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Questioning
Title: Questioning
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable
Character(s): Kira, Shinobu, Hayato
Pairing(s): Kira/Shinobu
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1,090
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Post-Deadman's Questions. Kira meets someone he recognizes.
Notes: I think this is my 100th AO3 JoJo fic.
Kira has been dead for eight months and seven days when he glances over at a woman across the aisle from him on a bus and thinks, ‘I recognize her.’
Then he tries to remember where he recognizes her from. Racking his brain comes up with her name as Shinobu Kawajiri, but he cannot for the life of him (har har) remember what circumstances they met in. She definitely was not involved in any of his jobs. It’s possible he overheard her name going about his daily routine, and it stuck with him for some reason, but even then, what are the odds that she might be more important than that...?
This might be the first new piece of information he’s remembered of his life in ages. He has to utilize it fully. Should he call out to her? If he does, should he use her name? She might recognize him, but then again she might not, and even if she does there’s no guarantee that they were on good terms.
They are at their stop, and Shinobu is getting up to go, is starting to leave and he has to make a decision-
“Kawajiri-san,” he starts, trying not to sound too desperate. When she whirls to look at him in confusion, he nods his head toward her seat. “You forgot your purse.”
“Oh, thank you.” She picks up her purse, then turns back to him, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“...I thought we had, but perhaps I was thinking of someone else.” It’s what he can think of on the spot that sounds vaguely natural, and only vaguely. Still looking confused and now suspicious, Shinobu holds her purse to her chest and leaves the bus.
Of course, he does some following up on her. What he finds raises more questions than it answers them.
Kosaku Kawajiri, her husband, has been missing and presumed dead for about as long as Kira has been dead. Kira knows that isn’t his name, and had she been his wife she surely would have recognized him… he assumes he looked the same in life as he does now, at least. Yet it’s too close to be sheer coincidence. He finds her address, and tries to come up with a plan.
The Kawajiri residence is fairly average in appearance, at least from the outside. He hides until she’s out of the house and her son is at school, then slips inside to do some investigating.
...Who keeps cameras in their own house? Judging by the tapes he finds in Hayato’s bedroom, they’re his. What a weird kid. He could go through all of them, but there are tons, and he doesn’t know where to begin.
Kira’s rifling through labeled tapes, trying to find the one whose dates are closest to the time of his death, when he hears footsteps coming up the stairs. Panicking, he opens the window and climbs out onto the roof to hide, while wondering how Hayato returned from school so soon. He even manages to shut the window again before Hayato reaches his room.
Kira can hear Hayato open the door. His attention is probably drawn at once to his tapes in disarray on the floor. Kira hadn’t had time to put them back. “So that guy was here. I knew it,” Hayato says. “I’m never going to doubt my instincts again, not after what happened to Dad with Kira Yoshikage.”
Well. That’s a sign of something being related to him if he ever heard one. Kira creeps as close as he dares, and then is startled by Hayato sticking his head out of the window and glaring at him.
“You think I don’t know where the exits from my own room are?” Hayato says. “Who the hell are you?!” He reaches to grab Kira and Kira backs away, thankful for not the first time that ghosts are almost always capable of flight. He hardly ever uses it because it doesn’t fit into his normal life, but it has saved him from human contact more than once, and now it’s saving him from having to try to stay stable on a roof.
“I apologize, I was just trying to investigate who I was when I was alive.” Kira figures that the fact that he has a leg through a rooftop at the moment lends credence to his claim of being dead. Hayato doesn’t seem terribly surprised. “You probably know more about me than I do. All I know right now is that I’ve met your mother sometime before, and my name is ‘Kira Yoshikage’.”
Hayato’s expression darkens. “So that’s what you really look like.”
“I take it we weren’t friends.” It’s hardly even a guess at this point. Hayato looks like he wants to tear him limb from limb.
“You killed my dad. You were a serial killer for who knows how many years, and to keep yourself from being caught you killed Dad and took his face, you stayed in my house in Mom’s bed and you almost killed me too-” Hayato takes another swipe at him, but can’t reach. “How dare you come here again?! How dare you bother my mom again when you should be in Hell for what you did!”
Kira takes all of that in. Though he should be shocked to hear about his past, it sounds about right. He knows he was never destined for Heaven, and something like that would definitely keep him out.
“I see. Thank you, that’s more than I knew before. Could I ask you for a favor?” Kira asks.
Hayato says nothing, merely continues glaring.
“Could you not tell your mother I was here? I’m sure the death of her husband must distress her terribly, and I don’t want to make that worse.”
It’s odd, because normally he doesn’t care much about other people, but the thought of making a woman that he’s only seen once on a bus cry upsets him. He’d like to speak with her more, but the risk of hurting her is more discouraging than the risk that her son would destroy him at the first chance he got.
“...I wasn’t going to tell her anyway.” Hayato folds his arms. “Get out. Don’t come back again.”
Kira doesn’t want to stay. It’s too confusing, thinking like this. It disturbs his peaceful routine. So, he leaves, and tries to put the encounter out of his mind.
