I've developed a little headcanon about them!Sometimes, when Uyonu gets nervous or scared, she tries to stay as close to Kars as possible. Running her fingers through his hair or playing with his locks has a soothing, grounding effect on her. Kars, on the other hand, is definitely not the type to baby or coddle her, yet he never pushes her away. Secretly, he actually enjoys it because he loves how much Uyonu depends on him.That being said, if there is ever a real threat, he will protect her in a heartbeat
Hello again! The moment has finally arrived to share the story of my OC – Uyonu. This is my very first fanfiction, so there might be plot holes, inconsistencies, and changes to the canon. For the most part, this story is just fragments of the whole picture, as I only wanted to convey the key moments that Uyonu fulfills <3 Thank you for your attention. (Still learning English)
Tw selfship/ self-insert
Uyonu's story began long before the threat of the Pillar Men loomed over the world. Back then, she was just one of many "invisible" children on the harsh streets of post-war England. A tiny, malnourished six-year-old orphan whom passersby tried not to look at, sparing themselves a prick of conscience.
That evening felt like her last. Uyonu felt her consciousness slipping away: the world blurred, and hunger and cold finally defeated her tiny body. She closed her eyes in a filthy alleyway, certain she would never open them again.
But instead of eternal darkness, she was met with warmth.
Uyonu woke up in a soft bed. The air smelled of cleanliness and lavender, and her scratchy, torn dress had been replaced by a cozy nightshirt. The girl touched her skin in surprise—it was clean, free of the usual layer of street dust she had grown so accustomed to during her short, difficult life.
The door to the room creaked softly. A tall, stately woman with incredibly kind eyes walked in—Erina Pendleton. She moved carefully, afraid of startling the child.
"Thank God you've woken up," Erina whispered, gently placing her cool palm on the girl's forehead. "We were so worried we wouldn't make it in time."
At that moment, a boy of about seven burst into the room like a whirlwind. Loud, disheveled, and extremely curious.
-Grandma! Grandma, who is that? little Joseph asked loudly.
Erina smiled gently
-This is your little sister, JoJo. She was all alone, and now we must take care of her.
Little Joseph frowned. He liked being the sole center of attention in the house much more, and this girl looked like a "scruffy kitten" and couldn't even utter a word. His childish jealousy flared up instantly: would he really have to share his grandmother's love with someone else now?
For the first few weeks, Uyonu lived as if in a dream. She was skittish, barely touched her food, and flinched at every loud noise. In her mind, salvation always came with a price, and she waited with dread for the moment they would demand "payment" from her. Moreover, this loud boy kept watching her with suspicion. The silence in her heart was broken only once, when she finally dared to whisper her name
-U... U-yonu...
That became the turning point. Joseph, despite his prickly nature, was a boy with a golden heart. Watching Uyonu timidly adjust, he suddenly realized: they were alike. Both were orphans, both left without parents in this big world, and both were saved by Erina's kindness.
Jealousy gave way to the excitement of an older brother. Joseph decided that since she was a Joestar now, he was duty-bound to teach her everything:how to be sly, how to play his favorite games, and, of course, how to read comic books properly. Under his loud but sincere protection, Uyonu finally "spread her wings." She stopped fearing her own voice and became a full-fledged part of the family—Uyonu Joestar.
As she grew up, she did not seek out the dangerous expeditions of the Speedwagon Foundation. Erina, having survived the loss of her husband and son, was categorically against her granddaughter risking her life. Uyonu herself, retaining a part of her childhood caution, preferred to be that quiet harbor for Joseph, where he could always return after his wild escapades.
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About 11 years of living together passed for this little family. They got along well, and yet, life cannot always be carefree and good. News arrived that disaster had struck Speedwagon, and Straits had appeared... He who betrayed humanity.
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After the battle with Straits, Uyonu still managed to find out from Smokey what had happened that night. She was scared to death for Joseph—could she really just leave it at that? No, it was not in her power. Sometimes it seemed to her that Joseph was too reckless and would sooner or later destroy himself. And though Uyonu looked harmless, she knew how to get her way and "get to" people when circumstances demanded it. And now, it was a matter of life and death.
