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[TW - Detailed Violence]
The feeling that pooled in the girl’s stomach could only be described as what it felt like to churn butter. Her guts twisting around and sloshing into each other as her mind spun. One minute she had been a safe bystander, the next she had been hurled into a swirling ball of emotions, every part of her body spinning round and round until she finally smashed into the ground. A loud smacking sound erupting through the air as her head banged against the concrete. [Y/N] felt her soul leaving her body, the girl struggling to roll over and at least get a view of her surroundings. Adrenaline racked through her body, she knew that if she had been teleported somewhere she was sure to be attacked almost immediately, and she knew nothing about this new stand user. Luckily for her, Arcobaleno was doing poorly, if not worse than [Y/N] was doing. Their body was in shambles, a shaking mess from the constant abuse from Kenji. While they physically sustained little to no injuries they still felt as if their body had been beaten over and over again, they might have even experienced death judging from what Kenji said.
The second that [Y/N] even remotely gained the strength to get up, the girl was on her feet. Her head still throbbed and the world still spun but she knew that laying on the floor in pain would only hurt her more. Supporting herself with a nearby wall the girl steadied her gaze over to a shaking Arcobaleno. Despite looking like they were on death's door, their skin was a lot more vibrant than it had been. Actually, taking a step back and looking at the assassin in full, [Y/N] realized that everything about them was more colorful. They had tan skin, the eyebags that used to make their skin look sunken and ghoul-like was a vibrant pink. Fluffy tufts of lime green hair framed their face, and if she squinted she could almost see black roots underneath the tufts. While they looked a lot less menacing than they had earlier, [Y/N] still figured that they would pose some sort of threat if she stayed there. Grabbing onto the walls that lined Pompeii the girl ducked behind a wall. Her lack of balance caused her to fall over, but even on the ground [Y/N] continued to grapple against the ground, pulling herself through another smaller room.
After minutes of laying on the ground in pain, Arcobaleno found the strength to stand up. They were shaky at first, but unlike [Y/N] the second they found the strength to carry on, they had already summoned their stand ability. From the cracks of the wall [Y/N] watched as Arcobaleno seemed to be talking to something, a large astronaut helmet materializing in their hands. The assassin turned the helmet over, before putting it on and flicking the visor down and nodding towards something that [Y/N] couldn’t exactly make out. Diverting her attention from Arcobaleno [Y/N] turned over to rifle through whatever was in her bag, her hands ghosting over a small clunky object. The second [Y/N]’s fingers grasped the material that made up Narancia’s switchblade, she wrenched it out of her bag, quickly flipping the blade out. Armed and slightly disoriented the girl slowly got up, careful of her surroundings. She moved carefully towards a wall, peaking out slightly only to have a blunt force hit her straight in the nose. [Y/N] recoiled and hit the ground, reeling from the impact. Her eyes looked up to what had hit there but there was nothing there. However, she quickly heard footsteps, realizing that her cursing had alerted Arcobaleno. [Y/N] scrambled up to her feet and behind a wall, clutching the blade she had close to her side.
Unlike what she had done with Formaggio, [Y/N] was no longer in a position where she could threaten her own life in exchange for being left in peace. Arcobaleno wasn’t after her as leverage for getting to Diavolo, no they were out for blood, and they probably wouldn’t rest until her head was served up on a platter. This left her to strategize about what she knew, or what little she could figure out. Arcobaleno’s stand had to do something with world warping. So it should be close to Illuso. Except Illuso or J. Geil’s abilities relied on just being able to pass through things. As far as the girl could see she was just in an exact copy of the world she was in earlier with no difference. The only key difference was that the assassin seemed to be more vibrant than he was when they were in the normal world duking it out.
‘Maybe their stand has something to do with altering the intensity of colors?’ The girl thought to herself. Though as much as that ability made sense it didn't seem like that would be the kind of ability a hardened assassin had. There had to be something more to it that the girl wasn’t aware of.
Too busy theorizing the girl only snapped out of her daze when she felt cold clammy hands grab her hand and yank her to the side, Throwing her into the open and then slamming her in the back, [Y/N] making friends with the ground once again. Down on the hard ground of the ruins [Y/N] found her face getting crushed deeper into the ground. [Y/N] let out a small gasp as she choked up blood before the invisible figure yanked her head back up and slammed it back down into the ground. They continued to repeat bashing her head relentlessly into the ground until [Y/N]’s face had been beaten into a meaty bloody pulp.
