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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Chapter 72
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Josuke wakes up in a snowstorm with little idea of how he got there. (Hint: it's a Stand attack, because it's always a Stand attack.) Word Count: 1264
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
At least he’d taken to carrying around a couple of the buttons of his gakuran once he’d finally graduated, just to have something to remember his school years by. It was enough he was able, using Crazy Diamond, to recreate the whole thing and pull it on. It was warmer than the really thin long-sleeve he’s wearing. And he hasn’t grown too much, in any direction, which means it still fits pretty well.
It’s hard to trudge through the snow, which is most of the way up his calves. Even harder to see or hear. It’s practically a blizzard, with zero visibility and a muffling of all sound. He pulls his arms to himself, teeth chattering.
It also feels vaguely familiar, but he can actually sit down and think about why after he gets to some shelter.
He has the weird feeling that he’s being watched, but he can’t see anyone through the near sheet of white and isn’t sure how anyone else could see, either. Unless it’s a Stand. He sends Crazy Diamond out as far as his Stand can go to look around, but doesn’t see anything different, just a wasteland. Jotaro and Star Platinum would be really useful right about now. But they’re not here, and he can’t remember why they’re not here. He starts shaking even more violently when Crazy Diamond is out scouting around, though, so figures he’s using up vital energy and recalls his Stand, continues trudging.
Something looms out of the dark, and on instinct his Stand punches it. It turns out to be a snow-laden tree, and the impact is enough to shake a good chunk of snow onto his head and shoulders. Where it starts to melt, and make him even colder in the icy wind.
He’s really tempted to steal his nephew’s catchphrase right about now. But there’s no use grumbling about it. He quickly brushes off what he can (and punches the clothes, again, with Crazy Diamond, trying to get as much of the snow off as he can). There’s nothing he can do about the now resting on his pompadour, though.
The wind slows, a little, and he can see little posts like the ones you’d see along the side of a road, and that’s at least a place to start. So he starts following them.
He finally sees what look like car tracks, and that’s definitely a good sign. Before this point the tracks had probably just been covered by the snow. If he follows a road long enough, he’ll find shelter. Hopefully, he doesn’t die first.
And then he makes out a car, or what looks like a car, in all the snow, and breaks into a run. And promptly trips on something hidden by the drift of snow and falls, face-first, into the snow.
His face hurts. It feels like he was attacked, but he doesn’t have time to wipe the blood away. It bites at the hands he uses to prop himself up, so he uses Crazy Diamond (which hurts a bit less) to push himself up and get to his feet. Maybe it’s a little weird, but it’s nice to be able to give himself a hand. He sees the drops of red in the snow, and then looks up at the car, an actual destination, somewhere he can maybe get warmth at the very least, and begins walking again, brisk but more careful, because he’s not sure how many more spills like that he can take.
And then he slows.
The car is stuck in the snow. Why does this seem so familiar? There’s a memory trying to crawl out of his mind. He just can’t quite make it out.
He sees the woman in the front seat, and his brain short-circuits. There’s…there’s no way.
But no, he recognizes the woman at the driver’s wheel, and it’s enough to get him to stop, stock still, in the snow. “M-mom?” he whispers, word torn away by the wind, and then knows: this is a Stand attack. And also: he can’t mess this up.
All this time, his hero, the one he’s been imitating, is…himself. That snowy night when he was four, the time he almost died…
And if I freak her out too much or don’t get her and younger me to a hospital, I’m dead. But I’m not sure if I can even touch younger me without it being a problem, according to fiction and video games, so…plan B.
He can tell the minute she sees him in the rearview mirror. Her head swivels around to stare, and he can tell she’s taking in the uniform and the blood. “Wh-what do you want? Go away!” she yells.
She probably thinks he’s a punk, and is going to try to rob her or…something. He’s not really sure, and he’d really like some warmth right about now, but there are more pressing concerns, like making sure he doesn’t die in the past.
He glances in, and it’s a little alarming to see himself, sweating and feverish, so vulnerable in there. He can’t be too familiar or too…anything, though, or she’ll just freak out.
“That kid is sick, right? I’ll push your car for you,” he offers. It’s not really an offer, since he’s not about to listen if she says no, but it seems more polite and won’t have her attack him or anything. And this is his mom.
“Huh?” She doesn’t know, has never really known, how to act when someone does something unexpected, but he gets to work.
It’s freezing, but he can fix his gakuran after he gets her unstuck and on her way, so he pulls it off and lays it in front of the wheel. He moves to the back of the vehicle and begins to push, helped (not that she can see) by an extra pair of white-and-pink hands. He doesn’t trust his physical strength right now.
And she’s just staring at him, confused. That’s not really going to help the situation, at all, so he raps on the window to get her attention.
“Hurry up and step on the gas,” he advises, because he needs her to get going. “Once you get moving, don’t stop. Just keep going, or your tires will get stuck in the snow again.” And he’s not sure his strength will last long enough to help a second time.
“O-okay.” She nods and faces forward again, stepping on the gas.
He can feel his own gaze, but the kid’s so young and (he can say from experience) so out of it that the memories will be vague. He won’t realize that he’s seeing himself.
He gives one last push with the last of his strength, and the car’s finally moving.
“Thank you!” she shouts in joy, and he has Crazy Diamond fetch the coat, placing it gently in his hands. It flies a little, in the wind and the snow.
He smiles, weakly but it’s there. It’s a triumph. “You’re welcome, mom,” he mutters.
It’s a Stand attack. He’s still not sure when he got attacked or how the rules work, but he survived this once. He’s fairly sure it’s not over, though.
