Father-Daughter Bonding

[madimpossibledreamer]

(I decided on a Honda Clarity for Jotaro’s car.  He probably almost went for Columbo’s car, the fanboy nerd, but it’s not as good at handling.  Next bet would be an eco-friendly car because he is a marine biologist even if he is a marine biologist that punches sharks.  And if you made fun of his car, he’d probably just roll his eyes or yare yare daze, because what don’t you people get about the fact that he doesn’t care what you think.  Fortunately they are in California so he could get refills.)
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Buffy decides to return home, but this time, she's not alone.
Word Count: 740
Rating: Gen

 

         Jotaro-san wasn’t the type Buffy would’ve thought would buy into the whole eco-friendly thing, but then, he would probably barely fit into any other car she can think of either.
         He’s silent for a large part of the drive.  At first it’s nice.  No ridiculous questioning, no accusations—hang on, he hadn’t even criticized her for…for having sex.  The stereotype is the father with the shotgun, but that wasn’t Jotaro-san.  Young Buffy would’ve said that’s obviously because he doesn’t care.  The thing is, he is listening to her.  He responds if she asks for a response.  But where he’s out of his depth he goes silent, while Xander just starts babbling.
         He’s not treating her any differently.  Only the vampire part even really fazed him.
         The thing is, when she’s not running away, she’s like Xander.  It’s not quite the same level of babble as, say, him or Willow, but it’s also hard for her to sit in silence when she has questions.
         “Jotaro-san,” she begins, and hears him grunt.  He doesn’t move his eyes off the road, but he’s listening.  How to say it…?  …Probably best to be straightforward.  He seems like the kind of dad who would appreciate it.  “Are you mad that I had sex?”
         That, apparently, calls for him bringing out his Stand to drive (which is vaguely terrifying given the slightly manic smile on the Stand’s face, but then, if he trusts it with his own life and hers, she probably should too) and turning to look at her.  “Not directly, no.  I’m not even mad at you.  People do stupid shit when they’re sixteen.”  He pauses to think about what he’s going to say.  Words don’t come naturally to him (actions might).  “When I was seventeen, I developed my Stand and got thrown in jail.  Comparatively, you’re a prodigy.”  He’s still straight-faced, but there’s a look in his eyes that says it’s a joke.  “I’m mad because I thought I was done dealing with vampires ruining the lives of the people I care about.  I’m mad because it wasn’t good for you and I’m not sure I could even punch the guy for breaking your heart because it might just be his demon’s fault and not his.  I hate being unsure.  But— musume—look.”  He’s struggling, but he’s trying, and that’s definitely more than Hank ever did and maybe better than Joyce.  “Screw who you want.  Be careful, and all that—you’ve probably had the talk from school or Joyce or whatever.  And try to…” he swallows, sticking one hand in his pocket.  “Try not to let them break your heart.”  For one split second there’s what looks like actual genuine emotion on his face before his face goes back to normal.  He turns back, allowing his Stand to disappear as he puts his hands back on the wheel.  “I’d offer to help you punch anyone, but I’m pretty sure you’ve got it covered.”
         She allows herself to smile.  “Hey, punching things together sounds like great father-daughter bonding time.”
         “Yare yare daze,” he responds, pulling the hat further down.  Great, she’s doing well at embarrassing him.  She’s doing her daughterly duties.