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Warm my Soul- Naga!Jotaro Chapter 2 (1/2) Study Master Disaster

Hey everyone, I thought I'd drop in and give at least half the chapter of 2 for you guys to have something to eat. I apologize for the lateness, a lot happened over Christmas and I've been stepping away from the JoJo community as a whole due to it. Things are rough here and I find I have little time to enjoy life, let alone write. Been dabbling on this chapter for too long and wanted to give what I have for now. Just know Im still here, just trying to find sanity and recover. <3 - Rhae

The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially thought. Upon further investigation, you realized how much effort had truly gone into making this home for him. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was as if they had plucked a chunk of the Naga's natural habitat up and put it in Washington State.

Thankfully, nothing in there was severely dangerous that might harm the faculty or Jotaro. However, after nearly a year and a half of stable recovery, Jotaro had regained the majority of his weight and was almost fully recuperated. This meant most things didn't threaten him anymore, as he was now a wall of sheer muscle. No one could force Jotaro to do anything against his will, which was both a blessing and a curse as his care took on new rules and roles.

On one hand, this meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

But on the other hand, this meant playing to his good side. If you could find it, since his distrust of people was only cemented after the big 'A' Incident' as your coworkers came to call it. Still, some people tried to push their luck with him some days, making him more quick to snap.

If fortunate, you'd escape with your bones intact but a few bruises. Those unlucky would be wearing a cast at minimum.

Kyoshi had warned you and others during Jotaro's recovery that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their bulk and sheer muscle, one would think they moved slowly. But that was not the case. Naga could move swiftly and quietly when motivated, crushing their prey with alarming strength that would only get stronger as they grew.

And they never stopped growing.

As if that wasn't bad enough, each Naga was equipped with potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat at a young age, with older Naga killing within forty seconds. When asked, Kyoshi refused to elaborate on how the venom worked, merely stating that: "Dead is dead, regardless of how you get there."

So, seeing as you had become Jotaro's primary caretaker, there were often moments when your mind would run rampant with thoughts of him lashing out at you in a fit of anger.

Though you knew in your heart that he wasn't like that. Jotaro may have been an odd cryptid. Silent, reclusive, and poor social skills all lined up to make him seem like a wall that would lash out at any moment. But you knew Jotaro enjoyed company that wasn't there to irke him and that he was polite and cordial to those that gave him respect. So you figured, after everything, the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom were....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras you had met on your second day in the man-made rainforest were joyfully friendly after several 'snack' filled encounters and would come trotting from their sunbathing spots to greet you every morning thereafter.

Perhaps a little too eager for snacks and their beloved 'scritches.' A word shared by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata, who was typically tasked with giving you the healthier snack buckets on your way in after a noticeable weight gain had been noted in the animals. Jotaro always gave her a weird look when he decided to wait for you at the entrance and saw you talking to the woman. She never said anything out of place, just interesting facts about cryptids and animals, but you never had the guts to ask Jotaro why.

Some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man as time passed, and no matter how much you reminded them about Angela, they still flapped their lips in gossip. Eventually, you had given up as people would assume things with or without encouragement. Deep inside, though, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world, regardless of how others viewed the relationship.

Like a lifeline, you were his bridge to civilization. Or so you hoped. But humility usually beat that thought into the dust when it reared its ugly head. You were never the type to boast or view yourself better than others. The world had enough of those kinds of people already. You just wanted to help in any way that you could.

So you began to delve into researching Naga in a subtle effort to find ways of helping Jotaro. One day, you asked Tomoko about Naga's, and she practically talked your ear off in excitement as they were her favorite. An interesting note of information from her was that Nagas typically are multiple species of snakes in one, Jotaro being a mixture between a Green Anaconda, reticulated Python, and the King Cobra. This explained his massive size, along with the type of venom he made and its extreme potency.

He wasn't so thrilled when you asked about his heritage, eyeing you with suspicion as he straightened during one of your morning walks. Two Toucans, one named Fruit and the other Loops, bounced on his tail in excitement, thinking it was time for treats.

"Why do you want to know?" he had asked sternly, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes.

"I just thought-" you hesitated, hands suddenly shaking as his shadow overcasted you. "Maybe it could help?"

Jotaro tutted in annoyance and had turned to you sharply. "Our deal doesn't include my past. Don't ask again." You shrunk down and nodded till he finally relented and continued the slither along, though he refused to speak further till you returned to his home to begin your work together.

The deal.

An accidental mishap, a sheer off-chance that somehow earned you a sliver of his trust. The Naga had caught you studying for a test during two-person care that had been initiated after Angela to prevent further offenses to the facility's residents. By being new to the facility, Jotaro had given you the benefit of the doubt of not being involved with Angela and that your care for him was genuine and not out of unwanted lust or illegal desires. While your coworker was on the phone in the next room, letting the doctors know that Jotaro had refused to eat or take his medicine again, it happened.

