The beginning of the story is somewhat obsessive... But something happens...

And as I said before, it just came up in my head.

I know Jonathan isn't everyone's favorite and everyone likes the other two but look at it like this. If Jonathan never married Erina, if he had never met her before Dio, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure would have never existed at all. This is why I love all the Jojo's equally.

Anyways, enjoy this crappy story.

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You're the same age as Erina Pendleton and you go to the same school as her, Dio Brando, and...well...you already know who else is there.

It's the guy you're obsessed with, who you're always talking about, Jonathan Joestar.

You live close to Jonathan as much as possible, hiding from the police even though your parents died a year ago and you don't have any close living relatives. Your small house includes mostly everything that Jonathan owns, maybe a bit of girls body parts...but that doesn't matter does it?

You go to school that day to find Jonathan with Erina, going on one of their dates. You grow so jealous, so angry that once they're done with the date and he leaves her there in the sunset, you go up to her with your huge butcher knife, destined to ruin the relationship once and for all.

But you grow surprised as she turns around and screams for Jonathan, making you quickly put your hand over her mouth.

"Shut up!"
"Mmmmmm! MMMMMM!"
"Why do you want my Jojo?!"

Jonathan comes rushing back and glares at you, having his fists out.

"STAY AWAY FROM ERINA!"
He rushes over to you to grab Erina away from you. You quickly hide the knife behind your back and blush darkly as his eyes look into yours.

Then, all of a sudden, he kisses you...deeply and rough which makes you smile and kiss him back as Erina cries and rushes away, making you smile brightly.

Then,you hear a noise, a zipper sound. You wake up and pout as it's only a dream. The zipper sound is someone coming into your house. You quickly hide your stuff but it's too late as a police officer comes in and takes you to the school, making you scream and try to kick him but he keeps a good grip on you.

You're forced to strip out of the clothes and take a shower to clean off the dirt and blood off your body. Once you're done showering, he gives you new clothes to wear and you put them on. He puts your hair up in a bun, making you growl as you don't like being forced to act all normal.

He then tells you to go to class and after school is over to go to the police station. You roll your eyes as he leaves, then you go to your class, feeling all itchy from the dress and the way cold air comes to tickle the back of your neck.

When school is over, you go outside and go to the spot where Jonathan usually hangs out with Erina. You smile sweetly as you see him on his own this time but he's looking sad which makes you sad too. You're too afraid to ask what's wrong so you just stare and daydream about the dream you had last night.

"I wish he could kiss me like that in real life...with butterfly kisses...being in his arms...mmmmmm..."

Somehow he hears you say this and goes over to you, frowning more.

"[Y/N]?..."
You blush very darkly and speak shyly to him.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Did you kill Erina?..."

You grow wide eyed and look at him sadly.

"Why would I kill her?..."
"You've always been around me...the police told me Erina was walking around last night by her house when you came and told her to shut up before you stabbed her...and..."
"What?...I really did that?"
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! I DONT WANT YOU NEAR ME AGAIN! I HATE YOU!"

He walks away from you and you just look at nothing, feeling your heart beat painfully in your chest.

"He hates me?...Oh..."

Then your life changes...dramatically...
You go to the police station and you're immediately arrested for 5 counts of murder, 4 counts of attempted murder, and having possession of weapons. You're sentenced to prison for 5 years if you're good but you're mostly sentenced to 15 years, 9 for the counts of murder and 6 for the 6 weapons they found at your house.

You serve 6 years in the most terrifying prison they can put you in. You never saw the light, you lived with rats, rain made a puddle in a corner of your jail cell, you ate gruel and stale bread every day or you didn't eat at all because they didn't have any leftover for you. You had to sleep on the cold floor and they shaved your head. Sometimes, they would come in and see you shaking with fear, just a young girl who still has fears of not being able to make it out alive.

You wished Jonathan would have come to save the day, saying that he loves you and kissing you to make everything feel alright, but he never came at all. You never saw anyone but the police who came in to give you your food and beat you because they're fucked up people.

The day you were released, they gave you gruel and stale bread again but you let it go to the rats and you just curl up, thinking you're going to be here forever and never leave.

An hour or so, you see a policeman open the door and behind him is Jonathan himself, looking at you with a glare. You stand up slowly, looking at him sadly.

"Jonathan..."
Your voice is so weak that you say his name in a whisper and your hair hasn't grown back to its original length yet. He looks at you, his glare softened up, now looking at you with a frown.

"[Y/N]...they did this to you?..."
You can only nod your head, your legs shaking from being on the cold floor instead of moving around.