And then he falls forward into the snow, all strength gone, and it’s as if it swallows him, because two seconds later even the imprint has vanished.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Josuke wakes up in a snowstorm with little idea of how he got there. (Hint: it's a Stand attack, because it's always a Stand attack.) Word Count: 1264
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Josuke’s freezing. And that’s possibly an understatement. His mind’s a little fuzzy as to how he got here or what he was doing. There was something important, something that he had to remember, but it’s gone now.
At least he’d taken to carrying around a couple of the buttons of his gakuran once he’d finally graduated, just to have something to remember his school years by. It was enough he was able, using Crazy Diamond, to recreate the whole thing and pull it on. It was warmer than the really thin long-sleeve he’s wearing. And he hasn’t grown too much, in any direction, which means it still fits pretty well.
It’s hard to trudge through the snow, which is most of the way up his calves. Even harder to see or hear. It’s practically a blizzard, with zero visibility and a muffling of all sound. He pulls his arms to himself, teeth chattering.
It also feels vaguely familiar, but he can actually sit down and think about why after he gets to some shelter.
He has the weird feeling that he’s being watched, but he can’t see anyone through the near sheet of white and isn’t sure how anyone else could see, either. Unless it’s a Stand. He sends Crazy Diamond out as far as his Stand can go to look around, but doesn’t see anything different, just a wasteland. Jotaro and Star Platinum would be really useful right about now. But they’re not here, and he can’t remember why they’re not here. He starts shaking even more violently when Crazy Diamond is out scouting around, though, so figures he’s using up vital energy and recalls his Stand, continues trudging.
Something looms out of the dark, and on instinct his Stand punches it. It turns out to be a snow-laden tree, and the impact is enough to shake a good chunk of snow onto his head and shoulders. Where it starts to melt, and make him even colder in the icy wind.
He’s really tempted to steal his nephew’s catchphrase right about now. But there’s no use grumbling about it. He quickly brushes off what he can (and punches the clothes, again, with Crazy Diamond, trying to get as much of the snow off as he can). There’s nothing he can do about the now resting on his pompadour, though.
The wind slows, a little, and he can see little posts like the ones you’d see along the side of a road, and that’s at least a place to start. So he starts following them.
He finally sees what look like car tracks, and that’s definitely a good sign. Before this point the tracks had probably just been covered by the snow. If he follows a road long enough, he’ll find shelter. Hopefully, he doesn’t die first.
And then he makes out a car, or what looks like a car, in all the snow, and breaks into a run. And promptly trips on something hidden by the drift of snow and falls, face-first, into the snow.
His face hurts. It feels like he was attacked, but he doesn’t have time to wipe the blood away. It bites at the hands he uses to prop himself up, so he uses Crazy Diamond (which hurts a bit less) to push himself up and get to his feet. Maybe it’s a little weird, but it’s nice to be able to give himself a hand. He sees the drops of red in the snow, and then looks up at the car, an actual destination, somewhere he can maybe get warmth at the very least, and begins walking again, brisk but more careful, because he’s not sure how many more spills like that he can take.
And then he slows.
The car is stuck in the snow. Why does this seem so familiar? There’s a memory trying to crawl out of his mind. He just can’t quite make it out.
He sees the woman in the front seat, and his brain short-circuits. There’s…there’s no way.
But no, he recognizes the woman at the driver’s wheel, and it’s enough to get him to stop, stock still, in the snow. “M-mom?” he whispers, word torn away by the wind, and then knows: this is a Stand attack. And also: he can’t mess this up.
All this time, his hero, the one he’s been imitating, is…himself. That snowy night when he was four, the time he almost died…
And if I freak her out too much or don’t get her and younger me to a hospital, I’m dead. But I’m not sure if I can even touch younger me without it being a problem, according to fiction and video games, so…plan B.
He can tell the minute she sees him in the rearview mirror. Her head swivels around to stare, and he can tell she’s taking in the uniform and the blood. “Wh-what do you want? Go away!” she yells.
She probably thinks he’s a punk, and is going to try to rob her or…something. He’s not really sure, and he’d really like some warmth right about now, but there are more pressing concerns, like making sure he doesn’t die in the past.
He glances in, and it’s a little alarming to see himself, sweating and feverish, so vulnerable in there. He can’t be too familiar or too…anything, though, or she’ll just freak out.
“That kid is sick, right? I’ll push your car for you,” he offers. It’s not really an offer, since he’s not about to listen if she says no, but it seems more polite and won’t have her attack him or anything. And this is his mom.
“Huh?” She doesn’t know, has never really known, how to act when someone does something unexpected, but he gets to work.
It’s freezing, but he can fix his gakuran after he gets her unstuck and on her way, so he pulls it off and lays it in front of the wheel. He moves to the back of the vehicle and begins to push, helped (not that she can see) by an extra pair of white-and-pink hands. He doesn’t trust his physical strength right now.
And she’s just staring at him, confused. That’s not really going to help the situation, at all, so he raps on the window to get her attention.
“Hurry up and step on the gas,” he advises, because he needs her to get going. “Once you get moving, don’t stop. Just keep going, or your tires will get stuck in the snow again.” And he’s not sure his strength will last long enough to help a second time.
“O-okay.” She nods and faces forward again, stepping on the gas.
He can feel his own gaze, but the kid’s so young and (he can say from experience) so out of it that the memories will be vague. He won’t realize that he’s seeing himself.
He gives one last push with the last of his strength, and the car’s finally moving.
“Thank you!” she shouts in joy, and he has Crazy Diamond fetch the coat, placing it gently in his hands. It flies a little, in the wind and the snow.
He smiles, weakly but it’s there. It’s a triumph. “You’re welcome, mom,” he mutters.
It’s a Stand attack. He’s still not sure when he got attacked or how the rules work, but he survived this once. He’s fairly sure it’s not over, though.
And then he falls forward into the snow, all strength gone, and it’s as if it swallows him, because two seconds later even the imprint has vanished.