"What are you reading?" the Naga had asked you, causing you to jump in fright and launch the book across the room. The Naga frowned at your response, leaving you staring at him with your mouth wide open in shock.

He had never spoken before or deigned a reason to use words over hissing and growling.

Yet, there he was, asking about your homework. Stuttering, you tried to apologize, but Jotaro tutted in annoyance, "Just answer the damn question," he rumbled darkly.

While part of your brain went wild over what was happening, the other, more rational section was screaming danger and to flee. When Jotaro wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to return to his nap, you blurted out: "Oscar Veilto's Domain of Earth and Air."

To your surprise, he turned back to you with curiosity in his eyes. "Odd book for casual reading," Jotaro remarked dryly.

"It-I'm studying to be a Domain Nurse," you tried to clarify, blushing as you looked away in embarrassment. There's nothing like telling your patient you're studying him as part of your school work to start a healthy conversation...

"What did you think of his assessment of Pheonix's in chapter thirteen?" he continued, asking casually, but Jotaro's eyes belied the interest that was gripping him.

"Well, I thought he focused too much on how they mated, rather than why. Being born full of mercury gives them very little time to adjust or adapt to a new way of making young. Spontaneously combusting alive in an effort to burn away their poison tends to leave little room for descendants to change and become more." You rolled your hand as you talked, making gentle gestures as you pictured the bird in your hands.

Freezing on the spot, you nervously look at Jotaro, fearing the worst for running your mouth. Only, he was gazing at you with an intense look. Observing you down to the details. Gulping, you go to apologize when he suddenly nodded in agreement. "Yes, deeply flawed observations on Veilto's behalf. It's pitiful that they still have it in circulation for newer generations to base even more flawed hypotheses on. And people still wonder why they went extinct....."

You could feel yourself gaping again at him in shock. It was the most Jotaro had ever talked...ever. All because you had brought in a biology book on Cryptids. Coughing as you reigned your expression, you hesitantly ask, "Do...you know a lot about Cryptids?"

Jotaro deadpanned at you, the monitor in the background beeping loudly before the end of his tail twitched. "Perhaps...." he murmured, sinking into his pillows as he cast his gaze away.

You hurried to apologize, but the opening had sealed shut, like the snapping of a bear trap, and Jotaro returned to ignoring everything around him like a rock with moss growing on it.

You thought it was an opportunity gone and lost. Trying to put it behind you, you focused on studying again after retrieving your book.

Then, to add insult to injury, you failed the test miserably the following day. It was almost comical.

Almost.

While you swore you wouldn't be caught dead studying for a test at work again, during your next dual caretaking of Jotaro, he practically sprung on you. Verbally, that is.

"Failed the test?" He had hummed in observation the minute your coworker had stepped out to grab more rolls of gauze.

Caught off guard, you merely turned to look at him, pen frozen above the report you were making. "P-pardon?" you asked, tongue tripping over itself.

"The test," Jotaro repeated, eyes narrowing slightly at you, "The one you were studying for." When you still stared at him in perpetual shock, he sighed deeply before explaining further, "Veilto's Domain?"

A sharp rush of heat hit your face as you blushed in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" you had muttered mostly to yourself.

Jotaro's lips quirked slightly, barely noticeable in your staggered state. "I know the emotional distress a bad test in college can do..." The Naga continued.

A short laugh escaped you at the insanity of such a comment. A Cryptid, talking to a human about college tests.

This was absurd.

"Must have been a horrible score," Jotaro noted, eyeing you up and down again, forked tongue escaping his mouth to taste the air.

He had never done that before.

The opening had returned.

Your gut clenched in warning, but your heart chimed to you in a soft voice.

'Go on, tell him," it said.

"Twenty out of a hundred," You sighed in defeat, looking down in shame. Jotaro huffed, a strange noise from his frail body that made you worry.

Looking up at him again, you tried not to pry or seem desperate to keep the conversation going. He clearly had trauma from something, which meant you could only lead him so far out of his prison which was his mind and body.

Several minutes passed, and you feared that the opening had clamped shut on you once more. But then, "Who is your teacher?"

Eyebrows knitting, you looked around to see if this was some sort of prank. "Mr.Garauange," you answered.

Jotaro's eyebrows shot up, "That old wrinkly toad is still alive?"

"Unfortunately," you rubbed your temple just thinking of him. "Most bitter man I've ever met. Feels like he enjoys watching you suffer."

"He does," Jotaro answered with a snap of his jaws. You blinked twice in confusion before he waved your concern off. "I was under him for almost four years before he gave up on teaching 'my kind.'"

"Were you.... the one that got away?" you hesitantly asked, your fingers becoming clammy at the braveness of the question.

Jotaro laughed. Actually laughed. Dark and thrumming even in his weakened state. "Is that what he named me? Good grief, he couldn't come up with something more subtle....or original?"

