The silver-haired male stared at the young woman, his blue eyes finding themselves wandering to her so often that it had become noticeable to everyone else in the group, herself included.

In fact, it was now expected.

She was well aware of his trained eyes, but she kept quiet. For one, she didn't know where to begin, or how to confront him on the matter. There was that, and the fact that admittedly, she did like it, and wasn't too keen on making him stop.

She soaked up every bit of his attention she could get, a present bloom of soft pink plastered over her face as she tried to play down the smile on her face. And she couldn’t help the expression from forming, not having the power to control it.

‘He’s doing it again,’ She said to herself, excited of course.

She liked having the Frenchman's eyes glued to her, watching her like she was a moving masterpiece, a wondrous work of art that had somehow gained the ability to walk and venture freely.

It wasn't lecherous, nor off-putting, and she’d never felt as beautiful as when he looked at her,

‘Oh, Polnareff,’ she thought while sighing softly. 'Do you like me?' she wondered, 'Do you think I'm special?' she went on.

'Am I pretty to you?'

She wondered just what made him stare so much, 'Is there something about my face that's different? Is that good? Or is it bad?'

Swallowing thickly she inched closer, a nonchalant whistle blown to the side as she came just A bit closer, testing her luck.

Earlier, Hol Horse, the cheeky gunslinger had called her Honey as well as given her a flirty wink before he retreated, promising he'd be back for her later on.

'That sure set him off,' She mused, recalling the encounter.

She swears she saw the Frenchman turn his reddest, words that were foreign to her, but no doubt obscenities, flying out of his mouth as he chased the blonde out of sight, his stand aimed to draw blood.

She was tickled pink to see him defend her in such a way, protective over her, fighting off another man for even being suggestive with her.

She almost hoped he came back just to get the same rise out of the charming man.

"Ah, Polnareff?" she said softly, turning to him slowly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his just as she turned,  a result of having him already gazing at her.

He instantly bloomed with soft pink, the color staining his pale skin cutely, almost innocently.

“Oh! Yeah?” He said caught off guard, slightly leering down towards her, eyes glued to the soft lips which moved right before him,

‘I was thinking we could share a room this time…’ She thought to herself, wanting to tell him, but having all the words knot up in her throat.

Hoarsely, and below her breath she muttered the request, grimacing as she let it out in the open, knowing just how it sounded.

“Huh? What was that?” he asked confused, looking completely at a loss, not having heard anything but incoherent huffs and short mutters.

“O-oh!...it was nothing important,” (f/n) said hurriedly, refusing to repeat herself, picking up her pace instead,

‘Maybe it’s better you weren’t listening!’ she reasoned with herself, shaking her head with defiance. ' I mean what was I thinking! ' she thought with a blazed face, ' I can't just go and ask something like that! ' she internally screamed.

‘But I mean, it’s not like I was planning to do anything either!’ she went on to convince herself. ‘ I was just thinking about budgeting...budgeting … cash…To save money!’

Seeing her face filled with worry, he heaved largely, shaking his head just as quickly as she was hers, catching up to her urgently, “Non, Non, Non, Ma chérie! Mon amour !” He said anxiously, “ I didn’t mean to ignore you...Honest, it wasn't deliberate,” he assured her.

He began to walk in front of her, taking backward steps while they continued to move, keeping up with the rest for the crew.

"You must believe me, " he added with sincerity.

‘Ah again with those names…’ She thought to herself, feeling her heart race, 'It doesn't help one bit!'

She wasn't fluent in the language, but she knew damn well what the little endearments meant,

' He's just flirty…he'd call any girl that,' she thought while trying not to stare at the beautiful man in front of her. She tried to take away from the lovely feeling she felt when he called her that by reasoning that it was just something he said to just about every woman he came in contact with.

'Oh come on! Then why else would he always gawk at you? 'Her inner voice rebelled. ' Why else would he call you that!'

'And he worries so much,' she added, 'He goes completely ballistic every time  you're in danger,'

Much more, 'He hasn't even talked to another woman, much less stared at them for longer than a fraction of a second.'

All in all, he was completely devoted to her, something the (h/c) haired young woman had trouble processing. 

But deep in her heart, she knew.

For just a moment, they stopped, and sweetly, he moved the (h/c) strands that obscured her face aside, " Please tell me, you seem troubled." He said with a low, murmur.

