Ch 2. Cuts and Bruises
Your back ached. The new futon in your home, courtesy of the Speedwagon organization, had not been broken in yet. You sighed as you tried to massage the kink while you walked out of the door, fully dressed in your new school uniform. Thankfully you had the chance of making a friend that attended your school through a local cafe. Abby. She had slowly but surely become a bright ray of sunlight in your life.
"(YN)!" She screamed excitedly on que as she bounded towards you. Her warm arms embraced you in a hug. "I'm so glad we're going to the same school" She chimed. "Oh I hope we're in the same class too!" Her pointer finger rested playfully on her lower lip. "We'd have to call it fate then wouldn't we?" She winked and giggled beside you as you both made your way towards school grounds. You nodded, laughing as you egged on her transgressions. The two of you chatted happily as you made your way towards the school, an old Japanese shrine passing your right as you were both deep in your conversation.
Abby was busy talking about her latest art piece when a loud grunt followed by feminine screams sounded to your right. Your head reactively snapped towards the commotion as you watched a large man tumble down the shrine steps the two of you were passing. Your friends sentence halted as you left her side and bolted towards the fallen man, an annoyed grunt escaping him as the school girls around him continued to whale about his fall. Your steps fell in front of each other automatically as you made your way towards his fallen figure resting in the grass, already seeing the blood of his deep cut soak the fabric of his pants. You stopped in front of him, his sharp eyes glaring at you annoyedly.
"This is none of your business woman." He growled, resting himself back on his arm. "So annoying." He mumbled under his breath, you heard a distinct 'tch' leave his mouth as he leaned further away from you.
His green blue eyes glared you down, his expression unwelcoming. You gave an exhausted sigh, quickly dismissing his mad dog front. You leaned down in front of him, positioning your hands over his fresh wound. His form jumped back slightly, stiffening at the close proximity of your own. He reacted as he yanked your right hand tightly, snapping you out of your concentration.
"What do you think you're doing?" He questioned mincingly, the brim of his hat overshadowing his eyes. (Y/C) orbs snapped away from the fresh wound towards his own as you were caught off guard. You recovered from the shock of being yanked away from your immediate task, a mocking laugh escaping you.
"What do you think?" You shrugged. "I'm trying to help." You gave a sharp yank as you pulled your hand out of his larger one, repositioning your grasp over his deep cut. Hamon began to flow from your hands into his damaged knee, strands of cut ligaments and tendons lacing back together delicately as you concentrated on the microscopic intricacies. "I can only repair deeper damage.." You frowned. "You might want to go to a doctor after this to get it bandaged up, it might get infected." You continue as the familiar warmth of your Hamon flowed into him. His eyes widened, watching as you healed his shredded ligaments. The lingering traces of healing energy dissipated from your hands as you began to pull away, finished with your task. The tall man stared at you wide eyed before snatching your hands again firmly in his own, his grip painfully tight.
"What did you just do?" He said intimidatingly, his orbs continuing to glare into your own. Your eyes widened in surprise as he squeezed you tightly in his grasp. The words casually left your mouth as if you were talking about the weather.
He watched you hesitantly as you said in the most deadpan manner possible. "It's called Hamon." You didn't have to time to explain the intricacies of your family's generational talent to a stranger, you and your friend had to get to class. You yanked your hand quickly out of his firm grip as you hoisted yourself back up onto your feet, dusting off your skirt nonchalantly. (Y/c) orbs followed him as he righted himself, towering over you.
"Explain." He commanded. Your brows rose defiantly as he watched your expression morphs into a disbelieving smirk. You had already stopped to help him and now not only you, but your friend as well were going to be late to your first day of school. He could wait if he really wanted to know.
"I don't mind explaining Hamon to you, but I don't really have the time for that conversation right now." His eyes flickered to your hand as you reached up and pointed towards your companion watching from a distance. "See, we're going to be late on our first day of school because of this." Your hand fell back to your side as his green orbs returned to stare into your own. "And I just can't have that." You shrugged, spinning on your heel as you waved nonchalantly. "We'll talk later I guess." He watched you retreat silently. You began to jog back to Abby, not really caring about the details of him finding you again. You didn't really care all that much to be honest, you had more things on your mind than some random wounded boy. Your friend watched you with a worried expression as you approached her, the two of you quickly returning to your previous pace.
"(Y/n)...that was Jotaro Kujo.." She muttered under her breath. You could see her peak an admiring glance back towards him as his towering form shrank into the distance. You managed a quick glance over your shoulder to see him still watching your retreating form intently, not moving a muscle.
"And?" You replied, not really getting the reason of her worried expression.
