madimpossibledreamer

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan tries to cheer up the others...
Word Count: 1014
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.

It’s probably odd, Jojo agrees, for a grown man to be quite so distracted by the earring display, but suddenly he’s feeling off balance and the shinies in the case look like they might just have something to do with it.

It earns a Concerned Fitz Eyebrow, but he ignores it, staring fixedly, trying to pinpoint the cause. It turns out to be something simple. He’s flipping through memories like they’re a book, and thinks ‘oh, yeah, it’s because I always wear earrings’ and then realizes that the memories aren’t his own and blinks a lot.

He hadn’t really thought about it, which is stupid, but you can’t really blame him for being a little distracted by everything that’s going on. He needs to tap into a Joestar’s memories in order to copy their ability, but hadn’t really thought about the fact that those memories weren’t exactly just staying in the dream world.

That explains all that marine biologist stuff that was coming out of nowhere. Something was off. I just couldn’t get why.

He’s…channeling them. Their personality, their memory. Maybe at some point figuring out who he really is will be a problem. He needs to not lose himself in that.

Then again, he had just been stuck in the Colour and the Shape for a while, so maybe that was why…?

Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. Thing is, he’d just been Jotaro, who’d had pierced ears. So does granddad, his mind adds absently.

Maybe it is a little concerning, given their talk earlier about sharp pointy objects and survival instincts, but he kind of wants his ears pierced now.

And meanwhile, Fitz is having to play the adult, rushing between the two children who can’t stop running off. In an outdoor mall, no less, which is even less confined.

He’s concerning the lady behind the counter, though, and they really need to avoid getting kicked out, so he nods with a smile and moves on, noting that the star earrings are kinda cool.

“I’ll go find Darling,” he says, and then he’s off again.

Fitz next finds him standing in front of the bargain bins.

“What have you got…there…?” Fitz blinks several times, then sighs, adjusting the hat on his head. “You are a complete and utter child.”

“Hey! Just hear me out, okay?” Yeah, okay, so while a squirt gun may not seem the most dignified or whatever and hardly would qualify as a weapon in most people’s hands, Speedwagon was hardly most people. “It’s kind of unassuming. It’s good to carry something to defend yourself with that most people wouldn’t confiscate because they don’t see it as a threat. And with LJ, it actually could be, right? You pulled that move with the water bottle.”

“LJ?” He reaches out and takes the water pistol. At least it doesn’t look really kidlike or anything, and the plastic isn’t completely flimsy.

“Lotus Juice.” Jotaro would be fascinated and probably want to take a few samples, even though Stands don’t really follow science. It’s kind of adorable, honestly. Like a puppy. Not like he’s ever saying this to Fitz, of course, but he can think whatever he wants in the privacy of his own mind.

Fitz stares at it for a while before nodding. “You have a point.” He places it in the basket and sighs. “Weren’t we here for clothes? And try not to get an eyesore like that shirt you wore to the store. It was atrocious.”

“Says the man in the land of tweed,” Jojo teases good-naturedly. He thinks about adding something about giving no promises, but Fitz is going to have to dash off in a minute to find Darling, again, and he does feel a little sorry for his friend. “I’ll try to get something you won’t be ashamed for people to see your friend wearing.”

Fitz is torn between rolling his eyes and thanking him, and ends up sighing instead. “Thank you.”

There’s fingerless gloves. Maybe it’s the inner nerd in him, but he’s always wanted a pair of those. Honestly, everything else is a little harder. He’s been dressing himself the same way for so long, it’s hard to break out of the habit. And he can’t just go for a copy of one of the other Joestar’s outfits, even if that would be comfortable.

Ahn…how would she have felt about all this? She probably would’ve found it sexy. But again, there went her dream of a normal job for him and the American Dream life, so…she probably wouldn’t have been happy. Still, she would’ve loved picking out his outfit. What would she have gone for?

Maybe a leather jacket. He could even accessorize and have it match the eyepatch. Which, on that note, a big thank you to my favorite witch for using a spell to make sure it doesn’t get infected or anything. I’d hate to be a normal person with no eye knocked into that. …On the other hand, if I was a normal person in that situation, I probably wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place, or I would’ve died, so the point is kinda moot.

And then he sees the camo pants, and another thought occurs to him that hadn’t before. Way back, that Halloween. Everyone changed because of that spell, but I was the only one who actually kept all that soldier stuff. Buff still failed that history test, even though, for a bit, she’d actually lived through that. I wonder if, even back then, that was Pretender. Still, that solves a few of his problems. Kind of casual soldier is a look he can pull off, and it won’t drive Fitz insane. Besides, it’ll solve the issue of people staring, too. They’ll think it’s a war wound. Which, yeah, it kind of is, but not in the way they’ll think. Still, though, it’d be an improvement.

If he’s going for the leather, though, he probably should get leather of the fingerless gloves. Hopefully Darling’s budget will cover it all.

It’s getting dark outside.

“I’m thirsty,” Xander whines again, and this time it’s enough to break through Fitz’s calm.

“All right, all right! There’s a vending machine around the corner; here’s some change. Go buy yourself something.”

The utterly goofy and grateful smile that he gets in return is almost enough to erase his annoyance at Americans. Almost. “Thank you!” Xander shouts as he sprints away.

Fitz massages his forehead and realizes that the Joestar had been wounded little more than twenty-four hours ago, and maybe he can make allowances, if only for a bit.

He sees a goofy looking large lunchbox or something next to the vending machine only when he accidentally nudges it with his foot. He really is thirsty. And hungry. It doesn’t matter. He eagerly takes the bottle from the machine, but doesn’t get to take a sip. One of his Slayers approaches and snatches the soda bottle right out of his hands. “I wouldn’t take that one,” he warns it lightly, though it doesn’t listen.

All it takes is for the cap to pop off for a fountain of soda to come streaming out, knocking the jaw out of place and tearing out a couple of teeth. The Slaypire falls, howling and clutching its jaw.

“Yare yare. That’s why I told you.” The words aren’t his own, but he’s tired and they’re all beginning to merge together. He feels like he’s said those exact words a thousand times before, that they’re worn, familiar company.

It’s happening again. At least he’s aware of it this time.

She yells and charges him, and it’s almost second nature to form a fist, breathe, and move. “I’m sorry,” he says to the dust being carried away by the wind, and he is, but the way to fix it is to deal with Simone, and someone’s doing that. He assumes. That’s a question he probably should’ve asked them, but there’s always too much to talk about. He always forgets something. Well, he should get back to the others now.