Shuffling slightly, you nervously giggled at his joke, unsure how else to respond. The Naga fell silent, eyes distant as he became lost in thought. "Does he still allow a single retaking for failed tests?" Jotaro questioned, focusing his attention on you once more. You nod, and the Naga smirked devilishly. "Good, hand me your book," he grunted as he pulled himself up on his bed.

Now, you blanched in horror. "Why?" you demanded in fear, clutching your book to your chest like an elderly woman with their purse.

Jotaro snorted and huffed twice as he settled into a better reading position, "I want to play a little game on the toad." Extending an arm, he made a grabby motion. When you opened your mouth to refuse, he rolled his eyes and his hand. "Humor a sick cryptid." Looking around wildly, you expected some show host to come out and exclaim that you were just punked.

Or whatever they called pranks these days.

When nothing happened, a hot flush made you realize a drop of sweat was rolling down your face. Inhaling deeply, you thought to yourself, was offering a simple book and getting educational help from a nearly extinct species that hard?

The answer was yes, yes, it was.

With a herculean effort, you stepped forward and cautiously handed the book over. Jotaro took it from you respectfully, his massive hand holding the human-sized book like a small notebook. Carefully, Jotaro pulled it in and nestled it in front of him. A sneer crossed his face, "Personally edited by the toad himself... Good grief, I take it he expects you to take his words as law?" He opened it with the tentativeness of someone risking getting bitten.

You let Jotaro read for a few minutes, apprehensive as he glossed over the chapter you had marked for reconsumption. "Fae, huh?" he remarked after turning a few more pages. "Easy to get lost here. They range from pixies to faries and even changelings. Do you remember which one he chose for the test?"

"All of them..." You say softly as you rub your arm and look away from his piercing gaze.

"Of course he did," Jotaro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Asshole."

Hearing him swear threw you off a bit, making you jerk back to gape at him with puzzlement. A smidge of understanding hit you. Like switching shoes to ones that fit better, not perfect, but less tight and restrictive. You watched in silence for a few minutes as Jotaro perused the book.

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rhaemaya-valwynn · 1 year

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Warm my Soul- Naga!6Taro x Y/N Chapter-1

Hello everyone! I recently got inspired to write a Naga!6taro x Y/N fic and uhhh, spat out 5.8k fic (its a first chapter actually! I got way too inspired with it!)

CW!!- This fic contains sensitive topics like: the mishandling of animals (mostly reptiles), poor health, wounds needing medical care, anorexia, mentions of physical/sexual abuse of creatures that aren’t human (nothing is fully explained in detail) and a traumatized Y/N who saw something terrible (not explained and left for readers interpretation)

Please respect our reptile friends!

The Speedwagon Foundation was a beautiful, humane endeavor to breach cryptid and human life together. To provide care and a safe environment for their race to live and reproduce without hostile outside interference.

These 'hostiles' are also known as poachers and tamers. Poachers are those that kill and take till nothing is left. Harvesting off the creatures till many were extinct for bobbles and panaceas that genuinely did nothing. Tamers, though are a different breed of terrible altogether. They stole and sold live cryptids as pets or 'partners.'

All of it made you sick when they taught it in school when you were much younger. Imagining your life taken away from you, to be someone's forced pet thing or...lover. You wouldn't stand for it. At first, you tried to become an investigator for cryptids to try and save those in dire immediate need... but that ended in disaster on your first project as a trainee under a higher, more learned individual.

You'll never forget what you saw until the end of your days.

Four years of college went into the garbage in one night. Thankfully the Speedwagon Foundation found you. Namely Caesar Zeppeli, who saw your aptitude for love and care and offered you a starting position as a caregiver for cryptids in their healthcare facility. You had to restart college, but the job came with the perk of paying the previous debt and giving you a clean slate.

Caesar Zeppeli was sure one hell of a man of his word. He inherited the Speedwagon Foundation after the passing of Robert E. O. Speedwagon and was heavily involved in its continuation and improvement. That included ensuring his employees and staff were up to snuff and had the proper morals for the work needed.

It was five am, and you were clocking into work for the day. A triple shot espresso was practically fused to your lips as you lugged your book-laden backpack through the employee lounge. A second sealed coffee mug was hidden inside your book bag, designated for your friend, along with a small bag of Japanese goodies. Truthfully, being thirty-three and still in college was rough. Having to balance school life, homework, and a full-time job was killer. Normally you'd never bring school work to actual work, but it was Thursday, which meant a chance to kill two birds with one stone.

Every Thursday was your turn to handle the half snake-man Jotaro.

Formally called a Naga, he was one of the oldest residents in the SPW Cryptid home, similar to a rehabilitation center for endangered Cryptids. Having been put in since he was twelve after being rescued from a group of tamers, the forty-year-old snake-man was the toughest one to care for in the entire facility. Aloof and distant, while significantly less violent than he was during his youth, Jotaro still kept his distance and was quite hostile to anyone he did not like.