"He's one of the most popular guys in our year, everybody knows about him but no one really knows much about him." She huffed. "He won't let anyone get close to him." Her shoulders sagged as you shrugged. He had been wearing a school uniform similar to your own, the thought crossed your mind briefly of you passing by him in the halls. 'I guess it'll be easier for him to find me than I thought.'
The thought quickly crossed your mind, maybe it wouldn't be so hard for him to find you with his questions after all.
"Big deal." You said quickly, not really caring about the gravity of the rumor. The memory of his overcast eyes flashed in your head as you turned back to face the pathway towards your new school.
"The fact that no one is close to him is probably a good thing." You snickered. Your friend laughed beside you, nudging your arm playfully. "(Y/n), you're probably the only girl in school that might think that." You both giggled like the schoolgirls you were as you continued towards your new journey.
'DIO!'
Your hand held your mothers fading one in your own. The exclamation of her demise ringing in your ears.
Your eyes snapped to your mothers, quickly shifting to look at the large boulder pinning her form under its weight. Your shoulders slacked as you realized the gravity of the situation.
"Drat..just one Zeppeli!" Your head snapped back as the foreign voice echoed through the caves. Another tremor shaking the walls around you.
"Mom, what was that?" You asked her fading form.
Her gaze stared at the wall before you blankly as if she hadn't heard the voice.
Your gaze painfully focused as you were brought out of your mind by your brunette friend standing beside you in front of your new schools class boards, pivoting so she could see the class list through the bodies in front of her. She jumped in excitement beside you, startling you as you were still being brought out of your thoughts.
"(Y/n)! We're in the same class!" She exclaimed, grabbing you in absolute joy. "We're going to have so much fun, we'll eat lunch on the roof and-" her words fell into limbo as you remembered the new voice of your mothers death. She had screamed the words 'Dio' as her demise fell upon her with the boulder of your memory. The snickering voice lingered in your ears. Your hand reached to grasp your forehead, an oncoming migraine forming in your head.
"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" Abby asked, grabbing your shoulder. The crowd of excited students hummed around you as the pressure of her grasp stabled your posture. You hazily glanced at her as you nodded, the exhaustion of your recent recollection sapping energy from you.
"Dio.." The words left your mouth under your breath. Your friends orbs gazed at you as your head tilted down, their vision capturing your own under their bangs. "Who's Dio?" She asked concerned.
Your focus concentrated on her attention toward you, your eyes clearing from their glazed state before.
"No one." You said, your concentration returning to the present. "No one of importance." You reassured your friend. This wasn't her problem to bare. The questions of your mothers death swirled around you as your bubbly friend dragged you to your new classroom. Through the schools entrance, up the stairs, a right turn followed by the sound of sliding doors. The crisp snap of the wooden panels finding their end brought you to attention as you gazed at the eyes staring at your two new bodies. You scanned the room, seeing foreign faces not similar to your own, your eyes landing on a particularly brooding pair of jade orbs.
There he was in all his unnaturally bulky glory, Jotaro Kujo. The boy you had run into earlier. His broad shoulders shrugged back into the small school seat as his long muscular legs rested lazily on the ground to his right. His sharp jade eyes pierced through you as you froze in the wooden doorway, if they could throw daggers at you for your earlier dismissal you'd be dead on the spot.
"Good Morning everyone! My name is Abby, this is (Y/n)! Let's have a good year!" Abby greeted the group of students in the class cheerfully, throwing a peace sign to seal her greeting. Your attention snapped back to her, your eyes regaining focus. You looked back towards the group of eyes that watched your two bodies enter the doorway. You paused, turning to give a slight bow.
"Good Morning, lets have a good year." You repeated. There were a few light responses of affirmation and whispers to your greeting within the classroom. You shifted back to follow your friend to a seat along the windows lining the right of class. You both sat down and situated your belongings as Abby happily chatted away about the art piece she had been telling you about that morning. It was a composition on a piece of driftwood she had found on the shore that summer.
A collection of heads snapped towards the entrance as the wooden frames signaled another entry. A significantly older man entered the room and greeted the group of students with an introduction. Your new teacher began to go over the semesters syllabus, your focus quickly shifting to look at the clouds reaching for the sun outside the classrooms window. 'They look much bigger from down below..' You thought absently. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as you felt someone staring at you. You turned your head to see that same pair of jade eyes that had been glaring at you continuing their assault. Your chin rested on your palm nonchalantly, matching his glare with your own. You crinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him, watching as his expression turned to that of shock, and then -if even possible- more aggression. Your eyes flicked down to his pale lips, watching as he mouthed words to you.
'After class.' How you had understood him was beyond you. You rolled your eyes again as you returned your focus back to the teacher in front of you.
This was going to be a long class.