Learning that Joseph had headed to a secret base, she decided to follow him, even though the journey ahead was bound to be incredibly difficult. Uyonu knew Joseph would be furious when he found out about her unauthorized trip, but she couldn't abandon him. To make herself at least a little safer—since it was dangerous for a lone woman to travel in those days—Uyonu decided to disguise herself as a young man. She borrowed clothes from Smokey: they were both short, and his clothes fit her well.
Reaching Mexico seemed like madness. She herself didn't understand how she managed to find the right vehicle, but the streets of post-war London had taught her the main rule: any method is good if it gives a chance of survival. Uyonu rode three hundred miles in the stuffy bed of a truck among sacks of grain and provisions. Soldiers laughed nearby, completely unaware they were carrying a stowaway. Sitting in the dark, she trembled with terror. What if she was caught? Or sold into slavery? But it was too late to back down. Time dragged on endlessly—whether an hour or a whole day had passed, she didn't know.
Finally, the truck stopped. The soldiers were acting strangely: Uyonu heard them hurriedly jump out of the cab and argue loudly about something. She was already preparing to run, expecting the tarp to be pulled back at any moment... However, the silence stretched on. It seemed the military had left, but her fear was too strong to look out immediately. After waiting a bit longer, Uyonu still decided to cautiously check: was there really no one there?
Reaching the laboratory itself, Uyonu was horrified. The entire floor was covered in blood and strewn with shreds of flesh. Somewhere in the corners, those who only recently fancied themselves the brave men of the German army whimpered pitifully. But the most terrifying sight was Grandpa Speedwagon. He sat in a wheelchair, completely defenseless before this nightmare. Uyonu felt an urge to rush to him immediately to check if he was alive, if he was alright.
However, fear paralyzed her movements: most of all, she was terrified of seeing that something irreparable had already happened to Joseph. The anxiety was unbearable—she knew that if she didn't do something now, she would lose them both. This felt beyond her strength. Uyonu—timid, shy, always with her head in the clouds... Was she really ready for such a risk? It felt like someone's sick joke: after all, she was afraid of her own shadow! But, gathering her resolve and making sure no one would stop her, the girl made her decision. She quietly slipped over to the old man. Not knowing if he was alive or unconscious, Uyonu gently grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and began to slowly roll it away.
And at that moment, he noticed her. She saw a man nearby. He was incredibly tall, and a terrifying, almost animalistic aura emanated from him. His long scarlet hair writhed and lived a life of its own, as if it could be controlled like limbs. He froze in a strange, unnaturally beautiful pose. Uyonu felt it with every cell of her body...this was not a human.
At this sight, Uyonu's heart sank into her boots. The creature's gaze was unbelievable: it held a deadly danger mixed with a frightening, primal beauty. The girl's body trembled with fear, but she still forced herself to speak:
"G... Go away! I... I'm not afraid of you! D... Don't come any closer!"
She shielded her grandfather, putting forward her fragile, thin body. From the outside, it looked like a tiny puppy trying to bark at a lion, hoping to scare it. Uyonu had already regretted this venture a thousand times. She was mentally saying goodbye to her life and family, trying to maintain a semblance of courage in her large eyes until the very end. But the Pillar Man seemed to feel the sticky, cold fear of this little human through his skin. And then, the silence of the laboratory was shattered by a loud, painfully familiar voice:
Uyonu?! What the hell are you doing here?! Have you completely lost your mind?! And where do you think you're going?!
It was Joseph. He rushed into the room, shouting threats on the go:
Hey, step back, you brute! Don't you dare touch my family!
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"Uyonu..." the inhumanly beautiful man suddenly murmured slowly, as if tasting the unfamiliar name.
Joseph flared up:
"Hey! What, are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"
While Joseph and Santana locked in a fierce struggle, Uyonu, overcoming her trembling, rushed to her grandfather. To her inexpressible relief, Speedwagon regained consciousness. She quickly rolled the wheelchair into the shadows, behind cover, trying not to interfere with the fight. Being in relative safety, she still couldn't shake a strange feeling. It seemed that man was still watching her. From this gaze, stuck in her memory, her heart pounded wildly, and strange, frightening "butterflies" fluttered in her stomach.
After the Battle
When the dust settled and the wounded Santana vanished into the well, Joseph turned to his sister. His face, fierce just a second ago, contorted with relief and rage.