Somehow, you had managed to warm him up to you. You honestly didn't know how, given that the first time you met him was an absolute disaster. It felt like almost yesterday and not a whole year and a half ago. You had forgotten to wash your uniform the previous night after it was trashed by a fae that had gotten annoyed with you refusing to give your name to it the previous day. Meaning all you had to work in was some clean sweatpants and an oversized T-Shirt from your ex-boyfriend.

But that didn't stop there. This was not to mention the fact that you had overslept and were bolting into work at the last minute like a ghoul in a graveyard. You had snuck in a few college books into work with you that day as several classes were to happen directly after you got off, and you were hoping to study on break or in between residents.

When you were greeted by Angela, the woman you were trainee under, you couldn't help but feel your mouth sour. She was dressed to the nines, all cleavage, and painted makeup like a model on a runway. Angela lifted an immaculate eyebrow at you. "You sure you wanna wear that, Y/N?" she asked in a confused and somewhat demeaning manner.

"Sorry, it's all I got today," you confessed, though irritated as she was not wearing the regulated uniform either. What is this? Why are you dressed like-

"Whatever, your funeral, kid. We're taking care of Jotaro today," She said with a heavy hint of, 'sorry, not sorry,' before tossing a binder at you that was thick like the bible. "Read up. We'll be going into his enclosure in fifteen. We're to encourage him to eat his breakfast. Though, uh, best to stay out of sight looking like that. He might lose his appetite." Wrinkling your nose at the word enclosure, which was considered a 'no-no' in the Cryptid world, you finally understood what was going on. Jotaro was the neighborhood hot Naga. Every female employee and some males gushed over him like a fangirl, talking about things that should have been well left alone. It was as if no one had self-control or somewhat decency that this was a living being with sentience and more to him than sex appeal, but most importantly, a person under their care for health reasons.

You hadn't met him yet, but you pitied the Naga. Miranda, another coworker with more experience and a better sane approach to the snake-man, had told you Jotaro has been a tough case. She wasn't allowed to go into detail due to HIPAA and you not being on his care team yet, but she had warned you to treat him with the utmost consideration and respect. "He really deserves our patience and delicate approach. The man just needs some peace and quiet too." Miranda mused quietly before leaving you to your thoughts.

As much as it irritated you, you weren't here to police rules and force people to act a certain way. You tried that before, and look how well that went. So you had kept yourself quiet during everyone's feral ramblings during your first few months.

But today seemed to be running you for your money's worth. Huffing angrily, you began to flip through the bible of patient history, reading up on Jotaro's basic needs and requirements as you tried to figure out a way to alert someone higher up about Angela's... Apparel. But you were stopped in your train of thought as you bit your lip at all the red markings on the front page, each indicating healthcare issues needing immediate addressing.

Weight was a big one, as it looked like he had a history of not wanting to eat due to-

Ah, you stopped reading immediately and flipped the page, refusing to read his past as images of 'that incident' during your investigator years came to mind. The following pages were more reds, several on social interactions, showing that Jotaro had a high intelligence but poor social skill and an unwillingness to communicate or talk with anyone. Hygiene was another thing, not that he was filthy, but he was so large that he had difficulty washing all of himself in one go. Due to Naga's naturally cold-bloodedness, given that they are like snakes, they are inclined to be lethargic when not warmed up. A statement in the report said he refused to rest in the designated warming rocks or soak in the hot spring, meaning that Jotaro easily over-exerted himself due to his sheer size. Even though he is marked down as being half the weight he should be at.

There were several marked areas for sores from poor self-care needing tending, but that was to be done by a fully registered Cryptid nurse and not a caregiver. There was a big note saying to offer an aided shower and lotion whenever someone had the chance, even if the refusal marks neared the hundreds from the past month.

Another page skipped on the explanation of why.

You were halfway through the bible, skimming as fast as you could when Angela came back in. "Time's up. Let's go." she didn't even bother waiting for you, immediately leaving. Cursing yourself for losing track of time while reading and missing the opportunity to alert someone, you hurried to catch up. Pulling the bible to your chest, you raced after her, easily finding her by the click of her heels which made your eye twitch in aggravation. She sprayed a foul-smelling perfume and applied three layers of bright red lipstick as you trodded behind her.

Jotaro's home was a massive circular room within the facility, a mile long (1.6 kilometers) and 1.5 miles wide (2.4 kilometers), all made to replicate his natural habitat, the Amazon forest. One might wonder why the Speedwagon Foundation would put so much effort into maintaining one Cryptid, but given that Naga's were some of the most endangered species, you didn't find it problematic that the room was to be an exact imitation of a tropical rainforest. What was an issue was that this Angela would walk in with nine-inch heels into a fucking man-made nature preserve and try to woe an ill half-snake-man. You wanted to throttle the bitch so bad, but you needed this job, and violence was not in your nature.

