JJBA fluff/One-Shots

Wamuu & Santana {Reunion}

A/N: Wham and Santana are a little older when they're taken in this. Like, kids instead of little babies.

Your lonely footsteps made no sound of the soft earth, the only noise was the beat of the rain. This was the first time you could remember walking alone, you opened and closed your hands, the empty feeling sending chills through your body. You missed the soft hands that used to fill the empty space. Ever since you were a child, you walked with Santana and Wamuu at your side. They were like your brothers. You remembered the sting of tears and the bite of grief when Kars had ripped your only friends away from you. You had only been a child as well, so he had spared you, but why did he not take you with him?

~flashback owo~

The loud beat and thrum of your heartbeat filled your head. You stood in a graveyard, the bodies of your people littered the ground around you. The smell of blood and smoke filled the air. Shivering violently, you tightly gripped Santana's strong hand, his vermillion curls filling your field of vision. You looked up at his sullen face as you hugged him tightly. You glanced at Wamuu, who stood next to Santana. Tears brimmed in his eyes, not daring to stain his cheeks. He had to be strong, for you. Santana flinched and wrapped his arms around you protectively when you heard footsteps approaching you. Horror flashed on Wamuu's young face. 

"What should we do with them?" A voice asked. It was a tired, rough sound. 

"Take them, but leave the girl, she's weak. We have no need of her." You whimpered and buried your face in Santana's soft belly, holding him close. You felt a callused hand on your back and you were ripped away from him, he clawed at your arms trying to pull you back. It was too late, he was seized by a large, purple-haired man that you could not recognize. He glared at you with such an expression of disgust it made you want to curl up in a hole and die. You shrieked and kicked, your sounds of struggle mixed with Wham and Santana's. You fought as hard as you could until you were tossed into a ditch. You watched as the two men carried away your friends, your brothers. 

~End of flashback uwu~

You screamed and punched the air. It had been hundreds, thousands of years since that day, so why did you keep remembering it? You had grown since then, you were a strong young woman by now, your tan skin dappled with tattoos and scars. You had spent the past several thousand or so years training to find and defeat the men that had taken your only family away from you. A ripple of frigid air surged around you as you cursed and continued your journey. The rain around you turned to snow. You looked before you, your destination was an old temple somewhere deep in South America. The snow that trailed behind you had already melted into small puddles and the water beneath your feet turned to ice. A thin layer of frost formed on the hem of your cloak.

You reached the temple, stepping into the stone abyss. You were greeted with many centuries worth of cobwebs. You wanted desperately to call out for your brothers but the purple haired monster and his comrade could still be present and you dared not reveal yourself. 

You traveled deeper into the temple, finding no signs of life until you came across a lit room. The orange torchlight flooded the hallway from the wide doorway. You pressed yourself to the wall and listened for voices. You heard nothing. You turned and peeked into the doorway; it was a big room with three torches on the walls. In the back of the room were two large bedrolls, a chest, and a small brazier. Jewelry, furs, and empty skins littered the room, it obviously hadn't been cleaned in a while. However, the most notable thing in the room was the bright orange mop of hair that was barely visible under a large pelt.

 You smiled and scanned the room for Wamuu. You eventually found that he was not present, a shame really, but you'd find him later. You quietly stepped into the room, kneeling at the edge of the bedroll. You softly brushed his hair out of his face to reveal his prominent features. Damn, he had changed a lot. You still remembered the little baby-faced Santana from so long ago, it was almost painful to look at him all grown up. You traced the cobalt blue tattoo under his eye and laughed quietly to yourself.