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madimpossibledreamerJojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Josuke's trying to deal with the Stand attack.
Word Count: 1264
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Josuke gasps and sits up abruptly. That just makes him dizzy, so he sits for a moment quietly breathing before attempting to move again. It’s time for him to catalogue what he remembers.
A Stand! That’s right. He doesn’t remember having seen the Stand, but he’d ended up on that snowy night, and if he’d messed up that encounter he’d be dead. Or worse.
And…that’s right, he’s a police officer now, not a student, despite the gakuran. Which is now dry, as if nothing had happened. And he’d gone after his daughter, Josephine, because she’d freaked out when she’s not the type to freak out and escaped from something into another dimension, and, he’s pretty sure, got herself hit with Incognito, which means there’s a Dora with Sarde’s name on it. And he’d been with Okuyasu, and they’d gotten anxious waiting for the others to get back, and…
He frowns.
There’s something else that’s hiding on the edge of his mind, a vague memory, but he might not figure that out until the next jump.
He looks around, trying to place himself.
It’s…it’s Morioh. He doesn’t completely place the neighborhood—it’s kind of surreal, really. He’s been there on a beat before, but it’s different, like some of the shops changed or something. And there are less trees than he remembers. He thinks.
People are staring at him curiously, including an old woman, a middle-aged man, and a woman with two children. It’s a busier street than he remembers, with a more diversified age range, too. He guesses he looks a little shocked and is just standing around in the street. He puts his hands in his pockets and starts walking.
It’s a little aimless. Mostly he’s just trying to get a grasp on what’s going on, where he is. Well, when, really, to be specific. He tries to remember everything he knows about time travel. He knows that Josie really liked one trilogy in English, but it was after a really long day and he was only half awake.
And then he hears a really familiar yell. “Hazamada!”
It’s his voice. It’s no less disturbing after years and years, since the last time he faced a doppelganger like this, and what’s worse is, he doesn’t remember this happening at all.
That realization hits him with the impact of a train and he nearly screams. There’s something like a vice on his head, putting pressure on until his skull breaks and ends up some disgusting goop. He can’t let that stop him, though, or it’s only going to get worse for his past self and his current self. So contradictions could quite possibly kill him. And he can’t use Crazy Diamond. Instead, he just mutters “great” under his breath and starts running.
It’s lucky that the light hasn’t turned so his past self has to wait a bit to start chasing him. It’s also lucky that he’s in better shape as a police officer than he was as a teen. And that he’s got a better knowledge of the city. He finally manages to lose the other and practically collapses on a lawn.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to cause any trouble for me,” another very familiar voice warns, and he tenses, feeling panicky, before realizing the Stand-induced headache is going away, though it’s like he can still feel the echoes of it in his skin or something.
Of course he’d manage to lose Josuke around Rohan’s house. But just because the bastard was hostile meant that this might actually be helpful—the mangaka wouldn’t (likely) bring this up in a casual conversation with his other self at any point simply because the two didn’t do casual talk because they hate each other’s guts.
“Stand User,” he answers accidentally, before flinching again. The headache doesn’t return. He sits up cautiously.
“Of course it is.” Rohan sips his tea, glaring over the top of what looks like a foreign newspaper disdainfully. “Are they likely to attack me, too?”
Josuke can’t quite believe his ears. “Are you really that selfish?”
“I happen to have a deadline to meet. Something a reckless brat without a job wouldn’t understand.” He places the paper carefully on the table.
Josuke feels his hair beginning to stand on end and begs himself to calm down. Losing his temper here helps nothing. Besides, Rohan won’t believe him when he explains he’s a police officer, especially given what he’s wearing.
He stands, ignoring the man, and walks inside the house, because he feels like he’s being watched again, and it’s only a matter of time until someone decides to look here, since he was supposedly lost somewhere near here.
“What do you think you’re going? I didn’t invite you—” Rohan complains, and he ignores that too. He feels like someone’s watching him, again, but he hasn’t gotten attacked yet which means that it isn’t any of his friends. Still, he has the feeling that he’s not going to be lucky enough to avoid them forever. It seems like the Stand is putting him in situations where it’s hard to avoid changing the past, so he heads up the stairs without stopping. He doesn’t pay too much attention to the mangaka currently yelling something about trespassing at him.
He has good instincts, at least. The doorbell rings after he’s upstairs for no more than a minute and a half.
“Don’t get the door,” he hisses.
The mangaka calls down, “It’s unlocked!” (At least he got Heaven’s Door out; he’s not a complete idiot.)
He looks around frantically for somewhere to hide. “Why did I expect you to help me at all?”
Rohan shrugs. “I don’t know.”
He runs into the workroom and breaks through the window, and Rohan yells after him, “You’ll pay for that window!” Josuke tries desperately to remember if he’s messed something up but his head isn’t killing him and all he vaguely remembers is one day when Rohan was being annoying and kept saying something about a debt.