'Oh, what the hell, ' She thought while looking up at him (e/c) eyes putting him in a trance.

"I was wondering if, maybe...Polnareff would you share a room with me?" She asked, watching the question slowly fall onto him.

His eyes opened wide, and again his face glowed, a darker rouge covering his entire face, reaching his ears,

"(f/n)" He said swallowing thickly.

'Could this be just a dream?' He wondered.

"I mean, it's just... instead of having a room of my own, we could lower the cost by sharing one " She explained, though sounding bashful, that clearly not being the only reason to her offer.

"Maybe...we can also share a bed..." she added meekly.

Absentmindedly he pressed his index fingers together, " O-of course," he replied back, "It makes perfect sense to me," he told her.

“We could sleep together, that way...that way we can cover each other's backs,” he added chuckling nervously.

  Agreeing, she smiled cutely.

‘Maybe i’ll have a nightmare,’ She thought to herself, ‘ And then I can crawl into those big, strong arms,’ She gushed, thinking of the scenario.

“What if it’s too cold?’ he wondered, ‘We might not have enough blankets, and I suppose we could cuddle... just to stay comfortable,’ He reasoned, wanting nightfall to come already. 

She then seemed startled, staring wide-eyed at him, " We have to catch up!" she reminded him, pulling him by the wrist, hastily falling back in line with the rest of the travelers.

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“Good Grief,” Jotaro muttered to himself, quickening his pace, not wanting to lag behind with the two, dreading being stuck between their insufferable flirting.

He’d rather have the old man ramble his ear off than go on another minute with the lovie-dovie saccharine behavior of the couple who weren't really a couple.

Who were ' just friends '

‘And what’s more annoying…’ He thought to himself, eyes discreetly trailing back to them to see the two touching hands, fingers twitching to take hold of each other.

They clearly wanted to touch…

They clearly wanted to do such more…

“Tch,” He clicked his teeth, the sound making his grandfather chuckle, “ Cute isn’t it? “ Joseph asked grinning, indiscreetly pointing his thumb back to the two trailing behind.

They wouldn't take notice any time soon because it wasn't like anything else really mattered to them at the moment, so why be coy?

“To be young and in love,” The Joestar added with a musing tone, thinking back to the moments in his own youth.

“It’s fucking annoying,” Kujo said lowly, something Kakyoin overheard and decided to butt into, his pace matching the other two men.

Giggling he put a hand on the tall brooding male’s shoulder, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous there Jotaro,”

A very small shiver went through Jotaro’s body, a tremor Noriyaki could feel, and gloated about just as it was released,

"Ohoho?" Kakyoin sounded playfully. “You are!” he added with mock surprise.

“ Jealous about what?” Jotaro grumbled, his hand pulling down his hat to obscure his face more.

"She's cute," Kakyoin pointed out, "Didn't you say tha-"

"Shut the hell up," Kujo said stiffly, his face burning with embarrassment, his long legs moving faster, escaping the two men aside him.

He mentioned it one time...Just once.

Coward

The rugged, blonde male watched the (e/c) eyed woman with his piercing blue eyes, his sight trained on her lonesome figure as she stared out of the open window, the look on her face indicating she was lost in deep thought.

"Thinkin' again I see," he said aloud, the sound of his voice making her jump, startled.

Her stand appeared, manifesting from behind her and ready to pounce on the intruder, however, she couldn't see anyone in the darkness, not knowing where to take aim.

Nonetheless, she prepared herself, ready to take action,

"Who are you?" She said with a caught breath, immediately stepping back, her heart racing as only one person came to mind, the probability making her blood freeze, every square centimeter of her being raked with cold chills at the recollection of the man.

Her hands fisted tightly as she was ready to battle with not only her stand, but her fists as well, not intent on being put down without a fight.

'DIO...he couldn't have come ..no…' she argued with herself, trying to calm her harsh breathing, but even then she remained on edge.

"Don’t tell me you already forgot about me," The blonde man said while stepping forward, the light hitting his grinning face as he revealed himself to her.

"Hol horse?" She said with risen brows, her eyes growing wide as she realized who it was, “What are you doing here?” she questioned him, demanding an answer, her tone sharp and tart. 

Perhaps at one point, they had been friends, having each other’s backs as an unsaid mutual agreement, but that was what felt like a lifetime ago, going far back in a time she’d rather forget. 

