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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Josuke tries to wrap his head around the aftermath of the conference call.
Word Count: 1004
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Still, he heard enough to know that he’s a grandfather.
Grandfather. He rolls the word around in his mind, but it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel real if he thinks about it in English or Japanese. ‘Grandfather’ just calls up pictures (that still hurt, even after all these years) of another man in a police officer’s uniform. Of a man to whose memory he had promised to keep Morioh safe. Josie’s kid apparently has a Stand and knows how to use it, now, and is apparently twenty or so years old.
Which is the same age as his daughter. Or would be, if not for this weird time jump thing. The age she looks after he’d saved her from looking half-dead, a soul-tearing parody of herself. He wonders how Josie’s dealing with that. Probably not that much better than he is. Seriously, that’s just weird. He’s young. Too young to be a grandfather.
And wait. That means that, if not for Crazy Diamond, she’d be around his age.
Josuke’s seen some pretty weird things in his life, but that’s probably the weirdest thing he’s ever encountered. It’s probably best if he doesn’t think about it too much.
Still what’s the kid like? He grew up in America, right? Would he join in on the video game tournaments that sometimes got out of hand, alongside Kakyoin, himself, and Josie? What’s his name? He hadn’t even asked. Or expressed his congratulations. Just kind of roundabout indicated he didn’t want to miss any of it. He wanted to be there for his daughter and any future kids. But that could go without saying, right? What had he even said? He’d been in the middle of battle and it was kind of a lot to drop on anyone. Not that Josephine hadn’t felt any differently, probably. She probably got that he was family, of course he was, and they’d all get whatever support they needed.
“Demons aren’t that weird, right?” Okuyasu asks quietly. He’s staring at Josuke like Jojo’s going to lose his mind at any second and Okuyasu’s going to have to deal with the fallout.
“No.” He quickly shakes himself out of the daze. “It’s just that I’m a grandpa. Apparently.” That sounds a little better than grandfather, but not by much.
“Nice!” Okuyasu yells and slams him on the back so hard he’d fall over if he didn’t have practice not doing that.
“B-but,” he mutters, not meaning to say much of anything. He’s just a little in shock.
“Hey, you raised Josephine and you got us,” Okuyasu points out, the voice of reason. For once. “It’s nice to have more family,” he adds, and as bright as the words are there’s a dark undercurrent that Josuke understands completely.
Josuke smiles and nods and they start walking again, looking for food, now that fighting has made them really hungry. They finally find a place that looks like St. Gentleman’s Bakery, and they’re too hungry to be too picky.
Okuyasu realizes that Josuke’s still off kilter, since he tells his friend to just sit down at one of the tables outside. He probably should argue. Okuyasu’s English is hardly the best, so it’ll probably lead to confusion and a longer wait, but he’s feeling too mentally exhausted to argue, so he sits obediently.
“Hello, sir?”
He shakes his head and glances up. It’s an old man, complete with a cane. It reminds him of his own old man. But he’s clearly not Joseph.
“I’m sorry to bother you when you’re in thought, but I was wondering if you could give me directions?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “I’m not local,” he answers politely. “I’m afraid I won’t be of much help.”
The man looks so dejected that he automatically stands up. It’s an instinct trained from babysitting Joseph Joestar and from years as a police officer. “Is there anything else I can do?”
The old man looks reluctant. “I don’t think I should trouble you any further,” he states hesitantly.
“I’ll help how I can,” he promises. “I can try to get directions on my phone.”
Black eyes slightly unfocused by age squint past him. “Is that a map across the street?” he asks, voice wavering.
Josuke turns to look and then nods, smiling again. “Do you need help across the street?” Given the reluctance, he can tell the man’s about to refuse, fearing he’s a burden, and Josuke shakes his head. “Never mind; I’m helping you across the street.”
“You’re such a nice young man,” the elder acknowledges. “As long as I’m not bothering you.”
“It’ll take a little while for the food to get here, trust me,” he reassures the man and takes his arm and walks to the crosswalk. He’s regaled with a few tales of grandchildren (which he listens to with a lot more interest than usual, and he usually listens to elders out of respect, due to the fact that they’re now personally relevant).
They make it to the sign, and then they’re out of sight.
Okuyasu walks out of the restaurant carrying two plates. And frowns. “Josuke? Where’d you go?”
There’s the sound of a slight wind but otherwise nothing stirs.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Josuke tries to wrap his head around the aftermath of the conference call.
