If it had been a normal day in my life, I would have been in denial. In my thirties and since I became fertile, my mother painfully taught me how terrible early motherhood was, so I learned to avoid it like one avoids the plague. Now it was different; I was "part of the plot", I had to be pregnant just as many things had to happen in this cursed city.

I hated every second I felt the smell of toast my father made in the kitchen, I hated hiding my morning sickness in fear, and I hated my ignorance of pregnancy as well as Araki's failure to describe more of that part of the story. I cried in the shower until my eyes hurt and blamed the shampoo for it.

I'm stressed about college, Dad. Don't mind me.-

I replied more than once to the worried man I lived with who showed me love as if I were really his daughter, which didn't help ease my guilt.

I had no internet to investigate my symptoms further, nor did I have my social networks to tell my friends what was going on without having to see their faces, and even though I had been talking to Tomoko's friends for several days as if I were the same as always, I felt more like an imposter than ever.

On the third day of being immersed in my thoughts during lunchtime at the university, I found myself being interrogated by this group of young students who exhausted my patience with their youthful energy and their talk about men.

Tomoko!- One of them caught my attention, somewhat annoyed.

What?-

What do you mean by "what"? The guy cheated on his partner with someone else, how can you not have an opinion?-

I don't know. I wasn't listening to you.-

It's something wrong?- asked another one of them, Sakura-san.

Why do you ask?-

You've been acting strangely for several days, Tomoko-chan. If you have a problem, you can trust us.-

She said compassionately. She is older than me, married, and already has a daughter, as far as I remember.

I sighed again, starting to feel tired.

I'm a little late.-

I know. You can't arrive on time even if you are paid for it.- Said the first one, Kyoko-chan, with a smirk.

Ah? No, you idiot! My period, my period is late!-

Silence fell on our group and the people nearby. Pregnancy is not a lunch topic in my day, let alone in the eighties.

WHAT!- I heard in chorus from the three girls with me.

Don't make a fuss. I'm pregnant, end of the conversation.-

Of course not! You have to tell us the details.

I don't "have" to tell you anything- I added a bit annoyed. -I'm pregnant, period.-

Have you already taken a test?-

I don't need one. I know I'm pregnant.-

You have to take one, you have to confirm it.-.

I don't want to, I'm too lazy. I'm sure I'm pregnant.-

At least tell me who the father is.- said Kyoko, smiling curiously at me.

I don't blame them for their curiosity. I know them well enough by now to understand how surprising the news was from Tomoko, a single woman who doesn't usually have romantic interests; but I couldn't help but show sadness and fear on my face.

I lowered my gaze, trying to hide my distress from them as I recalled my past life. My mother always scared me about the idea of me becoming a single mother because of her bad experience. She wasn't shy about telling me how bad she had it while raising me alone, going hungry and cold with a sickly child, living on effort and favors, with no support from her own family; I know she scared me out of love, so I wouldn't make her mistakes and have a "better life." With that, I formed my path in life, in the comfort of my career and my apartment with my best friend and two cats... until I woke up in this new world.

It was hard, but I liked my old life and sometimes I still miss it. However, every day I fell more and more in love with this new life as Tomoko. Although I was initially frustrated with the fact that I had to go back to college, Tomoko and I studied the same major so I easily became ahead of my classes, I just had to be careful not to quote authors or theories that have not yet been written; and of course, although I missed with tears of blood not having computers and internet to study, I was coping quite well.

The first three weeks since I arrived, I enjoyed my life as a young woman student, as the beloved daughter of a kind policeman who took care of me as I had never experienced before, as an advanced student of pedagogy and with a group of friends, although noisy, but kind-hearted.

It all felt like a beautiful dream where I could walk around the city of my favorite season, trying hard not to squeal like a fanatic when I recognized the places I only saw on my screen before, even though I didn't encounter many of them because they will only exist in the future; one of my favorite parts was receiving all the love people felt for Tomoko.

