DHMB: Soooo...I totally sat and binged watched JoJo's Bizarre Adventure the moment it came on Toonami. All the way to Diamond Dust. Ermaigawd...so many sexy men. Rawr... So naturally, I wrote a fan fiction because...why the fuck not. OC is nameless and The story follows the events of the Stardust Crusaders Arc. For the purposes of this story and certain aspects I'm putting in, Jotaro and Kakyoin are in their early 20's, both attending University instead of High School.
Warnings include: Violence, gore, dub-con (if you squint), mentions of child abuse and mentions/hinting at rape (nothing graphic). If you don't like, hit the back button. I wrote this story for fun and those with "delicate sensibilities" should go else ware. I only mention this because I've had issues in the past. Seriously, if you don't like certain triggers, don't read. I'm not about to rework my entire idea solely for you and thinking I will is asinine.
I moved ever so silently through the restaurant, motioning for waiters who moved to greet me to remain silent. The multitude of charms of my clothes announced my presence with a subtle jingle that one in deep conversation would ignore. My target, a dark skinned man, was unaware of my approach. The comrades at his table looked at me curiously, but I pressed a finger to my veil covered lips and Joseph grinned, resuming the conversation as if nothing was amiss. I tugged my head-scarf into place, making sure it covered the coiling strands of my hair and stopped behind Avdol, leaning down so my mouth was next to his ear.
"You left me, abeih," I said in a low voice before jerking back so he wouldn't hit me when he spun around in surprise. He breathed out my name, his dark eyes wide and one hand reaching out to touch me. I danced out of his reach, my skirt chiming with my movement along with the coins on the rim of my half shirt. Avdol stood and lunged forward, snatching me up and spinning me around. He chanted my name, laughing and peppering my face with kisses. I glared, beating on his shoulder and trying to squirm out of his grip.
"You left me, you asshole!" I cried. "No note, no phone call, no nothing! You just up and left me at the shop!"
"I'm sorry, gameela," he said, setting me on my feet and dropping to his knee's. He took my hands and kissed the backs of them. I glared, tearing my hands from his grasp and swearing at him in Arabic. He winced at my harsh words, looking sorrowful when tears dotted my cheeks as I yelled about how scared I was when he suddenly vanished.
"Forgive me," he begged. "I didn't mean to scare you, precious." I turned my back to him, sniffling and crossing my arms over my chest. I felt his massive hands grip my shoulders as he leaned in, kissing my cheeks.
"Please," he implored. "Ya gameela?"
"No!" I snapped.
"Please," he tried again, peppering my cheek with kisses, "Oh beautiful goddess who blesses my unworthy self with her presence?" I sighed, rolling my eyes and turned to him, leveling him with a glare over the edge of my beaded veil. His brown eyes gazed at me beseechingly and I sighed, reaching up and tugging my veil down.
"You can't ever do that to me again," I said, "I will chain you to me!"
"Of course, ya gameela," he said with a smile, pulling me to him again.
"Avdol!" a silver-haired man exclaimed, "I didn't know you had a wife!" Avdol and I cringed and drew back from each other making gagging noises while Joseph burst out laughing.
"I am not his wife!" I said. "I'm his little sister!"
"You don't look alike," a red-haired man pointed out.
"They aren't related by blood," Joseph explained. "In fact, they're actually cousins. Avdol's mother married her uncle when Avdol was a teenager."
"You said sister, though," the silver-haired man said confused.
"My aunt and uncle raised me," I clarified. "I call my cousins my siblings because they pretty much are. I also call my Aunt and Uncle 'Mama' and 'Papa'." I looked over at Joseph and grinned, slipping over to him and plopping down in his lap.
"Hello, Joseph, it's been a while," I cooed, kissing his bearded cheek. He grinned and hugged me tightly.
"How have you been, dear?" he asked.
"Pretty good," I said. "Besides Muhammad scaring the crap out of me."
"That was my fault, dear," he said. "I'll make it up to you." I giggled, tugging his beard playfully.