‘I shouldn't let my guard down,’ She reminded herself, though, in truth, she wanted nothing more than to sit down with him to simply laugh and talk.

Or simply, waste away the day with nonsense banter like they’d come accustomed to.

“ What?” he asked her with a nonchalant shrug, “ Can’t A guy drop by to see A-”

“Cut the crap!” she barked at him, “Did he send you here?” she asked him, her heart tightening.

“Are you here because he ordered you?” she added with the same viciousness.

And just like that tension filled the air, and his smile dropped in its entirety.

‘ DIO sent him,’ She told herself, reasoning that it had to be the only possible excuse for him to show up around her ever again. 

‘But why?’ she wondered, swallowing down hard as her heart clenched,

‘Could it be?’ She went on, having assumed that he’d sent the man to do his bidding and cut of loose ends.

‘Could it be he sent Hol horse here to kill me?’ She bit her tongue trying to swallow down the large lump caught in her throat, 

‘ Hol Horse...

Would you really?’ 

“Yeah, he did, ” He answered somberly. “But it’s not what you think,” he started, lifting his hands up to show her he wasn’t armed, or intent on using Emperor.

“Then what is it?” she asked him, uncertain. “Why did he send you?” she added, (e/c) colored eyes begging him for the truth. Withdrawing her stand she showed him the same middle ground, however,  still being cautious enough to stay at a safe distance.

"You know just what he wants," he said to her, his voice low and gruff. “ He says you’re welcome to come back. He says he’s willing to forgive you,” he added.“ But only if you come back now, And of course beg.”

Momentarily, he looked away, his eyes locking onto the window, "I'm just here to pass you that message," he told her, his eyes set on the outside world, coming up to gaze at the illuminated moon.

‘Though that’s not all I came here for,’ He thought to himself, keeping quiet instead, swallowing down the bitter taste of loser spit in his mouth.

“It's awfully pretty tonight," he said instead, the uttered words sounding painfully soft. "The moon...it's all big and shining," he told her, having missed the nights they lay together, staring up at the star peppered sky.

Her brows then creased up at his sudden statement, uncertain to where the conversation would lead.

“What? You’re not going to try and convince me?” (f/n) said softly, a snort drawing out of her as she eyed him. 

He drew towards her, coming close to the window where she still stood, and throughout the entire time, his hand itched to fall over hers and pulling her along  everywhere he went.

‘ I’d give anything to be together again. 

As friends. 

As partners. 

As lovers.

Anything that would have us together against the world, against everything else that threatened to come between us, ’

He pulled up a rather lukewarm smile, eyeing her currently concerned expression,

 “Why would I?” He questioned her." You’re so happy now,” he mused, “it's plainly obvious.” He told her, having watched her beforehand, his eyes dazed as he watched her features lift with happiness too many times to count.

It wasn’t like the last time they were together...

‘I thought I’d never see that beautiful grin,’

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“You've got to choose the winning side,” he advised, circling her, “ If you want to stay alive that is,” he added. 

“ These guys are as good as dead, and your only following in suit,” he said while glaring at her. 

There was a rough edge to his tone that meant business, completely devoid of the playful mood he typically addressed her with,

but he couldn't help it,

‘It’s suicide,’ He told himself as he narrowed his eyes towards her.

At his booming voice she felt her body shake, but rather than fear, she felt anger bubble within her, 

“Your wrong,” she fought back, “Your wrong in your way of thinking!” She retorted, stepping forward to him as though challenging him.

“Really?” he said lowly, sucking in a steady breath as he stared her down, 

“Just know he'll come get you himself,” he informed her with a sneer.

 The sudden statement then made her eyes grow wide, the certainty in them was shaken for just a moment. 

“You can fight him all you want, and you can cuddle up to any one of these guys if you want to...

It'll just make it all the more painful when he tears them up,” he told her, “ One by one…” he added, knowing it’d be gruesome.

He could see the effects of his harsh words on her, but he couldn't hold back, filled with rage at the fact that she’d just switched sides, convinced by none other than the silver-haired Frenchman and his stupid talk of honor. 

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He wanted to touch her, grab her by the waist and pull her towards him tightly, protect her from anyone and anything that would harm her,

but he couldn't fight for her.

He couldn't save her, not when he couldn't even save himself.

Instead, he could only draw back. 

“I didn’t come for anything else but that,” he muttered, stepping back, falling into the darkness of the room and away from the shining moonlight which touched the (h/c) haired woman so perfectly.

