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Jean-Pierre Polnareff : The Mixup, Part 1

The beginning of a request for _Papi_Chulo_ jealous Pol smut

There will be smut I just needed to get jealous build up out of the way first,, sorry!! Its going to be a long one haha

There were a handful of cute little cafes in aswan, making it difficult to choose where to eat. Eventually, you chose but of course the one Polnareff picked had to be faulty! The server warned your group that the fridge was out, meaning you had to swap your colas for a pot of tea. Oingo, your current assailant was listening as you spoke, acquiring additional intel despite truly trusting his brother's book. He had to get what he could as your beverage was pouring.
He knew all about you. You were the only chick in the group, having joined the group last. You were a little older than Polnareff, though it showed in your maturity anyway. The others had probably cottoned onto it, but you were actually having a relationship with him in secret, since becoming official seemed wrong whilst Jotaro's mother was in danger. Besides, Polnareff was so vulnerable himself after the murder of his sister.
Arguing about poisoned tea, you chose to propose a question to your leader.
"Mr Joestar, could I have a look in the market? I want to buy Kakyoin some fruit to take to the hospital."
"Hm," the old man considered, stroking his beard in thought.
"I'm not thirsty for tea, anyway. So I could go now."
"I don't see why not. The market is close by, after all. Take Polnareff with you."
"You don't mind do you, Polnareff? Or, were you thirsty for tea?"
"Mon ami!" he joked, trying to feign interest in the delicious looking beverage. Behind the counter, the young brother was scowling, his plan falling apart before his eyes. This was not in the foreseeable future!!  They were supposed to die from the poisoned tea! You sighed, shaking your head. You saw right through the French man.
"Well... I suppose we could stay for tea at least. Then catch up with you later. You can tell Kakyoin there's a surprise."
Your smile always made the straight hair smile, too. It felt like sunshine on his skin seeing your cheeks plump up in joy.

Tea sat at the table, steaming and releasing a delectable aroma. You inspected it, admiring the amber colour and soft texture.
"I bet Kakyoin would have loved having tea with us," Polnareff lamented, sparing a thought for the injured man.
"Maybe we can come back," Jotaro suggested, shakily out of character. He hid a hell of a lot of sweetness beneath the cold exterior - something only a woman could sense, you supposed. Holding the mug to your lips, the rim actually touched them when a clatter caught you off guard.
"Iggy!!!"

The damn dog had upset another customer, stealing their lunch. Before you could move, the other three were chasing after him, out to kill. Smirking, you turned to the server, apologising.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Guess I'll have to try the tea another time, hm."
Oingo watched in awe as you left money on the table for the distress caused, before slinking away to catch up.

Later, the group noticed you hadn't joined back up with them.
"The market is over that way, but I can't imagine she would have gone herself."
"She's not a child, maybe she did."
"She might have gone back to the car, what say you we split up?"
Nodding, it seemed like a great idea. The agreement was that in half an hour they would meet at the car, whether you were found or not. Visiting hours would be over otherwise.

Jotaro was sent back to the hotel, whilst Joseph checked out the cafe and Polnareff the market.
The hotel was only ten minutes out of town, so Jotaro's walk was brisk and painless. Their rooms were on the third and second floors, separated by four rooms. He strolled in, knocking on your door. Within seconds, you answered, a beaming smile on your face when you saw the teen.
"Hey! I wondered when you'd come back!"
"Ah, I'm glad I found you here. The old man was worried."
"I thought I'd come back with Iggy." Opening your door, the naughty mutt was curled up on your bed, snoozing peacefully. "I never went to the market in the end, could we pass through on the way back?"

Meanwhile, Oingo had pulled out his latest disguise. Admiring himself in the bathroom mirror of the cafe, he had taken your form quite well, he thought. The clothes were a little baggy on your frame, but it was a small price to pay. The comic book had shown them images of Jotaro in your hotel room, along with the monochrome mutt. It was only fitting they tricked the group using your form.

Polnareff was holed up in the market, looking at all the useless trinkets and junk being sold, unknowingly spotted by the impostor.
All he had to do was avoid him long enough to buy fruit and locate the gang's car, then he could plant his weapon. The comic had also shown Polnareff being sectioned off from the group through the power of Knuhm, so that was what he must do.

"Ah, you found her."
Waving, you greeted Joseph, Iggy in tow behind you.
"Sorry, I couldn't catch up. Polnareff isn't with you?"
"He's looking for you in the market. We ought to go find him before he finds trouble!" Setting off, your doppelganger was mere stalls away, buying oranges to fulfill the plan. He stalked Polnareff, lying in wait for the correct time to lead him somewhere secluded.
"Iggy, no!!"
Ears pricking up, the rubberface looked towards the commotion, spotting the runaway dog with some sort of food in his mouth. Barrelling along behind him was you, shaking your fist and screaming after him. Oingo kept his distance, holding the paper bag up to his face as he scouted.
"Y/N! I found you!"
"There you are! We've been looking for you. I went back to the hotel," you grimaced, scowling at the fluffy fiend. "But that little shit... He just stole some food off a stall. Mr Joestar is dealing with it. Jotaro is there, too." Grabbing his hand, you pulled gently, beckoning him to follow you. "Anyway, come on loser. We're going shopping!"
Shit. How was he supposed to split you up now? Was the prediction wrong?

No. It was never wrong. He just had to wait it out, that was all. If he caught the attention of Silver Chariot's user long enough, he would be able to buy enough time until the next prediction.

"Iggy!! Shitty little mutt." Polnareff cursed the cute puppy for being so annoying, watching him lie still in your arms since you had caught him up. "You're gonna get us in so much trouble." Giving him a stroke, you smiled to yourself.
Behind a stall, Oingo snickered, waiting to finally begin his plan. The book had shown an order of events that could not be stopped.

It was fool proof!