"Very well," I said. "It better be shiny." Joseph laughed, tapping my chin affectionately. I slid out of his lap and moved back around the table, taking a seat on my brother's legs and commandeering his cup of Chai tea. He chuckled and nosed my shoulder affectionately.
"Would you like me to order for you?" he asked.
"Please," I replied.
"So, you live with Avdol?" the silver-haired man asked.
"Oh, my goodness, where are my manners?" I huffed, extending my hand to him and telling him my name.
"I am Jean Pierre Polnareff, Mon Cher," he said, kissing the back of my hand. I tittered at this.
"A pleasure," I said, turning to the other two.
"I am Kakyoin Noriaki," said the red-haired man, kissing the back of my hand as well. I pulled back, fanning myself teasingly.
"Oh my, such gentlemen!" I said in a jovial tone.
"Jotaro Kujo," the other man said flippantly. I looked at Jotaro and grinned.
"You look a lot like your grandfather," I said. Joseph chuckled.
"Did you have a hard time getting through Calcutta?" Polnareff asked.
"Not really," I said.
"You didn't get mobbed?" Kakyoin questioned.
"Not much," I said. "A few vendor's tried to sell me things, but it wasn't too bad."
"My sister is considered a mystic," Avdol explained. "She is a fortune teller like me, but people also go to her for help with many other things. Because of this, it is tradition that she be treated with respect."
"How would they know you're a mystic?" Jotaro asked.
"My clothes," I replied, indicating the long layered skirt, sewn with beads and coins, the half shirt, intricately embroidered with coins and beads lining the bottom, the long length of sheer fabric wound around my body, studded with shimmering rhinestones. My head-scarf was held in place by a winding chain of gold and jewels and my veil born a pattern that announced my trace, sewn with beads. My kohl lined eyes and large hoop earrings completed the look as did the bangles about my wrists and ankles. I twirled my arm, making the metal jingle and grinned. "People in the middle east are very superstitious."
"How did you find us?" Polnareff asked.
"My stand," I replied cheerfully.
"You're a stand user?" Kakyoin was surprised.
"Of course," I said. "She was able to point me where Muhammad was. By the way, Mama says you're in trouble for leaving me." Avdol groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Why does my mother like you better?" he grumbled.
"Because I'm the only girl of ten boys," I replied with a cheeky grin.
"Ten boys!?" Polnareff exclaimed.
"Yup," I said. "I have ten male cousins, six of whom are my 'brothers'. Being the only girl can be incredibly frustrating."
"You're treated like a princess!" Avdol cried defensively.
"When we were younger, the youngest ones picked on me until I broke Derek's nose," I said. "Then, as a teen, you guys scared away any boys I tried to date. Now, I'm constantly fretted over."
"It wasn't all the boys," Avdol said. "And most of them were assholes."
"You broke Andrew's arm in three places!" I said.
"He was cheating on you!" Avdol defended. I groaned while the rest of the table laughed.
"See what I mean?" I asked. "I basically have ten over protective older brothers."
"Well, aside from Chris, you're the youngest," Avdol pointed out.
"I take it you're American," Kakyoin said. I nodded and waved my hand.
"Anyway, enough arguing family dynamics," I said, sipping from Avdol's cup, "What have you lot been up to?" I listened carefully as they explained who Dio was and their journey so far to defeat him. When one person stopped, another would take up, each man taking turns in telling the story. Joseph and Polnareff were very animated in their telling while Kakyoin was more reserved. Jotaro didn't say too much, more interjecting commentary than anything else.
"So, let me get this straight," I said. "You guys crashed a plane and a boat? You have terrible luck."
"No, Dio's minions keep attacking us," Joseph grumbled. Polnareff stood, grabbing his bag and asking the waiter where the bathroom was while Joseph questioned him about his order. I smiled as Avdol tucked a stray bit of hair beneath my head-cover and tugged my top down.
"You need to return to Cairo," he said.
"I plan to," I told him. "But why not just travel with you?"
"Our journey is very dangerous," Joseph warned.
"Yes, I gathered that," I said. "But I am not some helpless little thing. I can protect myself." I smiled and thanked the waiter when he returned with our food, spearing a piece of meat with my fork and nibbling on it. We all turned as Polnareff suddenly burst into the room, shouting about a stand user as he looked about frantically. He then turned and dashed out of the restaurant while the rest of us stood and moved to follow.
