JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Kakyoin x Reader: "I Promise"

It was your only choice: to confront the man who did this to you, and to somehow keep hope that everything would work out in the end. Your first memory was pain, shooting through your head, your spine, every inch of your body trembling and covered in sweat. Then the release. It felt like a red hot iron pin had been stabbed through your forehead. Then slowly numbness spread through your body. You heard voices. A deep growl of a man cursing, a low voice somewhat panicked. And then a soft voice. A melodious voice. Your eyelids flooded open to take in the scene.

Dark eyes, a deep violet color. A long strand of crimson hair draped down to frame his face, almost dangling far enough to tickle your cheek. His eyebrows raised gently, his shapely lips parting in surprise. Clumsily, you lifted your hand to graze the side of his soft face, just to make sure that he wasn't an illusion. At that moment, a wave of panic hit you. Where were you? What was going on? Who was this man?

Who were you?

You sat up, heartbeat ringing in your ears as you took in a large gulp of air. Your lips began to form words, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. A firm but gentle hand pressed against your shoulder, helping you to lay back down. You heard the melodious voice again.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're safe." You looked back into his eyes, which were filled with compassion and worry. A tear slipped down your cheek.

"Who am I?"

That had been weeks ago. You had no option but to trust what the men told you: Your name was (y/n) (l/n), or, at least, that was how you had introduced yourself to them. Before you attacked them. You apparently held out for a long while, giving the old man a bloody nose and the Egyptian a broken rib. But the red-headed one had finally knocked you unconscious.

His name was Kakyoin Noriaki, and would always be the closest to your heart as he was the first face you had seen after you had lost your memory. His friend, Jotaro, had tried to extract the flesh bud from your head as he had done with both Kakyoin and Polnareff before, but this time the victim, you , had not escaped unscathed. The surgery had gone wrong, resulting in your amnesia.

But you didn't blame Jotaro or Kakyoin or any of them for your current state. You blamed Dio. And that was why you chose to travel with the five of them, to defeat the man who stole your former life from you, and hopefully to gain insight about your past.

You always tried to keep a smile on your face, no matter how it was hard at times. Just after you had started to warm up to the gang, an imposter had disguised himself as Kakyoin (and received the beating of his life on your behalf). The real Kakyoin had then helped fight alongside you against two of Dio's servants: Hol Horse and J. Geil. And, when you weren't battling the enemy, you would relax and rest in the boys room, learning all you could about their past, about what had brought them up to this point, about the dangers you would face in the future.

"So, really really important question here," You piped up, splayed out across the hotel bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"Yes, (y/n)?" Kakyoin's voice always made you smile. He was sitting on the twin bed opposite you, so you sat up to face him.

"Why do you like cherries so much?" You smiled mischievously, and he laughed

in reply.

"Must I have a reason?" Kakyoin smiled slyly. Jotaro chimed in, sitting at the desk in the corner.

"Just go away if you're not gonna say anything useful."

Kakyoin sighed at these words.

"Jotaro, give her some time–"

"How about this: how did you guys find out about your stands? I still don't really get how they work."

Jotaro let out a groan of annoyance and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. You felt a bit hurt at his display of disgust, but Kakyoin smiled sweetly.