‘ That's my number one…

My partner …

The only damn woman in the world that could have made me kneel down on one leg.’

"(F/N) " he said with a soft exhale, looking back at her once more, all with a painfully obvious look of heartache she couldn’t see. 

- And he thought it better that way. 

' If I weren't such a coward…' he thought with gritted teeth, knowing that if he weren't the rat he was now, he'd live the last of his days trailing behind her. 

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"I don’t care! Don’t you get that's not the life I want !" she told him. There was a hardness to her (e/c) eyes he noticed wasn't there before, and it stunned him,

 " I'm sick of being afraid…" she added, "I'm sick of being controlled," she went on with more resolve.

“And you should be too!” She argued.

“Afraid?” he asked with a chuckle, “ Baby, I'm here for the cash and nothing more. It's win-win for me, and whatever it takes I'll make sure I come on top.” He told her, making her face contort into a look of disappointment, and overall utter disenchantment.

He knew he sounded like an ass, but it was all he could do to hide the fact that his heart was breaking, knowing he couldn't do anything to save her.

He couldn’t convince her to come back to his side.

And he couldn't test his luck with their boss either.

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He’d delivered his message, just as he’d been instructed, and he wasn't going to try and convince her. He knew it was fruitless, but the only reason he searched for her was to see her again, to hear her and have her close, even if he couldn’t touch her. 

- There was nothing more to it.

Even if she was still disgusted with him, and despite the hate she’d have for him, he couldn’t stop thinking of her, nor loving her. 

All in all, he couldn’t help but want another moment with her.

“ Go on and be happy,”  he said with the truest good intent weaved through the words,

‘ Smile…

Laugh some more…The way only you can...

Get all the happiness in the world before he puts an end to you.’

“Next time we see each other,” He started, swallowing down harshly, “ I won’t pull any shots, and I hope you don’t pull your punches.” He warned her, hoping it wouldn’t come to it, because it was the last thing he wanted.

Nodding with understanding, she swallowed down her heartache, wiping her tears away,

‘If you did love me, you’d fight for me...

If you cared about me...Then you wouldn't turn your back...

Hol Horse, if you weren't such a coward, I could tell you that I love you, still. 

She remembers her encounters with DIO, having crossed paths with him more than once. 

She’d run from him the first two times, fleeting from the vampire , only because he allowed her to, each time chuckling as she managed to ‘slip’ away.

And she wasn’t stupid to think she’d somehow outsmarted him, or cocky enough to taunt him by living her every day life as normally as she had before. Instead, she secluded herself, hiding from everyone and everything, afraid of even her own shadow, well aware it could just be him in disguise.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before he hunted her down again, toying with her like a malicious little feline, pawing at a cornered, shivering, mouse. 

Because to him, it was all a game, while to her, it was a never ending nightmare.

With an incurable insomnia she waited, every night staring up at the ceiling, blankly gazing at it as she felt her heart race, feeling impending doom fall upon her.

‘Why me?’ She asked herself constantly.

It all started after that arrow pierced her...

All the abnormalities and unrest starting from that one event, one that was in-explainable in itself.

‘How did  I even survive?’ She wondered, only briefly as it was the least of her worries.

It was tortuous weeks of unease  until she finally met with her nightmare...

When he grew sick and tired of their game, he appeared before her, ready to take his claim,

‘Do you still have any fight in you?’ He wondered, knowing the answer as he eyed her, ‘Of course I’d never force you at my side, that’s all for you to decide my dear,’ He thought with a malicious grin.

He’d then shown her the extent of his power, red raining down on her as thuds were heard at her sides, severed corpses at her feet in a second’s time. 

She hadn’t even known how he did it, but of all the red stained figures, he was all that was untouched, his alabaster skin glowing white brilliance from his chiseled body, too good for the remains of his slaughter to graze him.

Bloody gore puddled around her and shaken to the core she choked on a cry, her voice failing her,  her ability to flee gone.

Her legs gave out before him, pitifully bowing to him, not intending to, but her body seeming to know it’s place before the creature,

“ (f/n) ” He cood, reaching for her.

Her racing heart stilled as he tenderly pressed his cold palms onto her wet cheeks, “You’re trembling...” he said observing her, watching her wide (e/c) eyes as they stared up at him, almost unblinking.

He was a monster...

He was terrifying...