How funny. He’s the one who’s a ghost, but it’s her that’s going to be haunting him now.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable
Character(s): Kira, Shinobu, Hayato
Pairing(s): Kira/Shinobu
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1,090
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Post-Deadman's Questions. Kira meets someone he recognizes.
Notes: I think this is my 100th AO3 JoJo fic.
Kira has been dead for eight months and seven days when he glances over at a woman across the aisle from him on a bus and thinks, ‘I recognize her.’
Then he tries to remember where he recognizes her from. Racking his brain comes up with her name as Shinobu Kawajiri, but he cannot for the life of him (har har) remember what circumstances they met in. She definitely was not involved in any of his jobs. It’s possible he overheard her name going about his daily routine, and it stuck with him for some reason, but even then, what are the odds that she might be more important than that...?
This might be the first new piece of information he’s remembered of his life in ages. He has to utilize it fully. Should he call out to her? If he does, should he use her name? She might recognize him, but then again she might not, and even if she does there’s no guarantee that they were on good terms.
They are at their stop, and Shinobu is getting up to go, is starting to leave and he has to make a decision-
“Kawajiri-san,” he starts, trying not to sound too desperate. When she whirls to look at him in confusion, he nods his head toward her seat. “You forgot your purse.”
“Oh, thank you.” She picks up her purse, then turns back to him, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“...I thought we had, but perhaps I was thinking of someone else.” It’s what he can think of on the spot that sounds vaguely natural, and only vaguely. Still looking confused and now suspicious, Shinobu holds her purse to her chest and leaves the bus.
Of course, he does some following up on her. What he finds raises more questions than it answers them.
Kosaku Kawajiri, her husband, has been missing and presumed dead for about as long as Kira has been dead. Kira knows that isn’t his name, and had she been his wife she surely would have recognized him… he assumes he looked the same in life as he does now, at least. Yet it’s too close to be sheer coincidence. He finds her address, and tries to come up with a plan.
The Kawajiri residence is fairly average in appearance, at least from the outside. He hides until she’s out of the house and her son is at school, then slips inside to do some investigating.
...Who keeps cameras in their own house? Judging by the tapes he finds in Hayato’s bedroom, they’re his. What a weird kid. He could go through all of them, but there are tons, and he doesn’t know where to begin.
Kira’s rifling through labeled tapes, trying to find the one whose dates are closest to the time of his death, when he hears footsteps coming up the stairs. Panicking, he opens the window and climbs out onto the roof to hide, while wondering how Hayato returned from school so soon. He even manages to shut the window again before Hayato reaches his room.
Kira can hear Hayato open the door. His attention is probably drawn at once to his tapes in disarray on the floor. Kira hadn’t had time to put them back. “So that guy was here. I knew it,” Hayato says. “I’m never going to doubt my instincts again, not after what happened to Dad with Kira Yoshikage.”
Well. That’s a sign of something being related to him if he ever heard one. Kira creeps as close as he dares, and then is startled by Hayato sticking his head out of the window and glaring at him.
“You think I don’t know where the exits from my own room are?” Hayato says. “Who the hell are you?!” He reaches to grab Kira and Kira backs away, thankful for not the first time that ghosts are almost always capable of flight. He hardly ever uses it because it doesn’t fit into his normal life, but it has saved him from human contact more than once, and now it’s saving him from having to try to stay stable on a roof.
“I apologize, I was just trying to investigate who I was when I was alive.” Kira figures that the fact that he has a leg through a rooftop at the moment lends credence to his claim of being dead. Hayato doesn’t seem terribly surprised. “You probably know more about me than I do. All I know right now is that I’ve met your mother sometime before, and my name is ‘Kira Yoshikage’.”
Hayato’s expression darkens. “So that’s what you really look like.”
“I take it we weren’t friends.” It’s hardly even a guess at this point. Hayato looks like he wants to tear him limb from limb.
“You killed my dad. You were a serial killer for who knows how many years, and to keep yourself from being caught you killed Dad and took his face, you stayed in my house in Mom’s bed and you almost killed me too-” Hayato takes another swipe at him, but can’t reach. “How dare you come here again?! How dare you bother my mom again when you should be in Hell for what you did!”
Kira takes all of that in. Though he should be shocked to hear about his past, it sounds about right. He knows he was never destined for Heaven, and something like that would definitely keep him out.
“I see. Thank you, that’s more than I knew before. Could I ask you for a favor?” Kira asks.
Hayato says nothing, merely continues glaring.
“Could you not tell your mother I was here? I’m sure the death of her husband must distress her terribly, and I don’t want to make that worse.”
It’s odd, because normally he doesn’t care much about other people, but the thought of making a woman that he’s only seen once on a bus cry upsets him. He’d like to speak with her more, but the risk of hurting her is more discouraging than the risk that her son would destroy him at the first chance he got.
“...I wasn’t going to tell her anyway.” Hayato folds his arms. “Get out. Don’t come back again.”
Kira doesn’t want to stay. It’s too confusing, thinking like this. It disturbs his peaceful routine. So, he leaves, and tries to put the encounter out of his mind.
How funny. He’s the one who’s a ghost, but it’s her that’s going to be haunting him now.