[ Josuke Higashikata x Female Reader ]
16-year old (y/n) Kawajiri has her life turned upside down when she gets struck by a golden arrow.
❝ Fate has led us down
such a long and bizarre road. ❞
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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (c) Hirohik...
A/N lowkey this chapter sucks. i feel it's rushed and lazy and i'm not very satisfied with it. hopefully you'll enjoy though!
also for the folks who haven't read steel ball run, don't try to understand the d4c arc. just.. please don't.
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN Shine On You (Part Two)
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"Poor girl," the woman tending to the front desk uttered, recalling the memory of (y/n)'s peaceful, yet pale face as she was brought to the ER.
She didn't sport any type of injury, other than stitches circling her left arm. She was perfectly healthy, but somehow her heart rate had dropped to dangerous levels. The boy who'd brought her to the hospital practically pleaded they save her.
He anxiously paced back and forth as the doctors took care of her. He nibbled on his bottom lip and ran his fingers through his well-kept pompadour. His eyes were blood red and his cheeks sticky with tears. After a while, he trudged towards the front desk.
"Don't call her family," he told the receptionist, his gaze fiery with determination, but there were hints of melancholy and worry. "I'll be right back."
Then, he left. It had been fifteen minutes since he went out, and the receptionist suppressed the urge to phone (y/n)'s family. Curiosity was getting the best of her, but she did as she was told.
"I wonder what happened," the woman hummed, staring at the pristine white ceiling. Her job as a receptionist was sometimes boring, especially on quiet days like today. Not that she wanted misfortunes to befall on others.
For a small town, Morioh had witnessed its fair share of crimes and accidents. There were times when the hospital would be hustling, with new cases being filed every minute. There were also times when the hospital was so barren that the workers wondered if going to work was necessary.
As the receptionist fiddled with the handle of a porcelain mug, she heard the silent creak of the front door, followed by several footsteps coming her way. She sighed, ridding her hair of stray locks and mustering her best smile. She raised her head, flinching when she saw several eyes trained on her.
There were about ten... no. Thirteen people huddled at the front desk. A majority of them were students, some were adults. They dressed themselves in... interesting clothing. A peculiar infant sat in the arms of an old man. There was also a strange green creature clinging onto the legs of one of the students.
Such bizarre people. Do they know one another? Or was it fate that pulled them to this very hospital?
The receptionist silenced her lingering thoughts as the tallest man spoke. His clothes were the purest shade of white, from his odd hat, his trenchcoat, to his pants.
