Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Omake 2

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Encounters in an airport.  (Probably takes place before even the prologue)
Word Count: 350
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.

            A crowded airport, busy with hustle and bustle.  It’s not surprising, then, that people run into each other.  “Sorry about that; I didn’t see you there,” the man apologizes, and then gulps.  The man he’s run into may have a pompadour, which might make him less easy to take seriously, but he’s also ridiculously tall and in a police officer’s uniform, so he’s a little more intimidating.
            “That’s all right,” the man answers in good English, looking more concerned than irritated.  He was in a hurry, but he’s not now.  “What’s wrong?”
            The gaze is directed at his grandmother, and he sighs.  “She’s having one of her not so good days, but we’ll miss the flight.”
            “I really think that food didn’t agree with me at all,” she answers in Japanese, looking like she wants to sit down again.
            The man puts a hand on her arm.  “How are you feeling?” he asks, also in Japanese, trying to calm her.  At least he’s doing better than her grandson, even.
            “I don’t know what is wrong, but I don’t feel right at all,” she answers, looking a little pale.
            “Where are you from?” he continues, still with the soothing voice of a sympathetic authority.
            “S City,” she answers, and this provokes shock for the first time.
            “Morioh?” he asks, and she shakes her head but looks a bit livelier.
            “You’re from Morioh-cho?  Goodness.  I used to drive there now and then, since it’s so close, but it seems so far now…”  She grabs at his arm, staggering a little, and then she looks perfectly fine.  Better than she has in years.  “What did you do, young man?”
            He smiles.  “Don’t worry about it.  Just take care of yourself.”  He glances at the grandson, too, and nods.  “You too.”
            “We’re going to be late!  What are you doing, Josuke?”  The bellowing can be heard from across the airport, and the officer glances up, as, it seems, does everyone else.
            “I’m on my way, just hang on.”  And then he’s off running, carefully but quickly.
            “What a nice young man,” his grandmother remarks.