And yet the sight of the golden haired man was so transcendent, he was like an angel descended onto the apocalypse.

Beauty fallen into the macabre...

“P-please...please don’t,” she begged, feeling his pointed, black nails drag over her as his fingers trailed beneath her glossy (e/c) eyes, wiping away hot tears in a way that it would be tender had it been anyone else.

“(f/n)....dear...” he said warmly, his gleaming eyes akin to drops of sweet, warmed honey.

DIO...

He was frighting ...

He was malicious and evil...

He was through and through A monster...

And yet, he was the only thing that could save her. He was the only thing powerful enough to protect her,

‘Only he ...Only he can,’ She thought numbly, melting into his hold, subdued.

“Nothing but DIO can hurt you, “ he promised her, “As well as nothing but DIO can save you now,” he murmured, satisfied as she fell onto his web.  

She ignored the splashing sounds beneath her feet and palms, as well as the warm stickiness that smothered them and stained everything scarlet, all while she came closer to the powerful being, crawling to him more and as much as she could.

She was terrified, but at the very least, she knew that she was safe. She knew he could make her nightmares cease, and he could also protect her, saving her from a gruesome fate.

“Only I can,” he reminded her, large hands placed on her protectively , like a large and glorious beast guarding it’s fresh prey. 

“Lord ...DIO...” she muttered softly, brokenly as she closed her eyes.

‘I am yours,’

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(f/n)’s back stiffened straight as she shot up, her hazy eyes wide as she startled from her half-sleep state. She’d drifted off for only a moment, but she felt as though she’d been stuck back in time. 

The distraught look to her (e/c) eyes soon melted as the black and white dog jumped on her lap, damn near starting her as she was already shaken from her nightmare.

Slowly, she came back down to earth, settling back into the present time where she wasn’t alone.

Where she wasn’t weak...

Despite all the tension in her body, and unease in her heart, she couldn’t help but pull up a gentle smile, “long day?” she asked him with light amusement, seeing as for the most part he went on his own adventures.

As per usual, the Creature didn’t respond, only letting out a very faint sound of a whine.

Meanwhile, Polnareff glared at the creature, his blue eyes darkly trained on the darned mutt.

Relaxed and fully pleased, Iggy ignored the menacing spite, instead laying his head onto his own front paws, his entire, tiny body curled over the (h/c) haired woman's lap.

Lazily scratching him behind his ear, (f/n) yawned into her other hand, her head leaning over to the side closer to the window as she began to drift off again, this time with more ease.

'Damn mutt, trying to act all cute with her,' Polnareff pouted,  his gaze still heated. 

With him it was nothing but snarls and farts, and with everyone else it was the same shitty attitude, but once you throw a pretty girl in the mix, the dog pretends to be the cutest , sweetest angel put on the planet. 

And it was much worse if the lady in question was (f/n). 

When she was around he would give her large , rounded sweet eyes, making her coo at even the simplest things.

For a moment he let his attention fall onto the female instead, his  glaring eyes softened as he watched her slowly drift off.

'Ah...but I guess it's not so bad,' he tried to reason, a small smile rising as he watched the seemingly permanent worry cease from her brows.

The closer they drew, the more he could see the flesh beneath her (e/c) eyes darken. He knew she couldn’t sleep,and she didn’t have to openly admit it, it was plainly obvious to him.

DIO had nested a terror in her she couldn't shake, one that left her quivering, so much so that even after the wretched flesh bud that possessed her was removed, she was hesitant to betray him. 

And it was something Jean Pierre Polnareff could forget,

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(Flashback)

"He'll kill me…" she said with fright, true and utter fear visible in her (e/c) eyes as she panicked. 

Her stand rose to protect her as her arms pressed themselves close to her chest, hands trembling as they pressed over her quivering mouth.

"No matter what I do... He'll find me...and He’ll kill me!" She added, while crying out to the silver haired man, “Do you understand what you've done?” she choked out.

He wouldn't have mercy…

He’d see it as treason...

"I'll never be free from this nightmare," she sorrow filled. 

That day the Frenchman felt  sweetness, a draw to her that was desperate to protect her. 

Perhaps it was the part that missed his little sister, trying to find another reason to live, another thing to protect.

Something else to cling on...

He wasn’t entire sure what it was that fueled him, but he drew towards her. As he watched her tremble, he stepped forward, Silver Chariot drawn away.