You prayed someone would notice the both of you in the hallways, but it was as if she timed it just right to miss everyone. So you did the next best thing and wished karma on her. Something that was easily within the margins of acceptable action for you.

Part of you wondered how Caesar let someone like this in, but you realized he was only one man and couldn't prevent all the bad, no matter how hard he tried. Grunting to yourself as your sneakers squeaked on the white tiled floor, you came to a stop near a double wood door marked, 'Jotaro Kujo.' A green tab had been pulled from the nameplate with the picture of a turkey on a plate, meaning that the chefs had already served Jotaro's food.

You hoped that someone was watching the cameras in his home, that someone would alert someone higher about what was to transpire. Every hallway and Cryptid room was filled with cameras, so if a caretaker got injured or something happened to upset the resident, someone could come and help before injury happened to either.

Angela didn't hesitate or prep talks you through what was to happen, causing your eye to twitch again in anger as she pushed a button next to it, and the door pulled open. The thing was actually metal and not wood, being much thicker than you anticipated as it split open and pulled to either side. Immediately, you felt the humid heat of the imitation tropical rainforest hit you, along with the sound of exotic birds singing and soft rain pattering. Eyebrows shooting up, you barely had time to register that the forest had actual animals and weather simulation in it before noticing that Angela had left you.

Shoving the patient records into your backpack for protection, you rushed after her, carefully maneuvering across the roots and overgrowth. Ferns and vines brushed against you as you tried to respect the man-made wonder. Thankfully it wasn't raining too much, the fake overhead sky a dull grey of rolling clouds and peeking sunshine. It seemed to be more misting than anything. The accumulated water dripped off the massive trees and down into the forest floor. Perhaps a way to try and aid recovery for Jotaro as the bible-patient file had stated his scales were dry and brittle and needed moisture badly. You stopped several times to stare in wonder at the colorful orchids that decorated several of the trees. You never imagined that the little orchid at your home in its pot from the store actually came from tropical rainforests, but here they were in their natural glory. It felt like an episode of 'how its made.' Just more nature in a semi-natural habitat than a twinkie being made.

You subtly notice several cameras along the way but note that no call was sounded, which concerned you. Did Angela leave her work phone in the employee lounge? With a shudder, you clench your hands into fists and turn to your trainer.

Angela paid no heed to you, leaving you behind as she was set on her prize. Your worn sneakers, thankfully, had enough traction to keep you from slipping. That could not be said for her, as Angela was getting her stilettos stuck in the soft, wet dirt and nearly eating shit every two steps.

Part of you wanted to openly laugh, but mostly you wished she would see how utterly ridiculous she looked. This was someone who was sick and needed help, and yet here was a forty-year-old woman about to flaunt herself at him like a hot dog in lingerie. Right as your anger got the best of you and you went to tell her off, you came to a standstill, mouth agape. Angela had pulled back a large fern to reveal a massive clearing with a large pile of flat rocks stacked on one another. Below the heap was a gargantuan burrow hole big enough to fit a truck through.

It went down deep into the earth with a subtle steam rising from it as the heat from below mixed with the mist and made a stickier vapor. Lights dimly glowed along the pathway downward, highlighting the red brick walls and cream-colored tiled floor. This meant that the burrow wasn't just a mud hole in the ground, but a structure meant to replicate both human living and meet the needs of a half-snake man. Part of you was slightly relieved that you wouldn't be crawling into some dark, dank pit with a Naga that was about to become more agitated than a chihuahua in a plastic bag.

Angela went down, shaking her feet in an attempt to get the mud off while you tapped yours against the outside entrance and scrapped the bottoms off on a welcome mat, a sneer on your face at the mess she was leaving. The tunnel went down quite a ways, probably three meters, in a soft circular incline. Warmth and mist emanated from every crevice. It made your shirt slick against your back where your backpack rested. Lights once dim flickered to life and brightened when you neared the end, which was a massive green round door.

You almost snorted. It looked like a hobbit entrance for Bilbo or Frodo Baggins. Angela didn't even knock as she opened the door and cheerfully called out, "Jotaro! I'm here for breakfast!" There was no immediate response, but your ears pricked at the sound of something being set down harshly. Your stomach churned harshly as a deep voice muttered angrily from inside, much more baritone than any other voice you'd ever heard, including your father, and he was a wall of a man!

Moving forward, you grabbed Angela by the arm, "Angela..." You went to tell her not to do this, but she had a sickening smile on her face, too sweet and creepy.

"Do not ruin this for me. I worked too hard for it," Angela said as she pushed your hand off her and slipped past the door like an eel. You almost lost your breakfast at the anxiety. Looking around desperately, you spotted a camera and began to wave frantically at it, hoping someone was paying attention.

Sadly, the camera did not move side to side to indicate being noticed and that help was on the way per the instructions during orientation. You heard a low growl from inside, and you practically bolted in to separate them despite whatever was happening.