Darkness enveloped the girl followed by a bright blinding flash of white light. [Y/N] crumpled to the ground and grasped her face, her breath ragged and broken. She felt as if her heart was slamming repeatedly against her chest, and she held in sobs. She was alive. She was still alive. It was hard to believe, she had felt every assault on her face, the excruciating pain still pricking up against her skin. She couldn’t cry, she shouldn’t cry. Everything that had just happened to her wasn’t real, but it felt so vivid. Slowly, with her arms shaking and her heart still battering she got up to stare at the options in front of her. Written in their sickenly sweet lettering [Y/N]’s eyes scanned over the text that informed her of her failing the level. Looking around, Kenji was notably missing from the void, she wouldn’t be getting any help from him. Sucking in a dry breath, [Y/N] pressed the ‘try again button’.
[Y/N] was thrust up against the ground again, but unlike last time where she had been visibly confused and struggled to get around she was more composed. The girl pulled out the weapon Narancia had given her and stalked over to Arcobaleno’s mildly conscious body. She rolled them over and sat herself down on their chest. The blade pressing firmly against Arcobaleno’s throat. The cool metal of [Y/N]’s knife against their neck snapped Arcobaleno out of their daze.
“Say anything that isn’t telling me what the hell is going on right now and I’ll slit your throat.”
Arcobaleno sucked in a dry breath.
“Fuck off.”
[Y/N] pressed the knife deeper into their throat, drawing small prickles of blood.
“My stand’s name is No Wind Resistance.”
“And?”
“You have five minutes before you experience sensory overload and die.”
“And I can stop this how?”
“Eat shit.”
[Y/N] dryly swallowed and made a slitting motion with her wrist only to feel something grab at her wrist, holding the knife back and away from their throat. The thing holding back [Y/N]’s wrist proceeded to snap her wrist backwards. A cry of raw pain left [Y/N]’s lips, the girl screaming in agony after having her wrist snapped. Clutching her hand she started sobbing as the hands moved up from her wrist to her head. Death-like fingers held the sides of her head, [Y/N] too preoccupied with the immense pain to notice. In one swift motion the figure snapped her neck to the side, [Y/N] collapsing and being enveloped in darkness once again.
Everything hurt.
She couldn’t feel her wrist at all, despite it being fully functional. She was in a state of pain that the girl had never experienced. Never in watching Jojo could she have imagined the type of excruciating pain that the characters went through was that bad. In childhood the girl had injured herself before, but never had she had her neck snapped or her head beaten up against the ground. Those were the kind of injuries that most never survived, but [Y/N] had, and it was starting to break every part of her spirit. The girl crawled over to the two buttons, still trying to process if she was even alive anymore.
Maybe she had died in her sleep and she was in some sort of elaborate fantasy. Maybe hell was real and she was in it. Either way, [Y/N] felt her heart drop when she made eye contact with the title card that sat across from her. She didn’t know if she wanted to continue, if her spirit would allow it. Surely if she was in some sort of Isekai harem, nothing too bad could happen to her. As long as she trudged on and didnt think of demon maids or horned rabbits she would be fine.
[Y/N] slammed her fist against the button and immediately fell to the ground. However, unlike the last two times, she nimbly got up and pulled out the knife before making a run for it to some better cover. Last time she tried to attack Arcobaleno their stand had gotten the jump on her and had managed to snap her neck. The other time the same thing had happened, but that had most likely been due to the noises and whimpers she had been making. Looking down at her skirt the girl cringed knowing what she was about to do. [Y/N] took her knife and carefully cut two inches off of her skirt, praying that she didn't end up slicing up her thighs in the process.Once she had made a clean-ish cut, the girl bit down on the fabric and wrapped it around her mouth, creating a sort of gag to limit any cries of agony. She then sat down in the small corner.
