Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Omake 7

[madimpossibledreamer]

unbeta'd for the first time in a bit. now beta'd

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The Boss continues to have a bad day.
Word Count: 744
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE 100% ARE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.  Specifically, for Golden Wind.

        You’d think that dying would get old eventually.  Sure, once is painful, and scary, but you’d think the scariest part is what comes after.  If you do it again and again, sure, you know that pain is coming, but still.  You’d think you’d get used to it.
        You’d think so, but you’d be wrong.  That’s the truly diabolical thing about Gold Experience Requiem.  True, stabbing is a single cause of death, but the circumstances behind the cause of death can vary greatly.  Being stabbed in the stomach and bleeding out is a different kind of pain to being stabbed in the eye, which is different from being stabbed in the heart.  And the anticipation almost hurts worse than dying, but not ever reaching death.  Appearing on a scene, knowing that your only role is to die, but not knowing where it’s going to come from this time, knowing there’s no one you can trust, no way to avert the inevitable.  That’s the kind of horrible fate that weighs on your soul and breaks your mind.
        Diavolo appears, still wheezing from drowning the last time, scrambling behind cover behind a stack of crates.  He recognizes the style pretty well—there’s an odd smell, probably some sort of drugs or contraband, the smell of blood, and shady-looking types.  It’s a forlorn hope that he won’t end up killed by the mob, but he can certainly try to prolong it, this time.  If he ever ends up in range of that bastard Giorno Giovanna, maybe he can manage to take the man by surprise.  Maybe he can learn their affiliation, at least.
        “I thought I heard something,” one of them says, and—oh no, it’s already begun, the countdown to his death.
        “I smell it, too.  A human,” another speaks, and that’s not the first time, either.
        He hadn’t really known about anything other than Stand Users in ‘life’, but it became pretty clear in ‘death’ humans weren’t the only things that existed, and some of them are fully willing to torture humans for a good, long time before killing them.  Those were some of the worst deaths, given the imagination of something inhumanly cruel.  He glances around, looking for something to kill himself.  It’s not the first time, and maybe he can spare himself some pain.  But there’s nothing within reach and he doesn’t keep anything he’s picked up between deaths.
        They rush around the corner, and it’s pretty clear visually the inhuman one is a demon.
        “Are you here for the Arrow?” one asks, gun at the ready, and interesting.  Does that mean that the human one is a Stand User?
        “I’m here on orders from Don Giovanna,” he responds with a menacing grin, because if he can cause any sort of trouble for Passione at least he feels like he’s taking some sort of revenge.
        And then he starts to pull out his Stand.  King Crimson doesn’t quite work right anymore, but it does appear as a shadowy presence behind him, like he’s just taking his time, and fortunately the one with the gun knows not to take any chances with a potential enemy Stand User.
        It’s painful, to be shot, especially when none of the bullets hit anything that will kill him immediately, but still, from where it hit he’s got about seven minutes left, from his remaining understanding of time.  Still, unless they give him medical attention for some reason, he will certainly die.  Hopefully before they interrogate him too much.
        The demon steps forward to pull him up as he gurgles in his own blood.  “You’re too late; the Boss has taken the Arrow to the site.  Though we’ve got some questions as to how you got here and how you knew where the Arrow was being stored…”
        He shrinks away, trying to draw on his memories of how Doppio acted.  “It’s just how the Don’s power works; I don’t know how to explain it!  P-please don’t kill me!”
        “Of course he’d send someone useless,” the human remarks, and that’s a blow on his pride, but he doesn’t let it show, dangling helplessly in the demon’s grip.
        “Soon enough, it won’t matter,” a new, businesslike voice remarks.  “We’ll wipe Passione out of Italy.  A little thing like a dangerous Stand won’t matter.  Just take out the trash; we’re already running late, and this interruption is just making it worse.”
        He closes his eyes, half in relief, as his throat is slit.