Only when you got two feet past the door, you came to a screeching halt as you saw the Naga for yourself. You'd never seen one before, and by God, you were probably looking at the biggest one known to society. You never imagined they could get this big, and reading that Jotaro was severely malnourished made your legs tremble. Jotaro was curled up on a pile of multicolored pillows on a raised platform that made you silently wish they sold to the public, being that they were gargantuan and stuffed enough to support his massive but frail body. His human half was propped up by his arms on his snake half. Being that of a large male in his late thirties, bulky and broad-chested, though sadly, he looked as if where rippling muscle should have been was thin and almost frail looking.

Almost.

Everything about his human half seemed hardened and sharp lines. Jotaro had messy raven locks that ran down his face and squared jaw, obscuring his dull aquamarine eyes that had narrowed in anger and disgust. His thick lips pulled back as a low hiss escaped him, his tongue not even flickering out. His pupils were slits, honed, and focused on Angela like an angry animal ready to strike. Jotaro wore a ragged old white trench coat almost the same shade as his human skin that went down to his low snake half, a black turtle neck with a golden pin with a hand symbol, and a white hat that mystically merged into his hair that also bore the same insignia. All wore clear signs of wear and tear, as the white was dull and faded, with the edges frayed and tattered.

The Naga half of him was enormous. At least nine meters long, the dull yellow scales with patches of darker shapes similar to Boa Constrictors. It started from where his hips were, like some Rapunzel fantasy but snake half instead of hair. Corded, the wall of muscle half a meter tall and half a meter wide, though, from your knowledge of snakes, severely underweight. While the spine was visible, Jotaro's snake half was more triangular than rounded, pronouncing his spine and ribs to the point they almost seemed to threaten to pierce the skin in several areas. You took keen notice of the dry and cracked scales along his body, and the wounds wrapped tightly in bandages that seeped medicine. Each scale is the size of your fist. Several spots showed the inflamed skin underneath. Jotaro was breathing heavily, clearly agitated as his tail and lower half continued to move and shift, even though he seemed so exhausted and tired.

"How are you doing, Jotaro?" Angela asked, not paying heed to his display of aggression as she stepped closer. To your surprise, he didn't say anything, merely watched in fury and loathing. Jotaro pulled back from her as she grabbed another plate of food from the dining tray, filled with cooked meats cut into small pieces and coated in something that smelled quite foul. Most likely a weight powder or some sort of vitamin, maybe both. Angela plopped down right next to him, leaning against his snake half and propping her breasts up for full display.

It was official. Your jaw hit the floor. Standing there in horror, you realized you had to do something. Looking around wildly, you tried to find the call light, something to get someone's attention, even if it meant you had to race back to the office and drag a guard's sorry ass to this. Trying not to be obvious, you began to inch around the outskirts of the room as Jotaro glared so openly at her that you were surprised she hadn't spontaneously combusted. The room was circular in nature but devoid of most life of an average person, replaced with medical machinery and tables upon tables of medical supplies.

Scooting further, you spotted a group of cords and one that held a small knob to its end. Trying not to bolt for it, you carefully reached out as discreetly as possible as Angela tried to hand-feed Jotaro a slice of meat from her plate, making cooing noises as she tried to get him to eat. You almost gagged alongside Jotaro, who seemed to have lost even more color from his pale frame. Your hand finally touched the call light, fingers snatching the thing in a death grip as you pressed the button like you were trying to win a mash-it rhythm game.

A little red light turned on behind them, which made you blanch and hope they didn't notice.

"So, how are you doing, handsome?" Angela asked, pushing the slice of meat closer to his lips, the justices seeping down her fingers. "You seem tense today." Jotaro sneered and tried to shift away from her but couldn't due to his weakened state, his lower half keeping him pinned there due to its massive size. You clicked the call light twice more, praying for an intervention of some sort. An angelic invasion, hell, you'd take a demon bursting from the ground to save you from the agony of watching this unfold. You wish your legs weren't shaking so badly that you felt like nearly buckling under your weight.

If only you were braver. Maybe you could intervene and do something more. But the images of that scene kept playing in your mind, making your brain act on flight or fight reflexes and all it wanted to do was leave. Jotaro let out a low hiss as Angela cupped his face. Fist clenched, Jotaro tried to shove her but only managed to slightly push her away. Sweat began to roll down your back and face as Jotaro raised his hackles as Angela grabbed his face again and started to move in for a kiss. You trembled uncontrollably, desperately trying to will yourself forward, when the front door suddenly slammed open.

Five people were there, two you recognized immediately. There was Doctor Kyoshi, the security monitor Phil, and three unknown male Cryptid guards. You feared they were misinterpreting the situation for a moment, given that the guards were dressed entirely in black Cryptid riot gear with long silver taser polearms, but their attention was not on Jotaro. Doctor Kyoshi was a massive woman with long brown hair tied into a tightly knitted bun. She wore thick makeup that made her look fierce, and her Doctor's uniform was thick and laden with protective scales and medical tools. She looked ready for war, especially with her hate-filled gaze as she slid a scalpel into her front pocket. "Angela River Brown, just what in God's name are you doing?" Kyoshi growled so low that you jumped and dropped the call light.