As [Y/N] sat there her eyes started to twitch, and burn, and she noticed something different about the world around her. Everything was seemingly brighter, as if someone had taken the color customizer tool and pumped the saturation up ever so slightly. Resting her head up against the wall the girl tried to think about what she knew about Arcobalenos stand. She knew it had something to do with space, as evident by their helmet, and their whole getup. Thinking back to the real world she tried to recall what the song's album cover was, or at least something that could help her. Finally, after minutes of thinking, it hit her.
No Wind Resistance was a song that the girl remembered listening to briefly, but the album cover did stick out. It was incredibly bright and saturated, the colors almost scratching at her eyes when she had first glanced at them. The song itself didn’t seem to hold any meaning towards her attackers stand, which meant that there had to be something related to color. Looking back closely at the world around her [Y/N] stared intensely at her surroundings, and just as she had suspected, everything was just mildly more saturated.
‘So this is what Arcobaleno meant when they said she would experience sensory overload and die.’
The girl thought to herself. If she was correct, that meant that their helmet was some form of protection against the discoloration that their stand induced to the world. So all she theoretically had to do was smash the glass and they should release the grip on her and then she could beat the ever loving shit out of them when they were on the ground and reeling. Ignoring the fact that astronaut helmets were known for being able to take an inane amount of force the girl poked her head out of the corner. Arcobaleno walked back and forth in the opening, their gaze fixed out on the ruins before them. Their view occasionally flitted from side to side as they made sure to cover all surroundings. However, their placement up against the wall left the girl with a mild opening, something she jumped at immediately.
The girl's sneakers tiptoed carefully behind walls as to not be spotted by her assailant. Using what little will to carry on that she had left in her body, the girl grabbed the top of the wall behind Arcobaleno and hoisted herself up, steadying herself up on the thin ledge before taking a deep breath in and out.
Arcobaleno first felt an intense force and then the wind being completely knocked out of them. The full force of something crashing down on the assassin slammed them into the ground, a crunching noise following their descent. Quickly, the assassin summoned their stand to come aid them, but the second they heard the sound of glass shattering, they knew they were fucked. Biting down on her gag [Y/N] huffed and puffy, the girl continued to slam the helmet down into the ground.
“Release! Your! GODDAMN STAND! NOW.” The girl shouted, slamming their head down into the pavement each time she spoke. [Y/N] never thought she would have been capable of that degree of violence, but as she continued to slam their head down she could only find herself justifying it for the amount of physical pain she had gone through. Letting out a wheeze, Arcobaleno found himself face to face with the girl he was supposed to kill. She gripped her hands to the side of their helmet, ignoring how the glass cut into her hands.
Her hair was frazzled, a disturbed look painting her features. Arcobaleno could smell the blood as it dribbled from her hands down onto his face, the cool metallic scent puddling around the insides of his helmet as well. Her breaths ran ragged as she just gripped onto their helmet and huffed. They felt frozen, staring at the girl in complete shock. They couldn’t even find the strength to get up and attempt to fight back against the girl. They just stood laid there in complete silence, praying for some god to come and save them.
Then, as if some miracle, the all too blue sky flickered to its normal dreary grey. The assassin let out a sigh of relief, beginning to stand up, as [Y/N] fell to the side off of them, however their relief was cut short when their grey eyes made eye contact with bright yellow irises.
‘Weren’t his eyes brown?’ was the last rational thought to go through the assassin’s mind before a sickening squelch and crunch rang out through the empty square.
They looked down, dumbfounded, only to find the man’s arm lodged in his chest, where his heart should be. The arm was just as quickly removed, and the doomed assassin looked up just in time to see their killer’s other arm swinging a classic broadsword, that seemingly appeared out of thin air, towards their neck. The thing that inspired the most fear in the dying mind of Arcobaleno was the fact that his killer was completely expressionless, not a hint of rage or sadness, simply blank.
The second the assassin had been confirmed dead Kenji’s expression flickered back to how it normally was, the man now aware of a slumped [Y/N] by his side. The girl's bloodied hands held his sides and her face was nuzzled into his vest, using it as a mock tissue, to little effect, due to the influence of his stand. Warming up slightly, Kenji patted her head and sighed, ruffling her hair ever so slightly.
“You’re safe now,” he hummed. Wiping a little bit of the assassins blood off of his own hands. “You’re safe.”