadable and his serious look made her uncomfortable. She wasn't sure what to make of him yet. She could tell that he wasn't a danger to her but that didn't really make her feel any better. The daunting image was enhanced by his crisp, perfect looking uniform.
Narancia had jet black hair and green eyes. He had a happy, almost child like air about him that set Marinette at ease. Despite still being tall, he seemed to be the smaller of the group. He wore the same uniform the rest of them did but he had multiple wrist bands decorating his wrists. Some of them had words on them, others did not.
Finally, the last person in the group, was Giorno. Giorno had long blond hair, the way it was pulled back in did little to tame his curls. He was shorter than most of the others, yet still incredibly tall, and had a slim,muscular build. His build was enhanced by the coat of his uniform and Marinette couldn't help but notice the ladybug pin on his breast pocket.
Marinette felt a familiar, completely unwanted, little flutter in her stomach as she took in his intense greenish blue eyes and- Oh great, she had a type. She shoved the feeling down as far as she possibly could, she refused to let any romantic feeling come between her and these new budding friendships.
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Here is the third chapter !!!! So this took me an insanely long amount if time to finish and I am so sorry for that!!!! to make up for it here is a longer chapter! So I'm going to be completely honest and say I one hundred percent projected on Marinette for the entire chapter. I also apologize because I'm not very good at writing introductions but let me know how I did!! I am going to attempt to get the next chapter out sooner rather than later!!
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