Angela looked utterly shocked, eyes wide like a fox trapped in a bear trap. When they slowly turned to the noise of the call light hitting the floor, Angela's jaw fell open as she spotted it and jerked her head to stare at you with utter horror and fury. "Y-YOU!"

Fear prickled all over you as adrenaline hit like a truck. The flight reaction was so strong that when she launched the plate from her lap at you with a howl, you dove behind Kyoshi, who slapped it away like a gnat as the guards charged in and grabbed Angela like a writhing fish. One kept his weapon pointed to Jotaro, ready to defend in case the Naga attacked, but it was held tentatively, hands loose on the metal. Angela cried out in pain as they dragged her across the floor, uncaring of the mess they made along the way.

The guards took her kicking and screaming, not stopping as they moved through the door, into the tunnel, and onward. Kyoshi huffed angrily, which caused Phil, a short, thin twig of a man with sandy hair, to jump, sweat rolling down his face as he saluted the Doctor as she stomped past him. "Mr.Kujo, " she rumbled, low but delicate in placing the words. Jotaro turned to her with a tired gaze and waited for her questions. "Did she-"

"No, nothing more than trying to kiss me." He said, slowly deflating as his own adrenaline left his body.

"Mmm, how long has this been going on for?" Kyoshi asked, folding her arms when Jotaro refused to answer. Sighing, she turned to Phil and said, "Go alert Pam to send a psychiatrist in. We got to start the paperwork. What time is it?" she rumbled, sounding very irritated and tired all at once.

"Eight-forty-five in the morning, Ma'am." Phil stammered, looking at his watch like it would save him from being drilled further.

"Too early for this bullshit-" Kyoshi snarled, snatching the call light and walking it over to Jotaro. He refused to take it, but she set it within reach and turned away. Marching like a soldier going to war, she snapped her fingers at both you and Phil.

You knew immediately the 'we' she meant was all three of you reporting your 'findings.' Which meant recounting why the hot dog in lingerie had made it this far without someone saying something. You gulped loudly and stumbled after her, glancing back to notice that Jotaro had collapsed onto himself but was watching you with a stony look. "Y/N!" Kyoshi called, causing you to leap after her impatient form.

The walk back to Kyoshi's office was like being walked to your death sentence. The threat of being fired was written on the walls, especially with how Phil was wringing his hands and scrunched up like an armadillo, ready to hide in its shell.

Kyoshi opened the door, beckoning both of you into the small room before slamming the door shut and letting out the loudest bull snort you'd ever heard in your life. Inside looked like a typical doctor's office. A massive desk in the center with a laptop and endless paperwork piled around every surface like tissue paper. The walls were lined with thousands of awards and degrees of excellence from her forty years of experience. "Phil!" She snapped, causing the little man to prostrate himself on the ground. "Oh, for the love of God, get up!" Phil shakily got up, quaking so bad that she had to pull a chair up for him to sit down.

"Ple-please don't fire me!" he sobbed, "I-I need this job-!"

Kyoshi stared like a banshee for a moment before narrowing her eyes, "You honestly think I'm here to get both of you fired?" she asked incrediously.

Phil looked to you, who was no better than him, your knees knocking against each other like two trees dancing in a windstorm. Kyoshi had the worst reputation in the entire building. A true brute, unwavering and uncompromising. She did the job to a T but wouldn't take anyone's bullshit or idle chatter. Kyoshi was aloof and brutal to her coworkers and patients. Both of you gazed briefly, interchanging a silent conversation before turning back and nodding solemnly. Both of you would not be the first she took out like a thorn in her side.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! NO! Did either of you dress like a hooker and try to seduce an ill patient that can't fight back?" Both of you shook your heads vigorously, and a quick 'no, Ma'am' chanted. "I am not going to let either of you lose your jobs over Angela's decision. Could you have stopped it sooner? Sure. But you're not paid to physically attack someone trying to seduce a Cryptid. The fact that you reported as soon as you could," she looked directly at you, "And conveyed your findings to the proper chain of command is the correct answer. Your jobs will not be threatened. I will see to that."

A massive sigh of relief came from both of you, Phil practically falling out of his chair as you slid down to sit on the floor. Kyoshi snorted again and walked around both of you, grabbing two cups and filling them with water from her personal water pitcher. Handing them out, she stood there like an omen, "Drink," she commanded. Obeying, you had never tasted such crisp cold water before in your life, nor how relieving it was to ingest it. "I want you both to write a report on what happened, what you saw, the time, and what you did. Only facts, no personal thoughts of ifs, ands, or buts. Just facts. Am I understood?" you both nodded and took the pen and paper she handed both of you. "Good, take your time. I need to start my own report and make a few phone calls. God, Caesar isn't going to be happy about this."