Obviously, I was NOT thinking about when I should have gotten my period; just as I assumed the fatigue, cramps, and mood swings were due to my stress from the sudden change in my life. It wasn't until I woke up with a terrible urge to vomit that I connected the dots and the answer was pregnancy, and if I've learned anything from soap operas, it's to associate morning sickness with pregnancy. From there, everything else made sense to me, I felt myself blanch.

How could I have so easily forgotten that Tomoko is Josuke's mother!

No, now "I" am Josuke's mother, that is my role in this story.

With difficulty I got up from the bathroom floor and looked at myself in the mirror, as if looking for clues on what to do at this moment, but only a frightened young woman looked back at me.

I don't... I don't know what to do.-

I said with a crack in my voice, reaching out my hand towards that reflection. None of this was in the anime! The only thing I felt sure about was that I wanted to keep my new family happy for as long as possible; because as far as I knew, no father would easily accept an unmarried and pregnant daughter.

I decided then to hide this condition from him as long as I could, to keep this family I am a part of. Because obviously what a pregnant body needs, and Joestar blood to boot, is more daily stress.

The nausea and dread I felt in my belly slowly began to feel like the deepest anger. With as much gentleness as I ever had, I raised both my hands and made the rudest gesture I could think of towards the sky.

Why... WHY DIDN'T YOU AT LEAST SEND ME TO COME A FEW HOURS EARLIER!-

I shouted into one of my pillows and pounding my fists on the mattress.

YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CARRY THE WHOLE PREGNANCY AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO SEE JOSEPH WITH MY EYES! I will never... never see him again in my life and I will have to watch Josuke get sick of his stand with my own eyes... it is unfair, UNFAIR!-

I felt the pillow wet with my rabid and scared crying, while the terrible things that happened to Tomoko in the series kept going through my mind, but more than anything else the memory of little Josuke with a high fever, suffering because of DIO.

Isn't that the moment when Josuke sees that mysterious guy with the weird hairstyle who later inspired Josuke and Araki never explained who he was? When is that supposed to happen...? Shit! I have to write down the details I remember!-

I quickly got up to look for a notebook in which to write down all the details I could remember about the plot so that I could be as prepared as possible for the future. As a precaution, I wrote it in Spanish and in a small notebook that I would always carry with me. I started making a timeline of all the events that happened with the Joestar lineage of the original plot to then concentrate on everything related to Josuke, and being this season my favorite, I remembered several events although I was insecure with the exact dates.

That was the notebook I was bringing in my backpack, while my friends were pushing me towards the nearest convenience store, in search of that pregnancy test.

If you're embarrassed, I can buy it for you.- Sakura-san told me.

I'm not embarrassed or anything like that, I just think you are making me waste my valuable lunchtime on something useless.- I replied bored. -But since you are going to buy, bring me some candy, please.-

Did you start with the cravings?- Kyoko asked me, trying to tickle me.

Yes, and you can't not give me the food I want, so give me something with lots of sugar.- I said with a chuckle as I pushed them into the store.

I wanted to go inside with them and prevent them from buying some disgusting Japanese chocolate because in spite of everything there are tastes from my old life that I can't forget; when I saw a young girl no more than 15 years old walking happily with a little boy in her hand. I thought she looked like an adorable big sister carrying her little brother to the nearby park, when I noticed the pink dress and the sun's rays in her hair giving her pink glow as well.

REIMI!- escaped my lips as soon as I recognized the girl who would be brutally killed by the antagonist sometime soon.

Sure, while watching the series I loved watching Kira and his entertaining serial killer story, I could even say that I still like the theme they used with the character and I will never stop loving the video Yoshikage Kira's Theme Goes With Everything: Waffle Falling Over... But that's the point! You can like many types of characters, but when it comes to a killer obsessed with women's hands, living in the same city where you want to raise your little JoJo; at that point, you decide to take that feeling of rage and turn it into something productive, like keeping Reimi from dying at the hands of a "my daddy turned me into a Stand user so I can keep killing women quiet and using his hands to eat my food" That's creepy, really nauseating.