Uyonu! Do you even understand what you're doing?!" his voice echoed through the laboratory. "That monster could have killed you in a fraction of a second!"
He approached her closely, breathing heavily. Joseph still saw in her that little girl whom Grandma Erina had taken in many years ago. To him, she remained a fragile plant, not a spy capable of infiltrating a Nazi base.
Sneaking into trucks, dressing in rags... Have you completely lost your sense of fear?" He squeezed her shoulders, and Uyonu felt his hands trembling. Joseph was scared to death. "This is my job—to risk myself! And your job is to be safe!
He grumbled and waved his hands, but deep down he was amazed: this girl had found the strength to stand against an ancient creature for his sake.
If you pull a stunt like this again, I'll lock you in your room, and you'll spend the rest of your days embroidering napkins! Do you even realize how much trouble I'd be in with Grandma? She would have ground me to dust with her umbrella!
-JoJo, please don't yell... I was already so scared," Uyonu guiltily "defended" herself from his onslaught, trying to smooth down her hair, which he had just completely messed up. "I just... I couldn't sit at home knowing you were out here alone. You're always rushing into danger without thinking of the consequences! If something had happened to Speedwagon or to you, I wouldn't have survived it...
Santana's pov
In the darkness of the damp well, where the destructive light could not penetrate, Santana was recovering his strength. His body was slowly knitting back together, but his mind was occupied with something else. Over thousands of years, he had grown accustomed to seeing humans as nothing but food. To him, they were like sparks from a campfire: flaring up and dying out. But this girl… She was weaker than anyone he had ever met. Her pulse — fast, intermittent — resembled that of a rabbit. Her skin seemed too thin, and her bones — fragile, like dry twigs. And those eyes? Fearful, pitiful, like a puppy's, yet trying to appear brave. And still, for her kind, she held her ground resiliently.
"Uyonu..." he repeated to himself, tasting the word. A strange name. It brought with it a feeling unknown before. Could she truly be his soulmate? Santana tried to shake the thought away, despising "human primitiveness," but for some reason, he did not want to rid himself of this new "weakness."
A strange sensation: he simultaneously wanted to consume her and to protect her. This was unlike him. Were hands, stained with blood up to the elbows, truly made for caring? He did not know. But he was certain of one thing: even the sun would not stop him from meeting her again. He craved to understand this inexplicable warmth. Even his own body began to act differently — as if his organism had gained extra strength.
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After Santana finally escaped and restored his body to its former state, he hesitated for a long time to return to his comrades. He was tormented by the realization of his own weakness and disgrace, and he understood that in the eyes of Kars, Esidisi, and Wamuu, he would look useless. He needed time to regain not only his physical power but also a strategic advantage.
It was then that a cunning plan formed in his mind: by using information about Joseph’s weak point—his sister Uyonu—he could kill two birds with one stone. On one hand, it would allow him to become valuable to his kin again by offering them the key to victory. On the other hand, he would have a legitimate excuse to get back to the girl for whom he felt such unusual emotions.
Context of the meeting with the Pillar Men:
The events preceding Santana’s meeting with the Pillar Men take place in a special alternate universe (AU) where canonical events have taken a different turn. This meeting occurs after the wager with Joseph and Lisa Lisa, but with important changes:
• Esidisi is alive, and Joseph has not yet fought him.
• The Pillar Men have given the humans a month and a half to fulfill the terms of the deal.
• The conversation takes place without Lisa Lisa.
• And, most tragically for this version of the story, Caesar has died in battle against Esidisi.
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In the ancient mansion, where the air was saturated with the power of antiquity, Santana knelt, not daring to raise his eyes. Kars towered over him. His cold majesty weighed heavily on Santana: he knew that the leader did not forgive weakness, and the shame in Mexico still burned within him.
-You are silent, Santana," Kars’s voice was like the rustle of steel. "Was this boy stronger than you expected? Or have you simply forgotten how to hunt?
In the shadows of the hall stood Wamuu—he did not even look toward the defeated one. Nearby sat Esidisi; he looked at Santana with disdain, as if he had let a beaten stray dog into the house out of pity. Santana shuddered. He felt worthless, but he still had a trump card. The memory of the fragile girl shielding an old man flashed in his mind.
