Hymn in Morioh

[madimpossibledreamer]

Not 100% certain where this falls in the DiU timeline, but then, it's vague enough it could be practically anywhere.  (can't wait for some of the stuff, it's gonna be fantastic)
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure AU (Song of the Ocean)
Summary:  Josuke learns something interesting about his nephew.
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gen

            Jotaro snorts, taking in the small karaoke bar above the old theatre.  “I didn’t know Morioh had one of those,” he states conversationally.
            Josuke sweatdrops and tries hard to find a way out of this.  “I really haven’t been there much.  Other videogames, I’m good at, but…” he shrugs and hopes that it’s not obvious.
            “So, you think I can’t sing.”  Jotaro’s voice, as usual, is calm, quiet, factual, and somehow all the more intense for it.
            The student pauses, scared.  If he says the wrong thing, he’s afraid of what will happen.  (Meanwhile, he’s completely unaware that Jotaro views him in the same way—that he’s a bomb just waiting for a lit fuse.  It’s an irony that—perhaps—Jotaro is the only one aware of.  If he is, it’d earn a slight grin of amusement, but nothing more.)  He just manages to gulp.
            There’s a determined, dangerous look in those green eyes that Josuke knows from fighting.  What’s really somewhat terrifying, though, is the slight smirk his nephew gets on his face.
            “We’re going in.” 
            “Did you see a Stand User?” Josuke asks desperately, but he only gets the signature “yare yare daze” in response.
            Josuke finds a place by the counter.  At least they appear to have milkshakes on the menu, and it had been getting kind of hot walking around.
            And maybe it’ll distract him from the disaster to come.
            A big dude finishes his turn at the mic, and is about to start another round when Jotaro walks up to him.  The other guy looks like he wants a fight (over something so silly—really?), but all Jotaro has to do is give him a stern, unimpressed look, the kind he gives that says the guy isn’t even worth his time, placing his hands in his pockets, and looking down from his 195 centimeter height, and the other runs out of the bar entirely.
            Jotaro closes his eyes, breathes out, and takes the mic, requesting a song that Josuke doesn’t recognize.  The lady looks frozen, but bursts into motion the second green eyes turn questioningly to her.
            Josuke winces when the instrumental starts.  He really hadn’t been to one of these places before, at least not much.  He wasn’t lying about that.  But even he knows about the etiquette.  Though, of course, Jotaro wouldn’t care about that, would he?  He just hopes that they don’t get thrown out.  And then the song proper starts, and Jotaro begins to sing, and suddenly he loses track of what he’d been thinking about.
            His nephew’s…actually good.  Like, really good.  He could be a professional, if he wanted to be.  It’s clear he’s got the lyrics memorized, and he matches the tone and pitch perfectly, if the other’s reactions are any indication, but it’s more than that.  There’s some sort of power in that deep voice that Josuke would’ve been at a loss to describe if he didn’t know Stands existed.
            Jotaro finishes, and snorts taking in the utterly speechless audience.  He gives an ironic little bow.
            “Come on, Josuke, we’re going.”
            “Or you could stay and sing another one?” a younger, pretty woman asks, and Jotaro shakes his head.
            “We have work to do,” he answers firmly.
            “But—” She quiets instantly on the look he gives her, and then nods.  “Yeah, next time.”
            The student gulps down the rest of his forgotten drink in an instant, wincing a little at the brain freeze that follows.  “Do you think you could teach me how to do that?” he asks with enthusiasm, smiling himself as Jotaro grumbles in return.