"Caesar is going to know about this?" you asked in disbelief.

Kyoshi nodded, "Old family friend of Jotaro's family. It would be unwise to not let him know some of the employees he hired to care for his best friend's grandson just tried to force themselves on him in his weakened state. Especially coming from someone who had a clean record and no prior instances.... tch." Kyoshi sat at her desk with a 'thump' and opened her laptop with a flourish. "Best to keep your heads down after this. There will be a hefty investigation into this, no doubt, and we will be monitored for further instances... God damn it all, I thought we were finally getting somewhere with him..." she sighed in pain, brown eyes suddenly looking distant for a moment before focusing again, and she began to type at incredible speeds.

You and Phil eyed each other before hunkering down and writing your life out through the pens provided, giving excruciating detail to what transpired. Phil finished his within an hour before giving it to Kyoshi, who nodded and informed him to report to the front desk and take the day off, and if anyone questioned it, it was per her instruction.

You continued to write away, but when your mind was in a million places at once, thinking about Jotaro and what he must be feeling. How awful he must be feeling, how distrustful of the world he would be after this. Just like-

A hand was on your shoulder, gently shaking you. "Y/N," Kyoshi called, towering over your form. "Breathe, child, breathe," she murmured, kneeling down to hand you a clump of tissues. "It's okay to cry."

"God-No, it's not. It's just, I had-" you tried to explain, only to be gently shushed by her.

"You don't need to explain to me. I read your records. I was the person who recommended Ceasar hire you." She tutted for a moment as you stared in shock. "Don't give me that look. I ain't all fire and brimstone. What you saw with that Garuda was the worst humanity has to offer. I highly doubt anyone in your position would have stayed around, let alone still take a job taking care of Cryptids." She took your glass and stood, walking over to refill it. "You did the best you could. No one can blame you for that. Yes, if you had gotten there sooner, it might have been better, but we can't look at things like that. You made it in time today. That's what matters. You spared Jotaro any more indignity than he's already suffered. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

You felt your jaw work as you tried to say something but only cried more as she placed another wad of tissues in one hand and the glass in the other. It took you several minutes to compose yourself, Kyoshi patiently waiting next to you before she encouraged you to quell the waterworks. "Enough tears for now. Let us finish this so we might begin our work of repairing the trust that was broken today."

Nodding, you wiped your eyes furiously and picked up your pen. It took another half an hour before you were done, hand aching and several pages filled to the brim. Kyoshi nodded as you handed it over, inspecting it while you waited. When she was done, you finally piped up, asking a question that was on your mind. "Why did you bring fully armored guards when you know Jotaro wasn't the threat?"

Kyoshi huffed in annoyance, but you realized it wasn't directed at you. "Politics," she stated darkly, "It was to prevent a lawsuit if someone tried to sue for assault. Easier to say they were dragging her from an aggressive Cryptid than say they were saving a Cryptid from a tiny human female. Even if she was dressed like that, lawyers find their way to spin everything, and just because it's evident to us what happened, most people don't give a damn about Cryptids. As disgusting as it is, I did what I could to protect Jotaro from further harm, physical and mental. The last thing he needs is to be dragged to court to explain that a fully-fledged nurse was trying to have sex with him." She sneered when you made a face, "Don't give me that look. You and I know damn well that's what she was after in the end. Perverted bitch." Kyoshi spat on the ground before glumly realizing she had to clean that up. "Hand over his file and head home for the day. If anyone asks where you're at, I'll deal with them."

Grunting in agreement, you pulled the bible from your backpack and handed it off as your body was ready for sleep and a period of not thinking. As you moved to leave, you stopped when Kyoshi called your name again, "Good job today, kid. Keep your head up. Things will get better."

You sighed and nodded solemnly before closing the door. The walk home was quiet, thankfully. No one knew what transpired today, going about their own business with urgency or latent laziness. It hurt knowing people didn't care like you, but that was life. Sometimes the few had to carry the many. Once home to your small apartment, you tossed everything on the ground and plopped onto the couch. Sprawling like a starfish, you stared up at the ceiling in dismay. "Will it always be like this?" you wondered aloud.

"Always like what?" came a voice.

Jolting in place, you realized you had lost yourself in a long memory of years past while your body autopiloted you to Jotaro's room. Kyoshi was in front of you, eyebrow raised. Stuttering for a moment, you sputtered, "So sorry, Ma'am. I was lost in thought about back when I first met Jotaro."

The other eyebrow joined its brother, and she tilted her head. "Is that all? Come now, there's no point in thinking of that. Keep your head in today. You know how much he hates waiting for you before eating breakfast." Nodding, you followed behind her into the now familiar and welcoming humid warmth of the man-made rainforest.

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