"What's wrong?" Joseph asked.
"What happened?" Jotaro questioned. I cast my gaze around the street, but saw nothing strange.
"Jotaro," Polnareff growled, "the stand user you heard about that uses mirrors is here! The bastard that killed my little sister." I looked at Polnareff. I didn't know he had lost his younger sister.
"The one you seek vengeance upon is here?" Joseph asked, looking frantically around the street.
"Mr. Joestar," Polnareff began in a calmer voice, "I'll be traveling on my own from here." Everyone recoiled in surprise and beside me, Avdol tensed.
"Now that I know the guy who killed my sister is near-by, I'm not going to wait for him to come find me," Polnareff continued. "I'd be at a disadvantage if I let him attack me and it's not my style. I'll find him first and kill him."
"Even though you don't know what he looks like or what his stand is?" Kakyoin asked.
"Knowing he has two right hands is plenty!" Polnareff said. "And he knows that I'm after him, as well. He should be worried that I'll come for his head in his sleep!" He turned, bidding us farewell and began to walk away.
"You'll go out for wool and only come home shorn," Avdol said solemnly. I recognized the old proverb and tensed. I didn't know Polnareff very well, but he seemed hot tempered and I didn't want it to come to blows between my brother and this man. Polnareff paused and turned, his brows furrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. I sighed.
"Just as it sounds," Avdol answered.
"Are you implying that I'm going to lose?" Polnareff asked hotly.
"Indeed," Avdol said.
"Abeih," I warned softly, my hand on his arm. He gently brushed past me and moved closer to the french-man.
"Can't you see that the enemy purposely attacked to get you alone?" he pressed. "I will not allow you to travel alone!" Polnareff smacked Avdol's hand away and got in his face, stabbing his chest with his index finger angrily.
"Listen up," he snarled. "I'm going to make this clear. I never cared about Dio. I told you in Hong Kong that I was only traveling with you so I could get my revenge! Mr. Joestar and Jotaro should already know this! I've been alone from the start! I've always been fighting alone!" Avdol lunged forward, grabbing the front of Polnareff's top.
"Did you forget that you were brainwashed by Dio?" he cried angrily. "Have you forgotten that this all leads back to Dio?"
"Like you'd ever understand how I feel after having my sister killed!" Polnareff barked, his eyes darting to me. "Yours is still alive and well and I heard that the last time you met Dio, you got scared and ran away! A coward like you would never understand how I feel!"
"Enough!" I cried, getting between them and pushing them apart. They both froze and looked down at me.
"Muhammad," I said gently, "You may not agree with it, but he is free to do as he pleases. There is obviously no talking to him and you can't get into a fist fight in the middle of Calcutta."
"Listen to her," Polnareff sneered, jerking his thumb in my direction. I turned and leveled my gaze on him.
"Jean," I said slowly, "the path you choose to walk may seem noble, but it is very lonely and only ends one way. You are free to walk it, but I can promise you, it will never soothe your heart."
"So you want me to stay, eh?" Polnareff spat. "You don't even know me!"
"No, I don't," I replied sagely "But it doesn't take a crystal ball to see how this will end. I wish you a clear journey, but I know that is a vain hope." I took Avdol's arm and pulled him towards the others.
"Your divination will be wrong!" Polnareff declared. I stopped, looking at him sadly over my shoulder.
"Not for the first time, I pray it is," I replied. Polnareff stared at me for a moment before clicking his tongue in irritation and walking away.
"Let's find a hotel," Joseph sighed.
DHMB: All things in the story have been researched to the best of my ability. Aside from the Mystic concept, which is loosely based, all references should be culturally accurate to Egypt. All Arabic language has been researched as well, but I know it's screwed up. Any corrections can be PMed and I will make them. Translations will be below.
Abeih-Egyptian Arabic form of 'Older Brother'. Kind of old and mostly not used.
Ya Gameela- My Pretty One.
Mon Cher(French)-My dear.