“You’re going to be alright,” he told her, making sure to be slow with his steps to not alarm her further.

Shaking her head she muttered, “You don’t understand, He’ll kill me,” she responded back, her own stand drawn back.

He was uncertain on why it retreated, not knowing if she had a part of her willing to have him reach out to her, or that her mental state was just so weakened, her ability faltered.

Nonetheless, he took the chance.

His teeth pressed together as he reached out to her, hands placed at her cheeks, forcing her (e/c) eyes to stare right into his,

 “ Is this what you call living ? ” he asked her, knowing his voice was rougher than it should be, but he couldn't help it.

He felt himself snapping, something about the woman and her current state making him move in accordance to his heart, any rational thinking telling him to step back from the potential threat being ignored. 

“ Grovelling in fear... not living for yourself!” he went on. “wouldn't you rather live for yourself? Live for yourself than die without honor? Die being under control, stuck beneath that monster?” he asked her.

Her mouth moved , but she was wordless, gaping. 

"He’s too powerful,” she finally told him, “ And I...I’m afraid...I’m too weak...And I’m all alone...” she said with a voice so small it tunneled in through his cracked heart.

And it was right then and there he decided, 

“ He won’t touch you. “ He said lowly. 

She began to shake her head, not believing him, not convinced anything could save her, thinking her fate was sealed already.

“I won’t let him ,” He added, “ I swear to you nothing will ever harm you again,” he assured her, “ But you also have to fight...” he told her, urging her. 

The others watched, the dark haired teen stepping forward an inch as he spoke, 

“Tch, Good grief, “ Jotaro huffed, “ He’s not going to lay a hand on you,”  he told her, having had enough of the emotional display. “Not if I've got anything to say about it,” He said while pointing his thumb towards his chest, “And I’m sure we’re all on the same page with that , right?” he said with certainty, inclining his head back to the rest of the crew, receiving nothing but nods. 

And for once in what felt like a lifetime she felt growing assurance, 

‘You all have fear and yet, you move towards him,’ she observed. ‘Unlike me... ‘She added to herself, smiling bitterly. 

She felt self pity, a loathing as well, and at her sides her hands balled, shaking as she pressed her teeth together.

She learned she hadn't been the only one to be forced under his will, because so had the redheaded teenager allied with the Joestars, as well as the silver haired man that urged her to stand. 

The same one who still held her face in his hands, knelt right before her.

“I want to go with you all,” she said lowly, “ I want to join you not to be protected, but to end this,” she said raising her eyes to the deep blue’s before her.

Polnareff saw a hardened shine, easily compared to a glowing gem practically gleaming before him, and he was captivated,

Moved by her tears...

loured by her sweetness...

stunned by her glowing valor and will...

By then he was hooked, and slowly, but surely, Jean Pierre Polnareff had fallen in love with the woman for everything she was, aswell as who she attempted to grow into.

And at the time he hadn't been aware of the sentiment growing in her own heart. Unknown to him, the  proclamation to defend her stunned her, and while she was still fearful of the deadly creature , she believed him.

She believed that the silver haired man would defend her tooth and nail. She believed that he’d be there for her. 

And she also believed in the the men with him, all which assured her the same.

 Since that moment she’d been steadfast with her new resolve, not backing away despite the closer they drew to DIO, and even in spite of the taunting assurance of death she’d receive from his minions.

She was unwavering, showing courage, but even then he could see the linings beneath her eyes grow darker. 

She’d seemed so tired, that was until the mutt showed up...

He'd noticed that since the annoying dog had joined them she seemed much more well rested. 

She even seemed happier…

She smiled a lot more too...

She showed off that sweet grin more often that his heart was now uneasy, not knowing how much more of her it could take before it burst.

Her movements stopped entirely, her stroking hand laying over the dog's head, unmoving.

Iggy huffed, his little body buzzing with snores as he, too, fell into slumber.

“Good grief,” Jotaro grumbled as he stopped abruptly. “Have none of you have noticed?”  Kujo added with the same exasperation, looking at the four other males. 

 “What should we have noticed?” Polnareff asked obliviously.

At that, Jotaro spun around, his pointer and middle finger pointed towards the homely building's corner, 

“That woman’s been tailing us since we stepped foot here,” He said lowly.

It happened so fast, the men ambushing her before she could get a word in, 

 “I’m not the enemy!” She cried out, wiggling as the violet vines restrained her.