-Joestar… he has something he values more than life," Santana said hoarsely, struggling to find the words. -Uyonu. His sister. Not by blood, but by spirit. He is vulnerable as long as she is near.
-A sister?" Esidisi, standing nearby, instantly perked up. "Ha! So the boy has far more weak spots than we thought...
Kars slowly approached Santana. He involuntarily tensed, expecting a blow or a mockery, but Kars only narrowed his eyes, peering into the face of his "watchdog."
"Are you saying we can use her to lure out the Red Stone?"
-She is their main vulnerability. Santana replied, trying to hide his own desire in his voice. He dared not admit even to himself that he dreamed of seeing those huge eyes, full of terror and admiration, once again. He wanted to snatch Uyonu from the noisy human world and hide her where only he could look at her. For him, this was a chance not only to regain the trust of his comrades but to legally obtain her, even under the threat that the leader might kill her.
-Well... That is curious information. Kars smiled coldly. "I will take note of it. You will watch them. Or rather—watch her.
Wamuu, who had already set his heart on a fair duel, could not help but object.
-But, Lord Kars... We have already made a wager. We promised to fight.
"True, Wamuu. We will not change our plans," Kars cut him off. "It’s just that now we have more leverage."
(In reality, Kars had delivered a personal message to Santana, hidden from the hearing of the others: "Santana, you failed us by shamefully losing to a human. But this girl can redeem your guilt. Bring her to me, and perhaps I will allow you to continue serving us.")
Esidisi and Wamuu did not hear these words and did not understand why Kars had turned his anger into mercy. It seemed to them that he had simply given the "younger one" one last chance. Santana, still not raising his gaze, exhaled.
В Советском Союзе делали это тихо, не спеша, не дыша, не шиша. Четыре карандаша, не пержа, не жужжа, не гроша, черемша, не тужа, лёжа, дрожа, черемша. Вороша без ковша, со второго этажа, без гаража, без экипажа, без лишнего багажа, без массажа, без монтажа, без камуфляжа, черемша. Для антуража. Без знания падежа, без мятежа. В три ножа, два коржа, черемша. Без репортажа, без стажа. С лицом вождя, с душой моржа. С повадкой ежа, с запахом ржа, тихо, не спеша, без суеты, почти неслышно, с лёгкой улыбкой с тёплым сердцем медленно, но верно спокойно, без лишних слов с внутренним светом чуть задумчиво, но ясно с мягкой уверенностью бережно, как будто впервые с тихой радостью неспешно, наслаждаясь моментом с добрым ожиданием мягко, словно ветер светло, как утро вдумчиво, без суеты с теплом в глазах неторопливо, но глубоко с легкой надеждой тихо, но наполненно с уверенностью в хорошем спокойно, принимая всё с мягкой верой в лучшее чуть мечтательно с тихим счастьем внутренне спокойно с ощущением уюта с нежной благодарностью медленно, смакуя жизнь с тёплой тишиной внутриделали это тихо, почти неслышно не спеша, с лёгкой улыбкой с тёплым сердцем медленно, но верно спокойно, без лишних слов с внутренним светом чуть задумчиво, но ясно с мягкой уверенностью бережно, как будто впервые с тихой радостью неспешно, наслаждаясь моментом с добрым ожиданием мягко, словно ветер светло, как утро вдумчиво, без суеты с теплом в глазах неторопливо, но глубоко с лёгкой надеждой тихо, но наполненно с уверенностью в хорошем спокойно, принимая всё с мягкой верой в лучшее чуть мечтательно с тихим счастьем внутренне спокойно с ощущением уюта с нежной благодарностью медленно, смакуя жизнь с тёплой тишиной внутриделали это тихо, почти неслышно не спеша, с легкой улыбкой с тёплым сердцем медленно, но верно спокойно, без лишних слов с внутренним светом чуть задумчиво, но ясно с мягкой уверенностью бережно, как будто впервые с тихой радостью неспешно, наслаждаясь моментом с добрым ожиданием мягко, словно ветер светло, как утро вдумчиво, без суеты с теплом в глазах неторопливо, но глубоко с лёгкой надеждой тихо, но наполненно с уверенностью в хорошем спокойно, и снова черемша