"I'm sorry...here let me help."
You gasp as you almost fall down but he catches you and smiles at you, making you look at him with fear.

"Please...don't hurt me..."
"I'm not going to. I would never hurt a woman."

You smile slightly as he carries you out of the place and carries you to his home, the mansion, and takes you to his room. He lays you down on the bed and then goes over to his closet. He pulls out some clothes of his and goes back to you.

"Here you go. It's not much but...I couldn't find a dress for you...but there's some ladies undergarments in the next room if you want to dress in there."
"Oh. Thanks, Jojo."
"No need to thank me, [Y/N]. I'm just here to help you."
"But...you hate me...you despise me..."

You turn around to look at him, frowning greatly.

"I kept telling them I didn't kill Erina. I never did kill her I swear! Please believe me!"
"I know you didn't kill her."
You grow wide eyed.
"But...6 years ago you said you know what you did...and that you'd never want to see me again."
"And I was wrong...I'm sorry I yelled at you...anger took over and I just..."

You peck his lips and smile sweetly, blushing deeply.
"I forgive you, Jojo. I always will."

You walk out of the room and shut the door, leaving him looking at nothing and blushing deeply as well.

You get dressed into the garter, corset and stockings that are there but instead of wearing his clothes, you cock your head and blush deeply as there's already a dress waiting for you.

You put the dress on and blush more as it fits you perfectly. You brush your hair gently in the mirror, humming a classical love song.

You flinch when you hear the door knock, blushing as you put the brush down.

"C-Come in."
"Are you dressed, [Y/N]?"
"Yes?..."

Jonathan comes in the room slowly and smiles sweetly, shutting the door behind him.

"Well then. How do you feel?"
"I'm glad to be out of there."
"Well you're going to be stuffed tonight with the dinner we're having."
"Oh? Where are we going?"
"To the dining room. We're making your favorite."
"M-My Favorite?"
"Yeah! Well..."
He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly.
"Dinner hasn't exactly been made yet...what is your favorite food anyway?"
"[Y/F/F]. Why?"
"Now we can make it. Come on."

He opens the door for you and holds your hand, kissing the back of it. You blush and smile sweetly, going down with him to the dining room.

You guys soon strike up a conversation, laughing when he says something funny and smiling whenever he talks to you. When the food is done, it's served at the table and you soon stare at the food on your plate. He chuckles, looking at you with a charming smile.

"Well,bthe food looks delicious. Eat, [Y/N]. Please."
You nod your head and slowly eat, smiling brightly when you savor your first bite.
"This is delicious!"
"Oh I just hoped so."
"Umm..."
He cocks his head as you look at him with your fork (or spoon or fork with knife) in your hand(s).
"Why are you...being nice to me all of a sudden?..."
"Look...you didn't kill Erina-"
"Then why was I almost counted for 30 years in prison? Instead they did half of that."
"Because I told them to. I noticed the records they put on you...but there was no way you could have done it. You were asleep in the bag...dreaming well but you weren't holding a weapon...besides...she's alive."

You grow wide eyed, dropping your silverware. You start stuttering, looking into his eyes.

"W-What?..."
"They managed to help her out. She's well."
"That must be good."
"I'm sorry you served 6 years in a prison that they told me was going to take care of you..."
"That's why I don't trust the police...I stay away from them so I don't go to a rat infested prison cell."
"I apologize...completely...it's all my fault..."
"It's okay...you wanted justice...students that I killed had families who wanted justice...they had it..."

The place then grew silent as you two ate dinner. He looks at you from time to time, taking a sip from his glass while trying to eat at the same time. That interrupts the silence as you laugh and blush.

"Jonathan!"
"S-Sorry..."
"I didn't know you'd ate like that."
"I like to...especially when I'm with you."

This makes you blush darkly and look away.

"Hey. [Y/N]. Look at me. For one second."

He has his hand on your chin, making you turn around and look into his eyes. His face is so close to yours and you can just hear his somewhat drunken breath.

"I love you..."
"I love you too."
He stares into your eyes, smiling sweetly.
"Can I kiss you? Your lips look so kissable..."
"I think you're drunk, Jonathan."
"Awww come on. Just one kiss on the lips?"
"Alright. Just one."

He gives you a gentle kiss, humming into the kiss. You kiss him back, humming too and smiling brightly.

Then, you pull away after he almost tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He pouts and you giggle.

"You're drunk."
"Nuh Uh!"
"Yeah huh, Mr. Joestar. I think you had enough wine for today."
"I hate you..."
"But yet you love me."

"I hate you but I love you."