Word Count: 1004
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Okuyasu grimaces as he stares at the demon corpses. Josuke never thought he’d be able to say he’d fought demons, but then, they do happen to be in another universe, possibly with different rules of reality. It’s easier to guess that demons exist only in this world, rather than being in his world, too, and he’s just oblivious. Though for all he knows, that’s the truth. He didn’t quite catch everything that had been said by the team of Stand Users or whatever they were—he and Okuyasu had been in the middle of a fight at the time, and despite the fact that it sounded like the projected sound followed him around rather than being concentrated in one spot or anything, he also couldn’t spare all the concentration to listen even if he could hear them.
Still, he heard enough to know that he’s a grandfather.
Grandfather. He rolls the word around in his mind, but it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel real if he thinks about it in English or Japanese. ‘Grandfather’ just calls up pictures (that still hurt, even after all these years) of another man in a police officer’s uniform. Of a man to whose memory he had promised to keep Morioh safe. Josie’s kid apparently has a Stand and knows how to use it, now, and is apparently twenty or so years old.
Which is the same age as his daughter. Or would be, if not for this weird time jump thing. The age she looks after he’d saved her from looking half-dead, a soul-tearing parody of herself. He wonders how Josie’s dealing with that. Probably not that much better than he is. Seriously, that’s just weird. He’s young. Too young to be a grandfather.
And wait. That means that, if not for Crazy Diamond, she’d be around his age.
Josuke’s seen some pretty weird things in his life, but that’s probably the weirdest thing he’s ever encountered. It’s probably best if he doesn’t think about it too much.
Still what’s the kid like? He grew up in America, right? Would he join in on the video game tournaments that sometimes got out of hand, alongside Kakyoin, himself, and Josie? What’s his name? He hadn’t even asked. Or expressed his congratulations. Just kind of roundabout indicated he didn’t want to miss any of it. He wanted to be there for his daughter and any future kids. But that could go without saying, right? What had he even said? He’d been in the middle of battle and it was kind of a lot to drop on anyone. Not that Josephine hadn’t felt any differently, probably. She probably got that he was family, of course he was, and they’d all get whatever support they needed.
“Demons aren’t that weird, right?” Okuyasu asks quietly. He’s staring at Josuke like Jojo’s going to lose his mind at any second and Okuyasu’s going to have to deal with the fallout.
“No.” He quickly shakes himself out of the daze. “It’s just that I’m a grandpa. Apparently.” That sounds a little better than grandfather, but not by much.
“Nice!” Okuyasu yells and slams him on the back so hard he’d fall over if he didn’t have practice not doing that.
“B-but,” he mutters, not meaning to say much of anything. He’s just a little in shock.
“Hey, you raised Josephine and you got us,” Okuyasu points out, the voice of reason. For once. “It’s nice to have more family,” he adds, and as bright as the words are there’s a dark undercurrent that Josuke understands completely.
Josuke smiles and nods and they start walking again, looking for food, now that fighting has made them really hungry. They finally find a place that looks like St. Gentleman’s Bakery, and they’re too hungry to be too picky.
Okuyasu realizes that Josuke’s still off kilter, since he tells his friend to just sit down at one of the tables outside. He probably should argue. Okuyasu’s English is hardly the best, so it’ll probably lead to confusion and a longer wait, but he’s feeling too mentally exhausted to argue, so he sits obediently.
“Hello, sir?”
He shakes his head and glances up. It’s an old man, complete with a cane. It reminds him of his own old man. But he’s clearly not Joseph.
“I’m sorry to bother you when you’re in thought, but I was wondering if you could give me directions?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “I’m not local,” he answers politely. “I’m afraid I won’t be of much help.”
The man looks so dejected that he automatically stands up. It’s an instinct trained from babysitting Joseph Joestar and from years as a police officer. “Is there anything else I can do?”
The old man looks reluctant. “I don’t think I should trouble you any further,” he states hesitantly.
“I’ll help how I can,” he promises. “I can try to get directions on my phone.”
Black eyes slightly unfocused by age squint past him. “Is that a map across the street?” he asks, voice wavering.
Josuke turns to look and then nods, smiling again. “Do you need help across the street?” Given the reluctance, he can tell the man’s about to refuse, fearing he’s a burden, and Josuke shakes his head. “Never mind; I’m helping you across the street.”
“You’re such a nice young man,” the elder acknowledges. “As long as I’m not bothering you.”
“It’ll take a little while for the food to get here, trust me,” he reassures the man and takes his arm and walks to the crosswalk. He’s regaled with a few tales of grandchildren (which he listens to with a lot more interest than usual, and he usually listens to elders out of respect, due to the fact that they’re now personally relevant).
They make it to the sign, and then they’re out of sight.
Okuyasu walks out of the restaurant carrying two plates. And frowns. “Josuke? Where’d you go?”
There’s the sound of a slight wind but otherwise nothing stirs.